(Hey guys! Here's another update. Still very smutty, but more fluffy than hardcore. Let me know what you think.)
It had been a rough case. We had been called to Minnesota to search for a team of unsubs targeting foster children on Monday morning. We had only just managed to catch him early this morning, six days later. The jet had a somber air as we flew back to Quantico. Yes, we had finally caught them but so many kids had been hurt before we did. I tried to console myself that we were doing the best we could, but the looming feeling of failure still pressed at my mind. I knew everyone else felt the same.
I sat next to Emily, trying to catch some sleep. She was staring at the movie playing on her laptop but I knew she wasn't really watching. Across the aisle Reid was reading a thick, dusty novel and Morgan was listening to music, eyes squeezed shut and arms crossed firmly across his chest. I could see Hotch and Rossi sitting further up towards the cockpit, but they were facing away from me. My eyes lingered on his dark hair.
We were all affected by the case, but I knew it had hit Hotch particularly hard. Several of the boys had been close in age to Jack, a fact one of the unsubs had been able to deduce. During the hours long interrogation he had taunted Hotch about what he was capable of, what he could do if he had the chance. He had kept an impressively even head, but I knew that the sick words had imprinted deep into his mind. I knew he was hurting.
I gave my head a quick shake. It wasn't my business if he was hurting. Once again, weeks had passed since our last tryst without so much as a single word. We had silently agreed that it had never happened. However, there were moments when he would end up standing behind me in a crowded elevator and I could feel the muscles in my core tensing. I could feel the heat of his body and I had to actively restrain myself from shivering. Sometimes as I tossed and turned in the icy darkness of my empty bed, I could almost smell his cologne in the air. I missed him in a carnal way.
The captain came over the speaker to let us know that we were getting ready to land. I gathered all of my things into my bag and leaned further into my chair. Emily reached over and gave my knee a squeeze.
"Any plans for the rest of the day?" We had already been assured that once we touched down we were free to go home.
I shook my head. "Probably takeout and Netflix. Sleep. You?"
"The same. Cuddle up with Sergio. I miss him."
"I'm sure he had a fun time with Pen while we were away." The plane touched down and began to taxi to a stop.
"Last time she watched him, I came home to a cat in a mini feline tuxedo, so maybe fun isn't that exact word." She laughed. We gathered our things and followed everyone off the plane into the BAU. I ducked into my office. I needed to make sure and respond to a few emails before heading home, otherwise I wouldn't have a chance before the weekend. After finishing and logging off, I left my office, locking the door behind me. As I began the stroll across the deserted pen, I notices one light still on.
Hotch. A loud voice in my mind shouted to turn around and go home. To get in my car, and go back to my silent apartment. To not do this to myself again. But I decidedly ignored it. I walked to his door and quietly knocked as I pushed it open.
He was sitting on his couch, head in his hands. He didn't bother looking up at my entrance. "Shouldn't you be home by now?" he gruffly asked.
"I could ask you the same."
He raised his head to meet my eyes as he gave a humorless laugh. "I'm not exactly in a great mental place to see Jack right now." Exhaustion was etched across his face, his eyes hollow with regret and haunted by the past week.
I nodded. "He's with Jess?" I question softly. He nods then lets his head fall back in his hands. I don't know that I've ever seen him this way. Definitely not in the field. He was always the picture of confidence and control. This had of course carried over to the bedroom. I couldn't help the shiver that made it's way up my spine was I saw flashes of us, in the bathroom, at the hotel, always fighting for dominance and hot and passionate. This was a different man. Soft. Vulnerable. Even a touch fragile.
I closed the door behind me and sat my go bag to the side. I slid out of my shoes and padded across the room to where he sat. He looked back at me as I came near. I tentatively placed my hand o his cheek and was relieved when he closed his eyes and leaned into my touch. I let the pads of my fingers stroke his slightly stubbly cheekbone.
"This isn't your fault."
"If I had just broken him sooner-"
"You couldn't have." I cut him off. I brought my other hand up to run my fingers through his dark hair. "We did the best we could. And because of that two more criminals are off the streets."
He looked up at me with sad eyes. "Well I should have done better." His voice is almost raspy.
I placed both of my hands on his cheeks and held his head so that he can't avoid my gaze. "Aaron," I whisper. "This is not your fault." And I let myself bend at the waist, bringing our faces closer until our lips finally touched. It was not hard or searching like the times before. This kiss was gentle. It was a question instead of a demand. Our lips moved gently against each other. I stepped forward and positioned myself so that I was straddling him. One of his hands threaded through my hair as I let my gingers brush his neck, his shoulders, his back, anywhere I could reach, trying to soothe him. Our kiss deepened, tongues slowly exploring instead of battling for control.
His fingers came to the front of my blouse and gently pulled it from where it was tucked into my slacks. I grabbed the hem and slowly pulled it over my head throwing it behind me, leaving me only in a lacy white bra. He brushed his hands slowly up my sides. "Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" His eyes bore into mine with such sincerity my breath caught in my chest for a moment. "Because you are." He finished in a whisper. He leaned forward and placed a kiss on my chest bone. I sighed at the feeling of his eyelashes against my skin. He slowly kissed up my chest before finding my pulse point. He slowly sucked on the skin, his mouth hot against me. I gasped at how wonderful it felt. A he pulled away I let my forehead rest against his.
"Aaron, you're wonderful. You are the most wonderful man I've ever known." He captures my mouth in another kiss, and I loosen and remove his tie. I begin to unbutton his shirt but then he pulls back and simply tugs it over his head.
I slide from his lap and kneel in front of him. I remove his socks and shoes, sitting them to the side. I slowly unbuckle his belt and tug down his pants, never breaking eye contact. When his pants and boxers are with his shoes, I wrap my hand around his length slowly stroking up and down. He leans back against the couch, letting out a deep sigh. I lean forward and slowly lick him, base to tip.
His breath hitches as I take him in my mouth bobbing up and down, taking as much of him as I can. One hand resumes it's place in my hair and the other gently strokes the side of my neck. I let one hand cup his balls, rolling them between my fingers. I use the other to lightly drag my fingernails along his thigh.
I hear his breathing speed up until he is panting. "JJ… Jen I… Wait." I understand what he is trying to tell me and release him from my mouth. I stand in front of him and undo my slacks, pushing them to the floor along with my panties and stepping out of them. I reach behind me and undo my bra, shrugging the straps from my shoulders. It joins the rest of my clothing and I stand in front of Hotch completely bare. His hand ghosts up my leg, coming to rest on my waist. He leans forward and places an open mouthed kiss on my hip bone. I cradle his head against me.
Then I step forward and straddle him one more. He meets my mouth and fall into a slow, hot kiss. His hand comes between us and circles my clit, making me jump. He chuckles at my body's reaction and then slowly sinks two fingers deep inside me. I purr at the feel of him and he kisses my neck.
"So beautiful." Kiss. "So tight." Kiss. "So hot."
"Please," I whisper. He withdraws his fingers and places himself at my entrance. As he pushes upward I meet him and my head falls backwards at the delicious pleasure. We fall into a steady rhythm. The only sounds in the office are our respective gasps and moans, and the sound of our skin meeting.
He lowers us so that we are both lying on the couch, facing other. Straighten one leg, keeping the other hitched around his waist, giving him access. This allows him to hit even deeper within me. I can tell by the raggedness of his breathing that he's drawing nearer, and I circle my hips willing myself to get there. He understands and rubs hard circles around my clit as he latches onto the skin below my collarbone, marking it as his.
"Aaron…" I moan.
"I know, Jen."
"I… Oh my God!" I fall over the edge, moaning as I cum. He follows after me, pressing even further inside of me. We lay there on his couch, regaining our breath and staring into each others eyes.
"I mean it, y'know." I finally murmur.
"Mean what?"
"You. You're wonderful. You did everything you could. Nothing could have prevented this from happening. You have to focus on the good that we do, not the bad we couldn't prevent."
"He nods."I know." But it doesn't quite reach his eyes. I lean forward and kiss him, letting it deepen until I have to pull back for breath.
"You're an exceptional man, Aaron Hotchner."
"That means everything. Coming from you." He places a chaste kiss on my lips. I stroke his cheek with my hand. I slightly move the leg still around his waist and we both moan as he moves within me. He meets my eyes and without hesitation I lean back I to him, letting myself be lost again.