Chpt 17

"I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom." ( Edgar Allan Poe)

"The most terrible poverty is loneliness, and the feeling of being unloved." ( Mother Teresa)

Morgan's house, 10am, it came awfully early considering how many times Pen had gotten up to shower over-night.

Morgan had gotten up to fix them breakfast. He was BLT's for them both; Penelope might have been a vegetarian for the most part, but nobody could withstand the allure of bacon.

Pen came padding down the stairs in some sweat pants and a t-shirt, both of which belonged to him. As far as Derek Morgan was concerned, she was too damned cute. Pen hopped up on her stool at the breakfast bar in Morgan's kitchen. She waited quietly while he got their plates set out and the food on them. Once he sat down, Pen looked at her food and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

"Derek, I don't want to wait around to talk to the girls about this first….it would be different if an incident came across one of my babies that I had to contact them about…but this is about me personally and it has always been left up to each of us to talk about what happened to us whenever we see fit.

We're sleeping together now, if I can't tell you what's going on in my head, who can I tell?"

Garcia proceeded to tell him everything…not just what had happened when she and Alecta had gone missing…but also about what had happened all those years before. It took a fair amount of time to get the story told, it went back over 20 years for crying out loud. And Morgan was quite sure Penelope had chosen to tell as much of the whole truth as possible. She wasn't sure how many more sleepless nights like last night she could take, and she knew it wasn't fair to Derek.

As she continued to talk they cleaned up the breakfast dishes, after which they cuddled up on the couch and Garcia kept talking some more. It seemed that once she started, she couldn't stop. That was fine by Derek. Whatever made Penelope feel better, and got this out of her system and got her on the road to getting back to her old self was totally alright by Morgan's standards.

"I remember they made her watch the things they did to us. Sometimes they had her in the same room, handcuffed to a pole so she couldn't take off. There were times when they had left the house that she would try to bring us food and water….there was never very much food. I asked her once where she had gotten it, because I knew she wasn't allowed to leave the house…it was summer and school was out. She told me that it had been brought for her to have lunch or dinner depending on the time of day…..she told me there wasn't food in the house, so she saved what they gave her and brought it to us. Derek, she was so little. You see how tiny she is now. She was 15 at the time, and I'm not even sure she was as tall as she is today or if she even weighed as much…and she was pregnant. You could see her baby belly. One day those men came back and caught her passing us the food and drink. They beat her so bad; she would just curl up in a ball and try to protect her head and stomach from all the hits and the kicks. They had thrown her against the wall so hard at one time that she couldn't stand up to walk out of the room…..Years later, when she and I discussed those days briefly, she told me that hitting the wall that hard had cracked her tail bone.

I'm not sure how she was able to walk, and be in such pain, the day that she came to cut me lose and take me to the cops….I knew that I couldn't let her go back to that house. If just bringing us food had gotten her beatings like that, then what would happen to her for helping one of us escape?"

Curled up resting her head against Morgan's chest, an arm around his waist, Pen was watching part of a baseball game that Morgan had turned it on to.

"Do you think that Davis will ever come clean about what she went through? I mean, even if she doesn't tell everything to Hotch, do you think she would at least talk to one of us?" Derek asked, squeezing Pen a little closer, twirling a lock of her hair between his fingers.

"I'd like to think that she would tell Hotch. Hotch, the poor old fool, has done a perfectly lovely swan dive into an empty pool on that. It's just that she has gone so long without anyone to care for her….and lately some of the people she has counted on the most are just….."

"Disappearing?"

"Yeah." Garcia sounded so sad when she thought of Alecta being so lonely. Morgan could see it in her eyes. The things that had happened in that house all those years ago….If Jake wasn't dead already, Morgan would gladly have beaten him to death, slowly, over time…making sure that he broke every bone in the man's body before it was over.

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Aaron Hotchner was still lying in the bed, he wasn't sure what time it was; he'd fallen asleep around 10pm, not too long after Alecta. He'd been watching her sleep. He was pretty sure that he had nearly memorized the way every curl was shaped as it fell either onto his pillow or her shoulder, or even across her face. He had memorized how fine her eyelashes were while her eyes were closed…the way her lips formed a Cupid's bow. He didn't want to stare, but usually she wasn't this still, she was always in motion…she never stopped. If Hotch didn't know her better, he would think she did it on purpose, to avoid anyone being able to get too close to her and ask to many quest….Actually, he could still be on to something there.

Suddenly, he felt weight shifting on the bed. There was weight that was pressing onto him. He wasn't sure if he should move or not. If it was an intruder, he should move, and quickly. But he was pretty sure it wasn't an intruder. He was certain he knew exactly who was moving in his bed. He kept his eyes closed, he wanted to know what she was up to, but he didn't want to startle her either.

The next thing he knew was that there was a pressure against his lips. He could tell that Alecta had moved to where she was astride him a bit, and she had kissed him; he knew that much without having to open his eyes. Something else he knew without opening his eyes was that, she better move soon or this was going to be damned awkward. Hotch wasn't sure that there was a man in his right mind that wouldn't trade places with him immediately….Either one of her legs on either side of his waist, the largest real breasts he'd ever seen a woman this petite in his life—currently, they were pressed against him—while she tried to sneak and give him a kiss; she was failing at the whole *sneaking* part, her hair was tickling him….any man that wouldn't trade places with him was a liar. And the thing was that there had been nothing overtly sexual that had taken place. But Hotch knew that could change in a matter of seconds if she didn't get off of him quick. He knew it like he knew his name….and he didn't want to freak her out.

Hotch knew she wasn't going to move without provocation. She still doubted just exactly how he felt about her…he was going to have to do something that made her move. When she leaned over to place another kiss on his lips, he had his chance. He began to kiss her back!

When Alecta realized that Hotch was awake and was kissing her back, she had already vaulted her legs back over him to try to jump out of the bed; but Hotch caught her by her wrists just as she was about to make a break for it. It seems as though his reflexes were getting better around her. After the last few weeks of getting to know her, Hotch had gained the reflexes of a cat.

Having grabbed her by her wrists as she was about to dash, Hotch sat up in the bed, finally opening his eyes, rubbing the sleep out of one of them with one hand, while keeping a grip on Alecta with the other. He looked at her and saw the shocked expression on her face. Her cheeks had flushed an incredible red color. He'd rarely seen her blush, usually she was the one leaving everyone else red faced….it was kinda cute. Well, it would have been cute if the look in her eye hadn't been full of fear.

Alecta was scared she was in trouble.

"What are you doing?" Hotch just came out and asked her.

Hotch still hasn't let go of Alecta's wrists, and she was still trying to pull them free. Her eyes were wide, she hadn't thought about getting caught. Hotch was pretty sure he could almost hear her heart pounding in her chest.

"N-nothing….."

"Lex…" Hotch arched an eyebrow, letting her know he didn't buy it for one second.

"It was stupid of me….I didn't…...it's just that you've been trying awfully hard to prove that what you say is true….I just thought that….one little kiss couldn't hurt."

"That explains the first one; but, what about the second one?"

"It was just in case I didn't do it right the first time." Alecta had been looking down towards the comforter, not sure she should look him dead in the eye or not. Without lifting her head she merely looked up at him from the corner of her left eye. She could tell by the bemused look on his face that he really didn't by this excuse either.

"No, I swear…' she saw him still smirking at her. "You don't have to be so damned smug."

"First of all, you don't have to give me any form of payback for anything that I do for you. Secondly, there was nothing wrong with that first kiss…it was quite good as a matter of fact. Thirdly, now I am awake and would like another."

Alecta had looked up at him and taken a deep breath, and let it out slowly. She was thinking it over. Hotch knew if he let her go on too long, she would over think the whole thing. He was going to have to take matters into his own hands if this was ever going anywhere.

Hotch took her chin in one hand, still keeping a grasp on one of her wrists with his other hand…..He was pulling her closer to him….

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done it." With that she managed to twist her arm free from his grasp and finally made it off of the bed. She started to head for the bedroom door….Hotch had to do something quick.

"Why don't you trust me?" It was dirty pool, but he'd do what he had to do to keep her close by him.

Alecta stopped in her tracks, her shoulders slumped, her head dropped, her eyes staring at the floor. She looked like Hotch had just beaten her. He suddenly felt his stomach plummet when he realized just how low a blow that was to hit her with.

Without turning around, 'S'got nothing to do with whether I trust you or not…well not that much."

"Then what is it? I have tried everything I know to make you understand exactly how I feel about you. And I'm not getting through…."

"And I really am beginning to believe you. I swear that I am. But…."

"If you believe me, how can there be a 'but'?'

"This is how you feel now. What happens after…? What happens if you were to finally get what you want from me? What then?" She still hadn't turned to face him. "While I string you along, I'm a challenge. I'm interesting as long as I am just out of reach. But what happens if…."

Hotch could hear all of her self-doubt just about seep out of every pore.

"Lex, what is it?"

"When you put me in the same room with other women, accomplishment wise, I do well enough. I can leap tall buildings in a single bound. I've been known to stop bullets from time to time. I have walked into veritable war zones…gone to places angels fear to tread….I've saved a few lives in my day. I don't need to read the book, I lived it.

But, when you take away all the things I've done, what's left? I'm nothing without my theme music and my cape. I'm not a real mother. Apparently, I'm not much as a real daughter or wife either….."

"How in the hell could you think that?"

"You can't be serious. My life is one big joke. I had people that I worked with everyday laughing at me behind my back, making bets about how long it would take a colleague to get into my bed. Just for fun sometimes, daddy would tie me down to the bed, while I was sleeping, and toss spiders or roaches onto me. I would wake up feeling the damned things crawling on me; he and his friends would be sitting there with beers in their hands laughing while I tried to get free and keep from screaming.

That's all I am…a game." She only shrugged her shoulders ever so slightly. If Hotch hadn't studied everything about her, he would have missed it. He noticed that although she had turned back towards him she never looked him in the eye.

Just like before, Hotch realized he would have to take matters into his own hands. He stepped closer to her; she had to have been deep in thought, she didn't even try to stop him. He placed both hands on either side of her face, leaned over to a point where he could easily reach her and kissed the hell out of her. And the kiss didn't start out at all gentle; Hotch was out to prove a point. If she wouldn't listen to the words that came out of his mouth, he had to find a different way to get his point across. At first, Alecta had brought her hands up with the intention of stopping this madness, but around about the time Hotch's tongue slid into her mouth all she managed to do was rest her hands on top of his where they were on either side of her face. 'This is different.' She thought quickly to herself.

It wasn't until Hotch was sure that he had her undivided attention that the kiss had softened up into something a bit…more. The first contact between their lips had been almost pushy. Hotch had to shut her up and short circuit that brain of hers from thinking these completely idiotic thoughts about how she was nowhere near good enough for a man like him….or for any man period. And Hotch being as astute as he is, figured there was only one way to do that…and grab the bull by the horns. After he was sure that particular mission was accomplished, he could then lighten up a bit, kiss her in the way that showed her that he really did love her and he was willing to put up with her foibles and whatever else she threw at him.

As he kissed her, he began turning the bus around, backing her up towards the bed. Once they were close enough he began to nudge her to get her to sit back on it….she wasn't cooperating at all….she had managed to nearly do a back bend, placing her hands down on the mattress, keeping her from making that final tumble….

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" she asked him quietly.

"Yes. I have to prove to you that every word I say is the truth, at least as far as you're concerned."

Her arms were getting tired. Aaron Hotchner was every bit of 6'2, at least. And he had to weigh, maybe about 160-165lbs, roughly…he was getting freaking heavy.

"You're sure? I mean….Am I….you really want….you want to do this….me?"

Hotch merely nodded, not taking his eyes off of hers, not even blinking.

"Well then…." Still bearing the weight on her arms, she wrapped her legs around his waist and used some unknown momentum to propel them onto the bed; but upon landing, Hotch realized he was on the mattress and she was sitting astride him with an impish grin on her face.

"If that's the case, you're about to learn why I was once called 'Show Stopper'. Care to make a tiny little wager?" She had leaned in close to him, those breasts that he couldn't wait to get his hands (among other things) on were yet again pressed against his chest, and she gave the naughtiest little wiggle of her hips, earning a deep gasp from Hotch.

"And what are we betting on?"

"You'll scream before I do." There was that mischievous wink. Oh dear, this was the living legend. This was the Alecta that had walked into some seedy little Russian beer dive, and scared three quarters of the men in the room. He hadn't forgotten that look. Hotch got the distinct impression that he was suddenly on the menu.

Knowing that whatever she was plotting in her devious little head….she had begun to remove his shirt for him…apparently he wasn't moving fast enough….

"What do I get if I win?"

"Who said you were winning?"

"But what if I do?"

"I really don't think you stand a chance…."

"Lexa? What do I get if I win?"

"All these questions….You're starting to sound like Reid."

"Don't mention other men's names when you're in bed on top of one."

"Reid."

"Lex…"

"Morgan…"

"Lex!"

"Ooh! Rossi…" This evil little harpy was giggling fully at this turn of events. Hotch smacked her on the left cheek soundly…

"Aw, then again, there may be hope of you winning after all."

"Alright, then…What do I get if I lose?"

"Same thing you get if you win."

"Which is?"

"God you're thick….ME." she had started untying the drawstring of his sweat pants, his shirt already being flung to Outer Mongolia.

Rolling them over until she was on the bottom, 'That won't be the last time you say that."

"What? Me?"

"You little shit." He ground against her, a wicked gleam in his own eye.

"Oh, yes, that. Well, is it time for show and tell or are we going to split hairs all day? I always suspected there was more to you than just a suit and tie."

"You have no idea."

"Uh, yeah I do. That thing ya just did…"

"That one,' he ground against her again.

"And you called me evil….' She had brought her knees up almost to her elbows, hooking her big toe around the waist band of his pants, she lowered her legs, taking the pants down as she went.

"Hey, wait a minute….How did I wind up in my birthday suit and you're still fully clothed?"

"Slow poke. I put the whammy on you. You were blinded."

"Uh huh." He leaned down and began kissing her again; he had to out maneuver her 'girls', they were cresting the top of her pajama top.

While they kissed some more he managed to help her wriggle out of her top. Seeing that she still wore a bra, even to bed, he gave her a funny look, "You didn't actually think these things controlled themselves, did you? Silly man."

He never said a word. He merely stared in fascination at the 'girls' that were encased in the shamrock green lacy bra. He must have stared a little too long, Alecta began getting nervous and began reaching for her pajama top which was still in his had to her right. She craned her neck around as she reached for it.

"This was a bad idea, we should be…"

"Hush.' Hotch tossed the pajama top away in the same general direction as his had flown in a few moments earlier. "You're not wearing red? And these are rather nice." He gestured to Alecta's breasts. "You just stumped me for a second, that's all."

"By the feel of things I have stumped you pretty damned hard." Alecta had reached down and wrapped her hand around him. Her hand didn't completely circle his shaft. "I was under the impression that green was your favorite color."

"You want to put that where?" she asked slightly exasperated when she realized just how well-endowed Hotch really was.

Hotch would have laughed if he could have; but at the moment, there was a tiny hand wrapped around his manly parts, and that was as serious as it got. He couldn't do anything more than allow another gasp to pass between them as he felt her hand on him. "If my aim is decent it should go right…about….there."

It was her turn to draw in a quick gasp. Hotch had lowered his hand below the waistband of her little track shorts that she had used as pajama bottoms, two fingers sliding inside of her just as a tease.

"Dirty pool, old man."

"That's the pot calling the kettle black. But, for now, you have to keep your hands up here,' Hotch told her, placing her hands up near her head. "You're still wearing too many clothes, and I don't need you trying to distract me while I fix the problem."

Alecta was never one to play fair, she didn't believe in the practice, especially not when it came down to getting her way. Playing fair was for sissies. Instead of keeping her hands where Hotch had asked her to, she managed to roll them back over so that she was back on top.

"Hello, Kettle." Alecta tugged her bottom lip between her teeth as she giggled. She began to lean over, her hair toppling past her shoulders and pooling on Hotch's chest.

"Why thank you Pot, you've made my job ever so much easier." Hotch managed to get her shorts off only to find she had a pair of boy cut undies on that matched the bra she wore, 'shamrock' green…lacy…Somehow, they were even sexier than thongs were on women. With a thong there wasn't a lot left to the imagination…..these seemed to highlight the fact that she had the best ass on her that Hotch had ever seen on a woman. Once the track shorts were off, Alecta suddenly jumped off the bed, and consequently, Hotch….he was left, sitting up, leaning back on his elbows.

"What are you up to?"

She was darting across the bedroom, her hair had floated down around her waist as she jumped off of him; he never got tired of watching her, she turned to the side slightly, 'I'll be right back, I promise…."

With that she turned back to her original plans, running through the room into the bathroom. Hotch wouldn't have been able to move from the bed if the Director of the FBI had personally called him into work. If the Director had the view that Hotch just had he wouldn't move a muscle either. Every curve on her body was on near perfect display in the little underwear set that she was wearing; and that color green against her pale skin and dark hair….and her lips had that color to them that still told the story of that kiss he had put on her. Hotch was pretty damned sure he was about to hit the lottery. Alecta's looks were hard to explain on a normal day. At first glance she came across as the girl next door; she was the girl that played on your neighborhood sandlot baseball team…the skinned knees and pigtails. On the other hand, she was exotic looking; her dark hair and eyes, such a marked contrast to her alabaster skin. Hotch could almost see the Eastern Bazars, smell the spices and hear the sounds of her beloved Istanbul or Marrakech. He'd made up his mind that he would make her take him one day.

He was thinking so much about it all that he didn't seem to notice when she came back from the bathroom until she vaulted back onto the bed, back straddling his hips as he still sat up….

"No thinking allowed in here Agent Hotchner….it's highly over rated."

"Hmmm."

"Now you have my undivided attention…."

Whatever else she was going to say was cut off; Hotch took her up on that offer of undivided attention. He gave her another one of those kisses. His tongue made its way into her mouth, as hers reciprocated. They kissed each other until they had no choice but to break for air. Instead of stopping though, Hotch merely made his way down the column of her throat. He took his own sweet time; her throat, like the rest of her was short, but it lead to her delicate collar bone, which lead to those narrow shoulders that had carried so much weight over the years without giving out.

As he kissed his way closer to her cleavage, he wrapped his arms around her holding her to him tightly as he buried his face between her breasts. She ran her hands through his hair, making even his scalp tingle before running her hands down as much of his back as she could reach. While his hands were running down her back he managed to finagle the clasp of her bra loose.

As he worked the straps of said bra down her shoulders, he felt her tense up a bit, 'What's going through that head of yours?"

"It's nothing…nothing at all."

He looked up from sucking on her collar bone, close to where it lead down to those fabulous breasts of hers, 'You're lying to a master profiler…" Hotch looked into her eyes for just a second and could still see some worry and indecision in them…and fear, he still saw fear in them.

What was she afraid of?

Shrugging, 'Look at me being so ridiculous. You're butt-ass naked, and I'm well on my way….as you were." Alecta offered what she hoped was a convincing smirk

Hotch never let her bra slide down any further, 'What are you scared of?"

"I'm just being a total dork. It's nothing, it's stupid really." When she realized he wasn't likely to give up his line of questioning, she leaned in, kissing him in the forceful way he had done her earlier to get her back on track…she lowered the bra the rest of the way for him, since he was being so stubborn…She knew what would make him shut up; while she kissed him, she grabbed for his hands and put them upon her own breasts. There wasn't a man alive that could say no to that; that's what God put them there for, to give a woman yet one more way to win an argument. And it seemed as though she was suddenly the front runner in this little discussion.

Once Hotch realized he would not get her to talk about anything in this current scenario, he gave in; he'd be a fool to turn her away now. And his momma had been a lot of things to a lot of people, she had raised two sons….she however, never once, raised a fool.

Since his hands had been so conveniently placed, he began rubbing her nipples, then pinching them slightly….he figured she must have liked it when she tackled him back to the bed, holding his hands back up beside his head and kissing him hard again all while she ground her hips against his.

"We're gonna be at this all day at this rate…."

"Now see, that's your problem."

"Do tell."

Hotch had managed to, quite easily, remove his wrists from Alecta's grasp; just like when she had her hand wrapped around his cock, her hands didn't make it quite all the way around his wrists either. 'Oh, I'm going to have fun with her', Hotch thought to himself.

"You're so used to things happening so fast…..Your relationship with Yuri. You said it yourself that pretty much everything about that relationship seemed to happen quickly. You met, within months you were planning to get married, and having kids…it took nearly no time at all as far as relationships go. And not to mention your attitude during a case, whether it is FBI or one of your own cases….

You need to learn to slow down a little bit and enjoy yourself. Like….this…"

As he finished his sentence, Hotch had slipped his tongue into her mouth, kissing her deeply, distracting her. She didn't even realize what had happened until he had rolled her over onto her back and she heard the click of the handcuffs.

"No! Lemme go. Please, lemme go." She began to struggle against the cuffs. At first Hotch was nonchalant about it all.

"You have to learn to take your time….take things a little slower…"

"Please, lemme go. I'll do whatever you want, just lemme go!"

Hotch took a closer look, she was pulling so hard against the cuffs; she had managed to sit up a bit and was now yanking in earnest to get loose…

"I swear, I….lemme go!"

He could see that there were red marks already forming on her small wrists. Quickly he got his hands on the key to the cuffs, and un-cuffed her; tears were forming in her eyes and then sliding down her face as fast as he'd ever seen.

After being un-cuffed, Alecta launched herself at Hotch and wrapped her arms around him burying her face into his bare chest.

"I promise….I-I-I promise…just don…"

"I won't do it again." He could hear her sniffle, 'I promise I'll never do it again; I'm going to lock them in the safe over here." Hotch managed to unwrap himself from her and made his way over to his small personal safe and placed his cuffs and the key to them in the safe along with his sidearm.

He looked back at the bed, and she was sitting there, her hair in a bit of disarray, her arms crossed over what nudity he had already uncovered. She was in the process of calming down, but he could still see some tears that were streaming down her face. With only minimal light in the room, coming from a dim nightlight that he kept on in his master bathroom, she was still the most gorgeous thing he'd ever seen…and then he thought about the red rings around her wrists that he had inadvertently caused.

Hotch made his way back over to the bed in a quick few steps; sitting back up on the bed, he pulled Alecta to him and held her close, he kissed both of her wrists….

"I wasn't even thinking about how that would upset you. If you want to stop, I couldn't blame you…"

"Never said we have to stop….just not…."

"It'll never happen again."

"Okay then….I get to do this." Her recovery time was insane. She had flipped Hotch back over on his back again, 'Whoa! I guess it's a good thing you have a huge bed, we would be in the floor by now otherwise,' Alecta commented as they came to a sudden stop, almost on the very edge of the bed; Hotch had to grab her to keep her from toppling over. He really couldn't help but chuckle a bit at her. She was such an imp.

All laughing stopped on a dime when he felt her making her way down his body, ever so much closer to his cock.

"You don't have to do this, you know that right?"

"Scared you're gonna lose the bet boss man?' Alecta had never had a more mischievous look on her face since he'd met her….she had one hand around him, partially around him….and her lips were getting closer as the seconds ticked by.

"I was merely….Holy…" Hotch was rendered speechless. There were times in life he came across as a man of few words, because he'd rather let his actions speak for him, or he was trying to think clearly to get himself and his team out of a tight spot. This was not one of those times.

Alecta had wrapped her lips around just the head, having used the tip of her tongue to lick around the divot on the very tip….she was still in her underwear, she had just the tip of his cock in her mouth, but she was already proving that in all likelihood, Hotch would not be winning this particular round.

He was doing his best to keep his responses moderate. He didn't want to make it so easy for her to win; but when she sucked extra hard, his back damn near bowed off of the bed. He let out a deep groan of 'Son of a Bitch', before he landed back on the bed again.

"And just think,' she said releasing the head of his cock from her mouth, 'I've barely even started. What will you do when I really get warmed up?"

"Die of a massive stroke."

"Good thing I got pointers from ol' Reid on stuff like CPR."

"What did I tell you about mentioning other men in the bed with me…."

"And you think I don't know a trick that could take care of your deflated 'ego'?"

"I'm sure that you do."

"For doubting me….Morgan, Rossi, Will….ummm."

Hotch sat up quickly, 'What did I tell you would happen?"

"Prove it."

Soon enough Alecta heard a SMACK! Hotch had spanked her ass, only the one time….he didn't want a repeat of the earlier fiasco with the handcuffs.

"That tickled." Alecta looked up at Hotch's face from her position down near his cock, her left eyebrow arched, a devilish gleam in her eye. Whatever rebuttal Hotch had planned was erased when she went back down on him….all the way….still sucking as she went.

He couldn't form a word either verbally or mentally; it's not like much could be said anyway….what does a man say to something like that except, 'Thank You God'?

It only took a matter of minutes before Alecta had pushed Hotch entirely too close to the edge. Although he was impressed, he didn't want things to be over quite yet. And besides, he didn't want the first time they were together to be the time that he….not this time….

He sat up, grabbing for her, 'Not this way…."

"But, I was…." Alecta saw the look that Hotch gave her; it shut her up pretty quickly. She seemed to understand by the look in his eye what he meant. She only nodded. As she allowed him to hoist her up she tucked her feet up close to her body to keep them from flailing around, like she had the other night when they went to bed in the first place. Hotch lifted her up and set her back down farther up on the bed closer to him, laying her back against the pillow.

He settled himself down, the lower half of his body resting between her legs, 'You're still wearing too many clothes."

"Well, ya know, when you start getting old, things slow down."

Using his right hand Hotch grabbed at her left side, causing her to erupt in laughter, 'You little devil."

She couldn't stop laughing long enough to form a complete sentence; tears started streaming down her face for laughing so hard, 'You gotta stop. I'm ticklish. Stop it."

"Never."

"Uncle." Hotch leaned up to kiss her as he stopped tickling her; at the same time he managed to ditch her last bit of underwear. The next thing that Alecta had noticed was when two of his fingers entered her as he kept kissing her. He kept this little game up until she came hard, although she managed not to scream first…she made do with just letting out the dirtiest little moan against his ear as she did, biting his earlobe slightly. Alecta biting his earlobe caused him to shudder. 'What a harpy.' Hotch thought to himself, not for the first time today.

Before Alecta had been able to fully come down from that first orgasm, Hotch had already maneuvered around to the point that her legs were over his shoulders. He waited for eyes to focus, chuckling smugly for a moment before she was able to realize it. He'd spent weeks tripping over furniture and the floor because of her; it was about time that she got a dose of her own medicine.

Once she had managed to focus again, he heard her quietly ask him, 'What are you….? Oh."

She suddenly tried to wriggle away from him, backing up against the headboard as she went.

Hotch saw that her eyes were wide with curiosity and weariness, 'You've never had anyone that…?"

Before he even finished his question, Alecta was shaking her head 'No'.

"I promise you, you're going to like it." Alecta was watching him to see what he would do next. He knew what she expected him to do….He knew what she was waiting for to have happen; she had been trapped with Fletcher for years, she was conditioned to his ways.

"I swear you'll like it. You did it for me, and it was very nearly too damn good, I thought I'd return the favor; but it doesn't have to happen if you don't want it to." Hotch sat stock still on his knees in front of her, he didn't want her to think he'd go back on his word and trick her. Alecta had managed to grab the sheet and had pulled it over herself a bit to cover some of her nudity, still not altogether comfortable with him seeing every glaring detail of her body.

Hotch could see the wheels in her head turning. If I say 'No' will he really let it go? He could tell that she was trying to figure out if he really meant it or if she was going to have to brace herself when he got angry because she pushed him away.

Alecta must've decided to trust him because she nodded at him that it was Ok to continue. Hotch grabbed her by the ankle that had been poking out from under the sheet and pulled her back down to where she had been to begin with.

As he wrapped her legs back over his shoulders, 'Even though I'm sure you'll like it, if you want to stop, all you have to do is say so."

He didn't want to make a big deal out of it at that moment and make her uncomfortable in the long run, but the fact that she had trusted him enough after everything she had gone through meant the absolute world to him….he would do whatever was in his power to make sure she knew that.

The weird thing about this was, when Hotch had been married to Hayley and even when he had dated Beth, oral sex wasn't really looked at as a big deal….either it happened or didn't; between the three of them neither one hated it, there was a sort of ambivalence towards it. Some nights it was done, some nights not. But knowing Alecta the way he knew her, knowing how much crap life had thrown at her, and she was still around kicking and screaming….and that she had trusted him this far…this time, it…oral, was a huge deal.

He had known that Hayley and Beth trusted him, and that sex with either one of them was just the way to wind up a typical day, it was a means to an ends sometimes. But Alecta….she had every reason in the world to NOT trust him, or to even become a hermit. But yet, here she was, naked as a jay bird, under him….how could this not be a huge deal?

That day, back when they were walking down that lane at the Eason's…when he had kissed her…she had run away from him. But he had seen the look in her eyes. It was a tormented sort of look…the kind of look that told him that she really wanted to believe him, but she was terrified that if she did, that he would turn on her like everyone else seems to over time…..not that he would ever, but he understood where these feelings may have come from.

Hotch had wrapped her legs over his shoulders, and then wrapped his arms around them, using his hands to make sure her legs staid open. He looked up at her one last time….she was actually behaving herself, for the moment. She was doing as she promised….she hadn't tried to take over again or to stop him. Hotch could only chuckle to himself and shake his head as he dove in. He knew he should take things slow….he knew that. But, this was Alecta. She wasn't a 'slow' kind of girl. She was the kind of woman that liked immediate results; if she worked hard or played hard she expected pay off on a dime. She was not a patient person. If anything she was usually the complete opposite of patient. Hotch knew he had wanted things to be absolutely perfect for her, he really did; but he also knew that with some of her hesitations, he had to put her at ease as soon as he could. This was one case where, if he played his cards right, he would have other opportunities to do this again, and that would give him the time he needed to improve his performances. And, besides, he had a bet to win; he wasn't usually a gambling man, but when Alecta was on offer all bets were off. He only toyed with her for a few moments, just lulling her into a false sense of calm-ish. Once he had her where he wanted her, which by the way, was better than….hehehe, Hotch went for the 'kill' shot. After having worried her clit for several minutes, trying to see how far she would let him push her, he sucked on it hard. Her back arched off of the bed, nearly in another back bend and she would have unseated him from his position if he had not anchored himself to her by wrapping his arms and hands around her thighs. It was at that instant that she came without an ounce of warning, although, Hotch wasn't sure he could have planned it better.

After making sure that none of the effort had been wasted, Hotch moved back up her body, settling between her legs and resting his weight against her body. He could feel her heart hammering in her chest, but he didn't bring it up; judging by the look on her face, she knew that he knew.

"If you were scared you should of…."

"But you said to trust you, so I did." Alecta shrugged as if it was no big thing to admit it. "Besides, it wasn't all bad." She winked at him impishly.

"Oh, you…" Hotch kissed her then as deeply as before, reaching into his bedside drawer and rummaging without looking for the much needed condom. She was already pregnant, so that wasn't a worry; but at least for their first time, before they've had any chance to discuss things properly, he felt as if it was the thing to do…he had to take care of her whatever the situation. He'd promised her that since day one.

Alecta had been so busy with the kissing that she hadn't even given a thought to what he'd been doing until after he began to enter her. Hotch felt her tense up on him, he had surprised her.

Rolling them over carefully, to the point that she was on top, 'Relax, it's just me. I don't have to go an inch further until you are ready."

Alecta suddenly didn't like very much being on top like this, with him watching her, waiting for a reaction…..she felt too exposed. It was still early afternoon outside, and it was light in the room…he was going to see every scar, every little whatever it was that she usually kept hidden. She pressed herself closer to him, trying to avoid this particular scenario. She knew that, no matter what he said, he'd see her looking a little too much like Frankenstein's monster and boot her out of the bed and send her on her way…she just knew it. Words that Fletcher had said to her before kept playing on loop in her head….He had told her before that if he had known before what he was getting himself into, people would have had to pay him to sleep with her. He always made sure she knew how absolutely worthless she was to him in whatever form or fashion…it didn't have to be about sex. It could be her worth to him just as a fellow human being. When they had worked together as detectives, and used to get partnered on cases, he couldn't wait to get back to the car after questioning witnesses or suspects….even if she had done a good job and asked stellar questions, he couldn't wait to run her back down into the ground the first chance he got.

Profiler that he was, Hotch had some concept of what was running through her mind, especially after she lowered her body back down onto his and tried to act like nothing was out of the ordinary.

Setting her back up, 'I put you up there because I didn't think that you were comfortable on the bottom right now. Besides, I wanted to see you."

Alecta had been looking anywhere but at him until he said that; when he made that statement her eyes locked on his and she quietly, with her voice shaky with uncertainty asked, 'Why?" Two silent tears streaked down her cheeks.

Hotch made a mental note to dig Fletcher and Jake up and make them pay all over again; he was pretty sure he could get away with it with Rossi's help.

"Why not?" was the question he posed to her. 'If you want to stop…."

Alecta shook her head vigorously, 'No. we don't have to." But, he watched her glance towards the sheet though; it was as if he so much as blinked she'd yank it up to cover herself up.

"Don't even think about it,' he grabbed both her wrists, he saw her eyes fill further with worry. He didn't want to make this more awkward for her than it had to be, 'Alright, this time we play it your way….next time, I make no promises though."

"Ok,' she whispered quietly, nodding. Rolling her under him, he finally entered her, slowly, if for no other reason than to remind her of who she was with and how much she was wanted, every inch of the way. He couldn't help the smug expression that passed his face as he saw the look in her eyes. His thoughts ran back to when she asked him, 'You wanna put that where?' He nearly laughed out loud at the memory; the only thing that kept her from it was the fact that this would have been the worst moment to do so EVER. He leaned over to start another one of those kisses, he was going to have to nickname her Cocaine. It was just now as he was kissing her that he realized just how much he watched her lips when she talked….couldn't take his eyes off of them.

As they continued on, Hotch wrapped her legs over his shoulder, which sent him deeper inside of her; she lifted her hips to meet his. He kept thinking about the few times that he had seen her outside of work, when they would all go to the bar after hours to unwind…she could usually be found out on the dance floor, right down beside Morgan, nearly putting him to shame. Anybody on the outside would have thought they were a couple….they could hardly be blamed, that was the vibe that they gave off. Then there were the times that she could be found chilling over by the DJ's booth, jamming with one of the man's headsets on.

One of his favorite pictures of her so far was one that JJ had taken with her camera phone and sent to him….Alecta had been jamming at the DJ booth…her hair was straightened out that night, she said she was in the mood for a little change. She had been wearing one of her usual beaters…it said I LOVE BRITISH ROCKSTARS on the front….only instead of the word British, it had the Union Jack and it was emphasized with sequins…over this she had one of those shells that had a larger than usual neckline that caused it to cling to one shoulder while it draped off of the other one and it was sort of baggy or lose fitting, making her appear even more waifish that she was already. The 'beater' she was wearing was white, with the design on the front…the shell was actually a 'patriot' shade of blue to match the blue in the flag. She had on a pair of vinyl pants that could have been painted on; on her feet were her high end 'shit kickers' as she dubbed them. The DJ was playing some Godsmack, Alecta had the headphones on, her hands holding them even closer to her ears, just rocking out….part of her hair had draped over the right side of her face, covering her eye, and continuing to fall to her waist. JJ had gotten causing her to have an arched brow expression to her face….with the shadows cast by the lights and the way that Hotch felt about her in the first place….it was a damn hot picture actually…not too shabby for a quick shot with a camera phone. And JJ had seen the way that Hotch was always watching Alecta, she sent it to his phone out of the kindness of her heart.

Nobody knew this, but that picture was currently the background of his personal laptop at home and of his two cell phones, both the government-issue and his personal. He just had to hope nobody found out before he and Alecta had a chance to figure out what was really going on between them.

As he continued to bury into her, he couldn't help but have an odd feeling wash through him…it was almost like when he married Hayley. They had dated during some of high school and college, but it was such a strange feeling to be standing there on his wedding day and realize he was marrying the same woman. He didn't think that he deserved somebody as great as Hayley…he wasn't sure why, he just wasn't sure that he did. And this was the exact same feeling. He had watched Alecta for weeks now. He had watched her burrow into the team and become close with all of the members. He had watched her so much that he was starting to lose his motor functions apparently….

On that thought he put a little more force into the movement of entering her, while he took her left nipple into his mouth…she let out a small whimper of pleasure. Lifting his head, he smirked at her; she was out to win this bet with him, rip shit or bust.

He sat back on the bed, pulling her with him, he was in the sitting position pulling her into his lap, her legs had still been over his shoulders; apparently what had been said about her flexibility was no joke, but of course this position sent her even deeper onto him.

That got a nice gasp out of her as she looked back into his eyes, 'You evil little man."

"I don't know about little…."

"You ass." Even with her legs up against his shoulders, she was able to lean closer to him and kiss him deeply, running her hands through his dark hair, ruffling it; as she did so, he wrapped his arms around her keeping her close to him that way. He used the grip he had on her to raise and lower on his dick. It seemed as though this was a really good position, he was able to go as deep as he dared, and he got a quite a few loud moans and gasps from her this way.

Hotch wrapped her in his arms tighter, kissing up her neck heading towards her ear…she flinched a little bit…he pulled back.

"Sorry, ticklish." She would have shrugged her shoulders if she would have been able to.

Hotch rested his forehead against hers grinning; he repeated the process, causing her to giggle from the tickle of it this time. Nibbling on her left earlobe, 'I want you on your knees…I mean, if you…."

Without a word, Alecta fell backwards, which flipped her over, landing her on her knees, 'You mean like this?" she laid her weight on her elbows, which was foresight on her part…she turned her head to the side and was smirking up at him, the dimple in her left cheek showing, winking at him.

Yep, I am going to have so much fun with her. Hotch shook his head as he came closer to her. He entered her from this angle, leaning into her, nibbling by her ear again. Now that he knew she was so ticklish…he just couldn't help it.

Alecta wanted to be mad, but she couldn't stop giggling….until he was all the way in….

"Damn….were you holding out before."

"I told you there was nothing little here."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah…I heard ya the first time. If you have to brag, it's not usually worth a shhh. Shit!"

He must have hit just the right angle…she stopped in mid-sentence. He reached down, his arms going under hers, his hands wrapping around her shoulders from that angle, pulling her even deeper.

"Now you're just showing off…."

"Maybe a little,' he pulled her up, her back to his chest, and this caused her to go back down deep onto him. Whispering gruffly into her ear, 'Tell me how close you are."

"If I was any closer, we'd be finished. You?"

He groaned into her ear, kissing down to her collar bone, causing a giggle to erupt yet again….that was a sound he'd never tire of…after everything she had been through these last few weeks, he was going to do whatever it took to keep her happy. The giggles stopped when he bit down lightly and sucked on her collar bone.

"Ow. Really. You're gonna leave a mark." That's when she made up her mind….she did this thing with her hips. Suddenly, Hotch came harder than he had in his life….with a scream at that.

There was no mistaking the mistaking the sound of the satisfied laughter that came from Alecta as she fell forward into the pillows, Hotch toppling down on top of her, still inside of her.

"Anti-up. I win."

"So you did….so you did." Hotch chuckled. Looking down, he saw that her eyes were closed and that she was already fully asleep. He laid down, half on her half on the bed so he wouldn't crush her.

By the time Hotch woke up four hours later, Alecta was still sleeping. He smiled, rose from the bed, grabbed some jogging pants and made his way into the living room to grab his cell phone.

Flipping through the phone book, Hotch found the number he was looking for. He dialed the number, waited for the voice on the other end, 'Dr. Hagler's office. How may we help you?"

"I need to make an appointment for a friend of mine. She's a recent transplant around here, and she doesn't have a regular physician at this time, but we due to some unfortunate circumstances we were made aware that she's expecting. She needs to have an appointment to see how far along she is and what the current health of the baby is."

"What is the lady's name?"

"Alecta Davis."

"Alright, the doctor happens to have an opening for tomorrow around 3pm. It just so happens there was a cancelation. Will 3pm be alright for your friend?"

"It should be fine, yes. And, really, the sooner the better. She's been under a great deal of stress lately, and our jobs are dangerous. I just want her to be able to know if her baby is alright."

"Well, we shall see you tomorrow at 3 then."

"Thank you very much."

Hotch hung up the phone, feeling a lot better. Hopefully, she wouldn't think he'd over stepped any kind of line though. He walked back to the kitchen to make Alecta something to eat. He knew she liked tomato soup and rice, at least he'd seen her eat it a few times, that along with a toasted pimento cheese sandwich. And besides, this would be pretty quick; he wasn't sure she would wake up before he went to get her, but in case she did, she wouldn't have to wait forever for something to eat…when she was ravenously hungry, she was not the most patient person, never mind the fact that she was eating for two. She might be completely unbearable.

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Across town, JJ and Will were out in their front yard, playing a friendly little game of kick-ball with Jack and Henry. Across the street, and about 3 doors down, there was a man sitting in a faded blue car, late 90's model….he was pretending to look at a map…the engine was idling, as if to give the impression that he wouldn't be there long. In the seat beside of him, there was a camera with a long range zoom lens; it was digital, so it had a viewing screen. He picked it up and checked the last few shots he had taken to see if they suited him. In the pictures Jack and Henry were cheering over the fact that they had scored against the grown-ups or laughing over something silly that Will had done to be goofy. After checking to see the quality of the shots, the man took one last look at the boys from his car before pulling off. He would take a few more days before making his move.

Post AN: Alrighty, so that was chpt. 17; first time trying to make a true M rating…let's see if this sucker gets pulled for being too explicit….it shouldn't I've read some that had more detail, or better details, than that…but it's not up to me. Hopefully I haven't crossed a line with anyone. If it totally sucked out loud let me know…or if it wasn't that bad, let me know that, too. Will be getting into who this new bad guy is a little bit later, perhaps next chapter, we shall see.