A/N: I am glad you guys enjoyed the last chapter. Here's the continuation.

I do not own Criminal Minds

When they pulled up to the cottage Penelope looked at Aaron a little confused. He caught the look and pulled her in for a quick kiss over the console. "It seems everyone is emotionally invested in our relationship. Galvin is giving us use of the cottage for the night."

"Really?" It was all she could think to say other than a million thank yours to the Galvins. There was just no way she was going to make it forty five more minutes on the drive home.

Hotch nodded and gave a cursory look out the windshield. "Stay in here for a few minutes alright? I'll make sure everything is all set and come get you."

"Wait!" she stopped him from reaching for his bag in the back seat.

"What?" he asked, worried by her tone.

"Can we call Jack before we go in? I want to make sure he is doing ok so I can relax once we are in there." It wasn't the first time she was hoping Jack was alright at his sleep over. Hotch had turned his phone off during the mystery night for obvious reasons and she wanted to just be sure, that's all.

He paused for a moment examining her. She was so much like, well a parent. He pulled out his phone and turned it on. "You really love him don't you?" he asked as he waited for Joe to pick up on the line. He caught her nod once the phone was answered.

He asked Jack how he was doing and Jack told him it was so much fun. He decided half way through to put him on speaker phone so that Penelope could overhear everything. Jack had that childlike excitement in his tone. "And we are staying up late and Amelia has the biggest collection of Legos! But daddy, why are you calling? Aren't you having fun on your date?"

Penelope smiled and moved closer to the phone. "We are having so much fun, Jack. Daddy made the night perfect."

"Hi Aunt Penny! Will you be with daddy when he picks me up tomorrow?"

"Sure will buddy. Maybe we can hang out together if I'm not too old to be fun."

"You're not old yet." He groaned. "Just when I go to Japan." Amazing what kids remember. "Could Henry come too? And Uncle Morgan and Aunt Emily?"

Hotch chuckled at the conversation. "Tell you what, I will see if Uncle Rossi will pack one of his great picnics." both his and Pen's mouths began to water. "But we gotta go ok? Go to sleep."

Jack agreed and wished them both goodnight, leaving a smile on Hotch's face he hadn't expected. Penelope really was a mother to him, she just didn't know it yet. "All ready for our night then?"

She nodded and he extracted his bag from the back seat and pushed into the small cottage. It was breathtakingly charming. There were two rooms, each with a stone fireplace. The living room held a comfy sofa and an arm chair, a table and a small kitchen prep area—a wood stove. Looking around it seemed there wasn't any electricity here at all. Oh, his poor Penelope. He wondered how she would fare without technology, but he could think of a few ways to distract her.

The one thing he did worry about was a bathroom, but looking inside he found it actually did have running water which ran warm into the claw foot tub and a separate water closet. This place was perfect in his opinion after the night they had. But it was cold, so he set about lighting fires in each place before tucking away the items he brought with him and retrieving his girlfriend (he loved saying that) from the car.

"Is it as adorable as I am thinking it is?" She excitedly asked as they neared the front entrance, her question lost as Hotch picked her up bridal style to carry her through the door. She squealed before kissing him in reward for the effort.

"O. M. G. This place is just—so—wow!" She took in the quaint surroundings which also carried a strange sense of the elaborate and she understood why when Hotch lowered her feet to the floor. The furnishings were comfortable but plush, as plush as the sumptuous covers of the oversized bed she could spot through the open door.

He tipped her chin for a sweet kiss which quickly turned into something much more passionate as she locked her arms around his neck, running her fingers through his hair as she knows drives him crazy. He began to untie the laces of the bodice of her dress, making good work of it as he walked her back into the bedroom, her dress and lace black petticoat hitting the floor as soon as they stepped over the threshold. When they fell his eyes lit up as he took in the sexiest woman alive in his opinion, standing there for him clad in a bustier, garter belt and stockings with the most adorable and sparse panties he ever saw on her.

She could feel the heat from the fire and hear the crackles and pop as well as feel the heat in Aaron's gaze as he took in her Emily approved sexy apparel. She was sure this would be a night she wouldn't forget and was eager to get things going but she did spare one last moment to look at her surroundings, enjoying the light the fire gave off, assisted by a few oil lamps which dimly illuminated Hotch's face as he continued to take her in.

She smirked as his gaze lingered over the cleavage the bustier created. "You're drooling a little." She teased as she stalked towards him. "And wearing entirely too much clothing yourself."

He grinned and helped her as she removed his jacket, vest and shirt. She pulled his hands away as she slid hers beneath his undershirt, caressing his toned chest as she removed it. He was so firm, strong. So much of a man. A man who was currently drawing her face up to his fervently and tipping them back to the bed.

He kissed every inch of revealed skin he could find, working his tongue under the cups of the bustier and just hitting the edge of one of her nipples. He worked his hands over her thighs and bustier feeling the silk and lace and taking in every sight as she laid there staring up at him with lust in her eyes. She needed him so badly, she said as much and he jumped off the bed, gently tugging her standing as well.

Hotch turned her around, fumbling with clasps on the back of her bustier as she went to work unfastening the garters from her stockings. How anyone ever had sex back in this era is a mystery. It took far too long to free her of the heavy garment.

"I'm too eager tonight." He informed her as he slid the panties she was wearing over her stocking clad legs, then set to removing those as well. Pulling away he cupped her face and looked deeply into her eyes. "But before we do anything more I want you to know something."

She steeled herself for the possibility of bad news despite his tenderness and tone. "What would that be?"

"That I am without a doubt entirely in love with you." he hushed her response with his fingers, needing to reiterate it properly. "Penelope, I love you."

Her eyes were watering at the proclamation. She's heard it said a million times but never by a man she could feel the same for. This seemed like a majorly defining moment of her life. "I love you too." She managed through her happy tears and flung her arms around Aaron as they pulled in again for another, more passionate kiss. Until they could take waiting no more.

"Aaron, I need you, now. Please." She moaned as his fingers found her spot again. She was drenched and craving him.

He re-positioned them a little more fully onto the bed and crawled between her legs, kissing her all the while. She reached down and fumbled with the buttons of his trousers, pulling them down as far as she could with her hands, allowing him to leave the bed only finish the job.

She was excited for obvious reasons, but also because Aaron was now entirely naked and she would soon be feeling his skin on her skin as close as two people can get. And that closeness was with the man she loved, the man that loved her. Who wanted her, and was devoted.

He kissed down her décolletage and to her breasts, nipping at her hard points as he continued to flick his fingers over her clit. He loved foreplay and needed to get as much as he could before he lost all his focus. She knew that was exactly what he was doing and of course loved his work herself but uniting with him was taking long enough. "Aaron…" she teased, running her fingers through his hair and pulling lightly at the roots. "Lose a little of that control for me."

He grunted and pulled her legs down the bed until she was in the right position, his erection just at the precipice of impaling her. "God, I love you woman." He moaned it out as he ever so slowly entered her.

She actually had a mini-orgasm just from that alone, her body contorting and hips buckling. "Oh God, please more- Aaron!"

That's all he needed to hear. He set a smooth and steady rhythm which wasn't exactly slow but wasn't a jack rabbit by any means either. It was incredible to feel himself in her, her soft flesh enveloping him in every thrust, her body twisting and contorting in the pleasure she was receiving, her eyes staring back into his own.

Knowing they loved one another made this just so much better for both of them. Insecurities were gone. They had no need to hold back, no need to pretend to be anything other than exactly who they were. They were bare to one another emotionally and physically and for the first time in Aaron's life he was filled with no anxiety, no sense of duty, no fear of the unknown. There was just her, just this.

He laughed as her nails ran down his back tickling him and took in her little smirk at the action. "Evil, evil woman." He teased, tickling her back with running his lips all too lightly over her earlobe. It was both erotic and torture to her, she now needing to take a little control.

She pushed on his shoulders and flipped them over, relishing in the surprise on his face. Aaron was certainly used to being the aggressor in bed and almost protested before she leaned over him in such a way that he was distracted by her large breasts hanging tantalizing close to his face.

He buried himself between them, his hands rubbing her nipples and his hips thrusting up to meet hers as she ground herself in small circles around him. She was getting so close, she could feel him hitting new angles inside her and that one in particular which—she threw her head back as she yelled his name, for once not having to quiet herself.

She collapsed on top of him into more kisses and wasn't surprised to find him turning them over, he now on top and hooking her legs onto his shoulders. "You are so beautiful when you come, you know that?"

She blushed, knowing her pleasure seemed to make his own. "More, more." She urged on, seeing determination and satisfaction rising on his face. It was enough to make her build again, already almost there for her third round. "Jesus!" she began wiggling side to side, still sensitive from her first two times. Her squirming was only making it all the more enticing, watching that, the way she was responding, the way her walls were clamping around him. "Aaron!" she yelled yet again and the sound of her reciting his name in near worship pushed him over with her, now spilling his seed deep within his lover.

He rolled off her and pulled her to his chest as he stroked her hair, they each panting and petting one another.

"That was so good." She praised once she could speak again, rubbing her hands over his chest, down his thighs, purposely avoiding a certain area.

He grunted at the actions, getting turned on again. "God, you almost have me ready to go again." He tried to roll her over but she wasn't having that. She lowered herself down his body, kissing every inch of skin she could find. She parted his legs slightly with her hands, running them between his thighs as she kissed his pelvic bones getting ever so closer to his hardening member. "What are you doing?" he asked almost alarmed at how quickly his body was responding to her. He never remembered having such short recovery times before.

She looked up his body noting his eyes transfixed at her lips as she blew over the tip of his moistened nearly full erection. "Paying you back for what you did in the car of course." She teased before darting her tongue out to lick his tip and instantly taking him between her lips.

The feeling of her tongue still twisting around him in her warm mouth made his hips buck towards her. He almost worried for a second that he might have gone too far but when he was finally able to open his eyes and look down at her as she continued her work with a wicked smile perking around the corner of her eyes.

She was looking up at him, beyond aroused at this strong man being reduced to a puddle because of her, his legs weakening as she licked down his shaft and to his balls, back up taking him in her once again. "God!" He screamed. "Oh, dear god." He couldn't take anymore, he needed her so badly he shot up and began gathering her to him.

"No." She said sternly in amusement. "You aren't going to listen are you?" she asked as he kept running his hands over her, trying to flip them over.

"No." he admitted, thankful she finally climbed to straddle him at least, linking one of her hands into both of his.

"I didn't want to have to do this." She said with such amusement it was entirely clear she did want to do this and quickly, before he could be shaken from the distraction of her tits in his face again she tied his hands to the bedpost using the silk blindfold from earlier.

He stared up at her in pure shock and then pure lust, she matched it. "I'm going to finish." She announced before going back down on him.

He was grinding himself into her, so overcome with the pleasure she was giving him but he couldn't help but beg for her to stop before he exploded in her mouth. He wanted to do that within her, feeling her flesh around him and seeing her eyes roll back in pleasure. "I need you, please God I need you." he said it over and over again.

"Alright!" she relented, content that he was beyond himself at this point and climbed up him to untie his hands.

Just as quick as she undid the knot he flipped them over and slipped into her. "I just can't get enough." He moaned, one of her legs wrapped around his back the other wrapped around his leg. She was panting, so close already and undeniably ready to come again.

"Aaron. You are so—god!" she cried as he bucked his hips up toward the ceiling, feeling a new fulfillment she had never had before. She was just right there and he wasn't giving in. "Please let me, let me come." She begged.

Normally he would do everything he could to make her go to that bliss over and over again but not after that little stunt she just pulled. "Nope. You're staying like this 'till I'm ready for you." He kissed her passionately to swallow her whimpers.

God, this is exactly the control she loved in Hotch, that leadership and power. Each thrust was for both their pleasure, each little tip this way, move of her leg that way but right now he was sending the message of beautiful payback. She got to him and now he was going to get to her.

Finally he was ready to be merciful. "Almost there sweetheart. You ready?" He asked, knowing that she's been hanging at that brink of ecstasy for the last five minutes so he didn't wait for an answer he just thrust once more strategically and together they came with loud crashing moans that would have woken a whole block back in the city.

She was gasping for air and panting. "Yeah, they definitely had to teach that at Harvard." She teased as he collapsed on top of her from the effort, his chin resting on her breast. "No man can naturally just know how to keep a woman there like that." She was nothing if not a puddle of goo right now.

He looked up at her and burst into laughter. "I guess we are both pretty talented then."

She agreed with a nod. "I'm not going to walk for a week. You're just going to have to feed me in bed."

"Oh, I almost forgot!" he rushed out, reaching over the side of the bed to his bag and extracting a small container. "Close your eyes." He almost couldn't believe he let himself get so distracted, but then he remembered the woman in bed with him.

"More surprises?" she sat up and closed her eyes, always eager for his surprises after tonight's murder mystery.

He fumbled around a bit and instructed her to open her eyes. He held out a delectable looking cupcake with a candle lit on top. "Happy birthday, fake or otherwise."

She was touched at the thought and the new level of emotional intimacy they seemed to have gained since making up earlier in the day. She blew out the candle, not even bothering with a wish since there was nothing left she wanted and immediately grabbed the cupcake to push into his face. The surprise of his expression was the funniest thing she thought she ever saw and she threw herself back in hysterical laughter before he joined her, climbing on top of her form.

"You know, you just set yourself up." He warned her before kissing her playfully and rubbing his face over hers, sharing the mess of frosting all over her face.

She licked the tip of his nose clean and he grunted. "That's it! The bath for us!" It was a promise for fun, nothing more.

He picked her up and carried her there, her legs wrapped around his back because she still couldn't walk straight. "Oh my god, a claw foot tub!" She always wanted one of these.

He chuckled and placed her on the small wooden slipper chair by the bath. While he went to grab towels and light the oil lamps he asked her to draw the bath, handing her the scented oils to do so. Then he wet a towel and wiped the frosting from both their faces.

She set to work making the bath just the right temperature, eager to get in since the bathroom was pretty cold and they were still bare. Of course, Hotch rubbing up and down her sides as she added some of the bath oils available was certainly distracting. "I don't think I can do anymore tonight." She reluctantly informed him. It was so late and she already had so much fun.

He giggled in her ear. "I don't think I can either, but I still want to feel you." He stopped the water at a level where they both being in the tub wouldn't overflow it. He stepped in and held a hand to her to join him, the two then lowering in with her back to his chest, she sitting between his legs. He had a clear view of her hair do and chuckled. "This must be a little painful to keep in so long." And started to undo it as best he could in the low light, thankful when Penelope reached out and pulled the lamp closer.

She was starting to get a head ache from the tension of the bobby pins holding her locks steadily in place. But feeling Aaron's long fingers work through her hair, loosening strands and slightly massaging her sore scalp was so soothing it elicited grateful moans. "Thank you for taking care of me like this."

"I'll always take care of you." He murmured as he kissed her neck just behind her ear.

Her breath caught because of both the kissing and the proclamation. "Oh Aaron." She wrapped his arms around her once the last of her hair was freed and settled back into him. "I just—there aren't words to describe how happy I am." She turned around on her knees and kissed his eyebrows, nose, cheeks. "Switch positions with me. I want to take care of you too, give you a nice back rub. A reward for all that work earlier."

He reluctantly let her go and scooted forward as she settled behind him and started by working her fingers through his hair then down his neck and shoulders. "Are you always this tense?"

"Actually, this is me incredibly relaxed. You are so good at this." He moaned out the last part as her thumb began working out a knot between his shoulder blades. "I hope I don't have to be jealous of a former lover for teaching you these massage skills."

She chuckled. "Nope. Actually, it's my first time with anyone I know. I took classes many years ago but stopped short of getting my license."

"Really? Why didn't I ever know about this? And why did you stop?" He turned to look at her, she seemed a bit regretful.

"I didn't say anything because I'd end up having to rub Derek down. You know he would have teased me constantly until I gave in. And I stopped because someone caught me hacking and I got a job with the FBI." She booped her finger on his nose.

He smirked and then settled into her touch feeling more relaxed than he has in years. "Well, I am flattered to get the special treatment. Any more secrets I should know?" He wished he could take that back, he was keeping one from her and he knew it.

She shrugged, moving back to her work. "I once spiked your coffee while you were doing paperwork after a case all day. You were hammered by the end of the night and had no clue." She burst into a fit of laughter at his look back to her. "You still don't know! It's probably better that way, you ended up going out with us all later anyhow for drinks. Had to take a cab home with Em if I remember right."

"I don't remember that at all. But I do have something I should probably share with you. Please, don't get mad." She wasn't sure she was going to like this but encouraged him to continue. After a short pause he forged ahead. He couldn't look at her as he said it, so he straightened again. "When Reid shot Carver Hanson it was because he wasn't just cutting off your shirt, he was about to stab you in the breast. I didn't tell you because I didn't think it would do you any good to know."

He bit his lip at her silence, afraid to look around and see how she was responding but finally she went back to rubbing his biceps and she kissed the back of his neck. "Thank you for protecting me from that. I wouldn't have moved on so quickly had I known."

"You aren't mad?" he turned back to her, surprised at this reaction.

She shook her head. "No. You lied to protect me. I will never be mad at you for doing what is in your nature. Protecting those you care about is your most base instinct."

He twisted his body to half face her and buried his head against her clavicle and wrapped his arms around her waist. "I love you so much."

"I love you too, exactly as you are." She smiled as he continued to rest against her, suddenly so relaxed in each other's company. She continued to lightly rub at his arms and work some of the remaining tension from his torso, nwo tracing her fingers along the raised flesh of his nine scars.

"Ugly aren't they?" he asked, wondering what she thought of seeing them every time they make love.

"No. They just remind me of how strong you are. I will always worry you know. But, we can survive so much, you and I."

He nodded. Their line of work was full of so much risk but she accepted it, accepted him as is. That was all he needed to hear for him to ask a question he wanted to say for days now. "I have a something to ask you. And please don't feel pressured because I know it's fast. But I think since we have known each other for so long." He was getting nervous and she could tell.

She looked down at him with care and devotion. "What is it? You can ask me anything."

Once again he stroked her face, looking into her eyes he took a deep breath. "I was thinking when we get back tomorrow we might stop by your apartment and pick some things up. Maybe you could stay for a few days with Jack and I. Or a few weeks, or years or forever. It's up to you… no pressure."

She pulled him up and smothered him in kisses again and again. "You really want me to move in with you? Are you ready for that? Is Jack ready?"

He nodded. "I know I am and I think Jack is too. Actually, this is almost embarrassing." He chuckled at her urging on. "On the phone a while ago he said 'I think it would be a good idea if you and Aunt Penny have sleep overs, especially if she makes pancake in the morning.' So, I think he's comfortable with it."

She was smiling so large her cheeks hurt. "But, living together, that's big you know. I mean, what does that mean when it comes to caring for Jack?"

He examined her face. "That's your concern? I want you to take an equal role if you are comfortable. If not, I mean, we can figure out what respon—"

"I want to care for him, you know I love him as if he were my own."

He could feel his happiness poke at his eyes. "You are sure? It's a lot and I mean, this is a big chance we are taking and I don't want to push you."

She shook her head. "I am sure, but I do have a favor to ask."

"Anything."

"Once we get used to all living together, maybe we could find a bigger place, somewhere with a yard where Jack can play with all his friends." She hoped she wasn't pushing now, she was basically telling him she would like to buy a house. "This is moving fast isn't it?" She asked, cautiously.

He nodded. "Yes. But, I am pretty sure we went slow enough before. In my heart I have been dating you for years."

She chuckled. "I think the whole team would agree with that. So, how 'bout this? I will come stay for the next couple days and we will reassess then on how comfortable we and Jack are with the arrangement. And if it's going well, we will continue and go on from there?"

He was amazed at his luck, actually getting to be with the woman he loves, making real progress to what he ultimately wants with her. "It's a perfect plan. Thank you." He pulled her in for another kiss before stepping out of the tub, each drying the other with fluffy towels before they drained the tub and returned to their bed, snuggling close for the night

-Criminal Minds-

She woke with the sun shining in her eyes and the warmth of Aaron behind her. He was still sound asleep, one arm protectively draped over her side but something was off. It was someone knocking on the door.

She got up as quickly and quietly as she could so as to not wake Aaron and was thankful the Galvins stocked this place with two fluffy robes one of which she pulled on before answering the door.

"Well then, I am glad we gave you use of this last night." Mrs. Galvin offered a rueful smile. "You look positively glowing my dear."

Penelope broke into a guilty smile and let the other woman in, glad she had thought to shut the bedroom door. Mrs. Galvin brought in a covered tray with her and set it on the table, taking apart the containers and opening them. "I'll be quick. I just wanted to bring you breakfast, make sure I'm doing my duty as hostess."

Penelope couldn't help but hug her. "You are by far the best hostess I have ever had. I really enjoyed last night. You do it all the time?"

She nodded. "Neither of us even knew what steam punk was until our daughter got into it. She talked us into a night eight years ago and we have done it since. She passed last year of cancer but we keep it alive, so much a part of her."

"I am so sorry to hear that. But what a wonderful way to honor her. Maybe Aaron and I will come again some time." She hoped that wasn't being presumptuous.

Mrs. Galvin clapped her hands together. "Please do! You were both so easy to integrate into the night. I'll make sure my husband calls your man later on about it. But I should get going, let you love birds capture the rest of the morning, it's almost ten by the way. I know there's no clocks in here."

Penelope thanked her as she walked her to the door and turned to see a robed Aaron standing in the bedroom doorway with a smirk on his face. "See, everyone loves you."

"Stop." She playfully protested. "Breakfast?"

He agreed and sat with her as they ate the fresh fruit and quiche and coffee. "What time do you have to pick up Jack?"

He finished chewing his bite. "We have to pick him up by eleven. I guess I let us oversleep. I had hoped for a little more… time before we had to set out."

She chuckled. "I think we will have plenty of opportunities for that with sharing the same bed and all." They shared a happy smile and then her face schooled into panic. "Oh god, do I have to wear that dress home?"

He burst into giggles at the fear in her voice, having to hold his belly it hurt so much laughing. "I brought you a change of clothes. I hope you aren't mad, I had Rossi snag your go bag from the office."

She got up from her seat and sat on his lap kissing him sweetly. "That is so thoughtful. Oh, I wish we had time but we have to get going if we are to get Jack in time."

He sighed. "I know but you sitting on my lap isn't helping me ignore your usual effect on me."

He wiggled his eyebrows and she was so turned on from him she stood and dropped her robe. "Ya know what Aaron, I think I'm in the mood for a quickie."

Her smile was wicked, so evil that he was on her a second later, reaching between her legs to feel she was already wet for him and he hard from the second she pulled on her belt. "Now!" she demanded between breaths and kisses.

He bent her over the back of the sofa and took her from behind, holding her breasts, pinching her nipples as she looked back at him, stealing his offered kisses. She was moving with him, her hips rocking side to side to get him in all angles. She was crying his name as his pace picked up, wanting to get there so badly, needing him. He bit down on her neck lightly as her ass ground deeper into him and the feel of the possessive action brought her over as he spilled into her.

They stayed there panting for a moment before he pulled away and helped her stand. She took a moment letting him hold her in his arms as they stood bare in the living room before she pulled away and with a smug smirk on her face and announced. "You're right, I don't think either of us will ever get enough."

"Nope." He grinned in agreement. "Ready to leave? As much as I could stay here forever I'm a little anxious to get you moved in."

She hit him playfully. "Call Rossi while I get dressed, I want a family picnic to give everyone the news."

He watched her stalk back into the bathroom to get ready with pure admiration. She was beautiful, lovely and his.