We worked three weeks and two cases without JJ while she was having time off with her boys: an at-home honeymoon.

Hotch has insisted that he and Jack stay at my place tonight. It was my birthday tomorrow so I knew that his persistence had to do with that. I ordered Thai food for dinner and I let Jack pick a movie.
We watched Shrek while we ate, and then I lay cuddled up to Hotch and Jack lay on the ground with a blanket.

"Any requests for tomorrow?" He asked me quietly.

"Yeah, actually. I request that we do not acknowledge that it is my birthday and treat it like any other plain Saturday."

"I'm sorry, but Jack has already planned most of the day," I could hear the smile in his voice, "However, I have planned the night." He let his hand graze over my breast. I smiled and bit my lip. It was obvious what that meant.

After the movie, he got Jack ready for bed and then read him a story in the spare room. I cleaned up what was left from dinner and put Jack's toys back in the box he brought them in.
I made sure the front door and the balcony doors were both locked, checked the windows, and then set the alarm.

I was in the shower when I heard the bathroom door open. He stepped in with me and had me pinned against the tile wall immediately. I gasped slightly in surprise, but then his lips were on mine before any other reaction happened. With my hands pinned above my head and his erection pressed into my thigh, I handed myself over to him completely.
He ended the kiss and let me go, and I whined. "What are you doing?"

"Just giving you a hint of what tomorrow night will involve."

"What, so you've planned sex tomorrow night and that means we can't have it tonight, too?"

"Of course we can."

"Well then what are you waiting for? Lift me up and fuck me against this wall."

"Emily." He scolded lightly. He hated when I spoke about sex like that. It always had to be special and pure, even when he incorporated the rougher style of things. He grabbed my shampoo and squeezed some into his hand. With his other hand he turned me around and he massaged it into my hair.
After he washed and conditioned my hair slowly, he turned the water off and handed me a towel. I dried myself off and then went back to my room to grab some underwear. He came up behind me and circled his hands around my waist. His hand moved upwards slowly and took the knot out of my towel. It dropped to the ground at my feet and he nuzzled into my neck, "You are so beautiful. So perfect."

"Mmm, keep talking." I smirked at him in the mirror. He chuckled lightly against my neck before he latched onto my skin, sucking and kissing. I kept my eyes above my chest; I didn't want to see that scar on my abdomen.
He had me on the bed quickly and rested his head between my legs, making magic with his tongue. After two orgasms, he hovered over me and positioned himself. "Stop." I said quickly.

He immediately sat up, "What's wrong?"

"Condom." I looked at him. He dropped his head to my chest with a sigh. I realised then how much he hated using condoms. He wanted to feel me completely with no barrier but was obviously following my request to use one. I bit my lip as I watched him get one out from the nightstand drawer. I hadn't noticed before that we weren't in agreement that they were necessary.
I felt my arousal waning, thinking about all of this. When he had it on and returned to rest above me, he inserted a finger into me first, only to find that I wasn't quite ready anymore. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, sweetheart," He sat back, "Are you okay?"

I nodded, "I just…I just realised that you don't agree that we need to use condoms, and you're just doing it because I think it's necessary. You hate them. They ruin this for you."

"No, Emily, they don't. Does it feel a little different? Yes. But it still feels good. Why are there tears in your eyes?"

"Because I can't."

"You can't…what?"

"I can't have sex without one."

"I am not asking you to." He shook his head.

"This isn't enough for you." I said matter-of-factly, pulling myself up and going to the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I let the tears fall down my cheeks now and tied my bathrobe around me before sitting against the door.

He tried to get me to open the door for about five minutes before giving up. Twenty minutes passed before I cleaned myself up and went back to the bedroom. The lamp was on; he was in bed, staring at the ceiling. When I closed the bathroom door behind me, he met my eyes. I looked down as I went to my dresser and slipped on some underwear and a silk negligee.
I made my way over and sat on my side of the bed, sliding under the covers slowly.

"Do you want to talk about—"

"No." I cut him off. I made a move to lay down but stopped when he cleared his throat, clearly trying to get my attention. I looked at him and he was laying with his arm out, waiting for me to cuddle up to him like I usually lay before we went to sleep. I gave him a small smile and lay against his chest. I felt him kiss my hair. "I'm sorry."

"Shh. We'll talk about it tomorrow. I love you."

"I love you too." I closed my eyes and relaxed into him.

I woke up around seven-thirty to Jack yelling out "happy birthday!". I was met with bacon, pancakes, and scrambled eggs in bed. The three of us ate while Jack told us about how excited he was for the day.

After breakfast, Jack told me to get ready. I showered and dressed, applied my makeup, and did my hair.
Hotch drove us about half an hour away, to a family fair just past Springfield.
We followed Jack around as he demanded to go on rides, usually insisting I go on with him because "it's your birthday, Emmy". We had a ball in the petting zoo, and I spent the majority of the time sitting and petting a goat that stayed by my side, loving the calm attention.

Just after noon, Hotch announced that it was time to go or we'd be late to our next stop. Jack whined but stopped quickly when Hotch reminded him whose birthday it was.
We went back to DC and into a restaurant parking lot. I saw Morgan, Rossi, and Will's cars. I sighed and got out of the car. Jack jumped out excited and went to run off towards the restaurant. I caught his arm to stop him and he looked up at me. "You're in a parking lot, Jack. You need to hold daddy's hand or you might get hurt by a car."
He apologised and held my hand on one side and Hotch's on the other.

We made our way to the table the team were seated at. They all smiled at me, and JJ and Garcia got up to hug me tightly.
There was a lot of light conversation and laughter throughout our lunch. I smiled at Hotch beside me. "I know that I say I hate my birthday but thank you for doing this. It's been a really great day."

"Your day is not over yet." He placed a chaste kiss on my lips. I smiled at him, but I was nervous. I knew what he had planned for tonight, but I also knew that we would have to have a serious conversation before said plans, due to last night.
I didn't want to talk about it, but I knew he wouldn't touch me again until we did.

After we all finished eating and our plates were cleared, three gift boxes were set in front of me. One was a long jewellery box that Hotch had clearly been hiding from me all morning, and the other two were quite large, set down my JJ and Garcia.
"All of the guys put in a little money with us, and JJ and I went shopping and got you these."

"None of you needed to do that…" I looked around at them, "But thank you."
I opened the largest box first, which contained a gorgeous floral satin robe. It looked expensive. Jack reached over to feel the soft fabric. He smiled at me and sat back properly. The second box, I closed quickly as soon as I saw what was inside.
"Why would you let me open that in public!?" I looked between JJ and Garcia with a shocked face.

"What is it?" Reid asked.

"It's a…" Garcia paused and glanced at Jack, and then Henry, "…personal toy." A few moments past before Reid finally understood what she meant. He blushed red. Morgan laughed, and Rossi just shook his head at her.

I opened the jewellery box to find a beautiful trio diamond necklace. It was subtle, simple, and very expensive. I held back my emotional reaction and smiled. I closed the box and kissed Hotch gently, "Thank you. And thank all of you."

About twenty minutes later, we all headed out to go home.
As soon as we were in the car, I opened the jewellery box and looked at it again. Hotch got into the driver's seat, "You like it?"

"I didn't want to do this in there because they had just given me gifts too, but this is the most beautiful necklace I have ever seen. I love it, so much. Thank you, Aaron." I had tears in my eyes again. I love this man with my entire heart. He smiled at me and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. When he went to pull away, I put my hand at the back of his head to hold him there and kissed him back, a little deeper than he had.

"Gross!" Jack exclaimed after watching us kiss for a few seconds. I laughed as I pulled back and smiled apologetically at Hotch. I hadn't meant to kiss him so seriously in front of his son.

It was a little past three when we got back to my apartment. Jack said he was hungry despite having lunch an hour ago. I gave him the choice of an apple or a banana, and then he took both. He turned the TV on and sat on my couch with his fruit. I put my gun back into the safe upstairs and jumped slightly when I turned to see Hotch behind me. I was wearing the necklace now, and he touched it lightly with his finger before he kissed me, slow and passionate. He rested his forehead against mine and whispered against my lips, "We need to talk."

I sighed and walked away from him. I went to the dresser to grab the box containing the sex toy and put it up the top of my closet. "After Jack goes to bed tonight?"

"Jess is picking him up at four."

"Oh…okay." I didn't realise we would be alone tonight without Jack down the hall. What exactly had he planned that meant Jack couldn't be here? We had sex with him under the same roof all the time.

"So, we can talk after he goes, and before dinner. I was thinking of ordering Chinese. Is that okay?

I thought for a second, "Yeah."

"Okay," He approached and kissed me again, "I'm going to go back down to him. Are you coming?"

"In a minute." I smiled.

We had packed Jack's things up and kissed him goodbye when Jess arrived. She wished me a happy birthday, and then Jack pointed out my necklace that he and his dad got me. She said it was beautiful and she smiled genuinely at Hotch. At least she didn't seem to resent him for Haley's death. I knew her dad did.
She didn't seem to mind my position in Jack's life either, thankfully.

When they left, I went to the kitchen and got two wine glasses out. I poured them out and stood at the counter island, and Hotch sat down on a stool on the other side. "So last night…"

"I'm sorry," I shook my head, "It just threw me off when I realised that you were only wearing condoms for me, and not for your own piece of mind, too. Why can you get over that fear, but I can't?"

"It's going to take time, Emily. We both know that you took the hit harder than I did about that baby. I am comfortable without them because I know you're on the pill." He sipped his wine. I just nodded. "Now, I need you to know that with or without a condom, you are enough for me."

I closed my eyes, "I was just being silly and insecure."

"So you know that I am happy with our sex life, and I am happy to use a condom?"

I bit my lip and nodded, although I was lying. He wasn't happy to use condoms; he had to use them in order to get sex. It wasn't a choice for him. I could tell that he knew i was lying, but he didn't bring it up.

He ordered dinner. The Chinese was delivered and we watched a movie whilst we ate. We got in my spa for a little while afterwards, and only got out once our make out session began to get out of hand.
He lay me on the bed and assaulted my neck with kisses and bites.
He asked permission before cuffing me to the bedposts. He put one of his ties over my eyes, and then he seemed to disappear. I heard his footsteps on the staircase and I was unsure on what was happening.
A couple of minutes later, he was back, and I heard something like a glass be placed on the nightstand. I sensed him near me again, and then sighed when he began rubbing my feet.
Slowly, he massaged his way up my calves to my thighs, then to my hips and up my sides. He skimmed over the sides of my breasts, and then he was kissing me. He was tweaking both of my nipples softly between his fingers. There was a brief pause, and then I gasped as he simultaneously sucked at my pulse point and ran something cold around my nipple. The cold sting was more arousing that I expected.

Ice. It was an ice cube.

He moved down and removed the ice, and then he sucked my nipple into his mouth. A few seconds later, the ice was back. I moaned loudly, "God, Aaron."

"Does it feel good?" He whispered against my ear.

I lifted my hips to grind up into his obvious arousal, "Yes."

The ice was removed from my nipple, and then I found it against my lips as he kissed me. He held it between his lips and trailed it down my body tortuously slow, from my neck to the hollow of my collarbones, down my cleavage, my abdomen, circled around my naval, and then to my pelvic bone.
When his tongue met my clit, it was cold. The ice cube was in his mouth now, creating a cold sensation everywhere he licked.

I had never tried temperature play before, but I loved it.