Hey there!

Well, I have a lot of homework on my plate for right now. But I think you'll enjoy this chapter! I had a lot of fun writing it! Besides, the next chapter promises to have a lemon!

~Sins~

…Meanwhile, Upstairs…

I'd decided to de-stress with a shower when I felt the tension start to gather in my back. The marvelous adventure of it being, of course, that I couldn't find my way out of a wet paper bag in this house yet. It was what Gideon called his "cabin", but "fortress" would be a more apt description. Seriously, he had security monitors in his kitchen. Paranoia is still paranoia, even if it saves your life a few times.

So I had clean clothes tucked under one arm and a strong inclination to find the bathroom. I found the guest room first, so I decided to check it. Happily for me, it had one. So I locked the door, although there really wasn't much of a point to it, and began to undress.

I turned on the hot water and stepped under it, nearly scorching the skin on my back before I managed to add cold water to it. I began to hum some song that I couldn't recall the title of as I began to wash my hair, an image of my captive lodging itself into my brain. Try as I might I could not get the barely provocative image out of my head.

So I sat on the floor of the tub, the water pounding against my knee, my thigh, my shoulder and about half of my chest. Slowly, I surrendered to my fantasy, my eyes fluttering closed as I began to pump my cock with one hand. Moaning his name softly, I worked myself over quickly, bringing myself to climax in a matter of minutes.

Good God, Aaron, you are a piece of work, I chastised myself as I came to my senses.

I let the water wash away the evidence. Then I climbed out and dried off, figuring that he was about done with his food by now.

…?...

I heard his footsteps on the stairs, as I watched the floor, silently willing my erection to leave.

God, this was hell. Not had I gotten hard thinking about him taking a shower, for crying out loud, I really couldn't do anything about it. My hands were handcuffed to the arms of the chair I sat it, and the chains weren't even long enough for me to touch myself, let alone… you know.

Too early for Stockholm syndrome, I told myself. This meant that all these emotions I was suddenly realizing existed had been there in the back of my mind.

And you wonder why you've never had a serious, long-lasting relationship. Face it: you're absolutely clueless about your own emotions.

Oh, shut up, self. My last long-term relationship lasted quite some time, as you know.

If I'd been able, I would have smacked myself. It's really bad when you start talking to the other voices in your head.

I'm not another voice in your head, it taunted. I'm your voice of reason.

Shit. My voice of reason? Seriously? Why did he have to be nosy when I was in this situation?

To which situation do you refer? Tied up? Kidnapped? Horny? Attracted to a man? Desperately wanting to kiss Aaron Hotchner? Unable to do anything about all of the above?

He stepped into the basement and I surveyed him briefly. He wore light blue worn jeans and a black t-shirt that stretched over his nicely muscled chest bust still left some to the imagination. His dark hair was wet, mused, and dripping on his collar.

Damn it, why did it have to be a black t-shirt? He'd always looked sexy in black. I'd noticed it even without wanting to. In a black suit, he was untouchable, powerful and sexy. In jeans and a black t-shirt, he was tangible, close enough to touch and still just as sexy. My fingertips itched to slid under the hem of his t-shirt and caress his chest.

Oh, hell, I'm in deep shit.

…?...

Shit, how can he look that good, sitting there in yesterday's clothes? I was suddenly glad for my stumble in the shower, because he looked good enough to eat. As it was, I was getting hard now. If I hadn't taken care of my taken care of my problem in the shower, I'd have probably raped him.

I walked to him and picked up the plate in his lap, careful to 'accidently' brush my hand against his inner thigh. He blushed and I noticed his… problem. I couldn't jump to the conclusion that I'd caused it, but somehow, it made me happy to think I could have contributed to his state.

I tipped his chin up so I could look at him. Then I leaned into him, gently brushing my lips against one corner of his mouth, the other, his top lip, his bottom lip, then full on, gentle, teasing, even as his breath left him a quick stream. Internally, I smiled like a fool before settling my lips over his. Slowly, I slid into his lap, our cocks brushing against each other even through our clothes and making my breath catch. Roping my arms around him and threading my fingers into his dark hair, I deepened our kiss slowly, taking my time to learn his mouth, as if to memorize him and his taste.

I drew back, still in his lap, wanting only to see his face at it's most unguarded for a moment. His eyelids had fluttered closed somewhere along the way. His lips were dark, parted, his breath coming out in pants. Now, granted, the panting might have something to do with the extra two hundred pounds in his lap, but from the expression on his face, I didn't think that was it.

I kissed his lips again, gently sucking on his bottom lip, before sliding out of his lap again and retreating upstairs with his plate.

…?...

His kisses should be illegal, I thought to myself, still dazed by his display of passion.

Damn man was the worst tease I ever met, but his kisses were totally worth it.

The thought that would have once set off warning bells in my head passed through without notice. I'd accepted the feelings I'd just realized existed.

If only the damnable man who has me this worked up would stay down here long enough for me to say that.

So what do you think? Let me know! Please review!

Post-Chapter Conversation:

Sins: Hotch, what are you doing upstairs after that kiss? I want to see more of those!

Hotch: *blushes* What are you talking about?

Sins: *chastising* Lies really don't become you, Aaron.

Gideon: What on Earth are you talking?

Sins: *blushes*

Hotch: *blushes*

Gideon: WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING THAT YOU HAVE TO BLUSH ABOUT?

XD