A/N: Ok I think this is going to be the last chapter. I hope you enjoy. Thank you all for the great reviews I have received on this story. If you liked this one then for those of you who haven't read my other stories, please read some or all and let me know what you think of those as well.

This chapter is long but I didn't feel that it needed to be split, so enjoy and let me know what you think.

Chapter 15

The others just stood there laughing at the teasing between the other three. Penelope brought Jack's still sleeping form and laid him on the bed beside Hotch. Jack opened his eyes and saw his daddy looking down at him.

"Daddy you're okay. You didn't go away like mommy. My Emily was right; she said you'd be okay." He said sleepily against Hotch's side.

"I'm fine buddy. Look I have a cut on my forehead like you." Hotch said, pointing to the cut.

"Cool." Was all the sleepy little boy said before he drifted off back to sleep.

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It had been two months since Hotch had been released from the hospital; three weeks since he had returned to work on light duty. Emily had been staying with him three or four nights a week to help out with Jack.

Even though Hotch didn't like her staying in the guest room he didn't push her for anything she wasn't ready to give him. He could wait for that; that's not to say that they had been innocent either, but things had not progressed past the 'feeling each other up' stage yet. Hopefully that would change soon and if Hotch had anything to do about it tonight would be the turning point of their physical relationship.

Hotch came home after his therapy session instead of going back to the office. That was something he did often and he knew that Emily would think nothing of it. He called Jessica when he got home and had her pick Jack up from school; she had already planned on taking him for the weekend to see his grandparents. Everything was going according to plan; he had fixed dinner and had set the dining room table with his mother's fine China. Her favorite flowers, Lisianthus, better known as Texas Bluebell, adorned the center; candles were lit beside them and around the room, casting the room in a soft romantic glow.

Hotch had fixed for dinner; skewers of melon, Jamón (a cured Spanish ham), and mini mozzarella served with a dry Pinot Blanc, sweet dates wrapped in smoky bacon and asparagus spears grilled with pineapple. For dessert he fixed a raspberry tart drizzled with a spicy chocolate sauce and for later he had set up in his bedroom chocolate covered strawberries and a bottle of champagne chilling on ice.

Everything was ready and he didn't have to wait long for Emily to get home, he liked that thought. His home being Emily's home had a nice ring to it.

Emily came in and found Hotch in the kitchen. He pulled her to him and kissed her tenderly before taking her hand and leading her to the dining room.

"What's all this?" She asked as she took in the sight before her. It truly was beautiful.

"This is a special dinner I prepared for you my dear. Now sit here and I will be back in a moment." He said as he scooted her chair out for her to sit.

Emily sat there in stunned silence. No one had ever made her dinner before, let alone a romantic dinner. She could get used to this side of Hotch.

Hotch came back in carrying two plates, setting one in front of her and one beside her for him. He filled her wine glass with the Pinot Blanc before he did the same with his. He leaned over the corner of the table and kissed her again.

"Enjoy sweetheart." He said as he watched her take in the food in front of her.

"Wow. Did you fix all this by yourself?" She asked smiling at him.

"Yes. But I will admit I did call Sean for tips on what to fix tonight." He stated as she took a bite of the dates wrapped in bacon.

"I didn't know you could cook this well. We never eat like this unless Jessica fixes dinner. Oh my god this is so good." She moaned, closing her eyes to revel in the flavors.

"Glad you like it." He smiled as he watched her enjoying her food.

They ate and enjoyed a pleasant conversation, just enjoying each other's company. When they finished dinner he told her to go take a shower. The thought of her under the spray of the shower was too much for him to take tonight. The image of what he had imagined her body to look like all wet made him harder than he knew was possible. He slipped quietly into the bathroom, stripping his clothes and stepping into the shower with her. Emily had her back to him, washing her face under the spray, so she didn't hear him. Hotch wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her back against him.

Emily let out a squeal as she felt him pull her toward him. She smiled to herself before turning in his arms to face him. He looked down at her, taking in the miles of creamy flesh before him. His imagination had not done her justice, no justice what so ever.

"You are so beautiful." He smiled at her before pulling her up against the hard length of his shaft. Groaning he bent his head to kiss take her lips with his.

She should have been shocked at the size of him against her but she wasn't, she was more fascinated right now at the feel of him and what he was doing to her with his mouth as it slid along the span of her neck.

She moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her. He turned her back around and then picked up the soap, lathering his hand before reaching around to begin washing her. Starting at the juncture of her neck he worked his hands slowly down her chest until he reached her breast; circling the heaviness of her globes before moving his hands to palm them, squeezing them gently. Rubbing the hardened tips between his thumbs and forefingers; pinching and twirling them before sliding his hands lower. His hands splayed across the tautness of her slender waist and then across the smoothness of her stomach, lower still to the tops of her thighs.

Hotch used his thigh to spread her legs apart slightly, holding her hip with one hand and moving the other to the curls covering her. The lather from the soap and the water combined to ease his way as he slid his fingers through the folds. Washing her gently; every crevice that hid her jewel beneath. He let the water rinse the suds from her; circling the nub tenderly, drawing a moan from her. He then grabbed the soap again and lathered his hands. Kneeling behind her he washed her legs lifting each one to wash her feet; trailing his hands up the back of her legs to the round, firm globes of her ass. Kneading as he washed her, letting his fingers trail along the crack before standing and turning her to let the water wash away the soap. He moved her head back under the spray, letting it wet her hair, pulling her forward out from under the spray he poured shampoo into the palm of his hand. He lathered her hair; using his fingernails to scrub her scalp gently and then rinsed and repeated with conditioner.

He quickly washed himself and turned off the water. Pulling two towels out of the cabinet, he dried her and then wrapped the towel around her. He used the other to dry her hair before he got one and dried himself, then wrapping it around his waist. Lifting her in his arms he carried her out of the guest bathroom and down the hall to his bedroom. Walking across the room he gently laid her on the bed before lighting the candles he had placed around the room.

Emily watched in awe at this romantic side of the man she loved. This was something she never expected from this man. Yes he was always loving with her… always, but this was something else altogether. This was a side no one she knew had ever seen before; and she was not about to complain about the change in him, but none of this was necessary. She already loved him and she didn't need him to do things like this. She knew he loved her, but it was nice to pampered. She watched as he walked back over to the bed, stopping beside it to drop his towel. Her eyes widened as she took him in. He was tall and lean; his muscles were toned and defined, not buff like Morgan but sexy all the same. His stomach was tight and she could see the hint of a six pack there. His legs were well defined, his muscles were toned and tight, the legs of a runner. Her eyes fell on his shaft, which was standing at full mast, saluting her and she smiled up at him before taking him in her hand.

Hotch groaned as her fingers wrapped around his length, his hips bucked involuntarily against her. His eyes closed as the pleasure rushed through him; he grabbed her hand and pulled it from him.

"No… I won't last long if you keep doing that. It's been too long for me Emily; the first time I cum tonight I want it to be while I am buried deep inside you." He growled gently as he removed the towel from around her.

Her blood seemed to boil at his words; she wanted him buried in her, she wanted him to make her scream his name as she came. She could feel her juices wetting her core, readying her for him.

Hotch climbed up to hover over her, lowering his lips to hers. His lips were like a match lighting the fire within her. She had never felt so alive, so wanted, so loved as she did at that moment. The gentleness he showed her was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. But she wanted to see him come undone; she wanted to see him lose that last thread of control he guarded so well. She wanted the gentle Aaron and the Aaron she knew that lay beneath the surface; the one that she could lose herself in. The one that could take her places, take her to heights she had never been. She wanted the wild Aaron to finally let himself be seen. She wanted to experience the rough side she knew he held close, guarded it like he was afraid to let her see that loss of control. Well tonight she would make him lose that control and she would revel in it.

Emily broke the kiss and flipped them over easily; much to Hotch's surprise. She straddled him, running her her hands up his stomach and over his chest; leaning down she kissed him with all the passion and love she felt for him. His hands ran down her back and took hold of her hips; rocking her gently along the length of him. Groaning into her mouth as he felt how wet she was. He felt his control slipping and he couldn't let that happen; he didn't want to scare her away.

She saw the trepidation in his eyes and knew that she had to tell him what she knew he needed to hear.

"Aaron, you won't hurt me or scare me. I won't run away, I told you I am tired of running. Nothing you do to me will hurt me or scare me… I'm not Haley, Aaron." She said as she watched her words sink in and the realization flash across his eyes.

She rocked her hips against him again as she sucked at his collar bone.

"Emily…" He moaned, feeling his control slip just a little more.

He wanted to let go, but years of reigning in that passion was hard to let go of. He had always had to control himself with Haley. He had loved her but she was selfish and controlling with what he was allowed to do in the bedroom. She had been the lights out, missionary style their whole marriage. Every time he wanted to try something different she would always shoot him down. He had been fine with it after a while, it had become a way of life and that was just how it was.

Now here he was with a woman that was telling him he could do whatever he wanted to with her. Here with a woman he loved deeper than he had ever loved anyone before. A woman he could lose himself in; who he wanted to lose himself in.

Hotch pushed her into a sitting position on him and raised himself up. Facing each other, he could see the want in her eyes, they mirrored his own. He lowered his head to run his lips along the curve of her neck; nipping and sucking, marking her.

"Aaron…" She cried out against his ear.

Hearing her moaning his name broke the control he was holding on to and he quickly flipped them over. He grabbed her legs and wrapped them high around his waist and bent his head, taking her puckered tip between his teeth, biting and nipping it over and over before sucking it into his mouth to relieve the pain from the roughness he was lavishing her breast with.

Emily reveled in this aggressive side of Hotch, she wanted to push him that last little bit until he took her with as much passion as she knew he wanted too.

"Aaron…please." She begged.

"What do you want Em?" He asked huskily as he continued to lavish her other breast with the same attention he had given the first.

"Please… I need you Aaron. I want to feel you take me. Take me the way I know you want too." Her voice was laced with the passion that was overtaking her body.

Hotch lined himself up with her core and he could feel the heat coming off her. He eased himself into her, stopping after just the tip was wrapped in her heat. The overwhelming urge to plow into her was overtaking the sensible side of his brain. He wanted to savor the feel of her but he could already tell she was tight and the whimpers' she was emitting was the driving force he needed. Her arousal was evident as he felt the rush of moisture enveloping him; her walls clamped around his head trying to pull him in deeper.

"Yes… Aaron, yes… please. Do it." She moaned as she looked up into his lust filled eyes.

He pushed himself into her up to the hilt before sliding back out slowly. Looking at the need in her eyes, he smiled and pushed back in harder. He stopped, reveling in the feel of her tight, wet heat wrapped around him.

"Aaron please… don't stop. Please Aaron, harder… take me hard and fast." She moaned as she moved her hips against his.

He let go of everything that was holding him back and took her the way they both wanted him to. Over and over again he thrust into her harder and faster with each thrust. Emily threw her head back, screaming his name as she came around him. The feel of her clamping down on him and her screaming his name was enough to pull him over the edge with her. Her name rolled off his lips in a growl as he came deep within the walls of her clenching heat.

Hotch was spent and he collapsed on top of her as she wrapped her arm around his neck, holding him to her.

"I love you Aaron." She said breathlessly in his ear.

"I love you more." He said as he leaned up and kissed her tenderly.

He rolled to the side and moved her to where she was laying in his chest.

"Emily, I have to ask you something." He said quietly.

"What is it Aaron, is something wrong?" She asked as she leaned up resting her chin in her hands.

"No nothing is wrong. I just wanted to ask you… I want you to move in with me and Jack." He said as he pushed her hair back off her face.

She smiled at him not giving him an answer yet.

"What?" He asked.

"I was just waiting for you to ask." She stated as she leaned up and kissed him passionately.

The chocolate covered strawberries and champagne completely forgotten as he showed her new heights of his passion for her.

A/N: I hope you liked the ending to this story. Please leave me a review to let me know what you think. Thank you to all that have read this, whether you have left a review or not, you are greatly appreciated.