Author's Note: This story is a pinch hit for bouncing off the walls again in response to the Christmas Fic Exchange from CCOAC.

This is a gift written especially for destinyisms and the following prompts were requested: Carol of the Bells, Decorating the Christmas tree, Christmas lights, and snow.

This is going to be serving as a double challenge, because I used some of the food prompts from The Smut Club Forum. You'll have to read to find out what they are-I don't want to give anything away! I hope you like it! - Angie

It's called a seduction, Emily. The words reverberated through her entire body and she swallowed nervously.

"Have you never—"

"With words," she answered quickly, then winced. "Never with…so much thought," she finished in a whisper, looking around the room.

With a grin, Aaron stepped forward and put an arm behind her legs, then scooped her up as if she weighed nothing. "Emily Prentiss," he said as his eyes fell to the flour on her chest. "You make baking sexy."

She laughed heartily as he headed for the bed, then placed her lips on the side of his neck and suckled gently. She felt more than heard him growl, his obvious enjoyment pressing her on. She lifted a hand to the other side of his neck as if to pull him closer and sucked harder. He gently laid her on the mattress, and straightened, pulling his green sweater over his head.

Emily braced her upper body on her elbows, watching as his he rid himself of the piece of clothing. His abs were amazing…his six pack indicated he'd spent many hours at the gym to maintain his physique. He moved swiftly towards the bed, placing a knee on the mattres and covering her body with his. His thigh moved between her legs and he rested a hand on her cheek, smiling softly. He leaned down and licked the tip of her nose, his eyes dancing as he pulled away. "Frosting," he explained, lowering his lips to hers.

She could taste the sugary flavor as his tongue stroked hers, confident and soft. He kissed her patiently, exploring every inch of her mouth as if they had all night. When his hand reached beneath her red sweater to skim the flesh along her waist, she shivered involuntarily. It had been too long since she'd had a man's hand on her body. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she lifted her body up off the mattress, crushing it into his. She deepened the kiss, turning the slow exploration into passion. Aaron used a single fingertip to trace a line up over her stomach to the underside of her breast, teasing the flesh as it moved back and forth, never ascending to her peak.

She moved her head to the side to break the kiss. "Touch me," she rasped.

"Not yet," Aaron breathed, his body leaving hers as he moved to stand beside the bed again.

"Wha—"

"I'll be right back," he told her, disappearing into the hallway.

Emily sighed in disappointment as he walked out, and then quickly shed herself of her socks, black slacks, and her sweater. She studied the bed thoughtfully, trying to imagine a provocative pose that she could be in when he came back, but his footsteps in the hallway had her diving for the bed. She quickly rolled over onto her back and settled for just sitting up against the pillows. She bent one knee and left the other leg out straight.

He came to a halt just inside the doorway, a silver tray balanced perfectly on one palm, their freshly filled wine glasses strategically placed in the other. She immediately moved up onto her knees. "What's on the tray?" she asked curiously.

When he didn't answer, her eyes went to his face. "Ho—Aaron?" she asked.

He couldn't speak. She was simply too stunning. He'd known she was built—you could tell even when she was fully clothed. But of all the times he'd conjured her bare body in his head, it had never compared to this. His eyes travelled downward, her vivacious curves calling to him. She had the tiniest waist he'd ever seen; if he looked down, it gave way to her unbelievable hips—up, and it was her amazing chest, her peaks already thrusting impatiently against the thin fabric of her bra. And it was the only thing between them—the skimpiest lace bra he'd ever seen and their matching turquoise thongs. The color complemented her alabaster skin flawlessly, but he had a feeling they were going to look much better on his bedroom floor.

He had to remind himself to move. "Chocolate covered strawberries," he answered, walking toward her. He lowered the tray on the nightstand next to his bed, carefully placing the wine glasses beside it. He turned back to Emily and grabbed her waist, pulling her to the edge of the mattress. After a quick kiss, he lowered his head to her breast, using his tongue to tease her nipple through the fabric of her bra. She eagerly pushed her chest up and he chuckled. He nipped softly, tugging on the hardened peak, and then circling with his tongue before using his teeth to taunt her again. She groaned in delight, and he moved to the other side.

He was so intent on what he was doing that he didn't even realize she'd unbuttoned his pants until her hand encircled him. "Damn," he rasped as he pulled his mouth away from her. She squeezed him gently, then pulled her hand away long enough to push his blue jeans and boxers down over his thighs. She lifted her eyes to his, licked the palm of her hand, and gripped him again, moving her fist up and down in a slow and steady rhythm. He lifted his hands to clutch her shoulders—it had been a long time for him, too—and had to grit his teeth as she continued. "Emily," he said huskily. "Oh, God, Emily."

She scooted her knees back on the mattress, braced herself on her hands, then leaned down and took him into her mouth, sucking as hard as she could. He thrust his hips forward so she was forced to take more of him, and she complied willingly, moving her head up and down a few times before using only her tongue to make circles around the head of his cock.

He tangled a hand in her thick black hair…partly to help him keep his balance, but mostly so she wouldn't stop. Her tongue was doing the most amazing things to him. "Emily, if you don't stop—"

He never finished his warning; Emily sealed her lips around him just in time, sucking greedily as his body found a release that was long overdue. As the warm liquid coated the inside of her mouth, Emily moaned in pleasure—he tasted so good.

When he was finished she straightened, and while his eyes were closed, she took the opportunity to study his face. She supposed she'd been too nervous to notice until now, but she'd never seen him so relaxed. His usually drawn expression was peaceful, and as his eyes opened, they were filled with desire instead of the usual solemn look that graced them. And then, just like that…the expression turned teasing.

"Want a turn?" he asked gruffly, his eyes never leaving hers as he pulled his pants and boxers off.

Emily bit her lower lip as she nodded, moving into a sitting position. He grabbed her behind the knees and pulled her forward. Taking her hand and pulling her closer he reached behind to unclasp her bra.

"Just rip it off me," she said impatiently.

He chuckled as he shook his head. "I'm going to want to see you in this again."

Emily's heart skipped a beat at the thought of them doing this again, and she felt a sudden throbbing between her legs.

After Aaron rid her of her bra, she reached for her thongs, stopping when he shook his head. "I get to take those off," he informed her, reaching for the scanty waistband. He hooked a finger underneath the fabric, and she lay back on the mattress lifting her hips for him. They hit the floor soundlessly, and he covered her body with his, nipping at her shoulder before moving his way to the valley between her breasts. He kissed his way down to her belly button, and then reached for one of the glasses on the stand.

Emily's back arched up off the bed as the cool wine trickled onto her belly; she watched as he moved the glass upward, her mouth opening to catch what she could. He lifted the glass to hips lips and swallowed the last of it, then slammed it back down onto the stand as he moved his attention to her chest once again. He was thorough in lapping up the wine on her upper body, and his tongue dipped into her belly button as he moved downward. Her body shivered at the attention given to a previously unexplored part of her body, and as attentive to detail as he was, he noticed her reaction and returned to the area to circle it with his tongue, then plunge inside again to tease her.

She groaned as she dragged her heel up the back of his thigh and over his ass cheek to rest on his lower back. He reached for the nightstand again, this time grabbing one of the chocolate covered strawberries from the tray. Instead of feeding it to her as she'd expected him to, he reached between her legs. If it had been any other man, she would have demanded to know exactly what he'd planned to do with it, but it was Hotch; it was ingrained in her to trust him. Her hips flew up off the bed when he circled her core with the piece of fruit; it was like ice. "Oh, my God," she screeched.

She would have guessed that it would quench her arousal; instead it deepened it. She whimpered when he plunged two fingers inside of her, then moaned when he withdrew them. "Aaron—"

He immediately replaced them with the strawberry and she had to bite her lip to avoid screaming. This was not the time to wake Jack, not when she was so close, she thought as she felt every muscle in her body stiffen. "Aaron—" she insisted.

She heard her boss chuckle. "Patience is a virtue, Emily," he teased.

"Aaron," she said between gasps. "You just…oooh," she moaned as he withdrew the chocolate covered strawberry back and pressed it inside of her once again. "Penetrated me with a strawberry," she said breathlessly, gripping the pillow as her body began to writhe wildly. "Any shred of virtue I had is long gone. Please," she begged.

He lifted the strawberry to his mouth. It was glistening in the candlelight, covered with the moisture from between her legs. He licked it meticulously, then took a small bite and positioned himself so he was between her thighs. He held it above her mouth, and she lifted her head off the pillow and daintily took a bite. She chewed quickly and then swallowed. "Now fuck me," she commanded.

As Aaron slid inside of her, Emily groaned. His heat was a stark contrast to the cold that he'd just taunted her with. He came to a stop when he'd pushed himself halfway inside of her, and Emily greedily lifted her hips off the mattress so she could have all of him.

"Incredible," he said gruffly, lowering his lips to hers.