He watches her silhouette in the window, long, black, and obscured by the setting sunlight. Tendrils of white wisps come from her mouth and the slim stick in her hand; ripples of smoke like extended fingers that trace the air.
She sighs, and from her mouth the white ghosts come - her ethereal soul.
"I'm hungry."
He watches still, silent, curious. She speaks to him when he doesn't respond - when he cannot respond - and perhaps they both like it that way.
He steps into the room further. His shadow swallows hers in its long shapelessness; a monster with a twisted form against the hardwood.
Their true forms.
"We'll eat at dusk," he tells her, and his body stands almost imperiously over her seated figure. It's nearing the end of dusk; he slides his hands along the bare skin of her shoulders - tracing the soft skin, slipping his callused fingers along the milky line of her neck.
He strokes his mark lovingly - the brand his teeth had lain on her skin and kept her his for the rest of eternity.
Emily turns her eyes up at Aaron, eyes black and teeth sharp as she smiles up at the man and reaches up to brush her fingers along his hand. Her nails are longer now; something she delights in painting blood red or matte black when she pleases - she digs them slightly into his skin, and her eyes flash up at him.
"I want to hunt in the Quad tonight," she requests, tilting her head with a pout as he smirks down at her. His eyes are golden yellow, the color her own eyes melt into as he pulls her to her feet and wraps his arms around her svelte body possessively.
He holds her tight, it's almost too tight; intentionally hurtful, but Emily purrs and the burning end of her cigarette is dangerously hot near the skin of his neck. A low growl erupts from his mouth; harsh, grating, and jealous as he pulls her into a bruising kiss.
She lets him steal her mouth, bruise it and break its skin, and Emily merely moans as she licks the blood away and lets his fangs clip sharply at her lower lip. He's jealous, easily so, and his jealousy makes him the hot and virile lover she enjoys between her legs.
"We'll hunt after I feast," he growls, almost guttural in his throat as he snatches the cigarette from her hand and snuffs it out with his bare fingers before he shoves her down to the floor. He tumbles after her, their bodies reflecting the monstrous shadow they cast across the wall now as he rips at her clothes and snarls appraisingly at her keening hisses in return.
She lets him take her, hard, rough, and almost too painful to be pleasure. She lets him mold her body in any way and shape he wants her - over his shoulder, on her hands and knees, pinned to the floor - and she moans and begs even as his hands bruise her skin and his teeth bleed her.
She lets him fuck her to the bone because she's hungry.
Emily comes with a violent scream, shuddering hard as his fingers move mercilessly between her legs and his hips rut viciously into hers, and a howl erupts from her mouth when he slams into her at last, and burns her insides with his release.
He drops atop her in harsh pants, his body flaming hot and his breath ragged as he turns her over, nestling between her legs and keeping himself buried deep inside her as he stares down at her flushed face with black orbs that gleam almost maliciously in the night.
There is no malevolence in his embrace or touch when he holds her now - it's his own hunger and greed, and he's always a gentleman even when he takes from her what he wants.
Emily lets him trace her face and tangle his hands in her hair; moans and purrs and cants her hips when he kisses her gently, deeply, lovingly. She feels him purr in his chest - a giant panther rumbling in contentment as he slides from her and pulls her possessively to his body.
"I'm still hungry," she reminds him petulantly, and Aaron chuckles in his chest as he looks down at her with an indulgent smile.
"And what is it that you are hungry for tonight?" he asks her drolly, arching an eyebrow down at the glowing woman. Even in the afterlife, Emily's skin is perfect and porcelain, even more so; but her body never ceases to glow like a lover's should when he touches her. "White meat? Dark? Asian?"
Emily hums thoughtfully as she traces her fingers idly along his chest, brushing against the sparse chest hair and sinking her nails into his skin in deep crescents. Her eyes snap up to his face, and her red mouth splits into a wide, sharp grin as her eyes melt into golden yellow.
"I want JJ tonight." He pulls back, confused, intrigued, and Emily grins wider. "She smelt delicious today, I know you noticed it too." When he shrugs guiltily, the woman doesn't feel jealous...only hungrier.
"We don't have to turn her," she says, as she rolls them and straddles his body eagerly. Her dark hair fans over her face as she smirks down at him, golden eyes gleaming mischievously as she grinds her body against him. "But that doesn't mean we can't...indulge a little before we take from her. I've been getting better at the dream-feeding now."
Aaron growls, pulls her hips crushingly close down to his as he stares up at her with heated eyes that gleam gold. The black is bleeding into his eyes, slowly, almost alluringly as he smirks up at her.
"Well then - put something pretty on and we'll have ourselves a guest for dinner."
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JJ isn't sure of why she's dreaming this, but honestly she doesn't want to know why. She's not a profiler, she doesn't have to care. She doesn't have to understand how somehow on a deeper level, this form of sexual depravity is an unrequited lust for the people she's dreaming of, and she really doesn't give a damn if it is.
She just never wants them to stop.
She whimpers as Emily's mouth moves hungrily between her legs; feasts on her like she's a starved desert dweller as her fingers make the blonde's head spin and her breath catch.
The man holding her has her breast in his hand; the other spreads her wide for the brunette between her legs, and his own mouth latches teasingly against the column of her neck. Marking her skin; branding her with the memory of his mouth and his touch and his body pressed against her back.
Emily lets out a rumbling moan, JJ feels it straight to the bone as she pulls her mouth from her clit, eyes glowing. "She tastes as sweet as she looks." Her voice drops a decibel; low, rough, bestial as she flashes a look at JJ that has the blonde gasping.
JJ lets out a shuddering whimper as she licks her lips, gasping to speak. "I'm never going to be able to look at either of you the same way for the rest of my life but fuck, don't you dare stop when I'm so close."
Hotch chuckles in her ear, and JJ shivers as his hands slide up along her hips, cup her breasts and tease her straining nipples before they rest down low on her thighs. "Such a needy little slut, isn't she?" he rumbles, lifting her effortlessly in his hold as Emily unzips him from his slacks and guides his weeping cock inside her.
JJ moans, loud, desperate and shrill as he fills her. He's thick, hot and long; Emily latches her mouth to her singing clit when he's seated all the way inside her, and begins to thrust. "Fucking shit," she breathes, dizzy and breathless and burning hot as she buries her fingers into the brunette's dark hair.
"Such a potty mouth too," Hotch coos at her, guiding her hips in his hands as Emily alternates between pleasuring the blonde and coaxing him along with her hands. "What would the team say if they knew you had such a potty mouth, Agent Jareau?"
JJ screams - outright shrieks - when he cants in deep and holds there; her walls clench tight around him in tight ripples as Emily hums against her clit. She's rides the waves of her orgasm because that's all she can do lest she collapses, and JJ shrieks again when she feels teeth sink into her inner thigh, and then her neck.
Her blue eyes are wide as Hotch growls into her neck, mouth full of her flesh as he drinks her blood. He grunts, spilling inside her thickly as Emily feeds from her inner thigh; draining her as she sinks her short nails into the brunette's scalp in horror.
Emily growls irritably, eyes flashing black up at the woman as her mouth fills with the blonde's sweet blood. She's divine; sweet as she is and fiery like her soul, and Emily pulls her mouth briefly from JJ's thigh when she sees the petite woman begin to pale drastically.
"Jen..." Her voice grows lower, engulfing the space around them as Hotch growls from her neck and pulls his mouth from her as well.
"Jen...darlin'..."
JJ frowns, blue eyes dropping hazily as Emily's lithe figure in red hovers over her. She feels like she's falling, or maybe he's lying her down - she's still too busy twitching from her orgasm when Emily's face becomes replaced with a man's.
"Jen!"
JJ's eyes snap open; pupils dilating as she sits up sharply in bed. Her chest heaves and her heart pounds in her ears as she stares around her frantically, searching for the dark haired pair, and instead settling on the sandy blonde, blue eyed face of her husband.
Will reaches out to her gently, touching her clammy hand soothingly as she stares down in bewilderment at them. "You was havin' a nightmare, chere," he tells her, tucking her gently back into bed. "Wrigglin' all around like a marlin an' moanin' like ya been achin'. Ya alrigh', darlin'?"
JJ sucks in a deep breath, shaking her head to clear the memories of her dream away; curling instead into her pillow and clamping her damp thighs tightly together. "I'm fine," she promises him, staring at the dark window by their bed.
Her breath hitches when something flashes across it, but Will comes to her side, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her to him, and JJ sighs quietly as she presses her head into her pillow and hopes the memories go away fast.
"It was just a nightmare..."
From a distance, the dark couple watch the light haired pair sleep, Emily rumbling in displeasure at the interruption. She roils in her lover's hold, body writhing restlessly in his grasp as she turns to him with an irritable hiss. "I wasn't full yet," she whines, and Aaron rumbles his agreement. At least he'd gotten his release though; Emily hadn't.
He pulls her to his chest soothingly, kissing her red mouth and tasting the blood and essence of the blonde on her lips. He licks his lips, and grins.
His eyes are black.
"Morgan's not too far from here."
End of Part 2.