Whoa guys, I'm suprised - and glad - for y'alls reviews last chapter. Really, it made my day reading them! :D As in for this new chapter, I gotta explain that the author mentioned is Kurt Vonnegut (in the end of the chapter that is). And I guess it's the first time Hotch and Emily see some action ever since Dark Matter's chapter what... 5...? I don't remember, and its definetly different from the past ahah. I do hope you enjoy it!
Thanks to fran for inspiring me and to Lisa for helping me with the beta reading!
"THE ANGEL MAKER"
Although the Unit Chief accepted a week out – one, because he couldn't sit out of it for longer than that – Emily could see that anxious tinge whenever she came around with a stack of files to debrief him on the latest occurrences. She travelled as a consultant with Reid, a two days work in Seattle and she never quite expected him to call her every single night.
It was different, softer, and albeit she wasn't particularly fond of the clinging, his eyes lingered on hers by Friday night told her just how distressed he was.
That position, that job, it had been his everything for so long – furthermore ever since Haley and Jack were gone -. Maybe parts of her believed she was one of the reasons why he missed that so much, maybe she indeed was, but he would never tell her and she wouldn't give a damn by the moment their lips blended before she was able to bid him goodnight.
She was hoisted up against the door, his large masculine chest pressed against hers, long creamy legs enveloped his hips, molded to him in all those right places. It should have been just a dinner, just a small talk. Still, when he trailed butterfly kisses down her neck, careful and gentle, Emily gasped as realization struck her.
Hotch didn't carry her to bed, didn't lead her there either in order to prove to her his point. Because it was useless to keep going on like that was a game. It was much more than that, much more than anything they had experienced during those hazy nights lost along the last couple of months.
Her hand reached for the switcher, tapped it until the lights turned off to his very surprised features. It was dark as it had never been before – yet, lighter than ever -, it was dim, night-like shades enclosing their melded bodies, street lights guiding each other into oblivion. As he pounded her depths, her hips meeting his every thrust, the brunette felt an unfamiliar warmness rebuilding the bridges they so long ago burned down.
This wasn't Aaron or Emily, not those strangers they so eagerly acknowledged. This was his Emily and her Aaron. And it was who they dreaded for from the very beginning.
She had been worried about him whole way through it, from the moment he lied to everyone about his clearance to fly to the way he vaguely assured her that "I'm okokok". It didn't take too much to realize he wasn't, Morgan saw it, Dave moreover, but none could quite tell him that he needed to just give it more time.
When the brunette cast a glance at their goateed friend, questioned him silently whether she should walk off the graveyard to help him or just keep playing that hide and seek game, Emily suppressed her every desperation. It was excruciating to watch him struggling with it, to watch him forcing himself to such things in order to prove to no one but his own shattered conscience that he could still do it – could save people, protect people.
And it startled her the way he moved closer to her eventually, the way he knocked on her door lightly therefore he could discuss matters with her, put up with whatever she was coming up with. He asked her to stay in for that night – just that night – because he was feeling somehow invalid, useless even though he would never utter those words.
That day, mere hours after Shara Carlino promptly shoved reality on her, barked that she had never been in love, Emily met Hotch's thin lips with devotion. She wanted to feel, to uncover, to be sure of what she made clear on her features to that passionate woman and to the only person that knew the real facts about their current situation.
But the answer didn't come, not before she watched him asleep, every line softened in his slumber as he breathed calmly. It was a sight she would never forget, the pale moonlight drawing his masculine frame ever so comfortable close to hers. The younger agent's fingertip traced down his jawline, his cheekbone, followed the path down his neck, his heaving breastbone until the heel of her hand laid upon where his heart thumped gently against his ribcage.
Although considering one of Cortland's lovers opinion of her was silly, shameful almost on the so seasoned profiler, she couldn't help a sigh of relief for such fragile instant. As complicated as it was, as confused as it had been before New York, yes, Emily Prentiss was fucking in love with the man whose arms shifted unconsciously to pull her closer.
"How did you know about the stars?", his voice echoed through the small roadside motel, her dark eyes finally leaving the book she'd accidentally brought along in her go-bag.
Emily roamed down his form, the water drops racing down his masculine chest, following their paths therefore they could be dried as soon as they reached the towel around his hips. Short male hair was wildly damp, cheeks still flushed along with neck, that love bite she branded there minutes ago still painting the smooth skin on the nook of his neck.
Nevertheless Dave disagreed with her suggestion by the moment they had to stop by the local hotel for JJ forgot her phone, he supported her with the only reassurance that both needed to have those days off. Together. Rolling in bed before they could finally join back the team, work as well as the brunette duo did while in field.
Maybe it was the way he strode inside the room with secure steps, gathered his belonging and dressed his lower body with flannel pajama pants to her very eyes that made her speak. Maybe it was how he patiently waited for a reply that might never arrive. It was uncertain – had always been -, but still so sure. And Emily collected her courage to finally, oh so finally, allow a crackk into her ever so steady walls.
She told him about her childhood, her father teaching her so kindly about the skies, her mother with half closed eyes telling her tales that she would cherish for dear life. There was a dark side, a cold hollowness common in both of their lives – she guessed back then, only guessed because he wouldn't tell her just yet and she would never push. It all unraveled by that very minute Elizabeth became the Ambassador Prentiss – the slow downhill of her parents' marriage, the easy undoing of mother and daughter relationship.
Out of habit, the Unit Chief perused the book's cover, acquired the information just in case he needed it in the upcoming future. Later on, when that shivering breeze elicited their bodies to search for each other in their sleep, Hotch took that brief period to breathe in the nape of her neck, his arms tightening only the tiniest around her – insecure, perhaps – until a sleepy grin plastered on her face.
"If this isn't nice, I don't know what is." she recognized immediately, turning inside his arms in order to soak her nostrils with his aftershave, in order to memorize that safe scent that had now morphed into a part of her as much as it became a part of them.
Resting atop the nightstand, wise sentences lived one after the other, her favorite author attesting that yes, he was happy, and so was she. Even though their dark agent expressed his disapproval on her joining their superior for this short trip, even though their blonde liaison had trusted her blindly since Texas and their resident genius fiercely believed their friendship was simply solidifying. It was something to worry about some other day – tomorrow, in a week, they didn't know precisely. Yet, there was something planted, different, growing and readying in long tormented breaths.
Disclosure never seemed so tempting, never sounded so right.
Well well, I always wanted Emily to join Hotch when he came back driving lmao and I guess that's when my first idea for this fic appeared huh. If you can, please, take a minute to tell me what you think about this chapter! I'd love to read from you :3