Disclaimmer: Not mine, but I wish they were!

Chapter 13

Bright sunlight struck Hotch as he opened his eyes. Turning his head, saw a far better sight. Emily, still lying asleep in his arms, the dark cloud of her hair framing her peaceful face, a small happy smile her lips. Her skin was accented by pink-tinted cheeks, the warmth of their bodies together bringing a first sunrise color, to her perfect pale features.

He pressed a soft kiss to her temple, unable to resist the temptation to touch her. Her eyes fluttered open at the contact, and she turned to look at him, an innocent smile lighting up her face.

"Morning," he said softly.

"Hi," she responded, her often solemn features more tender than what he usually saw in the full force of day.

He kissed her, her lips molding to his, a slow morning's tasting as warmth flooded him at her expression. As much as he'd wanted her, he'd always been afraid she didn't want him, but they were here now, together.

Pausing for air, he looked at her a long moment. "You okay?" he asked, tentatively.

"Mmmm," she said, burrowing back into his warmth. "I'm more than okay."

"You want to get you some breakfast or something?" he offered, even though he would hate to leave where he was.

"No," she said, nestling closer. "I just want to stay here for a bit." She wriggled a bit, made a kittenish noise, then laid a soft kiss on his chest as she tucked her head under his chin.

"I want that too, Em," he murmured, pulling her closer as a smile tugged at his mouth, loving holding the woman he wanted, and that she wanted him holding her. They traded soft kisses and touches, but soon it wasn't enough. Hotch slowly entered her again, using long, soft thrusts, as he made love to her again.

Emily loved the feel of him inside her, but her body craved more. She moaned lightly, "More Aaron, please, more."

A firmer, longer thrust as she was panting for air forced a gasped "Aaron" from Emily, so he did it again. He moaned this time, and he shifted, rolling to his back, grabbing her knees and pulling them forward until Emily was totally cradled over his torso. His hands returned to her hips, to hold her in place as he shifted one last time, then started thrusting himself up into her so firmly that Emily's head fell back in pleasure. He lifted and turned his head, bitting her earlobe, and then started suckling as Emily started to quiver with tension. Emily whimpered and picked up the pace yet again, riding him hard, then shuddered as another bolt of sensation went straight through her, this time from his words, rasped in her ear.

"You can't run, Emily. I'll find you... always will." His own voice was rough, his breathing less even, and Emily was glad to see he seemed to be losing his control, because she wasn't sure how much more she could take. His words weren't a threat, they were a promise, but instead of panicking like she had before, her body tingled with pleasure, her walls clenched in expectation and need. Her next thrust down brought him deeper into her, than he or anyone else had ever been before. It brought a mewl to Emily's lips like the one he'd called sexy the night before, so Hotch gripped her hips tightly, and repeated the motion, thrusting up into her firmly, loving the sounds he was wrenching from her.

"Not going to run ," Emily promised, panting and moaning, when he started to bite at her neck.

"Good," he groaned, flipping Emily to her back again, further speeding up his thrusts. "Hate ... to ... stop ... this ... long enough ... to put on ... shoes ... and pants." With his next thrust, he ground his hips against hers, and Emily bucked against him in response.

"Aaahhh Aaron," she cried out, the sensation unbelievable. "Oh ... God," Emily moaned, as he bucked out and then returned, their hips crashing against each other again. He kept it up and Emily, lost count of each thrust, each finished stroke making her moan or mewl or whimper as they both lost sense of everything but the feel of him inside her. The rasping noise of his breathing next to her ear, as he groaned out "Emily," "baby," or "so good" flushed Emily's body with even more heat.

"Come on, baby," he finally grunted, pulling out only to slam back into Emily, so hard she cried out lounder than before, her back arching in pleasure. "You gonna to come for me again? You feel so good I'm not going to last much longer," he rasped, then slammed inside her again.

Emily cried out wordlessly, each pounding stroke of his heat inside her, making her shudder, until she shattered all over again, her voice hoarse, screaming "Aaron!" followed quickly by his "Oh God, oh Baby, oh Jesus, Em, Emily!" He hammered into her, with only a few more strokes, his final call of her name coinciding with the feel of his length pulsing inside her, brought a still moaning Emily, over the edge again.

Emily's body shuddered against his, his arms firmly wrapped around her waist as his he gently flipped them once more, so she lay sprawled over his chest. Both lay there panting. When Emily could think again, she lifted her head and whispered in Hotch's ear, "I love you." Hotch's arms tighted around her, as he said, " I love you too, Emily, so much." Emily leaned down kissing him deeply. Hotch gasped, heat striking him all over, as she kissed and licked her way down his body.

Before he was done gasping out "Em," She'd taken his shaft into her mouth, her hand firmly gripping the base. Emily pulled him once, hard, out of her mouth before sliding her lips down and back more gently, then let him slide out of her mouth. Still holding the base of his shaft, she circled the smooth head with her tongue, teasing his slit before taking just the head of him back into her mouth, sealing her lips just under the ridge and sucking him hard as she pushed her tongue over him.

His groan was wordless and loud, one hand automatically coming to grip the back of Emily's head. She gently teased the head of him some more, then let him out of her mouth again, letting him rest in her palm as she took her time looking at him. Shifting, Emily flicked her tongue over his length, then traced each vein lining his hard length, feeling them flatten under her tongue as she tasted every inch of him. "Oh, Emily, oh God," he moaned, his fingers flexing in her hair, instinctively pushing when she started to knead his balls with the hand not holding him steady for her oral inspection.

Emily took him back into her mouth then, setting a slow rhythm of sucking and stroking her tongue over him, before she began sliding her lips up and down over his length. She alternatingly sped up and slowed down her mouth over him, altering how hard she was sucking or tonguing him until he was gasping. Hotch's hips bucked into her mouth despite how his tense muscles told her, he was trying to hold himself back from face fucking her as she sucked at him.

Emily'd so often felt at his mercy when he looked at her, feeling unable to move or avoid him as he pinned her down with his words and those knowing eyes of his, as she revealed some other part of her to him, before she had been ready to. Some small part of that resentment fed the way she was taunting him with her mouth, but it was only a small part. Mostly she had just wanted to taste him, make him respond to her, see what it felt like to do all those things she'd suppressed thoughts of for years, until she could come home to her empty apartment and engage in fantasies she never thought would come true.

He was panting hard, and moaning "Emily, please..." as she slid him out of her mouth again only to suck hard at the head of him while she pushed at his slit with her tongue. Emily shifted then, the hand fondling his balls slipping lower, her thumb pressing hard just underneath. Hotch jerked uncontrollably, the head of him slamming hard into the back of Emily's throat. She softened the back of her throat and sucked him harder, speeding the pace of her lips over him as she firmly massaged his perineum in time, with the slide of her mouth.

"Oh fuck, oh Jesus, oh... Goddddd... Emily," he groaned, his response to her minstations becoming less controlled as he bucked hard once again into her throat, his hand unintentionally pushing her head down. Emily took him all the way in, sucking and sliding and pushing at him, needing him to feel as out of control as she felt, each time he touched her.

Emily pushed him over the edge. Shifting her grip on him, she sucked his length hard against the back of her palate, pressing hard with her thumb as she hooked a finger inside him, squeezing hard on his prostate as he roared, his body seizing as he exploded into her mouth. She sucked at him and swallowed the sweet, salty hot semen, massaging him from within as he trembled and groaned. Emily swallowed the last pulses of his release as she slid her lips up and down over his length one last time.

When Emily let him slide out of her mouth and released him from her hands, he whimpered and twitched, moaning as she flicked her tongue over the tip of his shaft one last time, then proceeded to lick her way back up his body before straddling him and grasping his face in her hands.

She kissed him, as Hotch's arms come up to crush Emily to him as she thrust her tongue in his mouth, letting him know the taste of himself, as his hands flexed and gripped her. He rolled Emily, still panting from his rocketing orgasm, and trapped her body beneath his as he dug a hand under her head, gripping her hair hard in his fingers as he nipped and licked his way down the front of her throat.

"Need you ... so ... much ..." Hotch grunted between bites, before taking one breast in his mouth, sucking her nipple between parted teeth, the scrape of it making Emily moan. The hand not in her hair, held Emily back as he took his turn, found its way to her soaking core. His questing fingers found her dripping wet and ready.

Emily cried out when he plunged two fingers inside her, the relief that some part of him was filling her, fading quickly into a desperate need for more. His mouth sucked and bit it's way between both breasts and over her belly, the sharp nip and hard sucks of his mouth an unpredictable counterpoint to the thrusts of his fingers and the press of his thumb over her clit. Emily's hands were grasping his head now, her fingers deep in his short hair as she clawed at him in reflex, his arm over her hips and his hand grasping her hair made it nearly impossible for her to squirm and writhe as hard as Emily needed to find some kind of relief. Emily begged him, crying out as each plunge of his fingers inside her, brought an unbearable tension so painful that her breath sobbed between pleas of "Aaron ... oh God, please ... oh, I can't ..."

He paused, pushed three fingers inside her, and spread her walls wide and hard as his thumb rubbed her clit feverishly, as he sucked hard on the scar on Emily's stomach, that her fight with Doyle had left. Emily was lost, there was a distant wail that must have come from her, but all Emily could feel was a torrent of heat flooding her, all from his hand and his mouth still working her. It was a wracking, shuddering climax, hard, long and utterly shattering. Emily didn't know if she knew who she was anymore, as she came back to herself, little whimpering mewls escaping her, as he worked his own way up her body, his tongue laving the sweat beading on her skin, from the fever he'd built in her.

As he hovered close over Emily's face, she grasped his head, pulling him down to kiss her again, as he grasped her hips and sheathed himself inside her with one powerful stroke. Emily screamed into his mouth, and he broke away to shout "Emily!" as his own shock at their joining, shot through him.

"Oh God," he gasped. "Emily ... mine ..." he groaned, his face close to hers, his eyes darker than Emily'd ever seen them.

Emily moaned as his length twitched inside her. "Aaron ... oh ... don't stop ... don't ever ... mine ... more ... " she managed to gasp, her hands now gripping and clawing his shoulders. Emily ground her hips into his, needing movement, needing him, needing more.

He jerked when she ground against him and gasped her name again, bucking out and returning hard into her, filling her so completely that Emily moaned at the perfection of it. "More," She cried out.

That decided for him, and he jerked Emily down on the bed as he shifted, pushing her legs up and open until she was completely exposed to him, returning hard into her body as Emily took him in, thrusting hard up to meet him. Each time he filled her, Emily moaned or cried out in pleasure, the need for him that had been growing all of these years, still growing, not sated despite that fact that they had already made love several times the night before, despite the way he was filling her now. "More ... harder ... deeper ..." Emily heard herself order, a desperate tone to her hoarsening voice. Emily screamed as he slammed hard into her, Hotch's hands gripped her ass, jerking her hard to him as Emily screamed out "Yes!" when he finally plunged deep enough to start to satisfy Emily's clamoring weakness for him.

He pulled out and flipped her around, resheathing himself in her core so quickly again that Emily squealed in surprise, bracing herself on her forearms as he knelt up and started plumbing her depths again. "Yes ... fuuuck ... oh God ... more ..." Emily shouted, slapping her hands on the bed as he pulled her to him, one hand gripping so hard on her hip it would leave bruises, the fingers of his other hand splayed across her back.

The weight of him crashing into Emily was almost enough, and Emily gained enough purchase under her to firm up her arms and thrust back to meet him. The new position and depth brought him hard over those sensitive ridges inside her and the tension started to burn through her again, until without warning, another orgasm tore through her.

Emily was still screaming from the force of it when he flipped her again, pulling her legs up over his shoulders and slowing his pace inside her as Emily walls clenched and flooded and cramped. Hotch clenched his jaw, grunting hard and ground his teeth together, each time he came into her, then panted "love you ... so ... damn much ..." as he stared down into Emily's eyes.

His hands curled at Emily's shoulders pinning her in place as he stroked into her center, the end of his thrust in time with his declaration of love. "Oh God, Aaron," Emily managed before he returned to her again, the hard thickness of him in Emily's core and the heat of his eyes on her, making her writhe. "Need ... oh ... Aaron ... please ... love ..." was all Emily could manage as Hotch kept plunging inside her, her eyes locked with his as they crashed into each other.

Emily could feel him gathering in her, a groan of anticipation erupting from him, in a flash, he let go of one shoulder to pluck at Emily's clit hard with his fingers, pushing her over the edge just a second before him.

Emily's voice was so hoarse by this point, that her scream choked off, silent as she arched to take him as deep as she could, as he collapsed onto her, roaring "Emily" so loudly it nearly deafened her.

Their hearts hammered so madly, their pulses beat so strongly, their chests rose with such frantic panting as their sweat and scent melded that Emily didn't think that she could ever move without him again. At some point, their bodies calmed, cooling against one another, the weight of Hotch on Emily, comforting rather than stifling. He turned his face into her neck, kissing and sucking gently at her and making his way to her mouth. Panting lightly, Hotch pushed himself up on his forearms just enough to let him rest his forehead against Emily's. Emily looked back at him, searching his eyes as he gazed into hers, finding him, completely open to her.

"I love you Emily," he whispered, kissing her gently, before he rolled to his side, pulling her with him "I love you too, Aaron," Emily whispered back, as she tugged up the covers. His arm under her waist pulled Emily into the cradle of his hips, the curves of her back and thighs fitting into him like no one else before her.

"Okay?" she asked him this time.

"Yeah," Hotch rasped in response, swallowing and licking his lips. "More than okay."

Whew! Well , I guess Hotch and Emily had alot of time to make up for! They kinda took over.

Next up, Hotch, Emily and Jack cuteness.

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