So argentinian here and i still don't know if it's "safe" because these last few weeks the vicious hate and harassment we are receiving in any single social media app is enough to make us go into a bubble and yet people still go out of their ways to spew hate even after we lost. Let me be clear, i am aware that as a nation we have a racism problem and that we have a bad reputation that my compatriots made possible to have, however we do feel like double standards run rampant and that people definitely went on a train hate this wc, we still don't know if it was organic or if it was a paid campaign but it was very effective because this shit went beyond football corners and had consequences in real life. Spain is as racist as us, in fact sometimes can even ne more and yet they haven't received any hate this WC, and could keep going with other NT's examples but that is not the point. We could understand other latinos resentment towards us yet we can't excuse their hipocrisy acting like their own countries haven't got their own racism problems but what we could not excuse was seeing either european or other western rich countries, that by default have a better living standard than us and money to spend in football, because let me be clear here, in Latam football is still very much a poor and working class people game and our footballer players, with the exception of the nepo babies, came from nothing and had to fight to be there, that is a thing rich countries don't understand, being poor in the global south is not the samecas being poor in a rich country, you would still be having better opportunities and benefits while here you just don't. But people somehow found it very funny to be making fun of our economic crisis and that we are all starving. The hate against a whole nation that 90% of people didn't know existed until this WC needs to be studied. The problem is people see this like a tv series or something, they need to have a villain, last WC everyone loved us despite the team being basically the same but now we were somehow the worst scum on earth. The players in our NT are just like any NT, some are stupid, some are good guys, some are on and off... just like everywhere. Fuck the fact all of the team made a huge public statement for the Malvinas (including Messi! Who is such a tibio that nobody knows where his political allegiance lies since he has met with both left and right politicians) and that in turn angered Milei meant so much, and then know all of the team declined to meet with him after coming back to Argentina and yet all of these guys were patched with the "racist right wingers" moniker. It's also so hypocrital seeing so many calling us out for Milei election when we were precisely the last Latam country to elect a right winger (excluding Venezuela for obvious reasons), we were the last socialism country standing for decades and everything got destroyed and we were fucked. We and this team were called every name and slur under the book and somehow everyone thought it was okay, replace "argentinian" with any other country and you guys would see how fucked up would nd how the backlash would go.
This was a lot to read but Iโll add to ur point with how I found it really odd that so many latinas were wearing spanish jerseys just to go against Argentina. Validly disliking the actions of people from a nation is one thing, but then why go support the bigger evil?? The evil that forced customs, language, and religion on your peopleโฆ.Maybe Iโm being stupid but that came off weird to me
Along with that, ik a lot of people dislike that certain Argentinians said smth abt them being ethnically closer to Europeans, and that they didnโt want to be a part of the rest of the Latinos. But then the same ppl validly upset abt that went on supporting a European team. I feel like some ppl blurred the lines between wanting Argentina to lose vs wanting Spain to win.
Even I was trying to be careful with how much support for France I showed, bc although Iโm a citizen, and my mother was born there, in my house we regard ourselves 100% west African (the reality is that we are, my mom also spent over a decade in the Ivory Coast aside from growing up in France. We wouldnโt be French at all if my grandma didnโt move there). I would have and never have worn a French jersey, same as Portugal, regardless of if thereโs still a vendetta or not.
At the end of the day, thereโs no doubt abt how I feel in regards to argentinas racist history, but yes overall I can see the hypocrisy some ppl showed, specifically in the final. Like idek how many times I said Iโm not supporting Spain Iโm supporting the Barรงa players (which in the end was still bad!), bc i desperately didnโt want to come off that way. I can respect that so many players have called out your leader, and were cold to trump, thatโs way better than the one us player who called out Trump years ago, and how the players would inevitably react to Trump handing them the trophy. OH ON TOP OF THAT, the fact that some Americans were saying โI wonโt support Argentina bc of Mileiโs ties to Israelโ BUT WERE SUPPORTING THE USMNT?!?!? Girl look in the mirror.
Anyways back to the point, yes Argentina has an issue with deep rooted racism, among other things, but ppl were being so hypocritical with their treatment of them vs the og creators of racism. Racism wouldnโt exist in latam if not for Spain, France, Portugal, etc.
@zmbiidx @hotchnerss I frankensteined this fic from many a fragment in a way that Viktor would be proud of before growing resentful of even his indirect creation. Except mine is barely making it off the table
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When Dr. Reid can only have one subject to study, he must use it to the fullest
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18+ Suggestive!, unethical Dr. Reid, fem reader probably, we're bringing up drugs but not in the way you think, injection description (I get shots weekly but I don't pay attention to what they do bc needles still kinda eek me so it's probably not totally right), hotchnerss wanted evil but best I can do is unethical he's my sweetie pie I physically can't write him evil, this has sat in the drafts for like a month at least so the "smut" is not even descriptive enough to call it that, but it has to leave!!!!!!
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The overly soft cotton batting is doing little to thaw out your frozen flesh, the abundance of air in the fibers has nothing to insulate with your temperature so low. 95.7 degrees farenheit, just on the edge of hypothermia. The old frame under the thin mattress rattles with every shiver. Adhesive nodes across your body track your temperature, your racing heart trying to compete with chilled veins, and the oxygen in them from your rapid, chattered breaths. Your eyelids twitch as you try to keep them shut.
"Are you relaxed?" Dr. Reid's voice is calm, smooth, analytic, a few feet beside you in his stool with his clipboard full of meticulous notes. A small red light glows dimly from the corner of the room. "If you're relaxed, and you feel ready, I'd like you to count down from one hundred, not too slow or too fast, just let yourself be calm, and try to even out your breaths." Your fluttering diaphragm tenses with your effort to control it, fighting against the involuntary shivers in every muscle. "100, 99, 98..." He starts for you.
You aren't ever quite sure of the goal of his experiments, what hypothesis he's trying to prove or disprove, the methodology is always the more pressing issue. The research board would surely never approve university funds for things like this, a nearly nude subject chilled to painfully peaked nipples, before attempting to hypnotize them.
It isn't working. Your mind isn't as sharp as it would be if you weren't shivering, but it isn't as dull as he's aiming for.
"I can't relax," you chuckle, all air, no strain on your vocal folds.
"No? Try counting from a higher number." Your eyes open, before squinting back down under the florescent lights in the ceiling tiles, and falling on the camera that's always focused on your reactions.
"No, Spencer, I'm so cold, I can't just relax, my whole body's tense-- why do you even want to hypnotize me, hasn't this been studied?" The wheels of his stool creak, his clipboard clicks onto a table, and he sighs.
"I just want to understand what it might take to be able to control another person's thoughts or actions." He glances at the monitor attached to the wires stuck onto you, and scribbles down the readings.
"What would you make me do? If you could?" He tuts.
"I'm not sure." His rubber soles make a dull sound on the tiled floor, a few quick steps toward the bed, to bend and inspect your body. "I wouldn't induce you into anything... Salacious, maybe just a code phrase for you to repeat subconsciously." His hand floats over you, guiding his own gaze, without giving you any hint of heat. "Just need to check one more thing," he mutters, and pulls back roll his sleeve down.
Electric shock.
Not the kind given by electrodes, he's already tried that, but the kind given by the surprise of his hot fingers diving between your legs. It takes so little to make you gush for him.
"It could almost seem like you enjoyed that." Your thawing brain can't tell if it should confirm, savor the heat of his hand-- defend, push it away-- or simply focus on defrosting. "Is that why you let me study you? I don't pay you, I have nothing to offer you as far as academics or career, there's nothing to obligate you to me... Do you just get off on this?"
"Do you?"
This started with an interview. A series of questions in a survey given to many across the university's campus, which didn't provide enough of a sample pool for Dr. Reid, your friend's professor. She didn't realize when she brought you in for participation, that she was just the largest domino in the effect that led to you laying in a cooler, with air holes drilled into the sides and the rubber gasket removed from the lid in case you couldn't handle the ice around your body, separated by a blanket only thick enough to prevent skin irritation.
He bends again for a kiss, contemptibly warm.
"I thought you weren't supposed to get attached to your subject?" You ask through a grin that fades as soon as his heated palm flattens over your cheek.
"It may alter my findings, but it's only natural with how much time we spend together, and when you're this beautiful..." His other thumb flicks over your nipple, producing a shocked hiss.
"Is that why we always end up...?"
"You let me do so much to you, it's only fair you should get that-- sit up." He takes your hand to help your still tense muscles pull you upright. He takes a short step, just enough to reach the table holding his clipboard, and the soft cardigan he'd seemed to taunt you with when he took it off.
It envelops your shoulders, a welcome warmth, almost overwhelming as every stitch lays on your bare skin.
"We need to warm you up so you don't really get hypothermic," he says smoothly as he slides in behind you, wrapping you in arms that push out a sigh of relief. He hisses like a simmering saucepan as his hands find yours, "You're ice cold, poor thing." His face nestles in your shoulder. "Do so much for me." Slowly, your curled body turns to a melting point, sinking into his warmth as it travels down your arm, soothing the goosebumps in his path.
You walk down the dark halls with a smile, easy steps, a loose fitting top under the cardigan he'd let you take after your last session. You don't need to read the nameplates by the doors anymore, or to knock on the one you stop in front of, you know his office as well as your own bedroom.
You aren't met with the same easy smile, nor the usual polite one you get, or even the occasional knowing smirk of anticipation for his plans. Instead, he waves you over with a stony expression, and fingers that spark memory.
"I want to try something different today." It's not an irregular request, he's yet to ever try the same thing twice. In his other hand, you notice something hidden by a clenched fist, silver in the glimmer you can catch of it. "I have everything set up in the other room, but I need to... Confirm with you, first." Your bag slumps into its normal pile on the corner of his desk, as you fall into the chair in front of it.
"What- is it gonna hurt?" He naturally notes the way you refer to it with inevitability.
"Maybe briefly, a split second-- and it shouldn't have any long term effect, a one-time dose should be perfectly recoverable." A dose... He's yet to medicate you in any way, you'd assumed it was a line he'd set or an inability to access or simply a disinterest in proven pharmaceuticals. "And that's exactly what I want to study with you, a one-time use of a regular dose, it's completely safe, I just want to see its effects, in person." His eyes drill into you, flicking toward any movement of your fingers, each microscopic furrow in your brow.
"Okay." His eyes widen, deep, cloying.
"Are you sure? This is technically a highly addictive drug."
"Oh..." you sigh, "I'm sure." His eyes widen further. The object in his hand clicks onto the desk, glass, certainly, before two flattened hands reach toward you.
"You don't have to if you aren't completely comfortable."
"I don't have to do any of the things we do."
The set-up is simple, the old hospital bed beside a silver rolling tray, lined and covered to protect the gloves, gauze and syringe arranged in it. At the sink in the far corner of the room, he scrubs his hands almost obsessively. Those hands are then snapped into a pair of blue nitrile gloves, and attentively open the bottle he'd been fidgeting with in his office, lined still with foil. The needle punctures the aluminum, and slowly draws in a careful half of a milligram. His face is stern with focus as he sets the syringe back down, to tear open an alcohol swab, before picking up a disposable tourniquet, and securing it tight around your arm. He holds the syringe up to the light, pushing out any air, along with a small drop that falls down the needle.
"It should take about fifteen minutes to set in, just stay seated, it might make you dizzy or sleepy." His pupils track the needle steadily as he lowers it to your arm, a soft countdown on his lips before pressing it past your skin, into your pulsing vein. Your face scrunches with the puncture, a sharp pain that continues as he slowly pushes the syringe's plunger down, a droplet at a time into your bloodstream.
"You're taking your time," you mumble through a wince. He doesn't even look up at you.
"If I push it too fast, it increases the chance for adverse effects, like respiratory depression-- the inability to breathe on your own." The camera catches your eye now, not recording as it always is during his research.
"Are you gonna turn the camera on?" The question is punctuated by a sick groan instead of a question mark, as the needle slides out and gauze is pressed into your skin.
"No, one-time experiment... I have a good memory." He stands from his rolling stool, to head all the way back to the sink, and the adjacent sharps bin to dispose of the dirtied needle. "I film our other tests in case I notice something later that I hadn't noticed before, but... I don't think I'll want that, in this case." He tears the gloves off before he comes back.
His eyes are deep, they usually are, but today there's something heavier behind them, something unknowable to anyone but himself, because everything's knowable to him. That's why he does these things.
"How was that?" You shrug, and wrap a hand over the elastic bandage he'd rolled around your arm to keep the gauze in place.
"It hurt, but it's just like getting a blood draw, not too bad." He sits again, this time at the foot of the bed, and starts on the laces of your shoes. "Why do you need my feet?" You ask, though you scoot down to make it easier for him.
"We'll be here a few hours, you should be comfortable." He gently lowers his arm to let your shoe fall to the floor before starting on the next one. "You look nice in my sweater."
"It's very comfy," you reply with the same smile you had on when you walked in. This time, he gives a weak grin back. "Is there a reason you wanted to drug me today?"
He inhales sharply, "Curiosity."
He's rambling about something, the assignment in his class that almost every student aced, the implications of some philosophy on some study-- when his words suddenly seem dull.
"Woah," you laugh, setting a hand behind yourself to steady your newly wobbling vision.
"It's kicking in?"
"It's really... Woah." There's not a better word for it, maybe not any other word in your mind now. His fingers feel cloudlike as they sit on your waist, eyes exploring your constricted pupils and flushed cheeks. "'m... Tired..." His eyes soften even deeper.
"Wanna lie back?" You attempt to nod, but aren't sure how successful you are with the dizzy rush that hits your blurring mind. You're both hyper aware of your surroundings and completely outside of them, like the down-turned camera sitting on its stand, and the too-soft mattress beneath you, and the warmth of Spencer's palms wrapped beneath your ribs. "Poor thing," he mutters do deep beneath his breath that you can't hear, "I'm sorry."
"It's... weird," you're stuck reflecting, introspection you've learned to do naturally throughout his studies. "Not really... Bad, though." It's a bit like that first phase of drunkenness, tipsy, fuzzy at the edges, dizzy and fading into unstable.
"No," he agrees softly. "The come-down shouldn't be that bad for you either."
"When will that happen?"
"In a few hours."
"Mm," your lips meld into a soft mumble, "You said that." His body weighs at the little cushion beneath you, head sinking beside yours, eyes still studying your face.
"I'm sorry." Your eyes slide to the side, a blurry picture of him, black pupils encompassing your field of view.
"'s the second time y' said that." It takes an inordinate amount of energy to shift your shoulders, before Spencer helps you roll to face him.
The hall is a bit more uneasy today, less certain, less consecrated as it usually feels. You didn't have a bad time, it was lovely, really, relaxing and painless. Mindless. But it wasn't expected. It wasn't familiar. It was a completely new door in a hall you hadn't realized you'd gone down. Unlike the one you keep coming back to that holds his office.
His office which hangs dark, empty. Your stomach turns over. The door into his lab room is open, spilling light out to beckon you.
The old, squeaky, rattling, thinly covered bed is gone. A cheap wooden bedframe sits in its place, a full mattress, a mess of linen sheets and soft pillows-- well-worn pillows. The room usually smells of disinfectant, but now it smells overwhelmingly of him.
A laptop sits at the foot of the bed.
The camera is already recording.
Dr. Reid lays beneath a thin sheet that doesn't allow any mistake that there's anything else between you and him. He watches with soft, inspecting eyes.
"I guess... I never thought you'd have a laptop," you mutter, letting your bag fall against the doorframe before you allow yourself to truly enter the subverted space.
"I can't store our experiments on my school desktop," he says simply, it's obvious, you already know it. And they're always yours, as much as he is the doctor, however many times over, he never gives himself more credit than he gives you. Without you, he'd have learned nothing. "I was feeling a little... Compunctious, maybe, about throwing you into our last test, and of course grateful that you accepted it-- so I- I thought you're due something more basic."
You take a seat just on the edge of the mattress, beside his outstretched toe.
"I always wonder what makes you come back every time... I was hoping I could somewhat test a theory of mine, though it's an imperfect experiment, I think you'll enjoy it."
"I don't need an injection this time?" Your eyes finally meet his. "No freezer, electricity, hypnosis? No little cheese cubes?" A deceptively pure smile cracks across his cheeks.
"I did get snacks and drinks, but no cheese cubes, sorry my lab rat." It isn't a diminutive name, he's never made you feel as a small creature, let alone outwardly referred to you as such, so hearing it feels akin to a personal affection.
"You got me snacks?" You laugh, now starting to inch away from his feet.
"You're gonna need them, or you'll at least need the hydration, I have kind of a- a marathon planned, so to speak, that's why I have the laptop, but I also have a few options for books, and a... Different library of digital media."
Your hand flattens over his chest, gently rising and sinking, though your touch breaks the calm demeanor a tinge, only in the acceleration of his heartbeat.
"Marathon?" The corner of his lip twitches upward briefly, almost too quickly to see it. You've learned from him.
"We always end up here anyway, I feel like I've sort of neglected this area of study." His arm spreads further outward to accommodate your body as it descends over him.
"What area is that?" He allows himself a slight grin now.
"Sexology." His eyes fall to your lips for a full second. "I want to know exactly what gets you off." You finally relinquish to the smile that's been brewing as your suspicions proved true, and crawl forward toward his lips.
A soft hand stops you before you can reach him.
"No kissing, I want you to use me, not as a partner... almost- almost as a toy, the only stimulus I'll be in control of is the videos." Your brow raises.
"Videos?" He glances down to the laptop at the foot of the bed, with a twitch at the corner of his lip.
"I have some, uh, pornography websites pulled up, a few different types of videos from them to see what you like best, then, well-- you know I record most of these, and I told you my theory before, but you might've forgotten, your brain was slightly frozen at the time." Your mind digs through the frosted memory.
"So I have to fuck you while watching you poke and prod at me?"
"Not if you can tell me, with absolute certainty, that it doesn't do anything for you." Your cheeks heat, despite how much you'd love to tell him just that. You'd be lying.
And he'd soon prove it, almost ten times over, with plenty of water breaks and a couple breaks for the fruit he'd brought. But with enough control that he'd only, quietly, reached the same high twice. Because it really is only science to him.
Summary: As Aaron Hotchner's eldest kid (and eldest daughter) you don't talk to him. Point blank period, his contact number is collecting dust in your list of people to call. However, he'll have sweep the grime off your number if he wants to get this case solved.
Warnings: Can be lowkey graphic, descriptions of violence, SA attempt, Daddy issues, smut, murder attempts, sororities, ambiguous ending (it's kinda up to y'all atp), Hotch says "fornication" once, Hotch (his parenting style), genius reader strikes again (girl Spencer Reid but Hotchner edition) Actual murder. Emotions. Friends. Reader is old money on Mama's side of things. Crazy inaccurate and ambiguous things. No editing (are we surprised).
Pairings: (Platonic) Aaron Hotchner x Hotchner!Reader, Spencer Reid x Hotchner!Reader (it's more background than focus). Fem reader as always.
A/N: Guys for once I'm not super stoned (I'm eating as edible as I speak) but I am in a shit ton of pain rn (mmmm phantom pain goes insane) and I churned this out. Also I hope yall know I am writing this shit with literally one hand so these are definitely labours of love.
WC: 29.5K
Spencer had, once upon a time, considered going to UC Berkeley but ultimately decided not to. However, he can still appreciate a good campus full of people determined to make it in the world. Maybe in a different life he wouldโve gone to school out in San Francisco, but it is not this life, and certainly not in this moment. Not when the third body has shown up on campus, posed as a statue, but clearly not one. Not when thereโs exposed ribs, cheek ripped open to show off the teeth, fingers bent in all the unnatural ways.ย
Someone had been killing girls and posing them as statues around campus, it was done quickly, efficiently, and they were never seen. The work some would say is beautiful, a statement made about women and the obscene robbery of self-identity they face. At the end of the day the girls were real though, and the week prior they had been working towards degrees, they had families, friends, they were someone. The call for help with the case comes after the third statue went up in front of the library, her body contorted and defiled for all to see.ย
There was only one person who saw her -Rosey- last, and his name is Joseph Sings. A senior double major for classic art and theology. Heโd been a dead end, truthful too, when he said that the last time he saw her she was going to the library to work on a project. Theyโd interviewed the girlsโ friend group, whoโd been partially inconsolable and partially determined to help and partially scared out of their minds. Nothing came of it, and so they decided to walk around the campus, talk to the professors, the student body, just to see if they could find anything.
Hotch, for some reason or another, had been an absolute ass throughout the entirety of the case so far. Body tensed as if he were ready to pounce at any given moment, frown somehow more severe, and his eyes the definition of broody. Morgan had texted Garcia about it no less than three times but didnโt risk anymore in case Hotch got onto him about that too. He seemed to be waiting for something, like a shoe to drop, but didnโt even know what he was looking for.ย
One thing was clear though; There was nothing to be found from the university. They left once that became clear, settling into their designated spot in the university police department's office. It felt odd to be surrounded by so many young people, hearing the way they talked to each other and bounced around one another. Lively, if a police department could be described as such. They had three bodies, dead end witnesses, and an invisible clock ticking behind them, reminding them that there wasnโt much time between this and the next victim.ย
Unfortunately by day three the next victim had been picked: Natalie Clawson. A senior in the data science program, she had a job set up as a data analyst for Ulta Beauty. This time they call in the friend group, especially since two of them last saw her. Cameron, again, and then you. You who stands at the front of the group, hair blown out perfectly, your makeup sharp like the rest of your outfit. Youโve got a black mini skirt on over a pair of tights, a form fitting button down clinging to your figure, a blazer over your arm along with the Birkin bag youโre sporting, gold jewelry glinting off your ears, neck, and wrists, only one ring on your hand. Red bottom shoes and a scent like heaven clinging to you, you look highly unimpressed when they emerge.ย
For a moment they still under the weight of your disgust that you havenโt even bothered to disguise, โNice of you to show your face around here for once.โ
Hotch sighs, head tilting back as he resists the urge to drag his hands down his face, โCan we please focus on the case for the moment? Everything else can come after.โ
Wrong words to say judging by the way your glare sharpens, mouth pulling into a line that speaks of unfathomable disappointment, โAlright. Lead the way Sir.โ
All around both parties exchange looks of absolute bafflement, shrugging shoulders as they attempt to piece together the information. Especially when you and Hotch wind up falling into step together, although youโre clearly agitated by him and heโs stuck between trying to concentrate or talking to you. Thereโs not a word said that could warm the frigid silence you and him have created around each other, spreading to everyone else as well.ย
Once inside Hotch turns to look at you all, fingers already pointing, โMorgan take Cameron again, Emily, you can take her. Weโll interview the rest of them here.โ
He turns to you, something like a plea in his eyes when you glare right back at him, โWe just need information.โ
You scoff, eyes already rolling in a way that surprises your friends. To them youโre the epitome of future lawyer, president, whoever. Clean cut lines, never a minute off the dot for meetings and deadlines, cold but present, passionate too, even if it shows in different ways. You donโt do things like roll your eyes, and they donโt ever see Hotch tilt his head back in such clear, obvious frustration that itโs almost jarring.ย
โJust information is what you shall receive then. Letโs not waste time.โ
The four of you leave the rest of them in confused but charged silence, one that Hotch doesnโt elaborate on any further as they start to talk to the friends. Cameronsโ goes by quicker, mostly because theyโve already interviewed him before, and Emily? Well, sheโs trying to get through to you but itโs like talking to a wall of steel. You give her clinically perfect answers, everything remembered clear as day and with all the details she could need.ย
Youโre innocent, that much is clear, and youโre also not going to let her dive deeper than that. She has the things she needs to know, but your personal life is made abundantly clear that it is just that; Personal. You donโt know her and she can profile you all she wants but sheโs never going to get anywhere further than that. She comes back an hour later exhausted with her efforts knowing that sheโs lost to a twenty-two year old college girl.ย
Hotch raises his brow at you when you both return, โYou gave her a hard time.โ
You grab your blazer and purse, shrugging, โI gave her the information needed. Are we done now?โ
โTechnically we have what we can get, but thereโs a few more things we need to go over. Did Natalie have any enemies or on the flipside, admirers?โ
The purse gets set down with a thump, โNatalie was good and kind, she didnโt like Aiden Thomas because heโs arrogant, she didnโt like Shaera Kingsley because sheโs stuck-up and sleeps her way to good grades, and sheโll sleep her way into a comfortable life. One where sheโll never amount to anything besides an occasional name on a check for a donation to charity. She didnโt like Julian Borough because he liked to hit on her even after she told him she wasnโt interested, but like clockwork he invites her to his frats party every two weeks whenever they throw. These are the three people she complained about the most and saw on a somewhat average basis. The closest to admirer and enemy she possessed.โ
โWhat about professors, did she have good relationships with them?โ
Your eyes flash, something dangerous there, โFreshman year she didnโt like Professor Angela Crone because of the way she graded things. Sophomore year she didnโt care for Professors Boeing and Chimney, Boeing for the way he taught and Chimney for his material, she thought he didnโt understand it correctly. Junior year her least favorite professor was Monoville, she had clashing opinions that were often verbalized. This past semester her least favorite is Professor Monroe for how he teaches, she thought it was incompatible for the majority of those taking his class, all the TAs she got along with.โ
โAny conflicts in the friend group here with her?โ
โBeyond skirmishes of who puked in whose car and if someone stood someone up thereโs nothing that could reasonably result in something like this.โ
โFriends outside of you all, did she have very many?โ
โSheโs in a sorority, pi beta phi, you should ask the sisters, or I can tell you and we can sit here for two hours talking about all her relationships with the sorority sisters and then we can go another four hours talking about where she stands with the other sororities, and tomorrow we can go over the frats. But just so you know in her sorority alone thereโs 178 current members. If we factor in that thereโs 1,893 sorority sisters on campus and 1,957 fraternity brothers then weโre looking at 3,850 relationships that go one on one alone. Then you factor in dynamics between a third variable that interrupts the one on one relationship because humans are unpredictable. You can be friends with someone on a solo level and not like each other in a group setting, sometimes vice versa. This leaves us with 7,419,000 possible relationship outcomes surrounding one person.โ
Automatically they turned to look at Spencer, who was looking at you with something funny in his eye, like heโd struck gold as you were speaking, โReid, is that right?โ
He jolted, just for a second, cheeks pinkening at having been called out, โYes, sheโs correct, and thatโs the simplified number too. We donโt have enough time to go over everything and ask all these people. We need to make an overall statement, might help narrow things down.โ
You nod, finger tapping against your bag, โIf youโre interested in watching how theyโll react to the news, separate them into their cliques. I trust you, the profilers, to figure out who goes with who. Do this for pi beta phi, kappa kappa gamma, and delta gamma. The rest of them can withstand a mass announcement if you go house to house. Do this, and youโll have until approximately midnight before all of campus knows about your involvement with the case.โ
โIs that a bad thing?โ
His question makes you shrug, โEither youโve finally found your seats for the unsubs show or youโll figure it out. I hope that itโs the latter, now, is there anything else you all need from us? Or can I go get briefed on my case?โ
Hotch perks up, just a bit, โYou have a case?โ
You donโt glare this time, you just look at him with that measured look that spells for a knife about to be twisted, โIโm a lawyer, didnโt you know that? Arenโt you happy you predicted me right?โ
โI didnโt know you were still interested in pursuing law.โ
โYou donโt know what Iโm interested in, period. You made sure of that too.โ
โI know.โ
For a second you simply stare at him, so clearly displeased, but then you turn on your heel to stride out the door, letting it slam shut behind you as you make your way out of the building. They watch you go, your imposing figure quickly vanishing into the foray of people, and then around the corner. Katalina, one of your close friends, peers at him, โYouโre, youโre Agent Hotchner, arenโt you?โ
He looks at the young woman, โWhat gave it away?โ
โYou both glare the same way. Like youโll keep people away with it.โ
Emily is the one to connect the dots, โSheโs your daughter. Oh my god you have a daughter?โ
Hotch sighs, standing as he does, โYes, if sheโll even admit it.โ
Morgan stares, then he looks at Spencer, whoโs looking at Hotch funny, then back to said man, โShe seemed ecstatic to see you again, I thought you and Haley had been married this whole time.โ
โNot always, we dated in high school and broke up after college, I came out to San Francisco to be a prosecutor, I met her mother, we wound up having her, and then I left for the BAUโฆand Haley.โ
Your friends wince but they stand up too, gathering their things and quietly muttering goodbyes as the team is left in an awkward, strained silence. He shuts his eyes briefly before clenching his hands once, then he smoothes them out, โI will tell you this once, and only once. I was in her life, consistently, and then I was not. I will not be answering any questions regarding our relationship, but she can do as she pleases.โ
And thatโs that.ย
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Hotch knows itโs a bad idea to knock on your door, but he does it anyway. He hadnโt known what your face looked like as an adult until now and itโs hard to reconcile the idea of you, baby faced with your wild hair and dirt stained cheeks. With you now, sharp featured and dark lined lips, high heels and degrees under your belt despite being twenty-two and in your senior year of college (again). He paid for one semester of your college, always, which was how he knew where you were going, but beyond that he didnโt know anything.ย
Part of him hadnโt expected to actually see you today, heโd thought you might accept under the condition that he not be there, but youโd shown up without protest. You had wanted to see him, despite it all. He knocks on the door, and you answer him a moment later. Youโre still dressed as you were earlier but youโre no longer wearing the heels, those have been tucked away already. He smells something cooking from inside, something good and something that reminds him of the life he left behind, the life he traded.ย
โCan I help you with something?โ
He nods, glancing inside, โCan I come in?โ
Your jaw works as you think it over before you step aside, letting him in. Your apartment isnโt what he expected, heโd thought youโd go for a minimalist look, something that fit the coldness rolling off of you. Itโs a pleasant surprise when he sees the artwork displayed on the wall in alternating heights and placements, colorful flower arrangements displayed proudly with thick coffee table books scattered around the place. Youโve got pictures on display, deep reds, purples, your home is borderline whimsical.ย
โExpecting somebody?โ
โNo.โ
He slips his shoes off because you and your mother were always adamant about no shoes in the house. A rule that used to make you giggle. He remembered from when you were little, your chubby fingers prying at his laces that heโd purposely unlace slowly just to make you laugh with impatience and attempt to help or tug him inside. Heโd given that up though, and now you wonโt look him in the eye. Heโs not even really welcomed into your apartment.ย
If he stayed would he have a key to your apartment just for emergencies? Would his picture be up there beside the one of you and your mother? He doesnโt know, heโll never figure it out either. Instead he turns his attention back to you, to your kitchen and whatever youโre cooking. Thereโs textbooks open, stacks of files open, scattered almost, but he sees the control in your chaotic spread, โWhat has your schooling looked like?โ
He watches you tense, lips pursing for a minute as you stir the liquid in your pot, โI graduated high school at fourteen after six months of being there, I then went here, to Berkeley, for political science and psychology. I wasโฆdetermined, to do as much as I could. I did two degrees in two years, went to law school, got it done in two years, I was eighteen when I finished. I spent nineteen as a public defender, then I came back to school so I could study linguistics and neuroscience.โ
โWhatโs your IQ?โ
โ176, it matches my LSAT scores.โ
โWhen did they conclude that youโre a genius?โ
โWhen I turned eight.โ
After you left. It goes unspoken, but itโs true. Hotch left when you were five for Seattle, heโd spend the next six years there, keeping contact consistently up until you were eleven, when he was transferred to the BAU in Quantico. It was after the transfer, after he reconnected with Haley (who was almost your middle name), communication started to fall apart. You were sixteen when it finally clicked in your head that he didnโt want anything to do with you, or at least you just werenโt high enough on his list of priorities to keep up with. You were sixteen and graduating from UC Berkeley with two degrees under your belt and he didnโt show up to it. Heโd left the seat empty, so you stopped saving one for him.ย
Heโd gone to UC Berkeley for his degree, and you followed him in his footsteps because no matter what you did you just couldnโt escape him or his legacy that literally flowed through your veins. You were a prosecutor for a year, just enough to help with bills and gain experience. Then you did school for the past few years while simultaneously juggling cases. You lived a very, very busy life, but you wouldnโt have it any other way either.ย
โYouโve done well for yourself.โ
The praise makes you shudder. Itโs something youโve craved for so long and learned to resent when it wasnโt given. All you had wanted was for him to say you were doing well, that he was proud, that he wished he could be there to celebrate your accomplishments. What you got was 2,833 miles between you and him, empty voicemails and a number that sat untouched on your contacts list. Strained silence despite the lack of the others presence, now it was oppressive, unbearable.ย
You regret letting him in, seeing the face that isnโt yours but it belongs to you standing right outside your door, pleading to be let in. He doesnโt belong in your space, itโs made clear from the way he stands between the chairs on your island and the couch, unsure of where he should be. Part of you wants to throw your hands in the air, tell him to get the hell out because you needed bim then but you donโt need him now. The other part is still the little girl who waited by the door for her dad to come home but he never did, the girl who waited by the phone for it to ring and cried herself to sleep when the chime you set for him never came through.ย
โHowโs Virginia?โ
Howโs Haley? Hotch doesnโt even know where to begin, if he should even bring up the existence of his son. He doubts youโd react well to it, so he keeps his mouth shut even if he might regret it later, โVirginia is fine, itโs different than theWest coast, the people are faster, sharper. Youโd fit in over there.โ
Except you wouldnโt fit in over there because thatโd mean fitting into Hotchโs life and you both know you donโt. Youโre the estranged daughter, the genius he helped make but couldnโt raise, the product of a relationship that shouldnโt have happened. The clothes you wear, the way you carry yourself, that could make you an East coaster, but itโs your existence that prohibits it from happening, even if you want to leave for the other side.ย
โI thought about DC.โ
Warily, he takes a seat at the island, โBut youโre not going there yet.โ
You shake your head, โNo, not yet, thereโs more degrees I want to get first.โ
โYou sound like Spencer, except heโs stopped at five.โ
โI intend to out-degree him.โ
โIโll be sure to tell him that, he might take it as a challenge.โ
โYou can tell him Iโll win it then.โ
Spencer intrigues you. A fellow genius with a slightly higher IQ than you, it doesnโt matter to you though. Youโre doing what you need to do and as long as he doesnโt interfere with that then you can peacefully co-exist with him. Now if your father could stop interfering with your life as it is now, youโd be peaceful too. (You wouldn't, you know it to be too truthful to admit to though).ย
โYouโve grown up.โ
Itโs truthful too, and you hate that. Youโve grown up, you wear bras and pencil skirts, you line your lips and fill it in with gloss, you blowout your hair every morning and you drink protein shakes for breakfast. Thereโs case files on your counter, Birkin bag on the counter spilling with notes and evidence. Wine on your kitchen counter, floor cleaned and living room tidy. Your bills are paid, you graduate (again) in a semestersโ time, youโre what any young adult aspires to be.ย
Healthy, well maintained, comfortable. Yet distinctly isolated despite the friends youโve made and unattainable to most people around you. They arenโt allowed to see the depth of what youโre feeling, they donโt get to come close enough to offer comfort even when you desperately need it. You prefer it that way though, you dislike when people can see through your cool facade, you hate it even more when they call you on it too. If you could, youโd prefer to be thought of as something almost inhuman, more robot than flesh, simply because itโd mean people would stop trying to get into your head and see what lies there.ย
Profilers, you think, are some of the worst people in the world simply because their whole job description is reading people. Your father read you easier than a book when you were younger and you doubted much had changed despite the distance between you both. The rest of his team could read you too and youโd be a fool to think otherwise, but it didnโt mean you had to be open or talk about things. They could know, but itโd also never be acknowledged.ย
โI have.โ
You grab two bowls, because youโre not going to be rude and eat alone in front of him, and also because now he has no choice but to eat what youโve cooked. The rice goes first, then the curry, then the chicken youโve put in the oven to drain off oil and keep warm. He blinks when you hand him the bowl, surprised, especially when water comes with it, but he thanks you anyway as you take a seat beside him. It gives you the urge to flee, but youโre not going to run away after agreeing that youโve grown up because thatโd be childish.ย
โYouโve inherited your motherโs skill in the kitchen.โ
Simple words, a simple compliment, a reminder of the life he threw away. Your parents had been in love, you knew that much, you saw it with the way they kissed when coming home, how they took care of each other during the long hours and rough cases. The life theyโd made with you was good too, Hotch had doted on you as a child, had loved you and done what he could to make sure you knew that. Theyโd been young when they had you -an accident- and your mother always made sure to tell you sheโd do it all over again if given the choice.ย
Five years your family had been wonderful. Tight-knit and loving, theyโd discussed marriage, theyโd been engaged, they talked about giving you a sibling. Then the Seattle profiler branch had called and everything had come crashing down within the span of a month. One week your dad was there, the next he wasnโt, and from that point on it was more wasnโt than was and part of you still doesnโt know how to bridge the two together. Now heโs here eating curry in your apartment when youโre twenty-two and supposedly thriving. He knows better though.ย
Hotch sees it in the way you carry yourself, the hard set of your jaw and mouth that things arenโt as perfect as you work for them to be. Youโre weighed down by your own consciousness, as if existence is a chore for you to deal with on a daily basis. Lost, he should say, you look lost. Lost in the way that Hotchnerโs look, because you and him are one in the same. Feelings of internal strife and conflict are dealt with by throwing yourselves into work as a distraction for the truth of whatโs really there. Hotch knows youโre like this because heโs like this, and you took after him more than either of you cared to admit.ย
โHaley and I are getting divorced.โ
There goes his resolve at being level-headed, about easing into things with you. Because when it comes to you thereโs no rhyme or reason, itโs you, and therefore everything heโs so precariously balanced is thrown off of its axis. Youโd been talented at doing that to him from the moment of your conception and it seemed that distance nor time managed to take that away from you.ย
โReally?โ
โMhm. Howโs your mother?โ
You blink twice, processing, โMamaโs fine, sheโs ah, divorced now.โ
Hotch hadnโt even known about your stepfather, he hadnโt known anything since he resolved to stay out of your life as much as he could. He knew heโd hurt you badly and as a form of penance decided to ignore the details of your life despite being able to access all of it if he wanted to. It felt wrong to invade your privacy like that though, it felt wrong to keep tabs on you and not call you.ย
โReally? How long?โ
โTwo years now, and itโs a good thing, sheโs over it now too which helps.โ
โIf I saw her do you think she might kick me or eviscerate me?โ
Against your will a tiny, amused, huff leaves you. Hotchโs sense of humour wasnโt extensive by any means, but the dry wit youโd inherited allowed you to tell when he was trying to be at least a little humorous. Your mother had always said that if he cheated, or if he fucked up bad enough sheโd eviscerate and castrate him all in one go.ย
โI think she might get you banned from the state of California.โ
โAt the very least San Francisco.โ
The rest of dinner isnโt as tense as it was when he first came in, despite the layer of tension and discomfort of it all. He does the dishes because youโve cooked and for a minute you imagine that this is what your entire life has looked like. Like your dad comes over once a week for dinner and cleans because youโve cooked and you two get to discuss cases, analyze human behavior, talk about how screwed up the world is. Bathe in the satisfaction of putting these people away, helping other innocent people find peace or protection, you enjoy that, you do.ย
The spell is broken once the last dish is set to dry and he turns to you, confusion about how to proceed etched in each line of his face, and you realize itโs up to you how this will go. You clear your throat, shifting as you reach for all the right words. As always when it comes to your father you find yourself frustrated with the amount of things you want to say but canโt proceed correctly when using them. Words are your strong suit, theyโre your safety net and when it comes to him you have none whatsoever. It infuriates you, even makes you want to cry.ย
โWill you keep me updated on Natalie?โ
He nods, โI will, and can I ask you to be a consultant for this case? You know the student body better than anybody on campus, and with your memory youโd likely be able to help us trace things that we would overlook. You can say no of course if itโd be too much, but I do think youโd be a valuable asset for the team.โ
Will you spend time with me? Will you let me be present just this once? Iโm sorry for leaving you, come with me one more time? These are all the questions layered under professionalism and as his daughter, his firstborn, you know these questions by heart years later. Heโd taught you to read between the lines and hear what wasnโt spoken, listen to the silence and see what it had to say.ย
โIโm up for it. Iโll inform my professors that Iโll be taking the week off to act as a consultant for the BAU in regards to the case of multiple murders on campus.โ
โThank you, Iโm sure the rest of the team will be interested in getting to know you, Reid in particular has shown interest.โ
Your lips twitch upwards, just a bit, โWeโre geniuses, itโs natural to be interested in figuring out the other genius in the room.โ
โJust donโt try to outcompete one another for intellect.โ
โNo promises.โ
He lingers at the door, trying to find what to say until he settles on, โIโll see you tomorrow then, goodnight.โ
You lock the door behind him, relief flooding through your veins when you hear his footsteps fading away down the hall. On a side note you notice your hands are trembling, heart racing and body warm in a way it usually isnโt. Uncomfortable, yes, and most certainly anxiety inducing. Dinner with your father, itโs a sentence you thought youโd never say again after you turned eighteen and yet it happened anyway. He ate your curry, heโs divorcing Haley, heโs in Berkeley, one of your best friends is missing, thereโs a case to read on your coffee table, and youโre going to be a consulting member to your fathers fancy FBI team.ย
You need to send some emails.ย
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The next morning you come in with a cup of coffee, perfectly blown out hair, and a new outfit this time. Youโre in black business pants, the baggy kind that sits just right and shows what it needs but not too much. This time youโre in a black, sleeveless halter neck blouse, gold jewelry all over your body and makeup once again done to perfection. You come in smelling like apples, lemon, brown sugar, and rain all rolled into one, a perfectly intoxicating fall scent that leaves heads turning as you walk.ย
Now that they look at you and Hotch they see the similarities they didnโt before. The severity of both your expressions like a mirror, the hair. If youโd inherited one physical trait from Hotch it had to be the hair. Soft and sleek like raven feathers, the exact shade of his sprouting from your own head. Everything else is your mothers, or just you. Your bag gets set down, your coat put up and with that you take a seat at the table as if youโve always belonged there.ย
Hotch gestures to you as he stands at the board, the one filled with evidence and possible connections, โAs weโve noticed Miss. Hotchner is in the room with us, sheโll be acting as a consultant for this case not only for her connections to the latest victim but for the connections to the university as well. Feel free to ask her questions pertaining to the case or student body, sheโll likely have the answer. She also knows this campus well, use that to your advantage.โ
He begins to brief them, and by extension you, on what theyโve gathered so far, and what theyโre going to do for the day. Youโll be going with Spencer and Emily to interview Natalieโs professors, the TAs included, and once thatโs done youโll come back to discuss. Youโre thankfully not in heels this time as you lead the two of them around campus, pointing certain things out as you walk. The campus is big and crowded, students milling about in every direction, you pay no mind to it though.ย
Emily walks behind you and Spencer, who asks about each building even though he knows the history of them, and then about the professors, the classes that you even take. She hides her amusement carefully, opting to listen in on your careful explanations, you keep things concise where Spencer would usually start rambling, another Hotchner trait youโve seemingly inherited. You both walk step in step together and itโs fitting she thinks. Two geniuses dressed like runway models for whatever reason walking the campus to solve a murder case. It feels almost like a movie in far too many ways.ย
Itโs a little strange watching two geniuses interact, both of you feeding off of one another in ways she canโt hope to keep up with. Ideas and theories bouncing off of one another, facts recited in perfect detail and discussions about things she knows neither of you specialize in but clearly know well enough to have opinions. Youโre warmer like this, when youโre in your element called academia and more importantly, not in the same room as Hotch. She doesnโt know what happened between you two, she wonโt pry, but something had shifted between the reunion from yesterday to today. As if there was some unspoken agreement to get along.ย
Eventually the three of you dip into a building, you know the layout from when Natalie showed you around, the sleek interior, the empty corridors. You take them to Professor Mardi first, she has no classes for an hour so theyโll have time to talk. Itโs odd, walking the same path that Natalie did, sheโd walked the halls like this at least twice a week. She walked it with friends, by herself, soaked in rain or fresh from her apartment on a perfect hair day. Now sheโs missing and you wonder if sheโll ever walk the halls again.ย
You try not to think about what might be happening with her now, where she might be and who might be doing something to her. Thereโs no point in dwelling with thoughts like that, it wonโt help find her. Instead you push the door open to her classroom thatโs just emptied out, her projector off, files being sorted together. She looks up when the three of you enter, eyes widening in surprise, โMiss. Hotchner, I wasnโt expecting to see you today.โ
Her voice grates on you, soft and motherly as if she has the right to act like that with you, โIโm here as a consultant with the FBI to look into the recent happenings on campus, theyโd like to speak with you about Natalie Clawson.โ
โShe went missing yesterday, right?โ
โShe did.โ
โIโm terribly sorry, Miss. Hotchner, I know you two are close.โ
โNo apology needed, are you amenable to a conversation?โ
โOf course! Come, sit, sit.โ
For three hours you lead the pair of FBI agents around to talk with professors and state your reasoning, Spencer and Emily observe, they ask seemingly random questions but you know better. You know that the preferred color of socks can tell you all about somebody's insecurities or where their ideals lay. You know that certain products that people will use often feature a common factor that they subconsciously associate with themselves, which often shows you more than theyโd care to know. Hotch taught you all of this when you were little, and when he left you continued to apply the skills until it became second nature.ย
At lunch you all meet up again, except this time you all are hungry and thereโs nothing anybody can do when hungry. Hotch turns to you, expectant, โPick a place, weโll go eat there.โ
You raise a brow, โBudget?โ
โThe government.โ
โAre we going to take one of your SUVs?โ
He sighs, โYes, we can take the SUV.โ
โGreat, weโre going to Baozi.โ
Hotch, inexplicably, gets this look on his face like he wants to shoot himself in the kneecaps rather than go to Baozi, wherever that is, โAnd youโre driving.โ
โOf course I am.โ
He says it like itโs the most depressing fact on Earth, as if thereโs not pictures of corpses pinned up behind him. You, on the other hand, look as pleased as you can be in this situation. Spencer siddles up next to you, already asking things about something or another that distracts you well enough on the way towards the car, where thereโs the unspoken agreement that youโre in the passenger seat. They can at least understand the gift that is Hotchner family drama, even Spencer knows this, and so they without protest climb into the SUV all as one.ย
โDo you still eat there often? Baozi?โ
You hum, adjusting your bracelets as you do, โI eat there for whenever I graduate. So I guess Iโm due for another visit in about eight months.โ
โI see.โ
The drive is borderline painful for the two of you up in the front, you fiddle with your jewelry, Hotch fights the urge to crash the car. Baozi. Youโd gone there frequently as a kid but specifically with Hotch. Heโd take you on the rare times it was just you and him, usually on the days when your mother had something important to do that day. It was a ritual you both had fallen into and it was a ritual that transitioned into every time he came to visit you, the two of you would go.ย
Itโs thankfully not far and when you enter thereโs a middle-aged Taiwanese woman whose eyes crinkle when she sees you, a grin splitting her face when she pulls you into a tight hug, โMy, my, look how beautiful youโve grown! Itโs been nearly three years, but thereโs no graduation today, so whatโs the occasion?โ
Your head tilts towards Hotch, โHeโs in town.โ
Her eyes widen, jaw parting as she stares at Hotch before she swats him with her shoe in the next instance โYou! YOU! You leave my two girls alone, never showing your face, always busy, busy, BUSY! You show your face now? Huh?โ
You chortle, one hand coming to her arm to steady her, โWeโre working on it, and trust me heโs been groveling, Iโm making him grovel more too. Hence why weโre here.โ
She laughs, her amusement infectious, โOkay, okay, only if you insist though, letโs get you to the round table.โ
โThank you.โ
You follow her to the table, settling in easily with Hotch on one side and Spencer on the other. You know what youโre getting, Hotch knows too, and neither of you bother with opening up the menus because of that. It looks the exact same as it did from when you were a child. With peeling red booths and orange walls, thereโs glass with faded paintings of pandas on it. Stereotypical but charming in a way thatโs well loved throughout the passage of time. Your memory allows you to relieve them, and times spent in Baozi are some of the ones you revisit often, even if you donโt try to think about it very often.ย
It feels strange to be making a new memory like this, not reliving one from a time long ago. If you look to the left you can see a five year old you learning how to hold chopsticks while the guy beside you teaches it to you. Fingers unfailingly gentle as he directs your tiny fingers to work the wood properly. Youโd gotten the hang of it eventually, but it took time, and now they come as natural as breathing to you. Thereโs no need for the rubber band trick anymore.ย
You order for the group seeing how youโre the only one capable of speaking Mandarin, for a while you content yourself with listening to the team tell their stories, discuss possible theories and try to pinpoint who the unsub might be. Itโs a lot, but you soak up every word of it. The jargon reminds you of the stories Hotch would use when he put you to bed, his words never softened for you, and maybe thatโs why youโre so smart. Maybe itโs because you were put to bed with legal jargon as a lullaby, human behavior as a soothing ailment to your restless mind.ย
The food comes looking delicious as ever, and this is where you falter, just for a second. Hotch doesnโt say a word when he slides over a little dish made up of ginger, soy sauce, vinegar, a dash of fish oil, and a heaping spoon full of chili oil. Youโre the one with the rarest memory on Earth, and heโs remembered how you make your dipping sauce for xiao long bao and other dumplings. He couldnโt call you, but he remembered how to make your dumpling oil combination as if it were a written down recipe heโd memorized.ย
He confuses you like nothing else ever has. An absent father who felt a step away, never there when you needed him to be, yet thereโs an invisible list of facts about you in his head that heโd never forgotten. The familiar anger of his abandonment rises in you, risky and for a second, uncontrollable, but then you bite into the dumpling, the sauce combination being the first thing you taste. Itโs vinegary, spicy, salty, you feel the cut of ginger and itโs perfect. Instead of wanting to hit him you want to cry.ย
Thereโs the other thing: He left, and you stopped crying. You already felt weak from him leaving and you werenโt going to feel weak for yourself. It was something you couldnโt afford to happen because you needed strength to make up for what he had stolen from you. So you didnโt cry, but when you bite into that dumpling you feel the urge to do so. It rises up sharply, quicker than you expected, and yet you refuse to give in. You wonโt give the satisfaction of giving in.ย
To them itโs clear Hotch is struggling too, making them wonder if this was the way you two liked to punish yourselves. Hotch by giving you control, and you for picking someplace you knew would pack a punch for the both of you. You remember everything in perfect clarity from the past, you remember what heโd said to you, the way he dressed, the thing you ordered to drink. You remembered the emotion too, when you were so pleased, so proud to be sitting at the table with him. The feeling of being loved by him, your subconscious reassurance that itโd be like this forever.ย
He remembers sitting with you in the booths, teaching you how to use chopsticks, watching you graduate from the white foam cups to the plastic ones they used. If he knew what he knows now, would he trade it for what couldโve been with you? Would he stay with you, watching you grow from not the sidelines but the front row, would he sit still or would he fidget? The man hadnโt even bought a ticket.ย
You sit behind him in stilted silence, nothing but memory and muscle to keep you going. Neither of you can look at each other, the misery of each otherโs company too much to fight against. Itโs not the right place to ask questions, thereโs not enough time for explanation. Your friend is missing, youโre eating lunch with your dad again for the first time in forever in the restaurant that had forgotten his face but felt the weight of his absence, and youโre truly, stunningly, miserable.ย
Itโs the kind of misery that you hadnโt let yourself dwell in for a long while. Youโd felt it the first time he missed your birthday, or the tenth time that he didnโt pick the phone up. Over the course of time youโd learnt to swallow it down until it stopped coming back up. This you canโt ignore though, not when the origin is sitting less than a foot away from you and the tray of dumpling dip sits innocently between the two of you. You have him here, now, in a stolen moment brought upon by the disappearance of your friend and the murder of three other girls on campus. Because it seems the only time heโs there is when itโs convenient for him.ย
The team watches you both fall into the trap that is history the longer lunch goes on. There's a familiar rhythm between you two but itโs clear that itโs a routine neither is comfortable participating in any longer. Theyโve never seen Hotch so quiet, so guilty, and youโre the stranger thatโs familiar to them in the most confusing of ways. You and Hotch are one in the same, daughter and father separated by bad choices and the lack of time despite the way it drags on from days to weeks to months to years.ย
Thereโs the way you both eat the same, calculated dips and perfectly placed bites, neither of you willing to step outside of the dance you two know. You look nothing like Hotch and yet when you glare, when you move a certain way, itโs all Aaron and that jars them in ways they didnโt expect. Theyโve seen Jack, the subtle markers that tell them heโs Aaron Hotchnerโs son, but you? You. Youโre different, youโre grown up and even though thereโs that distance, the knowledge that you didnโt get to watch him as you grew so you could mimic his mannerisms but theyโre just built in you from the get go. Thatโs something else entirely.ย
Spencer knows. He knows because he knows when thereโs another kid whose dad abandoned them too early, he sees you in him and what you are because five years ago he was you. A genius doing well for themself, thriving at a glance because why wouldnโt you be thriving? Youโre working with a law firm, youโre getting two more degrees under your belt, youโll have PhDs by 25 without a doubt. You live in a nice apartment, you wear red bottoms and the jewelry clinking off your wrist is pure gold, heavy and thick with luxury. By all means, youโre walking perfection.ย
He knows better though. Youโre just pieces of a body stapled together and wound so tightly you canโt fall apart. Itโs not thriving, itโs survival. You busy yourself with so many things because if you donโt then youโll have to feel things you canโt let yourself feel for fear of them taking control over your body and most importantly, your mind. Your mind, the most crucial thing your body has to offer, brilliance encased through a layer of bone and thick skin not easily exposed to the world. If you canโt control that, then it means you control nothing.ย
This is something Spencer knows intimately, he understands it, he understands you. At least on this particular aspect. Seeing you with Hotch makes him wonder about what would happen if he sat down for lunch with William Reid. Would they hold their forks the same? Would they reach for certain sauces or would they have completely different flavor pallets? It makes him wonder when he sees you two over there. Different tastes in food but similar mannerisms, itโs like you two donโt want to be anything like the other but your subconsciouses refuse to allow that truth to come true.ย
Thinking is difficult when it comes to you and Hotch, this much is apparent. Difficult for you and him simply because of everything that is laid between the two of you. Difficult for the team because Hotch has never been so out of it, so confused before, all because of you, the physical manifestation of a different life. West coast versus East, daughter versus son, prosecutor versus profiler. Nobody can truly wrap their heads around it all.ย
Lunch ending is a celebration, it means that the case moves forward, that nobody is exuding an air of such downtrodden grief that it roots their hearts in their stomachs. Itโs easier to talk about murder with Hotch than school or what youโre doing with your life. He finds it easier to question your memory, the sequence of events, than ask if you prefer to party or stay inside. He canโt profile you, he refuses, and even though the team wants to profile you it feels wrong. Besides that, you wonโt let them profile you.ย
Youโll let them see what youโre willing to show but beyond that itโs all clinical detachment or attachment. Returning back to campus is a strained affair, not that you acknowledge it when you all set up shop again in the room the PD gave them. You bring your laptop out, immediately throwing yourself into the art of homework as Spencer sits next to you so he can read through the information for things that they mightโve missed. You of course canโt have access to everything, but you know enough, and if you really wanted to you could find out.ย
Which is what youโve busied yourself in doing. You want the details, you want locations, pictures, all of it. Hotch wouldnโt give it to you, not the nitty gritty details that you need in order for all of it to work out. Itโs laughably easy to get access to it all, dates, names, locations, coroners exams. If Penelope on the other end knows youโre there she hasnโt called to tell you to get out. Naturally, you dig, and you dig, and you dig.ย
Because youโre a lawyer, youโre a Hotchner, and digging is what you do.ย
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When you hear a knock on your door you half expect it to be Hotch, the other half expects a friend. You donโt expect it to be Spencer Reid standing on the other side, his fingers are slotted together loosely, held at his chest, bag slung over his shoulder as he rocks on his feet. His hairโs messier than it was earlier, tie a little crooked, โCan I come in?โ
You step aside easier for him than Hotch, and upon noticing the shoes at the doorway he slides his off as well, โDoes he know youโre here at my apartment?โ
Spencer winces at the mention of your father, you wonโt even say dad, or father, or biological unit, but also because, โNo, I didnโt think heโd appreciate that.โ
Hotch would most certainly not appreciate it. Doesnโt matter that you and him are estranged and this is the weird pause on that, doesnโt matter that youโre both two adults and you can decide who you want to talk to. For Spencer your dad is still his boss, and the last thing he wants to do is piss the guy off when heโs clearly already emotionally compromised.ย
Something shifts as soon as the words come out of his mouth. Itโs not a break in the case that heโs come knocking on your door about, but something personal. You move into the kitchen, pulling two wine glasses from your shelf before peering into the small wine cabinet the apartment had built into it, โRed or white?โ
โWhy donโt you guess?โ
Youโre the kid of a legendary profiler helping them with their case, heโd be surprised if you didnโt know the basics of profiling, โYou like red, but the sweeter ones that taste like berries after theyโve been warmed by the sun. Aged, because you prefer the way things taste after theyโve had time to develop an edge. You donโt like dry wines because it sucks everything sweet about it out.โ
Then you look at him whilst holding a bottle up of something older, something more expensive than heโd care to think about with a little twitch to your lips, โI think I might have one that you like.โ
You pour it perfectly even, graceful in the way it doesnโt slosh when you turn around to hand a glass to him before settling on your couch, letting him follow your lead. Itโs sunset now on the bay, which you have a lovely view of from your big windows. The apartment isnโt by any means low to the ground, with tall buildings framing your vision and the gold tinted water in the distance, youโve certainly earned this particular view.ย
โYou didnโt come here because of the case.โ
Statement, fact, not a question in your voice, just a prompt for him to start talking. Itโs very Hotchner of you to do that, he notes, but he doesnโt dare say it out loud, not yet at least, โI came because youโre a fellow genius, you know how rare that is.โ
More statement over question. With two geniuses in the room the word is absolute, โSo you came for my brain?โ
He tilts his head, thereโs a subtle layer of mischief in your tone, as if youโre testing the waters with him, โI came because I wanted to see what a genius does to shut their brain off. I never really, I wasnโt like you when I was in college. I didnโt make friends, I didnโt have a presence in the university besides being a prodigy and proving that I could handle myself just fine. You do though, you can blend in just fine with the rest of the population.โ
Your eyebrows raise a bit, โYouโre asking me what I do for fun.โ
His cheeks flush, just a little bit, โYes.โ
โDo you swear none of this gets back to Quantico?โ
An opening, not one he intends to waste, โYes. I swear.โ
โAnd youโre wearingโฆ.the worldโs best teachers assistant outfit Iโve ever seen in my life. Sweater vest, khakis, permanent helmet hair, if you want to blend in, we need to find you something different to wear.โ
โWhere exactly are we going?โ
Your smile widens, just a bit as you raise the glass to your lips, โOut.โ
Then the wine is going down the hatch, and in an effort to keep up Spencer tilts his head back too. You shouldnโt be doing this, going out when Natalie is somewhere out there, maybe dead, maybe alive, probably in pain. But thereโs a plan in your mind too, the unsub has clearly been attracted to girls with dark hair and striking features. Beautiful, young, going places and in college. Technically, you fit that description to a textbook definition.ย
Two days before Natalie had gone missing -Thursday- you and her had gone out for a night on the town. You remember the night, the faces you had seen, you want to find familiar ones, because if you do then you can find these faces, run your tests, maybe you can narrow it down. Itโs something you need to do, and it doesnโt matter if youโre drunk, you might black out in the moment, but when you sober up youโll remember it. At least itโs how it works for you.ย
Spencer follows you to your bedroom, your big, wonderful bedroom with the bed unmade and fragrances crowded together on a nightstand that you donโt use. Warm lighting, and a different view of the city. This one is into the city itself, bright twinkling lights, the cars passing below, itโs a sight thatโll haunt you just as much as it brings you peace. Your bed is pushed up next to it, especially with the way the window wraps around to the other side of the wall, itโs insane, and so incredibly worth it.ย
You work on him first, having him sit on your bed as he thinks about what you might do to him. Because even at lunch when it was so clear that you and Hotch were one in the same for certain things, he knows that youโve come into yourself in ways that Hotch would never dream of. Youโve grown up without him, youโre not him. Hence why you tell him to run his fingers through his hair, mess it up a little and to please, please, ditch the sweater vest. He does as told, going so far as to remove his tie as well.ย
โThese will be too big on you, but itโll work, so wear these.โ
Heโs handed a pair of your business slacks, theyโre already loose on you so he knows heโll be almost drowning in them himself, but he does as told, emerging a few minutes later from your bathroom holding the fabric up for dear life. Heโd really like to avoid accidentally dropping his pants in front of you. It makes your teeth poke through when you see him though, a soft snort leaving you as you take the tie he discarded to turn it into a belt. Then for the final touch his shirt gets unbuttoned a little bit, just enough to let go for a second.ย
But after him itโs your turn, and he sits on the bed while you move around your room to assemble an outfit together. It takes thirty minutes, but once youโre done you emerge in all of your early twenties glory. A halter top with no back, no front either if heโs honest, thereโs just mesh that flows around you except it splits in the middle to show off your smooth skin and belly button. The top of it too is low, your tits pushed up and a golden sun charm right in the center. You pair it with jeans that cling to your curves, widening after the knee to brush your feet and floor.ย
Youโre gorgeous, and he definitely shouldnโt be thinking of that but the wine is buzzing pleasantly in his mind, and from an objective point of view, you are beyond a simple aesthetically pleasing description. He watches you as you select your shoes, your jewelry, even the perfume on the nightstand. Thereโs something captivating about how you move around your space, a fluidity to your movements that speaks of practice and excitement.ย
โYou go out often.โ
โMm, I do.โ
Once youโre done with that you grab your shoes and lead him back to the kitchen where this time youโre grabbing two shot glasses, โYou wanted to know how I blended in, well Iโll tell you I donโt usually start with wine, although itโs better at getting people drunk than anybody ever acknowledges.โ
Spencer can attest from the slight disconnect between his mind and body, the little lag between his thoughts. Heโs not a lightweight, but heโs also not a heavy drinker by any means. Liquor like the one youโre pouring into those little cups is something Spencer rarely indulges in. Heโs not like Morgan who takes it with a grin and a kiss and maybe a little something more because alcoholic shots spell for a good time in his opinion.ย
โSo what are you poisoning us with instead?โ
You glance at him as you prepare chasers, you know he wonโt do well without one, โThe simple stuff; Tequila.โ
Tequila isnโt simple stuff in his book, but to you, to a good chunk of the student population, tequila is simple. Tequila comes in the form of cheap indulgence for long lasting effects, it comes with blurred memories and a weightless feeling that young people chase when they start to feel the heavy weight of adulthood creeping in too close for their liking. Spencer indulged in classic literature, puzzles, things that fed his brain until it was too stuffed to take anymore. Not tequila.ย
He drinks it though, drinks it when he knows he shouldnโt because heโs got a job to do and it feels kind of like New Orleans. In that bar when he had a plane to catch but missed on purpose. Except this time he isnโt missing anything because this is where heโs supposed to be. Heโs blending in and he came here for multiple reasons, but amongst them was to try and profile you without profiling you. So he supposes getting to know you is the better term for it.ย
You and him take three shots before you grab your purse, the going out one, and together you both head out to the streets of San Francisco. Itโs a city heโd thought about going to, he liked the idea of it. Closer to his mother, closer to familiar things, but ultimately heโd gone to Quantico, to Virginia and Washington D.C. and became a profiler there. But the glimpse at what it couldโve been is nice, especially when he can smell your scent of coffee, vanilla, cherry, and chocolate.ย
The thoughts of your beauty, of you in general are only amplified with the alcohol coursing through his veins. Itโs wrong, he knows itโs wrong, but from the moment youโd walked through those doors like hell was in the palm of your hand heโd been captivated. Power and precision drove you to the top of the food chain, a place you were most comfortable being, and he liked it. He liked the way you never lowered your gaze to anybody, unafraid of inviting discomfort to the floor.ย
He follows your lead when you pull him into a little ramen restaurant in an alley heโd never think of looking into, but heโs drunk and admittedly hungry so he goes without thinking too much about it. You and he get sat in a small booth where you both have to take your shoes off and settle on the seating which consists of a low table, pillows so neither of your asses go numb, and a private divider between the outside of the booth and inside. Like a personal little bubble, he stretches out because he can, and heโs too drunk to think not to.ย
โSo whatโs this place?โ
You hand him a menu, โFurikake, can you read Japanese?โ
โMmm, not right now, which isnโt great because the whole menuโs in Japanese.โ
He sits up again, slouching onto the table as he peers at the words written down. Everythingโs done by hand, the paper crisp and worn in his hold but most certainly legible. Itโs clear that the restaurant is old but beloved, and well maintained despite its location, โWhat is this place? It feelsโฆnot San Francisco.โ
He watches your lips twitch again, โFurikake is one of the older Japanese restaurants around here, and real Japanese too, not the Americanized version of it. Fresh fish, fresh ingredients, they opened up in the seventies and became a community staple. They have English menus, but you have to ask for one. So it gives you two options, you can either try and figure it out yourself, or you can go through the embarrassment of asking for an English menu. What have you, Doctor Reid?โ
Spencer pouts, he wonโt admit that he is but he most definitely is regardless. Cheeks puffed out and mouth set in a distinctive line, he canโt read Japanese, he can read, speak, and write in Korean (specifically South), but not Japanese. You know Mandarin, English, now Japanese, and heโs interested to know in any others you might have up your sleeve. For now though he pouts because he doesnโt know and thatโs unusual for him.ย
โIโll let you order for me, yeah?โ
Itโs an easy solution, but you give him a pass since heโs clearly feeling the glass of wine and shots from earlier. Once thereโs food in his stomach heโll settle some more and then heโll be ready, but in the meanwhile youโll give him some leniency. The waitress comes by not long after, her smile warm when she greets you and her laughter delicate when you point at Spencer and order for him. He should be embarrassed but the alcohol just makes him laugh, itโs funny even though itโs at his expense. If it makes you crack a grin then youโre happy with it.ย
He hopes that somewhere at the end of the night he can make you smile, but Hotchnerโs are so difficult when it comes to expressing enjoyment. Yet again another trait youโd inherited from Hotch. He doesnโt even know what to call you sometimes, Miss. Hotchner, little Hotchner, heโs definitely not calling you Hotch. Hotch and Hotchner. Two different things, and nobody ever says Hotchner in full when referencing your father. It doesnโt feel right though, like Hotchner doesnโt fit you, at least not yet.ย
He looks up at you from where heโs spilling over the table, hazel eyed bambi through and through as he thinks for a second how you look like an angel with the light behind you making a halo. He shouldnโt be here, drunk and in a private booth with you. Daughter of his boss, an academic equal, heโs curious, always curious, especially about you. Heโd asked what a genius like you did for fun, and youโre getting him drunk for a night on the streets. Heโd be a fool to think youโd stop at a hole-in-the-wall of San Francisco whilst drunk, not when the sun had just gone dark. Itโd be cooler outside now than it was earlier, maybe even with a drizzle.ย
โWhatโd you order us?โ
You give him a look, like he isnโt fooling anybody with his drunken haze, โI got us a few things, youโll see when they get here, Iโll explain as we eat.โ
โAre we sharing?โ
โOf course we are, food was made to share with people.โ
He blinks, itโs not a Hotchner answer, but something else entirely, โDid your mother raise you by those ideals?โ
You nod, โShe did, and Iโm guessing nobody knows who she is?โ
โNuh-uh.โ
โIโll show you a picture then.โ
He blinks again when you pull out a flat screened phone from your bag, swiping a few times to gain access before showing him a picture. The quality isnโt bad, good lighting even though the details arenโt as good as the naked eye but nonetheless itโs a photo of high definition, โIs that the iPhone? They came out with those earlier this year.โ
โMhm, we pre-paid for ours so we didnโt have to worry about not getting one when they were released.โ
โI didnโt know you were rich like that. I thought the red bottoms and fancy jewelry was from your earnings as a prosecutor. Since youโre in the Bay Area they pay you higher, for a woman of your talents they pay higher. But you said โourโ which indicates multiple people, you go to school, Berkeley of all places, you have wines that cost three-hundred dollars in your apartment that you chug without second thought. The ring is generational, you act like old money, so tell me, was Hotch the sugar baby?โ
Being drunk lets him say the most ridiculous things, lets him feel a confidence he only possesses when heโs absolutely certain that heโs got it right when he catches the unsub, when heโs explaining his fields of expertise, that sort of thing. It apparently even lets him accuse Hotch of being a sugar baby and he hopes beyond measure that you donโt tell the man he said that. It would never be forgotten, and heโd spend the rest of his career being reminded of it. But it also gets you to stare at him for a second before a giggle of all things falls from your lips. Forget the smiling, heโs made you giggle.ย
โApologies, itโs just, nobody knows him like you guys do, and I suppose like me as well, so the idea of him as my mothersโ sugar baby is certainly an idea.โ
He groans, pressing the heels of his palms to his eyes, โPlease do not tell him I said that, I think I might be banned from the BAU if you do.โ
โFear not, Iโll keep my lips sealed.โ
โThank you.โ
โAnd for the record, yes, my mother is old money and he married into wealth. Of course he didnโt see a single penny of it from my mother, she refused to ever send a penny to him. Her fathers side of the family owns a firm over here, they were some of the first lawyers in San Francisco and they stayed in San Francisco. My grandmother though, she immigrated over here and when her children grew up theyโd spend a year in San Francisco and a year in her home-country. It was doable, and it allowed her fathersโ family to put roots down in her country.โ
You pause as the door slides open again for the drinks and appetizers, you thank her politely as Spencer perks up at the arrival of food, โThis is wakame, a staple in my opinion, cucumber salad, and okonomiyaki, and we each have a little thing of cold soba.โ
He, over the last few years, had picked up on the art of chopsticks, but in comparison with you itโs not great. You have practice with it, Spencer does too but not like you. His plate gets filled, but itโs not heavy food, itโs light, refreshing, and as you two make your way through the appetizers you continue.ย
โAlright, so now my mother has spent half her life in the homeland, has connections everywhere across the world through her schooling because sheโd spend a year with one friend group and a year with the other. She kept in contact with everyone, just like my aunts and uncles did with their other school friends. Now this results in my family opening up law firms everywhere, literally everywhere, and it certainly helps that weโve been in business for over two-hundred years. But my mother just so happens to be the eldest daughter of her family, which happens to be the main line of inheritors of the firm as a whole.โ
Not just rich. But rich. No wonder you could afford the view of your apartment, and it made him really, really, wonder what Hotchโs life looked like when he was still in the picture. Was he secret glitz and glam, pulling strings from behind the curtain, what was it like to be in a firm like the one your family runs? Old and established, roots in all sorts of places, wealth established in areas he wouldnโt even think of just for the sake of curating a lasting legacy. For a family in San Francisco to hold a title of some of the first means something he wonโt understand beyond what it means on paper.ย
โSo what do you inherit?โ
Your lips twitch, just a bit, โIt means that if I stay here in San Francisco Iโll keep doing well for myself, but Iโll always have family dinner on Sunday. But it also means that if I want to I can pack my things up and leave San Francisco behind. Either option is a good option, and if more family firms pop up in my area then Iโm in charge of them because I was there first. For some reason the family is big on the whole โI was here firstโ thing, so whoever was there from the beginning is the one in charge. Thatโs how it works. For example my grandfather is the one running things here. My oldest uncle is his heir, my mother is his voice of reason, the entire reason why there are still dinners on Sundays.โ
His eyes are practically sparkling, and if you were sober itโd freak you out. However, youโre drunk and he looks rather handsome in the warm lighting despite the way his eyes betray his drunken state and how heโs a tiny bit sweaty. He listens, he understands and beyond that he listens to the things between your sentences because heโs smart, he knows what to listen for. A tight-knit family that loves and cares but itโs a little too tight, a little bit on the edge of perfection that doesnโt allow much give to it. You can leave, theyโll let you, but they wonโt stop reminding you.ย
โThey want you to continue with law, will you?โ
โWherever I go Iโll be with some form of law, I was practically spoon fed it from birth. You know, my-he used to put me to bed by reading his law textbooks. Bedtime law was our hour, exactly sixty minutes heโd sit there and read to me about things like โcapitol offenseโ or my rights. At least once a week we went through the amendment and what random ones stood for, heโd question me at breakfast in the morning without fail.โ
The thought of Hotch reading law textbooks to put you to bed is an image that tugs at him and an image he desperately wishes he couldnโt see. Little raven locked you yawning while Hotch told you about gun rights isnโt something that should give him the urge to cry, but it kind of does. Hotch had been a good father to you then, heโd been kind, heโd been patient, heโd been loving. William had been that too all those years ago, he clears his throat after he swallows a bite of his food.ย
โI, when I was little, my dad would go through all the sports with me, heโd change it up every week. Sometimes it was hockey, sometimes it was bowling, but every Saturday night it was a different sport. I wasnโt interested in sports, but it was one of the few things he could drag me into, especially because he knew itโd keep me quiet and retreat into sleep. That was how we spent Saturdays until he left.โ
You eye him a bit as you sip your drink, and just like that the energy in the booth shifts again. Two peas in the pod you and he. Young geniuses with daddy issues and a little too much in common to ignore. You think of gravity, the pull that turns to revolving, a circle that moves so fast it roots you into place as you stare at what lies between the both of you. It should scare you, but it doesnโt, not this time.ย
โHeโs your boss.โ
โI know.โ
Pull. Force. Attraction. Heโs five years older than you, the co-worker of your estranged father, and yet youโre spilling your guts to him in a private booth like youโve never done before. Itโs a bad idea, a terrible idea, but itโs an idea nonetheless. You know that with enough force, if something revolves fast enough, what gets inside stays inside, the only way out is to be violently flung. So not only a bad idea, but a dangerous one.ย
Youโre rational, you always have been, and so has Spencer. Two geniuses where control over oneself is the only way to live, taken like an oath branded in every decision made. Upon collision all of it flies out the window, thereโs no rational way the chemicals in your brain mix and spark together, no indicator of why. There is though, but you canโt think of it, not like this. Not even when the food is brought does the tension snap, neither of you acting on it, nor acknowledging it, but itโs there. Itโs there.ย
Somehow, you both make it to the club, and because youโre you the line doesnโt apply to you, by extension it doesnโt apply to him either. The inside is loud, bathed in red with smoky lights strobing out to the crowd thatโs on the floor. Thereโs girls in basically nothing with bottles in hand, cheering and laughing as the music blares. You though? Youโre like a fish in water.ย
You take him by the sleeve, making your way to the bar where you greet the bartender with two kisses on the cheek and your lips pulled into an easy smile while you shout something in her ear and hand her your purse. She steps away while you turn to Spencer, eyes already a little lidded as you beckon your head to the floor before you pull him down to yell in his ear, โIโm gonna go dance after a few shots, join me?โ
He nods even though heโs never really danced at a club like this, especially not with a woman like you. Soon enough four shots of something pink is set down in front of you two, right along with two glasses of water and from there itโs a game of keep up for him. You take your shots and down your water, he nearly chokes at the speed, but he manages, and then youโre taking him to the floor.ย
Thereโs too many people, the music too loud, but you begin to dance as you wade through the crowd. Hips starting to shimmy, your shoulders rolling as songs heโd heard on the radio to work start blaring with an edm twist thrown in. He tries, the alcohol helps, but youโre truly something else when you bend over and another girl starts humping you as you grind back on her, ass somehow in motion despite the jeans. Spencer is, undoubtedly, amazed by how you make it look easy. He is also mortified to an extent because youโre you and this was not what he was expecting.ย
Somehow heโd thought you would go to the bar, stay on the outskirts, give a little movement every now and then. Not get down on your hands and throw your ass back or start letting a girl roam her hands over your body. But here you were, grinning as you let a girl touch over your chest, roam her hands down your hip and suckle a hickey onto your neck. Spencer stared because he didnโt know where else to look, and after you parted with the girl you came to him.ย
You looped your arms around his neck, you werenโt grinning, you were just looking at him like the most satisfying puzzle youโd ever had was completed. Instinctively his hands came to your body, first your waist, and as you stepped closer to him, they went lower. He began to rock with your movements, letting the alcohol cloud further judgement when he grabbed a handful of your ass. In the next moment you turned around, pressing yourselves together as one of his hands came to your hip, the other holding your hand.ย
You began to circle your hips whilst pressed to him, grinning as you felt him stiffen a bit beneath you despite the way his body kept moving. He felt good, like something new and exciting all at once in ways you didnโt expect as you moved. You didnโt shut your eyes, instead you looked at every face around you. Youโd remember their faces, you knew you would, but you could also enjoy the good doctor while you were at it. Afterall, you had to sell it if you were going to find Natalie.ย
Spencerโs hand trailed up, skimming your waist until it was creeping up, up, up, squeezing your tit lightly once he had found his target. You shivered under the touch, body moving a little wider, a little bolder as your nipple stiffened under the shirt. He pressed a kiss to your temple, then your jaw, and as you tilted your head your neck, your shoulder, but it was when he bit your neck did you know it was time to go home.ย
He went willingly when you pulled him out of the place, drunkenly making your way back to your home as you clung to his arm, finding yourself in a talkative mood as you walked back to your place. Yet as soon as the door shut it was a different story. You found yourself backed up to the wall while he kissed you, hands roaming freely now that you werenโt under the public eye. Your fingers clumsily undid his buttons, and then his tie which made your pants drop off his waist. But he wasnโt the only one getting stripped down, heโd gotten your pants off, and your shirt was next. Luckily for you both a bra wasnโt involved.ย
You dragged him to your bedroom as the stripping went on, until it was him in just his boxers while he parted your legs easily. The attention to your spread legs made you flush a bit, especially when he eased his way down to kiss at your inner thighs. He looked good like this, city light to illuminate the both of you, hair messed up and face flushed from alcohol. You like the sight of him between your thighs, especially when his mouth finally dips down where you need it to be.ย
His mouth works you exactly how you need it, and he eats like thereโs no greater purpose than to be between your legs. He remembers all the anatomical books heโd read, the sex organs, the seven spots of pressure that create pleasure in a woman's body. Heโd memorized where they were, so when he slips two fingers into you itโs not difficult to press and rub against that little piece in you that has your fingers in a white-knuckle grip on the sheet despite the melanin in your skin. When he moans against your clit, having it in his mouth and his fingers drenched in your cunt you canโt help the way your body shoots itself into an orgasm.ย
You moan because you can, thereโs no neighbors to hear you fall apart as pleasure unfolds you for him. His hands donโt stop wandering over your body, occasionally thumbing your nipple, caressing your side, squeezing your thigh hard enough to leave the vague impressions of his fingers. He presses kisses to your body as he hauls himself up to slot himself between your legs, his own arousal poking at yours, but not quite there yet. He sucks hickies into your skin, a few here, a few there, and then the random bite mark that never fails to make you jolt as pleasure blooms from that particular pain.ย
Finally he makes his way to your mouth, you can taste yourself on his tongue, but you donโt mind it. Not really, not when your fingers can roam over his back, fingernails tracing so lightly on his skin he canโt help but shiver. He draws himself up eventually so he can align himself with your entrance, the blunt head of his dick pressing down and you just know youโll be ruined for any other man's cock after this. Itโs not fair that Spencer has it all in your eyes. Heโs smart, excellent job, and he has a dick that makes your mouth water. Itโs always the nerds you remember, always the nerds that are packing nine or so inches with a girth that tells you youโll need both hands to handle.ย
โIsโฆ.is my dick okay? Youโre staring at it rather intensely."
Your eyes flick up to him and wordlessly, you scoot your hips down a little bit, just enough to get the head in, โSpencer, I swear to god if you donโt put it in my right now Iโm going to flip us over and do the job for you.โ
His eyes widen, but then he grins, the one that tells you heโs just gotten a major confidence boost, and just like that you know youโre going to have the dicking down of your life. He holds your legs down as he eases his way in, the stretch everything you could have asked for, apparent in the way your thighs quiver as he sinks himself into you. Inch after inch vanishing into your straining folds as he seems to split you open, โBreathe for me, okay? Final stretch.โ
You inhale deeply, and when you exhale Spencer pushes the rest of him inside with one thrust. Thereโs no choice but for you to open up to him except it nearly makes you shriek from the burst of stinging pleasure, the pressure in you nearly unbearable as his full length sits inside of you. You can feel every vein, ridge, every time he twitches or shifts. His thumb lazily circles your clit as you adjust to him, helping loosen you up a bit more, โYou still with me?โ
โYes.โ Somehow you manage to choke out an answer, itโs not strong by any means but youโd gotten it out, and thatโs what matters. He smiles, leaning down to kiss your jaw, โYouโre doing so good for me, want me to move now?โ
โPlease.โ
โGood girl.โ
His praise makes you shudder, but thereโs no time for that when he drags part of himself out before pushing back in. You may be quiet when getting eaten out, when youโre in the midst of foreplay, but as soon as you get a dick stuck up your cunt? All that control over your words and embarrassing noises fly right out the window. With Spencer all you can do is take it, take the rhythm he sets and feel his hands on your body, touching you like he worships you.ย
Youโre not as drunk as you were before, but youโre tipsy enough to where the edges blur a bit and the pleasure only gets heightened by the lowered inhibitions you wear tonight. One of his hands comes to stroke your cheek, cradling it there and you lean into it, going so far as to kiss his palm whilst staring directly at him. Your hands move up then, pulling him down to where you can drag your fingernails all over his back, drawing thin red lines on his pale flesh. He whines when you scratch at the nape of his neck, or when you bite down on his shoulder.ย
In a move that can only be described as bold you latch your lips to his wrist to suckle a hickey on his skin there. Truthfully, you didnโt know if itโd be one of his sensitive spots, you guessed it might be, and with the way he all but collapses onto you, whimpering with a fresh bruise right there, you know youโve nearly shot him to the edge. Your fingers drag up his back, to his hair, tugging it until he looks at you with those big watery eyes of his, โSpence.โ
He sighs at the call of his name, โSweetheart.โ
Intimate, itโs too intimate, but you both let it happen anyway because with two geniuses in the room all self-restraint goes out the door. Heโs still moving in you, still chasing that high, youโre getting close to it, you know he is too, โWant it inside, please?โ
He kisses you as an answer, hands gripping your hips so hard you know thereโs going to be purple prints left behind. The orgasms, when they do arrive, are strong enough to make you two go boneless as pleasure clouds your visions for a second. Your pussy wrapped tight around him, milking him for all he has to offer and his dick twitching inside of you as he empties himself. For a moment you both lay there, nothing but bodies lax with post-orgasm bliss and the pleasant buzz of alcohol coursing through both of you. Then the spell must be broken by getting up to pee and shower because youโre both disgusting.ย
Thereโs the spell of the night when the consequences of tomorrow havenโt arrived yet, quiet and lovely because for these spare hours it is just you and he and nothing else matters. For a few hours the world outside of your apartment doesnโt exist, it doesnโt matter, itโs you, him, the mountain of combined daddy issues and the urge to fuck each other stupid. Because geniuses make other geniuses stupid.ย
For the night you two fall into bed with each other, acknowledging that gravity level draw that had you both in the club tonight, from a private booth in a pocket of Japan to you crying out for his dick in your unmade bed. Tomorrow will be a crucial day in order to find Natalie, youโll be throwing everything you have into it, and so will Spencer, so will everybody. Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow-
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Tomorrow. Spencer scrambles when the alarm goes off, and so do you. Heโd fallen asleep with you curled up on him and heโd woken up to your back pressed against him with his arm slung over your waist. Heโs got thirty minutes to get to the hotel, get changed, and hopefully avoid the prying eyes of the team because he knows that youโve marked him up good, and he did a number on you as well. Thankfully, heโs so very thankful, itโs fall which means long sleeves and high collars.ย
You grumble when he stirs but he presses a kiss to your head and murmurs that heโll see you in a few hours. You sigh, tugging him down for a proper kiss before waving him off, โGo, go, see you soon.โ
Then just like that you drop back to sleep, he snorts at the sight before pulling on his clothes from the night before, but not just his clothes, the clubbing clothes. Heโd done it absentmindedly, and then he does his walk of shame back to the hotel room, heโd been put up with Morgan, but Spencer hadnโt come back during the night. Unfortunately for Spencer thereโs really not enough time to get in the shower or bathroom to change properly, itโs more a mad scramble of other things.ย
Which means when he peels his shirt off Derek Morgan gets the full view of his back and how youโve borderline claimed him via fingernail scratches. He freezes when Morgan whistles, a low sound thatโs prideful, letting him know heโs absolutely been caught, โI was wondering where you were at last night, didnโt realize you were having a night, I thought you were going to visit little Hotchner?โ
This is territory that Spencer absolutely cannot fall into, but thereโs also no way in hell that heโs going to be able to hide this from him, not with Garcia on the other end that can trace him to where heโd spent the night, โOh, I did see her, I talked with her a little bit and found out that Natalie and her went clubbing a few days ago. She took me to the club that they were at, and I uh, I got distracted at the end.โ
Morgan raises his brow, โDistracted, by whom?โ
โOh, you know, some girl, donโt remember her name or anything like that. Did you know the statistics of a relationship happening after a one night stand are actually higher than people would think? An average median of 28% of one-night stands lead to successful relationships, which is really interesting because-โ
โSpencer.โ
His mouth clicks shut as he finishes tugging his pants on, โYeah?โ
He hates how his voice goes quiet, how meek he sounds because itโs not hard to put the pieces together, โIf I call Garcia and ask her where you were last night is she going to tell me you were at Hotchโs daughtersโ apartment?โ
Spencer sighs, shoulders slumping, โI didnโt plan on it.โ
Morgan groans, running his hands down his face, โOh no you are into her. I knew it, I knew it, I knew it, but I didnโt think you two would jump each other like that! What happened last night?โ
Now itโs Spencerโs turn to groan as he speed brushes his teeth, quickly spitting it out before rising his mouth, โI went over intending to ask her about the case, about any personal details she might have omitted because she might not have wanted to say something due to Hotch being there. I mean, we all saw how lunch went down yesterday. Iโve never seen two people want to be there with each other so badly and be so miserable about it. I came over, she poured wine, we ended up at the club, at a restaurant, and then we got super drunk and came home, then we fucked each other, and now Iโm never going to be able to look Hotch in the eye.โ
โDid you at least find out anything from the club?โ
Spencer shakes his head, frowning, โI didnโt find anything, but she did.โ
He grabs his bag, following Morgan out the door, โI know she was there to scan the area, see if there were any familiar faces in the crowd that mightโve been there when she went with Natalie. Her memory, sheโs got hyperthymesia meaning she can recall just about every single detail of every day of her life perfectly. You can ask her what she was doing February 7, 1994 and she can tell you what she did. She can give you faces, what people said to her, what she ate and how she felt that day. She can look back at her memories and see whatโs there, review it like footage but itโs her memory.โ
โThatโs more detailed than your eidetic memory.โ
He smiles at the comment, โI know, I think itโs fascinating though. Mine isnโt even scientifically proven despite my existence and hers is rare enough that thereโs three other people who have been diagnosed with it.โ
โMeaning sheโs basically a walking recorder. But specifically through her eyes.โ
โExactly, her mind is incredible, sheโs like the ultimate witness.โ
The paused at the elevator, not yet going down as Morgan turned to look at Spencer, an unfamiliar glint in his eye, โLast night wasnโt a one time thing, was it?โ
Spencer pauses, he remembers the way heโd touched on you last night, the way youโd tugged him close as if he might just up and leave you after the act was done. He knows what itโs like, he knows what you need, and in turn you know what he needs, โI donโt think so. Will you, are you going to tell Hotch?โ
โNah man, Iโm not about to be the postman of your murder.โ
Reassurance had always been Morganโs strong suit.ย
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Emily gives him a look once he appears, โI heard you didnโt come back last night.โ
Spencer shrugs, โHad a night.โ
Morgan grins, because he might not be able to tease Spencer on who he slept with, but he can tease him over the fact that it happened, โOur doctor over here certainly did have a night. Boy came in running, Iโve never seen so much damage done by fingernails and teeth.โ
Their eyebrows shot up as Spencerโs face reddened, โIt wasnโt that bad.โ
โOh yeah? Show them your wrist, pretty boy.โ
โDerek.โ
He laughed, thumping Spencer on the back as the team moved out, โDonโt worry, weโre happy for you.โ
Hotch wouldnโt be when he found out who was on the receiving end of Spencerโs night out, but what he didnโt know wouldnโt hurt him. They stop for coffee along the way, and an hour into getting to their room you roll up. This time youโre fully covered but nobody thinks twice about it because of the weather outside. You glance at Spencer, a silent confirmation to not say a single word about the night prior. Hotch glances at you, taking note of the circles hidden underneath the concealer and the way youโre sitting a bit tensely, โDid you sleep alright?โ
Spencer locks his gaze in on Morgan, who busies himself with his files as you nod, โYes, I was just out late though. I went to the club Natalie and I went to two days before she vanished to see if I could spot a familiar face. I found two people who were within a twenty foot proximity that were also in the same area when Natalie and I were there.โ
โDo you have names?โ
โGive me a second.โ
You go still, eyes glazing over for a second as you pick a memory to review, and after a few minutes you nod, โBrian Fishner and Jacob Teems. Brianโs a psych major, Jacob is classical art. Brianโs a senior, Jacobโs a sophomore. Brianโs about 6โ2, 180-185 pounds, heโs into streetwear. Jacobโs around 5โ9, 130-135 pounds, heโs creative with his clothes.โ
The names get written down as Morgan flips his phone open, โHey babygirl, weโve got two names I need you to look into, you ready? Brian Fishner and Jacob Teems. Alright, thank you sugar.โ
He snaps the phone shut, โAlright, now where would they be?โ
You tilt your head, โBrianโs probably at home, Jacob could be anywhere. Brian was still at the club when I left, Jacob left earlier. Donโt ask me their schedules or where their addresses are, I donโt keep tabs on everyone.โ
โNoted, how do we want to do this?โ
Hotch pursed his lips, โWe split into two teams, one will go to Brianโs apartment, the other will find Jacob and pull him in for a conversation. Natalieโs parents are giving a statement later today, around two PM. If weโre following the unsubs patterns then today is Natalieโs last day, we need to find her by tonight.โ
You try not to flinch at his words, itโs just the truth, but nonetheless it hurts to hear. Youโd held yourself together through the ordeal, but knowing that youโre so, so close to losing one of your best friends is something you didnโt think youโd be dealing with at twenty-two. All you want is to feel her arm pressed against yours and her infectious laughter as you and her hang out in your apartment. Shopping, hair, nails, you and her had been two peas in a pod.ย
Youโd met Natalie in Freshman year in line for a party, youโd both decided to go out by yourselves, and along the way had met each other, and other people too. Three times of running into each other at the club youโd both exchanged numbers and the rest was history. She was the kind of friend that you knew with absolute certainty that sheโd be a bridesmaid and contender for maid of honor. Now she was somewhere out there, and if dawn broke the next morning without her you knew youโd wake up to her corpse on campus.ย
With this in mind, you step outside to make a call, phone already pulled up as you reach for your other friend, Rumi, who you met at the club with Natalie in Freshman year. He picks up on the second call, breathless, โSorry I was in class, whatโs going on? Is there an update?โ
For the first time in years your breathing goes a bit shaky, โItโs, it doesnโt look good right now. I went back to the club to see if there was anybody familiar, there was, and weโre looking into them now. But itโs just, today's the deadline.โ
โThe deadline?โ
โAccording to the FBI the unsub has a pattern, every fourth day the corpse shows up on campus. But during those three days the victim is alive. But come nightfall theyโre killed. We have less than twelve hours to find this guy.โ
โOh my god. Thatโs, how are you holding up?โ
โI think Iโm going insane, just a little bit.โ
โWant me to come get you?โ
โNo, no, I need to help with this investigation. Itโll increase the chances of us finding Nattie if Iโm a present consultant.โ
โI forgot, your dad is on the team too, isnโt he?โ
โHe is.โ
โHow is it?โ
โWeird, god itโs weird. Heโs got wrinkles in his face, there's grey hair, if I stand in front of him with my heels I can look him in the eye instead of looking up. Itโs like, I catch myself doing things that he does too, and I know we donโt look very much alike but heโll make a face and itโs my face too, itโs weird. Really weird.โ
โI canโt imagine, Iโm sorry.โ
โDonโt be, just, would you do me a favor?โ
โOf course.โ
โGet the friend group together, Iโll come by later, Iโll give a rundown of what goes down today and deliver the verdict after, okay?โ
โI can do that, what time were you thinking?โ
โLetโs do six, that sounds good?โ
โPerfect, Iโll see you at six, my place or yours?โ
โWe can do mine, you have a spare key.โ
โGreat because mine is a disaster.โ
You chat with him for a few more minutes before you call your mother, she takes a few rings to answer, but eventually she does, โHi baby, you doing okay?โ
Her voice makes you want to cry, all you want is to see your mom, to hug her and breathe her scent in, but youโre in college, youโve been in college, youโre grown. Supposedly, โHi Ma, I-I really want to see you.โ
โWe can do that, how about tonight?โ
โCan we do tomorrow? Iโm, if today doesnโt go right then Iโll be with my friends.โ
You can practically see the way her face morphs on the other end, โOf course, how about we grab lunch tomorrow, noon?โ
โYes, yes, please. I-did you know Dad was going to be here?โ
Sheโs silent on the other end, just for a second and itโs enough to tell you that yes, she knew, โHave you told my brothers their dad is in town?โ
โNo. Not yet.โ
You shift uneasily, โWill you tell them?โ
She sighs, โI donโt know, they were, they were so young when he left. They donโt remember things like you do.โ
โMama nobody remembers things like I do. You need to ask them if they want to meet him, thatโs their choice.โ
โI know it is but Aaron, heโs-heโs him. God thereโs so much of him I canโt think straight. Not when it comes to your dad.โ
You know it too, you know how your parents' marriage panned out from when you were a baby to now, you remember the details, you remember the words. Youโd watched them love each other and then youโd watched them hate each other. Theyโd loved each other, deeply, enough to have three children together within three years of one another. There was going to be a wedding, and you knew, you knew like you knew your measurements that if the BAU hadnโt called your mother would have met him at the altar.ย
โYou really think I should ask them?โ
โYes. Theyโre old enough to make these kinds of choices for themselves. Theyโre twenty Mama, theyโll be mad if you donโt offer the chance to them.โ
โWill you tell them?โ
โMama.โ
โSorry, sorry, I know itโs not your job to be your father.โ
You love your mother, sheโs friend and guardian rolled in one and sometimes it works, sometimes it doesnโt. Despite her intelligence, despite her confidence, her everything, she never could figure out how to deal with Hotch. Those first few years after Hotch left, really left, your mother was a wreck. Sheโd never admit that she was, she wouldnโt acknowledge those years really. If you thought it was bad when you were a kid it was downright horrendous as a teenager.ย
Sheโd realized upon your second graduation, the one from law school when you were seventeen, that she spiraled hard. Your brothers were fourteen, just starting high school, and you were working your first year of the firm. At some point youโd moved out to an apartment and taken your brothers with you, it was after your stepfather divorced from your mother and took what he could with your stepsiblings. He did what he could for you and your full brothers but with mouths to feed on his side he couldnโt fully take care of you all.ย
Eventually sheโd gotten better and you could finally breathe again. Youโd been the twinsโ primary caretaker, mother and older sister forced to be one person. Itโd been an interesting time to say the least. The three of you grew closer than ever, but it also saw the three of you grow up way too much without the safety net you all needed. It was without contest the absolute lowest point of your life.ย
โTell them within the hour, weโre going to lunch together, okay?โ
She sniffles, it makes your heart ache because thatโs your mother, the strongest woman you know, and your father has made her cry again despite their lack of interaction, โIs he with you now? Aaron?โ
โWeโre in the same building, why?โ
โLet me talk to him.โ
โMama it is not the time for this, Natalie is missing and we cannot be distracted right now.โ
โBaby please, just five minutes, I need five minutes.โ
โLunch. Youโll have a whole lunch later, youโll have it tomorrow. Now Mama I have to go. If we canโt find Nattie by sundown sheโs going to turn up tomorrow morning as one of those god-awful corpse statues. I-I canโt see her like that, I canโt. So can we please put a pause on our feelings until we know Natalie is safe? Look, if by sundown weโve found her Iโll call you back, Iโll put him on for you, and you can talk to him all night long. But not right now. Please?โ
Sheโs silent for a long moment on the other end and fuck how you want to cry. Unbidden, your eyes start to tear up, you hate fighting with your mother. You argue with people for a living but you canโt tell your mother no without feeling like youโre getting the shit kicked out of you. Finally, you hear her breathe, โYouโre right, youโre right, Iโm sorry. Iโll see you at lunch tomorrow, Iโll ask the boys, they might call you later. Iโll send you an address.โ
Your head tips back, eyes shutting in relief, โThank you Mama, and if they do call Iโm available after eleven, I canโt promise Iโll be in the right state to pick up the phone.โ
โIโll let them know, itโs okay, I promise itโs okay.โ
โI miss her Mama, I miss her so much.โ
โI know you do, but youโll see her soon.โ
You will see her soon, she just might not be alive. With a new blanket of misery cloaking your being you make your way back to the room where you plop down, not bothering to hide your displeasure. Hotch arches a brow at you, โIs everything okay?โ
He doesnโt flinch when you look at him, mouth downturned even as you speak, โEverythingโs perfect, and heads up, Mamaโs coming to lunch tomorrow, she might bring the twins.โ
โAre you serious?โ
โShe said sheโd text where weโre going to meet.โ
โCan she still not let anybody pick where to eat when going out?โ
โWhat do you think?โ
Hotch grunts in acknowledgement, lip curled in mild disgust as he waves his hand, โText the address to me later, Iโll be there. You said the twins might come?โ
You shrug, โThey might, Mama hasnโt told them youโre here.โ
โShe hasnโt?โ
โThey have like max three memories of you, they were two when you left. Mama was on the verge of making me play messenger and delivering the news to them that their dad who they havenโt seen in a decade is in the city. But can we please focus? My friend is dead as soon as that sun dips below the horizon.โ
Spencer clears his throat, โGarciaโs on line one.โ
Hotch reaches over, and then her voice is there, โI, the faithful messenger you all adore, have come with some information, but not a lot. Brian Fishner checks out, he had an alibi and was at the club well into three am, past the time of Natalie vanishing. Jacob Teems however has no alibi, heโs not seen anywhere and the contacts in his phone were all nowhere near to him or with him.โ
Thereโs a pause, and then, โWait is femme Hotchner in the room with us?โ
Hotch tilts his head from you to the call, and you clear your throat, โAre you Garcia?โ
โOh my god youโre real, youโre so real. I didnโt believe them at first, youโre really Hotchโs flesh and blood?โ
โUnfortunately.โ
She laughs, Hotch does not, you decide you like Garcia, โWell, well, I expect photos and comparisons and nobody is getting out of it. You hear me?โ
โI do.โ
Then you throw yourself into the case, head tilting back as you recall the events from the last time you saw Natalie. Spencer eyes you carefully, clearly youโre on edge, the looming loss of Natalie creeping over you faster than you can process. Youโve worked really, really hard on the case. Tonight will be difficult for you, no matter what it is thereโs no getting around the fact that some part of you will break. Theyโre just waiting for the shoe to drop. But in the meanwhile you sharpen your focus, filtering, sorting, your memory and intellect are a dangerous combo in a situation like this.ย
Spencer nudges your thigh, โWhatโs Natalieโs favorite coffee shop?โ
You glance at him, โShe liked going to Chai House when she wasnโt on campus, but on campus she preferred going to Baker and Commons. Thursdays were reserved for coffee study sessions.โ
โItโs Thursday, what time did she usually go?โ
โAround two, sheโd stay until five.โ
Hotch nods at him, โGo to the one she frequented outside of campus, Morgan and Emily can set up shop in the one on campus. Donโt stay longer than three-thirty, weโre getting close but not close enough.โ
It was around eleven when you got a new phone call, one from Katalina, you answered her easily, stepping outside when you did, โWhatโs up?โ
โRumi said to gather at your apartment, at six, he said it wasnโt looking good. Iโm with Veronica right now, we just, whatโs going on?โ
You swallow because itโs the one thing you can do, โWeโre trying to narrow down who it is. You know that.โ
โI know, but seriously, this is-how bad is it? Is Nat coming home or not?โ
Your eyes shut, โI donโt know. Itโs, I think we need to prepare for the worst.โ
Sheโs silent for a moment, โYou donโt think sheโs coming home.โ
โI donโt think I know anything right now.โ
โYouโre literally a genius, your LSAT scores match your IQ, youโre on degree number four and youโre twenty-two. How can you not know whatโs going on? Why canโt you find her? Whatโs wrong?โ
โKatalina Iโm trying over here, Iโm pouring everything I have into finding Natalie. Youโre frustrated? How do you think I feel?โ
โI think youโre sitting on your ass.โ
โExcuse me?โ
โCameron was at the club last night, so were you. What could you possibly need to find while grinding against the FBI agent closest to you in age?โ
You struggle to get your thoughts in order, just for a second, โKatalina I was blending in, we both were. Natalie and I were at the club two days before she vanished. I saw two people there who were also in a twenty-foot proximity to us that night there again. You think I went to the club because I thought I could use some fun? Like I just want to forget that somewhere out there our friend is getting fucking murdered?โ
โI think you want to forget a lot of things, doesnโt surprise me you know, with your dad being there and all. Bet you feel like youโre five again, huh? Daddyโs little girl who sits on his lap and reads her big girl books. Are you gonna fall apart when he inevitably leaves again?โ
You try telling yourself itโs grief, itโs justified anger and sheโs just saying things because sheโs upset, but youโre tired of being the level headed one. Youโre so sick of being the voice of reason, the one who drives people home from the club, the one making sure people are hydrated, โFuck you.โ
โWhat?โ
The disbelief in her voice satisfies something in you, only fueling the everย
growing pit of rage thatโs been slowly starting to bubble in your stomach, โYou heard me Katty. Fuck. You. If one of us ever goes missing I better see you sitting front row working the case, I know Iโll be there. But where the hell are you going to be? Because itโs been three days since Natalie went missing, and the most Iโve heard from you is about how you have to paint a banner for your sorority. Color theory got your tongue?โ
Without waiting for a reply you end the call and step back into the room, Morgan raises his brows at you, โSounded pretty serious out there. You ever say fuck before?โ
Your cheeks warm, โApologies. I let my feelings get the better of me.โ
โNo, no, Iโm sure whatever youโve said was warranted.โ
That makes your face sour, โSheโs always been great about pointing out everyone else's weak points but when it comes to her own self she canโt take the criticism. At least I know Iโm a frigid bitch.โ
Hotch clears his throat, โLanguage.โ
You roll your eyes, going boneless in your chair as your brows furrow, โWait, did Katalina have an alibi for when Natalie went missing?โ
Emily pauses her reading to look up at you, โAre you putting your friend as a suspect?โ
โKatalina was with us that night at the club. She left before us, and said she was going home with a guy. But Katalina never mentioned anything about him the next day, which is odd, since she always recounts her one-night stands in detail. Sheโs been more focused on her sorority than Natalie, and now she calls me with the intention of throwing me off.โ
Hotch sighs, โYour anger at your friend isnโt enough to warrant her as a potential suspect. Although the information is convenient, are you absolutely sure that you want to throw her under the bus like that?โ
You glance at him, โTake this out of personal perspective. Does she look like a potential unsub?โ
โWith that information, yes, but that is besides the point. You and her get in a fight and you accuse her of kidnapping a mutual friend? Did she even have connections to the other girls on campus?โ
โSorority life, all the other girls were part of sororities.โ
Hotch hesitates, taking a look around the rest of the team, โIโm not promising anything, but Iโll have Garcia look into her.โ
โThank you.โ
โWhat did she say to you that warranted such a strong reaction? Clearly she got under your skin.โ
They all very pointedly try to make it look like they arenโt listening to a damn word when you purse your lips, โIt was about you.โ
โMe?โ
โShe asked what I was going to do when you inevitably leave again. There was other stuff, but that was the main question.โ
You hold your hand up when he opens his mouth, body shutting off away from him, โDonโt answer her question yet. You can tell me later, whatever you decide canโt possibly do more damage than what came around the first time.โ
He relents, backing down and away after a moment where it looks like he might leap, โAlright. Tomorrow, at lunch, weโll discuss it with your mother.โ
โOkay.โ
Youโre too strung out to argue against anything at the moment. Natalie is almost on the cusp of being gone completely, Katalina is picking fights with you, and thereโs almost an unsub, almost a name to be held accountable. But itโs not enough. Time slips past you as you review the names of everyone interviewed. Sculpture students, professors, her friends, you included.ย
Itโs weird to see your profile there, your student ID and then right beside it your name, Hotchner written down just as it always is but it still feels wrong. You donโt know why you kept the name, your mother had offered to change it, but you refused. Now itโs on a case file for your friend, โWhen will you bring her in for an interview?โ
โAs soon as we can, what else could make Katalina the unsub?โ
You shut your eyes, retreating into the space of memory for a second before you look at your father, โAre you sure itโs just one unsub?โ
The question makes the room go still as Hotch tilts his head at you, โGo on.โ
You glance at the bodies pinned up on the wall, โThese were sorority girls, this one, Jennifer Thompson, was the secretary for her sorority, Delta Zeta. Maria Ramirez was chair of Philanthropy, Rosey Blank was vice-president of Delta-Sigma. Natalie was treasurer for Pi Beta Phi. All of them held a position of power in their sorority. Whoever is targeting them is making a cabinet of corpses. Meaning the next victim is going to be someone of importance to a sorority, youโre looking at the President or recruitment officer since the other four slots have been filled.โ
The realization makes your body go taut as you take it in, โA sorority girl who ran for a position of importance but didnโt make it. Katalina ran for recruitment officer and lost to Brianna DeMarcos. Katalinaโs made banners for her sorority for the past four years, sheโs been the one putting things together, making things pretty. Didnโt we say the unsub was an underappreciated artist?โ
โBut who's kidnapping the girls and murdering them? I doubt Katalina is doing all of that.โ
โEvery woman with sex appeal knows that all you have to do is find the guy who nobody pays attention to for your dirty work. You bat your eyes, tease him, give him the illusion you need him, that youโll repay him however he likes, as long as he does this favor for you. You used to tell me that in a duo who murders thereโs always a dominant and submissive partner. Katalina is the dominant partner, the guy is the submissive and sheโs using him to kill the girls. She picks them out, she lures them in because sheโs a sister, sheโs welcoming, friendly, nobody thinks twice about a sister asking them for help or joining up. Katalinaโs a chemistry major, sheโs got access to chemicals that make easy date-rape drugs or substances that impair judgement, making the victim pliant, maybe a bit disoriented. Easy to drag off.โ
You tap the first pose, โSheโs forcing them into demeaning positions because she feels insulted. The higher the position of power the more degrading the pose becomes. Sheโsโฆ.coming to my apartment tonight.โ
Your body turns to look at Hotch, โIโm president of Phi Alpha Delta. Just like you were.โ
โYouโre a target then.โ
โShe called me to throw me off my game. She used the points that she knew would hurt me.โ
โSo youโll slip up, it can be blamed on the heat of the moment but it adds up too well, she knew youโd figure it out eventually.โ
โBecause Iโm too close to the case, I told her we were close to figuring it out. She asked how I couldnโt know who it was, she asked how I couldnโt figure it out. She didnโt ask for Natalieโs sake.โ
โShe asked because sheโs upset you havenโt figured it out yet.โ
โSheโs an underappreciated artist.โ
โYouโre the president, youโre the one with all the recognition, sheโs upset about it. She wants you to recognize her.โ
โBecause Iโm the end goal.โ
Hotchโs frown deepens, โBecause youโve been a target this entire time. Youโve been the target.โ
You nod once, like it's a fact, โHow do you want to do this then? We rush her then she might have her guy go ahead and kill Natalie, and this is assuming sheโs still alive. We donโt rush her and she might kill Natalie herself.โ
โItโll look suspicious if we call her to the station, she might not even show up if we do, especially if it becomes apparent we know.โ
โSo we act like nothing is wrong?โ
โExactly, youโre going to go home and grieve with your friends, weโre going to wait outside and as soon as youโre in weโre going to get her.โ
โWhat about Natalie?โ
โDoes Katalina have an apartment?โ
โNo, she lives in the sorority house. If Natalieโs being held anywhere itโs the submissive partner's place.โ
โShe wouldโve seeked a guy out with his expertise in human anatomy and sculpting.โ
โSo a guy who studies the human body but loves art. He doesnโt go to Berkeley if thatโs the case, he probably goes to UCSF, theyโre nationally ranked for the med programs. But he probably does sculpting or art here in Berkeley. We have a program, Berkeley Art Studio, it offers various classes and is open to the public so anybody can join a class. Katalina signs up for sculpting, she finds a guy perfect for her needs, she mightโve even made him into what she needed in order to get her way. Itโs just a bonus that heโs from a different university.โ
Hotch turns to Morgan, โGet Garcia on the line.โ
A few moments later her voice is there, โWhat can I do for you people way beyond the indignity of a frat party?โ
โGarcia, I need you to access the list of people who took a sculpting class through Berkeley Art Studio, narrow it down to students, and from there pre-med students in UCSF.โ
โSpecific concentration?โ
โSurgery.โ
โIโll get back to you with what I can.โ
โThank you.โ
Hotch turns back to you, โDo you have a gun?โ
You give him a look, โOf course I do, who do you take me for? I have a revolver in my purse.โ
โGood, you might have to use it tonight.โ
โFantastic, just what I wanted to hear.โ
โYouโre inviting the unsub into your apartment, Iโm not taking any risks.โ
โDo I get to arrest her?โ
โYou donโt have that power despite being a prosecutor.โ
โCan I tell her sheโs going to be arrested?โ
โFine.โ
Your nerves despite being raised smooth themselves over. You know whatโll happen tonight, you know what might come, โWhat do we do if things donโt go according to plan?โ
โWe adapt.โ
โReassuring.โ
He sighs, โYouโll be surrounded by law enforcement as soon as the party begins. Weโre a call away and weโll also send you in with an earpiece so we can listen in on the conversation. If things start going south then weโll be ready.โ
You eye him, โAre you also going to be there?โ
โI will be.โ
Marginally, you relax. It aggravates you that knowing heโll be there is a comfort, but knowing whatโs going to go down tonight is different. You might have to shoot somebody, youโre going to face Katalina, cry over Natalie and watch as she cries over her too despite knowing the truth. Nobody else knows and you intend to keep it that way if youโre going to pull this off. The day moves on, fast and slow and then thereโs the coffee shop, that just gets turned into a discussion of the plan.ย
An hour before the deadline you stand, brushing your clothes off from invisible dust as you grab your things, โI need to go prepare for people tonight.โ
Before Hotch can speak you cut him off, โAnd before you make me recite the plan or what I need to do Iโve had these procedures memorized since I was three.โ
He relents with a tip of his head, โAlright, but at the first sign of something suspicious you tell us, thatโs an order, understand?โ
โI do. Iโll see you later.โ
You step away from the building, from the safety net that youโve subconsciously reattached to Hotch. You think of calling your mother again, maybe one of your brothers. Tell them whatโs happening, that no matter what tonight entails youโre always thinking of them. You think of Spencer, the way his ankle had tangled with yours under the table and he brought you your preferred order from the coffee shop without asking. He could be something, he could be nothing. You think of your father, stoic in his ways, serious like he hadnโt been when you were a kid, and how you want him to tell you everything will be alright again.ย
Hotch doesnโt do well with promises though, no Hotchner does. Thereโs no guarantee about how tonight will fare. If Natalie will be found alive, if youโll walk away without blood stained hands. You donโt know, nobody knows, but what matters is that youโve found an unsub, and youโre inviting her in tonight.ย
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Katalina finds you ten minutes into your walk home, her face deceptively apologetic as you shift uneasily, โKat?โ
โIโm sorry, about earlier. I wasnโt thinking right and it was wrong of me to say.โ
Pretend like nothingโs amiss. Thatโs a rule, and one you intend to follow through. Your face softens, โI know itโs difficult, sheโs our friend.โ
Relief bleeds through her body language, you doubt itโs because youโve forgiven her, โI know, itโs just, we havenโt seen much of you at all these past few days and then you go out last night with that guy looking like youโre having the time of your life. It was jarring to see that.โ
You raise your brow at her, โI thought Cameron saw us, were you there too?โ
โNo, but he sent a video.โ
โMm, I see.โ
โDid you sleep with him? The agent?โ
โI did.โ
โThat didnโt distract you from the case?โ
You shake your head, allowing a little smile to grace your face, โIโd say it helped us focus if Iโm honest.โ
โWhatโs his name?โ
โSpencer, heโs fun.โ
โHe looked fun, looked at you like he wanted to devour you.โ
โWell, he kinda did.โ
She gasps, but thereโs laughter in her voice and if you didnโt know what you do now it would feel like any other day after class or work. The mood sobers quickly though when she nudges your side, โWhat are you planning for tonight?โ
You resist the urge to dock her in the face and demand what she has planned for tonight. If sheโll laugh when Natalie gets hacked to pieces, if sheโll gasp in awe when the statue is complete.ย
โI was going to make us something easy, something comforting. You want to help?โ
โIf youโll let me.โ
โFor Natalie, Iโll make an exception. Letโs go get groceries.โ
โIโll pay for them then since youโll be doing the cooking.โ
For the most part itโs normal, youโre just two girls doing some grocery shopping in the most expensive luxury grocery store that sits between campus and your apartment. You get to shop there because you have money in your pockets, lots of money, and because you used to take Natalie there for a sweet treat every now and then. She had loved the baklava, and considering the fact that you arenโt going to bake that, you buy a sheet of it because you can.ย
Itโs five when you get to your apartment, and once the key unlocks you feel the heavy weight of knowing itโs too late. The sky is darkening outside, thereโs maybe thirty minutes left of daylight before darkness takes over completely. You and Katalina both know thereโs not even an hour left for Natalie, and you just hope that your father has figured out where sheโs being held.ย
Nonetheless you begin to cook, a dance you find comfort in. You know exactly whatโs in what, when to add things, how to cook other ingredients for maximum flavor profile. Guests will be arriving soon, you know some will be in tears, others will keep themselves strong. You get a text from Hotch once, a simple weโre in the area and your heart wants to hammer but you keep calm.ย
You pause your cooking when the text comes through as you turn to Katalina, โDo you mind watching the stove while I pee?โ
โOf course not, you go.โ
Quietly you slip away to the kitchen so you can text him back, โKatalina is in here with me, guests are due to arrive in a few minutes.โ
Thereโs a ping a few seconds later, Spencer this time, โYour dad looks ready to crawl out of his skin.โ
You canโt imagine what that might look like to them, what they might be witnessing from their fearless leader. You finish up your business before coming back to the kitchen, Cameron is there now. Red hair and pale skin, his lip trembles when he sees you, โIs it true?โ
Cameron is innocent, you know it like you know your memory. He reminds you of one of your younger twin boys, a bit of naive innocence clinging to him despite everything, โItโs true.โ
โOh. Oh.โ
You grab a tissue wordlessly when the tears start to spill over, โI-I didnโt think itโd be true.โ
โItโs alright, I didnโt want to believe it either.โ
He hugs you, face pressed to the crook of his neck as he falls apart for a fewย
minutes. You let him because youโre falling apart a little bit too, you donโt have confirmation on Natalie, you donโt have confirmation on everything. To top it off the offender is standing three feet away from you cooking on your stove acting like she feels remorse for whatโs going on. You have to pull away first, smoothing some of his hair back as you wipe the tears away with a tissue, โI need you to be strong for a little bit longer, can you do that?โ
Cameron nods, although heโs still sniffling, โI can do that, but can I ask why you were at the club yesterday?โ
Youโd slipped away to the bathroom to put your earpiece in, so now you know that whatever you say they can hear, โI was undercover for a little bit, I needed to scope out the club to see if there was anybody familiar standing too close.โ
โYou didnโt find anybody there?โ
โI didnโt, but we think weโve found the guy responsible for all of this. Iโll tell you all more when everyone sits down, I want everyone to know.โ
โOkay.โ
Veronica comes next, so does Nikolas, followed up by Julian, Priyani, Abdul, and lastly, Lucca. They come in with varying states of misery, but the company helps. Your friends can lean on each other while you keep cooking, losing yourself to the rhythm of stirring, flipping, the warmth of the stove decreasing the stiffness in your fingers. Katalina pours wine for people beside you while a few others set the table. Thereโs not much said, not much anybody can say if theyโre honest.ย
A few hours of this, of pretending and mourning and hoping that Natalie is found before the sunbreaks. You wait for the moment that they burst through to declare Katalina the unsub, putting her under arrest as the hunt for Natalie takes a few steps forward. You hope you wonโt have to put a gun to her temple. She might be the one behind the murders, the reason why Hotch is inexplicably back in your life, the reason why Natalie isnโt sitting at your table anymore. But yesterday she was a friend, a good one too. Yesterday she had been Katty to you, the girl you went to parties with and took photos of.ย
Tonight sheโs the bitch with an end goal to murder you. Part of you itches to reach for the gun, to let it go straight through her head even without a confession. The other part wants to scream and cry why in her face, demand answers and have her plead it was a misunderstanding even when it isnโt. The worst part is; You donโt know which option youโll be forced to take, it could be any of them depending on circumstance. Now you wait for the FBI to burst in, to traumatize your friends and leave you to pick up the pieces.
Dinner finishes and moves to the living room for baklava and tea, nobody says a word, nobody speaks, itโs like thereโs a countdown hanging above your heads. The silence isnโt comforting for you, and when you look up, Katalina is staring directly at you, โSo what information do you have?โ
Go time. You know your father will be moving now, you just have to time it right, โWe know the unsub is likely a white male in his early twenties. Quiet, unassuming, heโs taken a class at Berkeley Art Studio in the past six months. He goes to school at UCSF for surgery, but heโs pre-med. Insecure, heโs likely a virgin. You could even say this guy is submissive, but heโs very, very intelligent. He might not be particularly handsome, but enough to where his ugliness isnโt noticed, but right there on the side where heโs never someoneโs first pick.โ
Katalina shifts as you reach into the cushion to draw your revolver out, nobody sees, youโre too careful for that, โAnd more importantly, heโs not working alone. Because when two killers get together thereโs always one focal dynamic; A dominant, and a submissive. The dominant one in this case is a woman, a sister, one whoโs clearly upset by the power system in place. She feels unappreciated, like her art hasnโt been recognized, or better yet, because art is a representation of oneself, she feels unrecognized, unappreciated. Sheโs a narcissist, a psychopath, she doesnโt feel empathy, she doesnโt feel remorse. Sheโs sitting in this room.โ
The doors burst open and you try not to flinch when your fathers voice rings in your ears, โKatalina McKinny youโre under arrest for the murders of Jennifer Thompson, Maria Ramirez, and Rosey Blank.โ
Sheโs on her feet in an instant, โThis isnโt right, I havenโt done anything!โ
You stand, something cool, something dangerous on your face as you circle around her, your father stepping forward and god you look so much like him. Revolver in hand and a deceptive calm over your face, โYes you have, you have. You watched your partner take those girls apart and you drew up the poses you wanted to put those girls in. The higher their position the more degrading the pose would be. You couldnโt stand it, could you? All that work, banner after banner, everything youโve ever created, all for it to get discarded in the end. How long have you been planning my murder Katalina?โ
Sheโs got her hands up but her eyes wonโt leave you, she grits her teeth, silently analyzing her options, โWhereโs Natalie? Where have you stored her?โ
For a moment thereโs nothing, then she shuts her eyes and tilts her head up towards your ceiling, โAnna Head Alumnae Hall. Third floor, second door on the right from the west stairs.โ
โIs she alive?โ
โNo.โ
Hotch moves, dragging her wrists into cuffs as sheโs hauled out of the building, but when you start to head out Spencer steps in front of you, hands gripping your arms, โLet us go get her. Not you. Please.โ
You frown at him, โSpencer-โ
โPlease. Youโre not part of the BAU officially, you donโt need to see her body.โ
โI do, Iโve worked this case right there with you and I need to see it finished.โ
โI know but please, just, youโve had a night. You can see tomorrow.โ
Your brow arches, โI want updates tonight and I get to see tomorrow.โ
โDeal, thank you, just please, go be with your friends.โ
He leaves, you lock the door behind you and in a display of a rare lapse in control, you slide down the front of it until youโre on the floor. Natalie is dead, Katalina confessed her murder, she confessed what she had done. Youโve cracked the case, youโve followed your fathersโ footsteps. Katalina will be put behind bars, the perfect future sheโd envisioned for herself gone in the blink of an eye. For a second you just sit there, head thumping against the door when you tilt it back.ย
Youโre exhausted, you hadnโt realized it, but youโre absolutely exhausted. The bone deep kind that tells you if you want you could sleep until Sunday, but you wonโt. Because youโre waiting on updates and tomorrow youโll see Natalie, or what remains of her. You wonder how long Natalie has been dead for, if youโre too late by a day, or an hour, youโll find out soon enough. You open your eyes when you hear footsteps approaching you. Above you stand your friend group, all of them in varying states of shock, but more importantly, Nik is extending a hand to you.ย
โHow long did you know Katalina was the murderer?โ
You take the hand, letting him haul you to your feet as you sway, โNoon. Weโre narrowing down who the partner is, but earlier when Katalina called me she gave herself away.โ
โWhatโd she say?โ
Perhaps itโs the shock but your lips curve into a dazed smile, โShe tried to throw me off my game. But she asked how I couldnโt not know, how I couldnโt figure it out. She challenged my intelligence, and then she went for feelings. She tried to rile me up using my dad as ammo, she asked, and I quote โI think you want to forget a lot of things, doesnโt surprise me you know, with your dad being there and all. Bet you feel like youโre five again, huh? Daddyโs little girl who sits on his lap and reads her big girl books. Are you gonna fall apart when he inevitably leaves again?โโ
You make your way to the living room again, grabbing another slice of baklava, โUnfortunately for her I can do something called emotional processing and compartmentalizing. I can deal with my personal issues another day. What I wonโt do is let words keep me from catching a serial killer.โ
Veronica stares at you for a second, โThatโs-Thatโs kind of scary.โ
You shrug, โItโs only scary because you donโt understand how it works. It got me through dinner with her, it let me ask all the questions we needed answered. Thereโs a confession, a location, theyโll work on getting her partnersโ name and recovery. We got what we needed and this weekend, once I can catch a fucking break, Iโll deal with my emotions.โ
โYou donโt deal with them as soon as they come up?โ
โVi Iโm a Hotchner, and Hotchnerโs donโt do things like emotions, not when weโre out in the field.โ
โYouโre not in the field anymore though, not right now, youโre in your apartment so please show something other than this unnerving calm. Please.โ
You shoot her a look, โIโm not asking you to stop showing emotions so do not ask me to show them because youโre uncomfortable that Iโm not.โ
โAre you uncomfortable with us showing emotion then?โ
You stand, youโre tired, you feel sick to your stomach, thereโs filth everywhere in your apartment and this is why you donโt host but maybe twice a year. Thereโs too many people, your clothes are clinging to you in ways that make you want to peel your skin off. Your hair is touching you and they want you to be more emotional. Then theyโve gone and flipped your words on you.ย
โGet out. Now.โ
โExcuse me?โ
You level your gaze at her, โHereโs my emotions, front and center. Get. Out.โ
โThis isnโt-โ
โWhat you wanted? What you expected? Did you want my hands to shake, did you want me to start crying maybe? Maybe Iโd throw something against the wall. What, did you want to see me fall apart or something?โ
โOf course not, itโs just, weโve got confirmation Natalie is dead, sheโs gone and youโre just-just-โ
โStanding here with a grip on myself because I canโt afford to fall apart at the moment. You do realize there were two of them and one of them is still out there, right?โ
She falters and Priyani tugs at her arm gently, โNow isnโt the time. This is a case, you know how she handles cases.โ
โBy being an unfeeling, icy bitch?โ
This time itโs emotions driving her words, theyโre not spoken to throw you off your game, theyโre just spoken because she doesnโt know what else to say or how to say it. You could stand here and take it, but the case is personal, โI wonโt repeat myself, get out before I force you out. Natalie is dead, I intend to find the one who physically took her life.โ
Veronica, caught between her anger and denial, shakes her head, โNo, no, weโre staying here. Youโre going to include us in every detail, youโre going to share every update with us, she was our friend too. You donโt-you donโt get to just hold that information from us.โ
โAnd youโre delusional to think thatโs going to happen. Are you the prosecutor in the room, are you the one with an autobiographical memory? Where were you in that damned room looking at every nitty gritty detail of those girls' corpses? Were you the end target to a string of gruesome murders? Did you have to pretend like you werenโt seconds away from putting a bullet into who shouldโve been a friendsโ mouth? Was that you? Or was that me?โ
She opens her mouth and closes it like a fish, โThat isnโt-โ
โItโs the truth. Now get the fuck out of my apartment so we can both process that. I canโt think with all of you in here, or with the fifty-six dishes that wait for me or the fact that Iโve been in the same socks for fifteen or so hours. Iโm waiting for pictures of Natalieโs corpse, I do not need any of you in here right now, or this mess.โ
They leave because thereโs nothing they get out of staying. You clean because itโs the one thing you have control over. Leftovers get put away, dishes left to soak and others in a washer that youโve started. Then you thankfully, blissfully, get to shower, and when you shower you donโt hear the door open again. Why would you? You need a key to get into the building, your apartment door is locked too. You go through your night-routine easily, and itโs only when you hear the click of a gun that you feel your blood run cold.ย
โPut on a pair of underwear, a bra, and a big coat to conceal yourself.โ
โWho are you?โ
โMy name is Milo Lovelette. Katalina let me in, she gave me a mission to complete.โ
โYouโre the sculptor.โ
โI am.โ
You turn to face him. Heโs got a gun pointed at your chest, heโs tall, muscular, his face average but leaning towards ugly. His hands are steady. Surgeon hands. Heโs in control right now, and he knows it, โDo you have a matching set?โ
โI do.โ
โWhat colors?โ
โBlack, pink, green, purple, red, orange.โ
โWear the red set.โ
You have no weapons here, you also know you canโt make a break for it, so youโll do what you can. As you rummage through your clothes you twist some shirts to spell out SOS before grabbing what you need. Youโre already naked so you get dressed in front of Milo, acutely aware of how he hovers close, too close, โWear these with it, and go do your makeup.โ
Thereโs no choice but to comply, hair being done up again as you do a fresh face of makeup. You draw on your calmness, the ability to compartmentalize. You need to focus, you need to escape somehow, someway. Somewhere out there your father searches for Natalieโs corpse, with your eyeliner you write down on the inside of the sink Milo Lovelette and then you finish getting ready with a perfume of his choice. He takes you aggressively, arm latched with his and a purse you rarely use slung over your shoulder, phone left behind on the table.ย
He drags you to his car, itโs a shit box and it smells but none of it matters when you start trying to think of how you can get out of the situation, โWhy did you make me put lingerie on?โ
Milo works his jaw as he glances at you, โKatalina promised you to me.โ
โPromised?โ
โShe asked what I wanted most in the world. I told her a muse, she gave me one. You.โ
You think you might puke, right there in the car all over your three thousand dollar shoes, โOh.โ
He takes you to a part of San Francisco you havenโt frequented often, and then he starts making his calls. He refers to you as Scarlett even though it isnโt your name and it makes you wonder what youโve been dragged into. Then he takes you into the building, itโs lavish despite the outside of it. Sleek hallways and warm lighting that should ease you but it feels wrong to be there. Your heels click as you walk, and the farther you go the more unease you feel. Milo takes you into a room, the lighting is darker here but thereโs big windows overlooking the city and a bed. The bed is bloodstained.ย
โTake the coat off.โ
You let it pool to the floor, trying not to flinch when his hand takes a fistful of your ass and gives it a squeeze, โYouโre perfect, did you know that?โ
You glance at him, at the obsessive look in his eye when he drinks your body in, โI knew from the moment she showed me a picture of you that you were meant to be mine. That youโd look stunning in my bed. Katalina said you didnโt have a boyfriend, that you needed to be taught how to be a proper woman. Do you know what a proper woman is?โ
Answering feels like a death sentence, but your silence might not save you either, โTell me?โ
He smiles, knuckle caressing your face, โYou women donโt know anything, not really. Thereโs no reason for any of you to be in universities unless itโs to assist us men. I know youโre a smart thing, but smarts donโt matter when you have a pretty face. I donโt know why you insist on all these degrees when your true purpose isnโt bound to a court room but a home. Donโt worry though, I promise Iโll show you what you really need. Iโll make you a wife, a mother, but only once youโve proved yourself as my wife. Tonight, weโll make it official.โ
โHow so?โ
โIโve called some people, theyโre going to watch us consummate our marriage.โ
Youโre going to be raped, and people are going to watch. It makes your head spin in the worst way possible, โAnd after?โ
โAnd after Iโm going to have your heart for eternity.โ
Which means you might be dead by sunrise, โHowโd you kill Natalie?โ
Miloโs smile widens, โI thought she looked like you, so with her I practiced how to be a good husband. I didnโt need her heart though, I only need yours.โ
โWhy canโt my family be at our wedding?โ
โBecause theyโll try to take you from me, especially your dad, the FBI agent. Donโt worry, he can have you back eventually, but heโll never have your heart.โ
Itโs not often that youโve felt fear before but in this moment you feel nothing but fear. Raped and murdered, that might be how you go down and you refuse for that to be your legacy. Youโve earned four degrees, youโre president of the oldest law fraternity on campus (itโs technically pre-law but they begged you to come be president). Youโre a prosecutor, youโve been entertaining the idea of the BAU for the past few days since you got thrown on the case.ย
โWhen will you consummate our marriage?โ
โAs soon as our witnesses arrive, go, lay down on the bed.โ
The bloodstain is not welcoming, even more so with how wet it is. Fresh blood, Natalieโs blood, and youโre getting covered in it. The shoes stay on and you stare at the ceiling, hoping, praying, that youโre rescued or you find an escape route. You think about it, how youโd rather die than be assaulted like he plans on doing.ย
โHave you had other wives before?โ
You hear him sharpening a blade, โIโve had six wives.โ
โWho were they?โ
โDeborah Hank, Loralie Harvey, Anastasia Cove, Angelina Pear, Constance Smith, and then there was Bianca Lane. Youโll be the seventh wife, lucky number seven.โ
You donโt feel lucky, you feel all shades of awful as you plan how to get out of the building, โWill I still be pretty once youโve gotten my heart?โ
โYouโll be the prettiest one in the room. Always.โ
Then thereโs nothing to do but wait.ย
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Hotch knows somethingโs wrong as soon as he steps into your apartment, the phone ringing on your counter. Itโs empty, he knows that as soon as heโs inside. The team waits outside for him, he said itโd be a quick check in, but when he comes to your bathroom, when he spots the name youโve written down, he knows it isnโt going to be quick. Heโs got Reid on call in an instant, โGet the team up here. Now.โ
He goes to your bedroom, the light is on but youโre gone. A coat is missing, so is a pair of shoes, he yanks the drawer open to find the SOS sign staring back at him. The door opens again and the light comes on, โHotch?!โ
Hotch stalks his way out, โMilo Lovelette, heโs kidnapped her. Heโs the second unsub.โ
Spencer straightens up, โWhere did you find that?โ
โShe wrote down his name in the bathroom sink with eyeliner. I opened up one of her dresser drawers and found sos spelled out with her shirts. Sheโd showered so he probably came in when she was showering, made her get dressed and put on makeup so suspicions wouldnโt be raised when she left.โ
โHowโd he get in here?โ
โKatalina let him into the building, he probably picked the lock to get into her apartment, Morgan have Garcia pull up security footage and a home address or any address associated with him. With Katalina in our hold he knows he doesnโt have the luxury to take his time with her.โ
Morgan nods, phone already flipped up with Penelope on the other end as Spencer heads to your room to look at the SOS signal, heโd told you to stay behind. He didnโt want you to see Natalieโs corpse knowing that youโd already seen enough and even if you didnโt see it he and Hotch could see that you were nearing your limits. Hence why they made you stay behind, but youโd been kidnapped from your own home, and now they were running on a strict time-limit.ย
JJ takes her turn with the drawers, opening one up in particular that makes her shut her eyes, โLooks like our unsub wanted her in something particular, sheโs missing a lingerie set.โ
Hotch does not want to imagine that, Spencer at least knows time and place. Now is not one of those occasions, โThatโs different than what the other girls were found in, none of them were wearing lingerie.โ
Morgan flips the phone shut, โNatalieโs results havenโt come back yet but none of them showed signs of sexual abuse."
Emily doesnโt dare look at Hotch, โShe was the final target, she obviously held some sort of superiority over the other girls. What if she was part of Katalinaโs deal with the unsub in order to get him to do her bidding? Like an arrangement.โ
โWe need to talk to Katalina again then, she might know something.โ
They take off, heading back to Katalina in her interrogation room. She hadnโt cried or thrown a fit, sheโd just stayed stubbornly silent. That wasnโt going to happen anymore though, not when Hotch all but ripped the door open. She flinched hard when he stepped in and although the team exchanged looks they didnโt interfere, not when he was like this.ย
โMilo Lovelette. Where would he hide?โ
Her eyes widen for a second before her face smoothes down, โHow should I know?โ
โYouโre his accomplice, you promised my daughter to him, where has he taken her?โ
She shrugs, โAgain, how should I know?โ
โTell me do you like solitude?โ
โWhat?โ
โDo you like the quiet, when itโs just you and your thoughts? Can you stand that noise that fills your ears when thereโs no noise to fill them up except for your voice when you speak to yourself?โ
โI donโt talk to myself, what does this have to do with anything?โ
โBecause depending on your answer youโre either going to solitary confinement for a few years or for life. Youโre manipulative, vindictive, and you have a thirst for revenge thatโll turn the prison yard into your playground. All traits of someone thatโll land them in a white walled room where they see someone once a day and it isnโt on a personal basis either. Itโs clinical, cold, youโre going to be alone. Now, do you want that to be your future? Or do you want that to be something you endure until you learn how to be with people again?โ
Katalina stares at him for a second before she turns away, โThe address is 3321 Cod Circle. Fifteenth floor, go to the left, then turn right, and go to the apartment in the corner at the end of the hallway.โ
โGood, now what does he want with her?โ
โSheโs going to be his wife. The guy is weird, has an obsession with wives and teaches them how to be perfect for him.โ
Hotch is silent for a second, and then he stands, โYou will never, ever, be allowed to eat lunch with another person ever again. I hope you know that.โ
He leaves her there with an address in hand and a hope that youโre still untouched wherever you are. Lingerie, makeup, a big black coat and heels. Hotch is going to put a bullet through Miloโs head, heโll make sure of it.ย
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You didnโt expect for there to be twelve men watching the consummation of marriage. They wore white and sat in chairs that had been set up by Milo, they wore masks over their faces, silent and straight backed as they stared at you. You who laid in the bed, an uncharacteristic tremble in your body when you felt the bed dip under his weight. You didnโt dare look when his knife ran along your thigh before digging in and dragging.ย
Warm blood began to run down the side, pooling onto the bed below as you did your best not to flinch or make a sound, โSee? Sheโs learning already.โ
Your other thigh received the same treatment, then he dragged the knife up to your stomach, right where your womb lay, โThis is your most prized possession. Within this you can create life, you can grow my offspring within you, and when I rejoin you in the afterlife you and the rest of my wives will have my children raised for me. Because that is what youโre good for; Breeding, and raising. As a woman this is your god-given duty, and as a man I will ensure you fulfil this creed.โ
Then the knife dips into your skin and he begins to carve a circle around your stomach, it isnโt deep but itโs enough to make it to where you bleed, you know itโll scar if given the chance. Your fingers twitch to take the knife from him, to drive into his face, his neck, and you might go down trying but at the very least itโll mean you went down fighting. You endure it though, waiting for the right moment when he drags the knife up, up, up.ย
Your hand shoots up to grip his wrist, and in his surprise you manage to deliver a kick to his head. His grip loosens just enough for you to grab the knife and once you feel it in your hand you bring it down on him. Right into his chest, but unfortunately another man manages to grab you and shove a different knife into your side. It makes you shriek as pain blooms beneath your eyes, so strong your vision fades for a second, especially when he removes it and more blood spills out your side.ย
That isnโt enough though, you reach behind you to stab him too, right in the neck and then the other men are amongst you. But you stab like a frenzied animal, with two knives in hand and nothing but blind desperation to get out of the place. The pain makes you sluggish but adrenaline fuels you, allowing you to injure enough men that you can flee. You remember the route, heels clicking faster as the men shout to follow you but youโre already farther ahead than them. You wonโt fail, even when you get dizzy as your bloodstained fingers desperately push at the elevator button. You plead for it to open as the footsteps hurry, but the door opens and you scramble to close it, pressing the ground floor level and the door closes just as a singular knife flies through the air, embedded itself into your shoulder.ย
Not that it matters, you press a hand to your wound, bracing yourself to run again as the doors open and you fly out of the place. You donโt stop running either. It doesnโt matter that youโre in nothing but lingerie and heels, youโre covered in blood and it hurts. Oh god it hurts. You know youโre running out of steam, the adrenaline is fading, but you also know stopping means your death. You need to find a place to hide, a place you can escape to.ย
Someplace the men canโt reach you. You look around frantically in an attempt to find some sort of civilization but thereโs none, and hiding in an alley isnโt an option since youโre leaving a blood trail behind. You keep running, you canโt stop running. You take twists and turns and finally a convenience store is there, a gas station attached to it. You stumble in, ignoring the horrified gasps from people as you all but claw your way to the cashier, โPhone.โ
They hand it to you quickly, and you dial Hotchโs number, he answers on ring two, โWho is this?โ
โDad.โ
You donโt regret saying it, not when you sway dangerously and you pass the phone to the cashier who gives the address then back to you, โTheyโre-Theyโre coming after me, hurry.โ
A woman locks the doors just as your legs give out. The people shout but youโre too far gone to stop yourself. You shriek as the pain hits you full force, thereโs blood coming out from your side, a knife sticking out of your shoulder. Youโre borderline nude and you know your hair is messed up six weeks to Sunday. None of it matters though, not when your vision is going in and out and you know youโre running out of time. You gave it hell, gave them hell, whoever they are.ย
Youโve done your best, you know that. You can die satisfied knowing that you ended this man who took so many other lives before you. He didnโt get you though, you got him. A woman kneels beside you. Sheโs older, closer to your mothers age but she takes your hand, itโs warm, comforting, โCan you tell me your name?โ
Because you need to live, you need to survive, you tell it to her, โHotcher.โ
โAlright Miss. Hotchner, can you tell me what happened?โ
You swallow, letting your eyes shut, โMilo Lovelette, he kidnapped me, tried to rape me, he had twelve companions in white robes and masks who sat around the bed and watched. I-I stabbed him, I killed him. I killed seven of them, the rest are cha-chasing me. Ohhh fuck-โ
For a moment sound fades away while your body lurches forward, vomit spilling from your lips to splatter against the floor beside you but you donโt care about that very much. You feel floaty, yet in so, so much pain, something is wrong, horribly wrong, โThatโs okay Miss. Hotchner, thatโs okay, let it out.โ
Thereโs something wrong with the vomit, itโs too red, you didnโt eat anything red for dinner, โI need my Dad, heโs-heโs workinโ the case, gotta tell him I caught the guy, Mama will-she will, bars. Mhmm.โ
โHow old are you, Miss. Hotchner?โ
โMโ twenty-two.โ
โAre you in college?โ
โUh-huh.โ
โWhat for?โ
You have to think for a moment, everythingโs farther apart, harder to recall despite it all, โLi-Linguistics and brain science.โ
โWow Miss. Hotchner, those are some good degrees, are you excited to graduate?โ
Her question makes you smile, even though your mouth is full of blood, โYuh, I-I want my Dad to be there this time. I graduated thrice, he has to be there this time.โ
โYouโve graduated three times?โ
โMhm, high school, college, law school, now this, next Spring.โ
โYou must be brilliant.โ
โMโa genius, 176, same as my LSAT scores.โ
โWell can you use that big brain of yours to keep your eyes open? Your parents want to see you, theyโd be sad if you were asleep when they came by.โ
Everythingโs getting fuzzier and you arenโt sure if youโll be able to stay awake. You think of your mother, the strongest woman you know. Your brothers, the physical extensions of you that you adore with all your heart. Your father who left and came back and you should hate him, but you want him back nonetheless. You think of your friends, the heartbreak on their faces as they sit around your table and you donโt think you can crush their spirits anymore. You think of Spencer, the possibilities are endless with him, possibilities you want to explore.ย
โWould you-would you tell them Iโm sorry? I ran so fast.โ
Her face does something funny, you canโt really tell though with how your vision starts to get fuzzy, โTell-tell my Dad I know why he did what he did, itโs okay now, because heโs back.โ
More blood spills over your mouth, dripping onto your chest, โAnd my Mama, she-she can handle it. The twins have to graduate, I want a seat saved. My friends can raid my closet, and Spencer. I wouldโve liked having a chance with Spencer.โ
She shakes her head, cupping your face, โNow Miss. Hotchner, theyโll be here any minute, you canโt leave them waiting.โ
A hot tear spills down your cheek, the first in years, โI just wanted to make someone proud.โ
โTheyโre very proud of you, I promise you that much. Youโre smart, youโre beautiful, youโre kind, all you have to do is hang on, okay?โ
โI think I might disappoint them this time.โ
โYou wonโt be disappointing anybody, no matter what happens.โ
You sniffle, โIโm tired.โ
She croons softly, tucking a strand of hair behind your head, โI know youโre tired, but stay awake a little bit longer, okay?โ
Her voice sounds far away though, and everythingโs getting brighter. You see her lips moving but you canโt hear what sheโs saying, you canโt hear anything, but you think you see red and blue lights flashing in the distance and you smile for it because, โMy Dadโs here, heโs here.โ
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Hotch doesnโt know what he expects when he bursts through the doors, but you on deathsโ door isnโt one of them. You had sounded strained on the phone call, not, not this. The woman sitting beside you scrambles out of his way when he kneels beside you, โHoney I need you to respond to me, I need you to talk.โ
But thereโs nothing coming out of you, just that faraway look in your eyes as your body starts to fail. Itโs a look heโs seen on people before, the look that tells him itโs going to take a miracle for you to survive. He has to see it through though, he has to see your eyes again, to hear your voice. Youโd been so strong, so vibrant despite the dark color pallet and aura around you. Your jaw moves, something a little more alive returning to your eyes, โDad, you came.โ
He exhales sharply, he hadnโt even known he was holding his breath, โOf course I came, Iโll always come from now on.โ
โNo promises.โ
โThis is a promise.โ
You huff, breath laboured and shallow, โIโm sorry, I-I couldnโt-โ
โNone of that, you did your best, you did plenty, youโre going to be okay, alright?โ
The glassiness creeps back in, โI like pancakes on Tuesdays.โ
Tuesdays, once upon a time, had been a reserved time for breakfast for dinner instead of actual dinner. It was like that because you never got to eat breakfast with your parents who left for work too early to do such a thing. So Tuesdays were reserved for breakfast instead of dinner. Youโd loved pancakes, you liked it best if you had a plain one and another with chocolate chips in it.ย
โWe can make pancakes on Tuesday.โ
You donโt respond, and Hotchโs fingers fly to your pulse, itโs thready, barely there. You wonโt last much longer, โHow long until the paramedics get here?!โ
Spencer kneels on your other side, theyโd done what they could for your wounds but with the damage sustained they could only do so much, โETA one minute tops.โ
Then your pulse falters and your body goes completely limp, slumping towards Hotch who catches you, immediately setting you down to start compressions on your chest as Spencer shouts that youโre down. Morgan is the one to shove Hotch aside to take over chest compressions, Emily grabs him in the same motion, dragging him back, โHeโll take care of her.โ
Hotch can only stare as your body jolts, and then get transferred to the ambulance, he watches as you get sped away. Spencer is the one to guide him to the car and the rest spread out to search for the others, and the building Katalina had named. They go to the hospital, Spencer behind the wheel, and he feels like heโs floating from somewhere far away. Youโd died, your pulse gone and eyes blank, your body drenched in blood both from you and whoever you attacked to get to freedom.ย
He walks with steady feet but doesnโt zone in until the doctor approaches, her face grim as she calls for Hotchner. He stands first, quick with purposeful strides as he goes to her, โIโm her father, how is she?โ
The doctor grimaces, โSheโs extremely unstable but in surgery. Her iliac artery was nicked when she was stabbed and not to mention the incredible amount of strain her body went through when she escaped. With all her injuries she ran over a mile towards safety, thatโs borderline inhuman. Unfortunately these are the only updates I can give for right now, Iโll try to come when I can. Have you informed any of her other family?โ
โNot yet, what should I inform them?โ
โTo come quickly, urgently. Thereโs no guarantee that sheโll see the sunrise.โ
โThank you.โ
She nods once, โAnd for what itโs worth, your daughter is incredible for all sheโs managed to do. I hope her strength lasts when sheโs on the table.โ
Hotch all but collapses back in his seat as Spencer focuses on the area around them. Youโre in surgery, it doesnโt look great, and someone needs to call your mother. Hotch resigns himself to the task, โIโm going to inform her mother.โ
โIโll be here.โ
Hotch steps away to a small room when he flips his phone open, dialing a number he thought he might never have dialed again. Your mother picks up on the last ring possible, voice thick with sleep, โAaron?โ
He shuts his eyes as her voice comes over him. A voice heโd loved and lost, and he doesnโt know how to face this, how heโs going to tell her that youโre dying on the surgery table, โAaron did something happen?โ
โOur daughter is in the hospital, she-she might not make it through the night.โ
โWhat?โ
โShe was kidnapped from her apartment and in her escape sustained potentially lethal injury. Weโre at UCSF Medical Center, just, please. They donโt know if sheโll make it off the table.โ
โOh my god, oh my god. Weโre on our way, oh god, oh god.โ
She hangs up and Hotch takes a second to himself. You might not make it off the table, heโd watched every fathersโ worst nightmare come to life before his very eyes. He doesnโt even know if youโve been raped by that man. On the way back to Spencer he gets a call from Morgan, โHey we just checked out the apartment, she uh, she got eight of them, Milo included. Hotch, she fought like hell in here.โ
โShe killed eight men?โ
โSure did, weโll have pictures but itโs an absolute blood bath in here. We didnโt even need to figure out which apartment she was being held in, thereโs bloody red bottom shoe prints coming from the door to the elevator.โ
โShe ran a mile in those shoes.โ
โHowโs she doing over there?โ
โNot well, theyโre preparing for her not to make it off the table.โ
โOh hell, weโll get this wrapped up over here and then head over.โ
โGet me those pictures, I need to see them.โ
โWill do.โ
The line goes dead and he returns to Spencer, eternally fidgeting Spencer who all but jumps when Hotch takes a seat again, โHowโd it go?โ
โHer mothers frantic, Morganโs getting photos from the crime scene. According to him she left bloody stiletto prints all the way from the apartment to the elevator, and then she also left eight bodies to cool in that room.โ
Spencer blinks, โEight bodies?โ
โMilo included. The other eight have yet to be named.โ
โI see.โ
They fall silent for a minute, maybe ten, before Hotch sighs, โAnd if you didnโt think Iโd notice you two playing footsie under the table youโre mistaken.โ
โOh god.โ
Hotch raises a brow at him, โAccording to sources, you were at my daughter's apartment last night. All of last night, except for of course when you two went to the club. And Morgan was very vocal about your activities the night prior.โ
โIโm sorry, Iโm so sorry, I-I-โ
โReid.โ
Spencerโs mouth shuts with an audible click as Hotch raises his hand, โWhen my daughter recovers well enough youโre going to take her on a proper date. Youโre going to give her more than a club and drunken fornication.โ
โSure, yes, one hundred percent you got it.โ
โAnd for what itโs worth, I can see you two being good for each other.โ
Spencer pauses, unsure of where to go with this information, โReally?โ
Hotch tilts his head back, eyes shutting, โYouโre both geniuses who graduated early and started getting degrees like the British took over countries. Your emotions are worn on your sleeve, hers are stored away in a pandora's box. If anybody is curious enough to open that box itโs you, and out of anybody, youโre the most equipped to help her handle them.โ
โIโll do my best then.โ
โI know you will, hence why Iโm giving you this one pass.โ
โThank you, Hotch.โ
โMm, now shut your eyes, theyโre going to strain themselves looking for things you canโt see yet.โ
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Your mother comes in an hour later, your younger brothers hot on her heels. For all that you look like your mother, your brothers take an awful lot of Hotch after them. Of course they see your mother in them, like their skin tone and the lips. But the brows, the nose, the eyes, the hair, the face structure, all of that is Hotch. Like if Hotch were brown, thatโd be them.ย
She comes in a frenzy and as soon as she sees Hotch, your blood all over him, she breaks apart, โWhat happened? Aaron, tell me right now where is our baby girl? What did they do to her?โ
Hotch sits her down, swallowing at the looks of incredulousness on the other two boys' faces. They were so young when he left, theyโd known him through phone calls and rare visits, but they were thirteen when he officially exited their lives. When he married Haley. When she pursed her lips every time he called and clicked her tongue when he used his vacation to go over to see you and the twins. He doesnโt know why he gave in, why he went the route that he did.ย
โWeโve been working on the case of the sorority girls turned statues. Natalie went missing, she got pulled in on the case because she was one of the last people whoโd seen her and her memory. Her knowledge of the student body and the people around her, itโs unparalleled. She unraveled the case and found out our unsub was actually two people, amongst them Katalina. Who we arrested earlier tonight after our daughter hosted a dinner party with her friends.โ
He sighs, body dropping a bit, โThey left, and we didnโt know that Katalina had let the second unsub in. Milo Lovette, who had an obsession around making innocent girls into his wife, the only one with full details on what he was doing and planning to do is her. We believe she was not his first victim, but she was certainly his last. Itโs reported that there were twelve men in the room, not including Milo. Who broke into her apartment once everyone left and forced her to get ready. We believe he was planning on assaulting her sexually before he inevitably murdered her. As far as we know it didnโt happen, she left eight bodies, including his, behind during her escape. She ran a mile in her heels to safety.โ
Your mother stares at him, something broken all over her face, โHow could this have happened to her?โ
โI donโt know. It was ultimately Katalinaโs fault for putting the idea of her as a wife for Milo in his head. She was using him to kill the other sorority girls so she didnโt even have to lift a finger.โ
โShe called me earlier today, we were supposed to get lunch tomorrow.โ
โI know.โ
โAnd sheโs-sheโs still in surgery?โ
โShe is, weโve had no updates since the first one.โ
โAlright. We can-did you see her? Before the ambulance took her?โ
โI did.โ
โWas she coherent?โ
โBarely, she, the last thing she said was she likes pancakes on Tuesdays.โ
Your mother breaks then while your brothers grip each other's hands and stare off into the distance. Spencer stands, almost abruptly, โI need to call her friends and inform them of whatโs going on.โ
He leaves quickly, leaving the Hotchners to grieve for someone whoโs almost dead, but not quite there yet. He doesnโt need to listen to the conversation thatโll happen when heโs gone, instead he takes the list of contacts that belong to your friends and dials the first one: Nikolas.ย
โHello?โ
โThis is Doctor Spencer Reid, are you Nikolas Perez?โ
โI am. Whatโs going on?โ
Spencer braces himself, โSmall Hotchnerโs in the hospital, she was kidnapped by the secondary unsub after you all left. She escaped, but we donโt know if sheโs going to survive. How fast can you gather your friends and come to UCSF Medical Center?โ
โOh my fuck weโll be there within the hour, what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck went wrong after we left?โ
โA lot of things, but she fought tooth and nail to get out, she succeeded.โ
โWhat do I tell people?โ
โYou tell them sheโs in the hospital in critical condition, tell them to get their asses up and over here.โ
โRight, of course, weโll be there shortly.โ
Spencer hopes so for your sake.ย
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Morgan comes in our hour five to a whole waiting room full of familiar faces, even though three of them he hasnโt been introduced to yet. He hands the file over to Hotch regardless, โIt was a cult that abducted her. Milo was the leader of it, but there's a lot of evidence, and we mightโve accidentally stumbled on something bigger than we anticipated.โ
Hotch opens the folder and thereโs the bloody footprints. Your bloody footprints, the trail of dripping blood joining. The next picture is the elevator, your blood swept over the buttons, and then down the panel on the inside. The pool of blood is bigger there. The next photos are of the path you took, the blood trail youโd left behind up until the gas station where theyโd found you. The next pictures are the bodies. Men in white with red stained robes, Morgan was right about the bedroom looking like a bloodbath.ย
Spencer looks at them with him, eyebrows raised when he sees the level of violence that went down in the room. Your bodies rest in mostly whole pieces, but thereโs an ear, some fingers, and a nose on the ground found in various places. Your coat pooled on the floor, the evidence of you in the bed through blood stains, some fresher than others. Fought like hell heโd said, he was right about that too.ย
โHave we managed to identify the seven other bodies?โ
Emily glances his way, โWeโre sending dental records in, there should be matches pulled up soon enough. Theyโre young men, similar age, varying degrees of attractiveness, Milo mightโve been the leader but I doubt he was the big boss of this operation.โ
The cult is a thing to look into later, and itโs not their jurisdiction for the moment. Right now Hotchโs only duty is to sit in his chair and hope he gets to make you pancakes on Tuesday again.
they can be read as standalones and in any order, but this list is in chronological order
โ fluff | โก smut | ๐ angst
โก bed chem : you just moved into a new city, finally getting a job promotion. when you visit the bar near your new place to celebrate, you didnโt expect to walk out with company.
โ work boundaries : after sleeping with a random man you met at a bar and later finding out he was your unit chief, you have a very awkward meeting.
โ ๐ luther : during a case you realize hotch knows you more than you imagined.
โก lacy dreams : hotch had been managing to do just fine in suppressing his desire for you, until he caught a glimpse of your lacy underwear peeking over your jeans.
โ paperwork for two: you help a stubborn aaron with his paperwork.
๐ misconduct: after a case, hotch interrogates you about your misconduct.
โ older: the team uses their profile skills combined to figure out why youโre not interested in the cute agent just downstairs. you hate it. Hotch loves it.
โก soaked: your window gets stuck and hotch decides to help you. but itโs too hot to wear proper clothes, and he nearly loses his mind.
โ ๐ intervention: you happen to be in the worst mood ever and the team stages an intervention (one-man intervention. the one man being hotch).
โ itโs your one year anniversary at the bau but somehow the second time you celebrate hotchโs birthday: drabble
โ guilty as charged: after over a year without any physical contact with you beyond professional, aaron finds out that, unlike him, youโre not yearning quietly in celibacy, and heโs not particularly happy about it.
โ haunted: after over a year of longing, you finally had a crazy stupid steamy hot freaky mind blowing sexual interaction with your boss (the two of you share a cigarette).ย
๐ โก โ do i wanna know?: because of a storm, what was supposed to be a quick interview turned into a day on lockdown, which resulted in cancelled flights, an emergency hotel reservation and obviously, only one room to share.
โก i'm her favorite beverage: hotch realizes he has much to gain from this new relationship with you. for example, a filthy sloppy head before the morning briefing.
Malโs Notes: Thisโฆ Isโฆ Porn. Thatโs allโฆ Nearly 60 pages of pure filth, and very little plotโฆ In fact, what plot? I regret nothing.
Love,
Mal๐ฉถ
Acknowledgments: @cringeiknow and @theghostofcosmichorrorpast I could not have done this without either of you! I love you both to pieces! You're the best friends and Beta readers a girl could ask for!
Pairings: Hotch x reader, Emily x reader, Spencer x reader
Warnings and tags: DDDNE, 18+ MDNI, youโre responsible for your own media consumption but for the love of god MDNI, Buckle up Folks this list is a doozy, Explicit Sexual Content Past This Point, Discussions Pertaining to readerโs sexuality while reader is not present, reader is female, reader is bisexual, reader has sex with both men and a woman in this fic, if thatโs not your thing you should probably move along, mentions of wet dreams, praise kink, implied female masturbation, massage that leads to sex, bisexual Emily Prentiss, Bisexual Aaron Hotchner, Bisexual Spencer Reid, Canon Characters Do Not Engage In Sexual Activity With Each Other, They Do All Engage In Sexual Activities With Reader (at the same time (no d/p I wasnโt feeling that brave)), voyeurism, exhibitionism, Dom/sub and Switch Dynamics, dirty everything, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, EVERYBODY GETS SOME HEAD, Almost everybody gives some head, bodily fluids, ingesting bodily fluids (just cum, male and female, nobody panic), PinV sex, sex on a plane, rough sex, rough oral, biting, bite marks, bruises, post sex bruises, hair pulling, hickies, nipple play, pet names, finger sucking, very slight (microscopic) breath play, begging, reader begging, hand job, Hotch spanks reader twice but itโs minor, unprotected sex WRAP IT UP PEOPLE, deep throating, Aftercare, teasing, subspace, plot what plot, reader tells Hotch to Fuck her like he owns her.
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The case had been a rough one; with JJ stuck back at home having had her new baby, Rossi away on a book tour, and Derek out on an injured knee from a renovation incident. JJโs liaison duties had fallen to you, to your silent horror.
It wasnโt that you were bad at public speaking or presenting. Itโs just, your palms got all sticky with sweat, your legs shook, and there was a tightness in your chest that you knew was going to stick around for hours.
Which was not exactly ideal when trying to impress your hot boss.
So you stuffed your anxiety down and did what needed to be done. Because even false confidence had to become actual confidence at some point, right?
As of that moment though, you wouldnโt dare let Hotch know you felt out of your depth. Not while you had something to prove, and especially not when any amount of his attention gave you butterflies in your stomach.
With you on PR duty, the stress that Emily and Spencer were under had doubled.
And with Rossi gone, Hotch had no one to split the administrative duties with.
Which left you all so busy that you had barely seen much of Spencer and Emily. While you and Hotch had been alone together at the station the entire time, with little more than orders and questions conveyed back and forth between the two of you.
Until Hotch had gathered you all into a conference room together to go over the evidence and write up the profileโpress releases and administrative bullshit be damned.
Which left you reeling, because the three of them were just as stressed asโif not more so thanโyou, and when they got stressed...
They tended to get undressed.
Not completelyโobviouslyโjust a suit jacket here, a few popped buttons there, maybe some rolled up sleeves and messy hair.
But a girl could dream.
And God, did you dream vividly.
Nothing about Hotch escaped your notice. The width of his shoulders and chest made you itch to splay your hands over them. His thick hair would look so tempting between your thighs. You wondered if he would like the way youโd tug on it as he devoured you. Even the way the man dressed drove you crazy. His suits must have been tailored, because they fit far too well for your sanity. His silk ties looked soft and pullable. Your fingers itched to give them a good tug, preferably while guiding him to your lips.
Your attraction to Spencer was different from how you lusted after Hotch.
Spencer had an innocence and pureness about him that was impossible not to adoreโฆ An innocence you fantasized about corrupting. You often watched Spencer read, a habit you couldnโt break. It was so hard to look away, however, when he drug his fingers down the page, gentle and reverent. You wondered how that would feel against your ribs. Or lower. His sweet smiles often tempted you to tease him mercilessly. The way his amber eyes lit up when he rambled on made your stomach fill with butterflies. His soft voice always left your heart pounding and your pussy throbbing. Not that he knew thatโthank Godโthough even if he did, it would just embarrass him.
Emily was, wellโฆ Emily.
Confident, strong, sassy and could break you in half, something you definitely wished she would do. Her dark hair and porcelain skin were a thing of beauty. The way she held herself with such surety was enthralling. Her clever and bold personality was absolutely deadly, both to unsubs and your libido. You often wondered how it would feel to earn her attention. She had a โtake chargeโ attitude in the field that you were almost sure would extend to the bedroom as well. You found yourself daydreaming about her scarlet lips giving commands of the erotic variety, smiling, and calling you a good girlโฆ Among other things you imagined they would be very good at.
In layman's terms you were metaphorically fucked.
If only you could get physically fuckedโฆ specifically, by one of them.
Alas, itโs against regulations to fuck your co-workers. So your imagination, that new vibrator, andโif you were luckyโa wet dream or two would just have to do.
Being alone with one of them was truly a battle between your common sense and your carnal imagination.
However, being in a room with all of themโฆ that was enough to put you in a mental crisis of truly epic proportions.
Just to make everything astronomically worse, you were pretty sure they had started to notice.
They had all started to notice.
You had been so relieved to wrap up the case and finally head home. Until you realized that heading home meant being on that cramped jet for several hours with just the three of them.
Hotch, who was sitting across from you, had immediately noticed that something was off with your demeanor. You were usually so exuberant, talkative and flirtatious in a way that rivaled even Penelope.
Now your eyes darted around the cabin, never lingering longer than a second on anythingโespecially a person. Your cheeks were flushed, like you were a little overheated or had spent just a little too long in the sun.
His biggest clue, however, was the way your chest expanded in small rapid breaths. He was growing concerned and was about to ask if you were alright.
Before he could, you offered a quick excuse to Emilyโwho had been chatting animatedly to youโand headed toward the restroom.
โOkay, has anyone else noticed that sheโs been acting strangely all day?โ Spencer asked the other two, once the bathroom door latched behind you.
Hotch nodded his head, agreeing with Spencerโs assessment of your odd behavior.
โI agree, sheโs not been quite herself this week.โ Hotch murmured, raising his brows and shaking his head. โShe definitely hasnโt been nearly as flirtatious as she normally is.โ The usual crease in his brow returned to its proper place. โShe didnโt say anything remotely off-color in front of me at all this week, now that I think about it.โ
Your quiet, nervous state was so unlike youโnot that he had watched you enough to know.
Usually, you would crack a poorly timed joke or two, earning a disciplinary glare, and he would have to bite back a grin all the way through it.
There were no jokes today, no flirting, just intense focus. Your eyes locked on the evidence board. Never straying for a second, not even when he made an attempt to draw your attention. You only responded when asked a direct question and only made eye contact when absolutely necessary.
He had easily noticed your skittish state. How you seemed to duck out of a room as soon as he entered, or disappear for a while and come back laser focused on anything that wasnโt him.
You were usually quite confident. Or at least did a very effective job at hiding it when you werenโt.
โNo kidding.โ Emily snorted in halfhearted amusement. โIโve been trying to snap her out of it the entire flight, and apparently, my flirting only made it worse.โ
โMaybe she just doesnโt like girls, Em.โ Spencer joked with a smug grin.
โShe definitely doesโฆโ Emily countered, giving Spencer a healthy dose of side-eye and a knowing smirk. โShe flirts with me all the time, and Penelope told me that she has an ex-girlfriend. If anything she doesnโt swing your way.โ
In Emilyโs humbleโexpertโopinion, you practically had a flashing neon sign above your head that said: GAY!
Hotch chuckled and shook his head, smiling faintly, โI think youโre both wrong.โ He refereed. โSheโs bisexual, at the least.โ
He glanced up from his case file, his brows raised and a smug smirk on his face.
โShe very well could be.โ Spencer admitted, his face stuck in that expression that said he was overanalyzing every detail about you that could ever apply to this situation. โWe could test that hypothesisโฆโ
His eyes were sparkling with a curiosity that was definitely scientific.
โItโs not a bad ideaโฆโ Emily mused. โIt could be funโฆ and we do have five uninterrupted hours of airtime leftโฆโ
โGround rules would be necessary,โ Hotch added, murmuring almost as if to himself. Pretending to be lost in the case file again. His eyes traced boredly over the lines of text on the page, โand clear consent, from everyone.โ
โNow weโre talking.โ Emily smirked, sitting up a little straighter. She had been waiting for a chance to take her harmless flirting into a more serious pursuit. โI'm surprised though, youโre seriously gonna let us do this Hotch?โ
โI canโt say Iโm not curious to see where it goesโฆโ He admitted, smirking a bit. However, his eyes barely lifted from the page, seemingly disinterested.
He was, in fact, very interested.
He saw the way you looked at himโand the other twoโon a regular basis. He knew you were attracted to them.
What he didnโt knowโwith certainty anywayโwas how you would react to an advance by all three of them at once. He was certain, however, that you were in for the surprise of your lifeโand a very good timeโif you let it get that far.
โItโs settled then.โ Reid smiled in self satisfaction. โWhen she comes back out weโll conduct a littleโฆ experiment.โ
Then the three of them produced a hurried plan.
When you exited the restroom a few minutes later you were no betterโif not worseโoff than you had been before. Trying to get yourself off had not only failed, it had also made the problem almost painful. However, staying in the restroom any longer would not only be embarrassing, but suspicious as well.
You tried not to look at Emily when you sat back down, looking anywhere else would be safer. So you shifted, only to catch Spencerโs eye, who was studying you with a strange expression.
The last time you felt so scrutinized, you had been defending your thesis to earn your Masterโs.
You decided it was probably safest to stare at your lap instead, fiddling with the hem of your pencil skirt. Anxiously rubbing circles in the cotton fabric between your fingers in an effort to sootheโฆ something. Hoping, praying, that none of them knew it had been hiked around your waist only moments beforeโฆ with your hand tucked between your thighs.
โHey, are you alright?โ Emily asked softly.
You could feel all three sets of eyes burning into you, you didnโt dare look up. The racing of your pulse was only getting faster.
โMm hmm.โ You nodded, continuing to play with the seam of your skirt and then trying to smooth a run in the delicate black nylon of your stocking. โIโm perfectly fine.โ
Your voice was a little higher than normal, and you knew they hadnโt missed it.
โHmm, I donโt knowโฆโ Emily responded, you could hear slight teasing in her voice. โYou havenโt been acting fine. In fact, you seem a little stressed,โ You could practically feel the grin on her face as she turned, โHotch, doesnโt she seem stressed?โ
โIncredibly stressed.โ He agreed, and if youโre not mistaken, that was amusement in his tone.
You flush even brighter.
โYou should relax a little.โ He suggested in that stupidly hot low timbre of his. He didnโt even have the decency to toss you a glance. You often wondered if anything could tear the man away from his file. God, maybe one of these days youโd strip down and stand in front of him butt-ass naked, just to see if that would do it.
You couldnโt help the little snort of indignant laughter that escaped you, because Hotchโs tone was practically sinfulโproving that, yeah, you could get wetter than you already wereโand the fact that Hotch, of all people, told you to relax.
โYouโre one to talk.โ You retorted before you could think better of it. A slight feeling of panic washed over you at your brashness and you risked a glance up at him, his expression was frustratingly neutral.
His eyes, however, held a peculiar spark. A spark that still somehow gave you nothing.
Emily scooted a tad closer to you, turning her body to face yours and pulling her knees up under her on the bench seat.
โTurn around.โ She commanded, twirling her finger around in a circle. You raised a brow at her questioningly, unsure of what she was about to do. She rolled her eyes. โJust trust me.โ
You sighedโlong sufferinglyโand did as she asked, turning to face the other end of the jet. Your back now facing the others. You had little indication of what Emily intended to do with your back facing her, but you didnโt have the energy, or the nerve, to argue with her. The only hope in your mind was that she didnโt touch you and send you spiraling down another unfortunate slip-n-slide of arousal.
Then you felt the french pin slide out of your hair, which promptly unfurled and cascaded down your back. The pressure lifted off your scalp, leaving behind a dull ache.
Why had you twisted it so tight that morning?
Oh, that's right.
So you could at least appear put together when youโd realized that it would only be the four of you on the jet home, with no case briefings to distract you.
You could only dream of where you wanted this to go.
Hot mouths, desperate grabs, pleasured moansโฆ snap out of it before you let one slip, holy shit.
You stiffened, very aware that this was a bad idea and tried to pull away.
โRelaxโฆโ She cooed, alarmingly close to your ear. You bristled a little further. โI only want to helpโฆโ
Her hands slid into your hair then, nails raking over your scalp gently before her fingertips began firmly massaging your temples. Your eyes closed involuntarily and most of the tension fled your body without warning. A little sigh escaped your lips and you felt your cheeks start to burn as you sunk into her hands.
โThere, isnโt that better?โ She murmured softly, a lilt to her voice you couldnโt quite place yet.
โIt does feel niceโฆโ You admitted nervously.
Her fingers trailed down from your temples to the back of your neck. Working into the muscles, tight with the start of a tension headache.
โI bet it does, your knots have knots.โ She hummed sympathetically, if not a little disapprovingly. โYou shouldnโt let it get this bad. Itโs not healthy and it feels painful.โ
โItโs been a long weekโฆโ You responded a little defensively. โI donโt think I can handle many more cases without JJ and Rossi around.โ
The words are almost strangled, her hands on your neck both a blessing and a curse. Then they slide down to your shoulders. Kneading and digging into your traps in an earnest attempt to banish the tension there.
โWhy is that?โ She asked curiously, but there was something moreโฆ sensuous, about the way she said it. It sent a small shiver down your spine that, luckily, was easy enough to conceal. But you still wondered if she felt it.
You tensed up slightly again.
โBecause, I am not a trained press liaison. JJ does a much better job, and weโre all better off with more of us in the field. You guys almost ran yourselves ragged trying to get everything done, and Hotch didnโt have Rossi to delegate administrative tasks to. Not to mention the locals were being a pain in the ass the whole time. It honestly felt like a bit of a clusterfuck.โ You confessed, though that was only half the truth.
โYou did a wonderful job with the press, JJ even texted me to tell me she was proud of you.โ Hotch murmured from across the aisle, giving you a rare compliment. You glanced over at him in surprise, you hadnโt known JJ had sung your praises to Hotch as well. โBut she told you that herself earlier. So why are you really so anxious?โ
โIt was just a lot for the four of us to take on, thatโs all.โ You insisted, but Emilyโs hands started to work their way down your spine. She found a particularly sore spot and dug her thumb into it mercilessly, forcing a moan to escape your lips without permission.
โSorry.โ You murmured in absolute mortification.
โDonโt apologize.โ Emily hushes you, a sly knowing smile on her face. โI like it when you're vocal.โ
That startled you so thoroughly that you actually jumped a little. Any other day and it wouldnโt have phased you at all. That type of flirting was normal from Emily, she liked to make you blush. Tonight, however, you were woefully underprepared for her raunchiness. You laughed nervously, knowing that she would expect you to laugh on a normal day.
โMmmm, Iโm with Hotch.โ Spencer hummed, finally entering the conversation. โI think something else has you all worked up. Youโre missing Morgan, JJ, and Rossi because theyโre a good buffer.โ
You almost choked on air, he couldnโt possibly have worked that out so easily.
โI donโt know what you mean.โ You lied.
He didnโt respond, and instead shared a glance with the others behind your back. Hotch gave a subtle nod to Emily, and she smiled in pure glee, before pulling your hair to one side and tracing her nose down the side of your neck. Her breath caused goosebumps to rise on your skin.
โYou donโt? Are you sure?โ She murmured, voice taking on a blatantly seductive tone.
You shot a worried glance in Hotchโs direction, only to find his eyes glazed over. Something heated hiding just beneath the surface.
โI- Iโm sure.โ You stuttered, every bit of that false confidence youโd been building ripped away in an instant. Leaving you a mess, you squeezed your thighs together once more trying to silence the throbbing ache between them, and his eyes flicked down to track the movement.
โYou canโt lie to us. Weโve all been paying attention, sweetheart, and we see everything.โ Hotch murmured, his voice thick and husky. โYou know better.โ
Sweetheart? Oh god. What on earth was happening?
You looked away from him quickly, hoping the truth wasnโt on blatant display in your eyes.
He chuckled softly.
Emilyโs hand cupped your chin gently as she turned your head to face her, to face all of them.
โEmily?โ You murmured in apprehension. She started to lean in closer to you, much closer. Too close for you to keep your wits about you. โWhat are you doing?โ
She was searching your eyes intently for any hint of discomfort or fear.
She found none.
โThis.โ She whispered and then her lips met yours.
It was a gentle, seeking kiss. Her lips sure and firm against your own. You couldnโt help but lose yourself in it for a moment. The world narrowed down to her.
Her soft lips against yours. The way her mouth moved, seeking more from you. Her hand skimmed up your jaw from your chin and tangled in your hair as she deepened the kiss, pulling a soft whimper from your throat.
A whimper that was echoed by Spencer, just a few feet away.
His soft needy whine pulled you back down to earth, or rather, inside the jet. Where it suddenly dawned on you that Emily was shoving her tongue down your throat, in front of the team. In front of the team and your boss, who was-unfortunatelyโa stickler for rules.
Jerking away from Emily, you looked over at Hotch.
โEmily!โ You gasped quietly, scrambling backward away from her on the seat. Despite your very, very willing participation. She followed you slowly. โWhat has gotten into you!?โ
You were panting, your breaths shaky, your hands even shakier.
She smiled at you softly and threw a glance back over her shoulder at the others. Her gaze seemed to project, I told you so, as she crawled a little closer to you. You looked around at them thenโpanicked and breathlessโthe throbbing between your legs not at all helping you to make sense of the situation.
You focused on Hotch. Your eyes searched his frantically, knowing a reprimand would be swiftly coming your way. Or the inevitable glare of disappointment. Or worse, suspension.
Your jaw nearly hit the floor when he smirked at you instead.
โDonโt stop on my account.โ He murmured, his voice thick and low, a slight rasp starting to come through. โIt was just starting to get interesting.โ
What. The. Fuck.
โW-w-what?โ You stuttered, unsure if you had maybe misheard him, or imagined the whole fucking thing.
โYou heard what I said.โ He shrugged at you. โDonโt stop.โ
Your mouth opened and closed, trying to form words when you were pretty sure your brain was on a hiatus.
โBut-โ You started to argue and he furrowed his brows at you.
This absolutely could not be happening. It was impossible. Any second now you were going to wake up and employ that new toy you had ordered specifically to deal with this issue.
โAre you saying you donโt like it when Prentiss kisses you?โ He asked, his expression making it clear that he already knew the answer was no. You searched his eyes intently, looking for any sign that this would end poorly for you. What you saw instead was pure, unadulterated lust. The deep hazel of his eyes was almost consumed by his pupils and dark with hunger. He wanted you, he wanted to watch you make out with Emily, wanted to hear your moans and it was driving him crazy. So you shook your head no. Because you definitely did like the way Emily had kissed you and you wanted more. โThen close your mouth before I use it, and let Emily make you feel better.โ
โOkay.โ You murmured, barely louder than a whisper.
That was all Emily needed to hear.
Her mouth crashed into yours again and she pressed you back against the seat, slowly laying you down. Her body hovered over yours, the sweet scent of her perfume curling around you and numbing your senses. A moan ripped its way out of your mouth and she devoured it whole as her hand rested softly on your leg, just below the knee length hem of your skirt, and began to push it slowly up your thigh. The coolness of the air on your newly exposed skin made you shiver, a small shuddery breath accompanying it.
Emily grinned against your lips.
โGarters, huh? Canโt wait to see if they match your panties.โ She murmured, Hotch and Spencer both groaned.
The idea of the two of them watching the two of you and enjoying itโฆ was enough to make you squirm, the throbbing between your legs became agonizing again. Your thighs were rubbing together seeking any amount of frictionโฆ
Until Emily forced her knee between your legs, forcing them apart and not allowing the friction you so desperately needed. Her fingers still slowly dragged your skirt up the expanse of your thigh until she had it hiked up around your waist again.
โSo prettyโฆโ Hotch murmured, his voice thick and rough.
You turned your head to look at him, not at all phasing Emily who began kissing your neck instead, and found him sitting with his legs spread. His pants were undone and his long thick member was firmly gripped in his palm. If you werenโt so occupied with the fact Emily had found a spot on your neck that made your entire body tingle, your eyes mightโve bugged out of your head.
Emilyโs lips managed to coax another soft moan from you and your attention was temporarily diverted. Your head rolled back a little to give her space to work, which made her chuckle. A sound that you were sure was pure sin.
You heard another sound, a soft moan from across the aisle, and you realized that Hotchโฆ
Wasnโt the only one.
Spencer had taken his out as well, watching you intently while stroking himself slowly. A loud and surprising moan erupted from your lips, pulling soft groans from the three of them in response.
You didnโt know what you wanted more.
Emilyโs mouthโฆ or either of the cocks now standing at attention in front of you.
However, the decision would not be left up to you.
Emilyโs hand was now popping open the buttons of your blouse one by one. Working her way down your stomach, her mouth following her hands slowly. She was taking her sweet time, kissing, sucking and biting gently. Sucking your skin into her mouth and rolling it softly between her teeth, probably leaving some little red marks. Her head dipping lower and lower toward the apex of your thighs.
More little moans escaped through your heavy, panting breaths.
Her mouth finally hovered over the place you wanted it most. Emilyโs breath was hot as she slowly closed her lips around your clit over your black lacy panties. A strangled cry breaking free as you threw your head back, your mouth wide and your eyes closing tightly.
Hotch knelt down behind you, pushing his shoulder under your head, forcing you to look down at Emily between your legs. His hand brushed your hair out of your face gently.
โDo you like having Emilyโs mouth between your legs, sweetheart?โ He hummed against your temple, placing a tender kiss there.
You opened your mouth to answer, but Emily had other plans, sucking harder on your clit that she had been previously, while flicking at it with her tongue. Your panties werenโt even off yet and she had you nearly in tears from the pleasure.
A strangled, half moan, half gasp left your mouth in the place of words.
Hotch chuckled softly and his breath moved your hair, tickling your forehead.
โWhere did that clever mouth go? It was working so well earlier.โ His fingers curled around your open blouse, and he gently pulled it off your shoulders. He guided you back onto his shoulder again as he placed kisses to the side of your neck, and then tossed the shirt to Spencer, who brought it to his nose and took a deep breath of your perfume.
โShe smells so goodโฆโ Spencer mumbled softly, still palming his own erection and watching Emily's head move between your legs.
โYou have no idea how good she smells.โ Emily groaned, biting the inside of your thigh hard enough to sting and then started to suck a hickey over the indentations her teeth had made.
โWhy donโt you take her panties off and tell us how she tastes.โ Hotch suggested with a smirk, you groaned softly in agreement. Your hips bucked slightly and that knot in your core squeezed tight.
โYou like that idea, huh?โ He teased gently, you could feel his grin against your temple. Then he threaded his hand through your hair and pulled your head back to mouth hot kisses down the line of your throat.
โI definitely do.โ Emily smirked, then hooked her thumbs into the waist of your panties and slowly began to drag them down your hips. Her fingers deftly unclipping your garters from your stockings, then continuing to drag your panties down your legs until she had freed them completely and tossed them to the floor. Her warm breath fanned out across your skin and yours hitched at the sensation. Much to Emilyโs delight, goosebumps pebbled your thighs and she ran her fingertips over them slowly. Which only made them worse.
โItโs not braille.โ You hissed at her impatiently. โItโs not going to magically spell anything out.โ
โThat fucking mouthโฆโ She mumbled as she finally closed the distance between her mouth and your pussy. Your hips bucked at the heat of her tongue as she licked a path from your entrance to your clit.
A strangled cry flew from your lips. Emilyโs laugh puffed against you, and the only thing keeping you aware of anything at all was the combination of Spencer and Hotchโs laughs filling the space as well.
โNot such a smartass with a tongue on your pussy are you?โ Hotchโs gravelly voice reverberated in your ear before he took your ear lobe in his mouth and bit it gently. โBe good for us and weโll see just how many times we can make you come.โ
You only had the mental capacity to nodโฆ because Emily had just sucked your clit into her mouth and was rolling her tongue over it. Thatโcombined with the gentle suction she so mindfully appliedโmeant whimpering, nodding, and squirming was all you could manage to do.
The warmth of her mouth was obscene, the slick firmness of her tongue enough to make you see stars. She gave a particularly rough pull of suction against your clit and you couldnโt contain yourself.
โFuck!โ You gasped, throwing your head back and closing your eyes.
Hotch wasnโt having that though.
Especially since Spencer was barely containing his own whimpers and moans from the chair across the aisle, where he was watching the entire scene with rapt attention, soaking in every detail. Hotch took your chin in his hand and forced you to look at Spencer.
โLook at him.โ He commanded, growling in your ear. โLook at what youโre doing to him, Sweetheart, and you havenโt even touched him.โ
You made eye contact with Spencer then, his eyes full of longing, sweat glistening on his brow and his hand struggling to maintain a steady rhythm on his cock. His chest was heaving from the effort it was taking him to remain in control, you could clearly hear his ragged breaths from your place across the cabin. His cheeks were flushedโa ruddy pinkโand his hair was disheveled from his fingers, which he kept dragging through it.
โSpenceโฆโ You murmured softly, for no other reason than you felt the need to say his name. To acknowledge him and make sure he knew you saw him. To be certain he knew that you appreciated what you saw.
His cock was so hard it was closer to pink than his natural skin tone and you were anxious to do something about it. It looked almost painful.
You felt like you could hear everything he was thinking as he broke eye contact to study the length of your body, then brought his gorgeous amber doe eyes back yours.
โTell her how beautiful she looks Reid, talk to her, she loves it when you ramble.โ Hotch urged him gently. โDonโt you, pretty girl?โ
You really did and the pleading look in your eyes was all he needed to see to know that was true.
โYou should see yourself right now, Angelโฆโ Spencer murmured softly, hesitantly at first but the heat in your eyes as you gazed back at him was undeniable, and the boost in confidence he needed. โYouโre stunning, absolutely ethereal, bewitching even. From the luster of your hair to the delicate curves of your legs, you look like a dream. Your perfect breasts look so firm and smooth, I want to cup my hands around them just to see how it would feel.โ
You moaned softly at that and Hotch hummed his agreement and approval of Spencerโs pretty words. He had to admit he was impressed, Reid seemed to have a way of waxing poetic. He watched with glee as your body reacted, both to Emilyโs ministrations and Spencerโs words as he continued to speak. โDarling you are divine, the very smell of your perfume is intoxicating. Your lips are tantalizing and I can only imagine the feel of them on mine would be soft as silk.โ
You hung on every word, his voice mesmerizing you as he spoke. You had no idea that Spencer had such a way with words. His poetic phrasing had your heart racing and your stomach fluttering.
Emilyโs warm tongue slowly drifted away from your clit, trailing down your pussy to the wetness of your entranceโฆ and she began to leisurely fuck you with it. You moaned so loudly it startled you and bit your bottom lip to stifle the noise.
โThey canโt hear you in the cockpit, Angel. The door is too thick and the engines are too loud. Not to mention, theyโre wearing headsets to communicate with air traffic control.โ Spencer explained quietly.
Hotchโs hands started to travel down your body. One slipping into the black see-through mesh and lace of your bra, the other sliding slowly down your stomach and finding yourโrecently abandonedโclit. He circled it with his fingertips gently. His other hand firmly massaging your breast and rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. โYou heard him, Sweetheart. No one can hear you but the three of us, and like Emily said: we like it when youโre vocal.โ
You let out a soft whimper and he hummed in approval.
Emily drew most of your attention back to herself as she replaced her tongue with two fingers, stretching you wider and filling you more satisfyingly than before. She stayed between your legs though, sucking and biting at your thighs as she made her fingers match the pace of Spencerโs hand.
You knew thatโs what she was doing because you were still watching him from the corner of your eye, and for every downward stroke of his hand, she thrust her fingers inside you at the same moment. Hotch caught on to what she was doing, and he also began to match that rhythm and pace, kissing and nipping at the column of your throat as he played with your clit and nipples.
โLet go babe, weโve got you. I can feel how close you are, youโve got my fingers in a vise.โ Emily murmured against the skin of your thigh, pressing a kiss to the place she had just bitten. Hotch hummed against your neck.
โAre you gonna come on Emilyโs fingers, Sweetheart?โ He murmured, before biting your exposed throat gently and laving at it with his tongue.
All you could do was moan in response.
Emilyโs mouth found its way back to your clit, nipping Hotchโs finger playfully to make him move it. He looked down at her with a smirk and flicked her forehead teasingly before bringing his hand up to your other breast.
She rolled her eyes at him and flattened her tongue against your clit, then circled it and finally began sucking on it again as she continued to fuck you with her fingers. Hotch was rolling both your nipples between his fingers and returned his mouth to your throat, you were almost certain he was leaving marks there.
He was and it was completely intentional, it was the weekend, and he intended to give you all two extra days off at the start of next week. They would fade.
Emily was getting worked up herself and the sound of your little pants and moans were driving her to distraction. When you let out a particularly loud whimper, she hummed in satisfaction and the vibration made you throw your head back farther and moan so lewdly that Hotch picked his head up to look at your face.
Your eyes were squeezed shut, your supple lips were shaped in a wide โOโ and he couldnโt help himself anymore, your mouth was just begging to be filled.
You were vaguely aware that he had lifted your head off his shoulder and moved to stand, but you were too focused on Emilyโand her mouthโ to wonder why.
Then something warm bumped your chin.
You opened your eyes and found Hotch standing in front of you, his cock bouncing just out of reach of your mouth. You looked up and met his eyes, questioningly.
He smirked down at you, reaching out and cupping your jaw in his hand. His calloused thumb rubbed a small circle on the smooth skin of your cheek.
โI told you to close your mouth or Iโd use it.โ He murmured, voice low and rough. His thumb stretched to pull your lip down just a little and let it snap back into place, then brushed the corner of your mouth softly.
You didnโt respond, you just opened your mouth a little wider and offered it to him.
โFuck.โ He murmured, barely louder than a whisper.
Em chuckled quietly and the vibrations ran straight up your spine then down your legs, making your toes curl. You threaded your hands through Emilyโs hair, needing something, anything, to hold on to.
โA little wider sweetheart.โ Hotch prompted you.
You obeyed immediately, opening your mouth as wide as you could and maintaining eye contact with him. You knew he would like the attention and he did, rewarding you with his thick cock as he slid it slowly into the warmth of your mouth.
He tasted clean, but salty, and the precum that was already leaking from him was sweet as well with a slightly bitterโbut deliciousโaftertaste. You groaned as you closed your lips around him.
โHow does her mouth feel?โ Spencerโs voice was strained, he still hadnโt moved to touch you, content to observe.
To learn.
โSheโs perfect.โ Hotch groaned, his hand buried in your hair fisting it firmly but not roughly. He began to use it to pull you slowly up and down the length of his cock. โFuck sweetheart, you feel amazing.โ He murmured looking down at you affectionately, โYouโre so warm, and youโre being so pliant for me.โ
You kept eye contact with him, trying to focus on himโฆ While also being on the verge of coming from Emilyโs tongue on your clit, her finger pumping in and out of your pussy. All three of them were still matching pace with each other, and it was intoxicating. In and out and in and out, all at the same time.
Realizing how close you were, just needing a little push to fall over the edge, Emily reached up and started rolling your nipple beneath the lace of your bra. Then she slightly changed the angle of her fingers, curling them slightly to brush against your g-spot with every thrust.
You uttered a very strangled cry, the sound muffled around Hotchโs thickness. โWhatever you just did, she liked it. Didnโt you, pretty girl?โ
You moaned in response and his hand tightened in your hair, a low hiss sliding through his clenched teeth.
Emily chuckled and kept her pace steady, but the vibration of her laughter around your clit as she sucked on it was all it took to send you spiraling into blissful oblivion.
Your body felt fuzzy and warm and your pussy was pulsing uncontrollably around Emilyโs fingers. Your legs were shaking and you finally broke eye contact with Hotch as you scrunched your face up in pleasure. Eyes closed tightly as she fucked you through it, then licked your pussy from bottom to top as though savoring the taste of your orgasm.
Your body slowly relaxed again and when Emily pressed one more kiss to your clit then stood from the couch, you opened your eyes again to look up at her. Panting heavily as you realized now, that Hotch had pulled out of your mouth so that you could breathe through your orgasm.
Emily smirked down at you and then held her two glistening fingers up to the light for Hotch to inspect. He looked at them with a feral sort of hunger in his eyes.
โDo you want to taste her?โ Emily asked him, a sly grin on her face as she offered her middle finger up to him. โSheโs deliciousโฆโ She purred, and Hotch glanced down at you, recovering from your orgasm with a look of pure adoration for Emily in your eyes.
Then he turned his head toward her and grabbed her wrist with his free hand, before drawing her finger into his mouthโฆ and sucking it clean.
You groaned and let your head rest against his hand that was still tangled in your hair.
โFuck, she tastes like heaven. Reid, you wanna taste?โ Hotch asked the younger man, then turned his attention back to you, tugging lightly on your hair. โGet down on your knees for me, Sweetheart.โ He coaxed gently.
You obeyed him, getting down on your knees in front of him, but watched Reid and Prentiss as you did it. She was offering her ring finger to him and he was licking it clean and groaning, as he stroked himself a little harder.
Spencerโฆ Spencer who didnโt shake hands because of germsโฆ was licking Emilyโs finger, just so he could taste you.
Fuckโฆ
You whimpered softly and Hotch chuckled quietly, using your hair to tilt your face up to look at him .
โYou can have him as soon as Iโm done with your pretty little mouth.โ He murmured teasingly. โOpen up sweetheart.โ You let your mouth fall open in what you hoped was a sexy expression. โSo prettyโฆโ He whispered for the second time that night as he slid his cock back into your mouth.
He used your hairโagain, to your delightโto guide your mouth up and down his considerable length. He was taking it slow, going easy on youโฆ you didnโt like that, not one bit. So you surged forward on his cock, taking as much of him as you could without gagging and he let out a sharp, gasping, string of barely intelligible obscenities.
You tried to pull back a bit to do it againโฆ but he held you firmly in place.
โYou want me to fuck your mouth, pretty girl? Blink once for no, twice for yes.โ You moaned, looking up at him from under your lashes and pleading with your eyes, you blinked twice.
That is exactly what you wanted.
He chuckled quietly and then gave you a soft look.
โHave you ever had your mouth fucked before? Once for no, twice for yes.โ You blinked onceโyou hadnโt and you were nervous because with his cock so deep in your throat you couldnโt breathe, you were also struggling not to gagโbut you wanted him to do it so badly in that moment.
โThen listen closely, so I donโt hurt you.โ He warned you, then caressed your neck tenderly. โRelax your throat, soften the back of your mouth.โ He instructed gently. โGo ahead, Iโll tell you when youโve done it right.โ You tried to do as he asked, relaxing all the muscles in your throat and opening the back of your mouth. โGood girl, thatโs perfect.โ
Your head was starting to feel fuzzy from lack of oxygen, but you knew he wouldnโt hurt you so you didnโt panic.
โKeep your jaw loose and let me move you, donโt fight against me or try to help. Itโll make you sore if you do. You canโt breathe right now can you?โ He asked, seemingly knowing the answer was no, but you blinked once anyway. โYou are going to have to focus on your breathing. Time it so that you take a full inhale through your nose as Iโm pulling out.โ
He pulled you back off his cock just enough so that your airway was clear, you immediately sucked in a full breath and your head cleared.
โGood girlโฆโ He soothed, stroking your cheek with the back of his finger. โWhen you take a breath, hold it. Then release it when I pull out the next time. Do you understand?โ
You blinked twice.
โPerfect.โ
He started so slowlyโbarely moving at allโletting you get the hang of how to breathe and how to keep everything loose and relaxed.
โThatโs perfect, sweetheart, just like that.โ He praised you after a minute, and then he slowly increased his pace, going a little deeper as well.
โLook how well she takes itโฆโ Emily purred, kneeling down next to you and brushing a stray hair from your face. โSuch a good girlโฆโ She cooed, running her hand down your bare back.
Her words only served to fuel your ego and you preened under her praise.
โSheโs a naturalโฆโ Hotch agreed and brought his free hand up to your cheek. โThink you can take it a little faster, pretty girl?โ He asked, stroking your skin with his thumb.
You blinked twice.
โGood girl, remember to breathe in on every other one.โ He both praised and reminded you softly as he picked up the pace. His cock was touching the back of your throat now with every inward thrust. His hand in your hair supported your head and held you completely still. You were like putty in his hands, and Hotch was reveling in it. He loved the way you completely surrendered and trusted him with something youโd never experienced before. โFuck, Sweetheartโฆ youโre taking me so well. Iโm so proud of you.โ
The tone of voice he was usingโlow and roughโwas making your pussy throb all over again.
You moaned and he lost a little bit of his restraint, fucking into your mouth a little harder than he had been before, but not hard enough to hurt you. It was making your eyes water, however, and you had tears running down your cheeks. Hotch was enthralled by them, by the mascara tracks they were leaving and the way they changed the shade of your eyes slightly. โSuch a good fucking girl, letting me fuck your mouth like thisโฆ youโre perfection, sweetheart.โ
โLook at what youโre doing to himโฆโ Emily whispered softly in your ear. โHeโs barely holding on, youโre driving him crazy with those pouty, fuckable lips and pleading puppy dog eyesโฆ you should see yourself the way heโs seeing you right nowโฆ youโre fucking beautiful baby.โ
You moaned and it wouldโve been loud and obscene if not for the cock in your mouth.
Hotchโs hips stuttered and he cursed, you knew that meant he was close.
โIโm about to come, pretty girlโฆโ He gritted out, his hand in your hair tightening. โCan you take it?โ
You moaned and blinked twice at him, then held eye contact. You didnโt know how you knew that would send him over the edge, you just did.
Then he was spilling himself down your throat, and you swallowed every fucking drop, then sucked him clean. He pulled his cock from your mouth and tucked it back into his briefs, then squatted down in front of you. The thumb of his free hand wiped a drop of liquid off your chin and he brought it to your lips, the look in his eyes almost challenging.
You licked his thumb from base to tip, then closed your lips around it and lightly sucked on it. He smiled at you then, pulling his thumb from your mouth and sliding that hand back to join his other in your hair. Hotch pulled you toward him gently as he started to lean in and murmured, โSuch a good girlโฆโ
The kiss he gave you was hot, sloppy and branding. He could taste himself in your mouth as his tongue invaded it and he was obsessed with the mingling of his flavor and yours. You moaned into his mouth and tried to deepen the kiss again, but he heard Spencerโs ragged breathing behind him and pulled back.
โYou wanna ride Reidโs cock, Sweetheart?โ He murmured loudly enough that Spencer also heard him and you both whimpered pathetically at the suggestion.
Hotch and Emily both chuckled, and then Hotch put his hands on your waist to help you stand and guided you over to the chair Spencer was in. Your legs were shaking and you were as clumsy as a baby giraffe stumbling over to him.
Spencer was looking up at you with those big amber puppy dog eyes and you felt even weaker in the knees, luckily you didnโt have to stand for much longer. Hotch steadied you on your wobbly legs until you climbed up onto Spencerโs lap, straddling him.
He was hesitant to touch you, his observation had started this whole thing and when he had suggested an experimentโฆ he hadnโt expected it to end in sexโฆespecially not group sex. When Hotch and Emily had started talking about consent and ground rulesโlines that couldnโt be crossedโ he had been sent reeling.
When he had asked if theyโd noticed you acting strangely it had been out of concern for your wellbeing. When he had suggested they test the hypothesis he had merely meant to prove whether you were into men, women, or both.
He had wanted a scientific experiment, not sexual experimentation.
Not that he was complainingโฆ
He, Emily, and Hotch were all three bisexual. Hotch didnโt really broadcast that fact, especially not in front of the others. Even though Spencer was pretty sure the only two on the team who werenโt queer were Rossi and Derek, and he wasnโt even sure about Rossi sometimes. So it wasnโt a big deal if you were or were not bisexual. He had only been curious.
Curiosity killed the cat or something like thatโฆ yet this time he had ended up with your bare pussy hovering over his cock, and he was not at all upset with this outcome. Just incredibly shocked. You were so beautiful, looking down at him with your tear stained cheeks and swollen lips. He still hesitated, however, because he wasnโt sure whether or not you really wanted him, or if he was being included simply because he was here.
You could see that hesitation, that self doubt in his eyesโฆ you hated it.
So you leaned in and kissed him. It was a sweet kiss at firstโฆ reassuring and gentle. You were giving him plenty of time to work his nerve up. When he didnโt pull awayโand even started to reciprocateโyou deepened the kiss and teased at his lips with your tongue.
Requesting entry.
He parted his lips for you immediately, you smiled against him before you let your tongue caress his sinfully. His body was no longer rigid, but he was still tense. You moved to kissing his neck and nipping at his skin.
โRelax Spenceโฆโ You murmured sensually, running your hands through his hair and brushing it back from his forehead. โLet me lead, Iโll take care of you.โ Pulling back and checking in to make sure, before you went too far, you looked him in the eyes, searching them intently. โIs this okay with you, Handsome?โ
He nodded, biting his bottom lip in a way that made you want to bite it too.
โYes.โ He murmured, still hesitatingโฆ then whispered, โI justโ Iโve only done this twiceโฆ I donโt know what to do in this positionโฆโ
Ohโฆ
โThatโs okay, I didnโt know what to do a minute ago and Hotch talked me right through itโฆ We can do that for you, if you want?โ You offered him gently. Your eyes were soft and kind, but let him see just how badly you wanted him. โBesidesโฆ Iโll enjoy being able to teach you something for once.โ
He laughed softly, and some of the tension melted away from him.
โOkay.โ He agreed. โTell me what to do.โ
Then in a burst of confidence, he reached up and tucked your hair behind your ear.
You hummed in approval.
โTouching me would be a great start.โ You teased gently, not at all trying to bruise his ego.
โThatโs trueโฆโ He joked quietly and his hands settled on your waist, then started to slowly trail up your sides. Lightly dancing over your ribs. โWhat ifโฆ I did this as well?โ
And then his hands were reaching around to the clasp of your bra and deftly unhooking it. Which shocked you given his inexperienceโฆ youโd bet anything that heโd practiced somehow so he wouldnโt fumble when it mattered.
You reached down between your bodies and wrapped your hand around him. He sucked in a sharp gasp, jumping at the contact and your soft chuckle was echoed by two more behind you.
โThen I would do this and tell you that you have great instincts if youโll just listen to them.โ You started to slowly pump your hand up and down his length and he groaned. It was an almost tortured sound, as though you were both killing him and pleasuring him at the same time.
He slid the straps of your bra down your arms and you briefly let go of him to toss it to the floor. You sat up a little straighter as he took in the sight of you, sitting astride him in nothing but a garter belt and thigh-high stockings.
โYouโre so beautiful, Angelโฆโ he murmured, then leaned forward and pressed kisses to your breasts.
You lost patience then.
โAre you ready?โ You asked him as you lined him up with your entrance, barely putting the tip in.
Your hands were trembling and your breathing was rapid and shaky.
โArenโt I supposed to be the one who asks you that?โ He responded, but his voice cracked and you knew he was putting on bravado. He was every bit as desperate as you, his breaths ragged and harsh.
โSpenceโฆโ You whimpered, needing his permission to sink down on it. โPlease.โ
He didnโt respond, instead he gripped your hips firmly and tugged you down onto his cock until you were fully seated on it. You swore you could feel every ridge, every vein, and every little twitch it made.
โFuck!โ You moaned, loudly, earning snickers and snorts from the two voyeurs sitting on the couch behind you.
โShit, sorry! Did I hurt you?โ He panicked.
โThat was definitely not a sound of pain, Reid.โ Hotch murmured.
Spencer looked at you closely anyway, unsure if you were alright.
โYou told me to follow my instincts so Iโโ
You kissed him, to shut him up and stop his doubts from running away with his head. Then you started to ride him slowly. He groaned against your lips and you smiled. The feel of himโfilling you upโwas exquisite.
โYour instincts are perfect Spencerโฆโ You praised him, letting your hands drift back into his hair. โThat was hot.โ
His beautiful eyes gazing up at you as you rode him made you feel a little dizzy, he was so fucking pretty. He was gripping your hips tightly and every time you brought them back down he whimpered. The sounds he was making were driving you insane.
โTilt your hips forward a bit more, sweetheart.โ Hotch instructed you, his voice low and raspy. โItโll help you take him deeper, and feel twice as good for him.โ
He was right, and you did know that already, but it was so fucking sexy when he started giving orders.
โAnd for her.โ Prentiss added, you could hear the salacious smile in her tone.
โLike this?โ You asked in a faux bashful tone, as if you didnโt know how to do it. Then you did it perfectly, so that you and Reid both groaned, and your ass popped back enticingly for Hotch and Emily.
They both groaned softly and you smiled, winking at Spencer. Letting him in on your antics. He smiled back at you, as amused as he could beโgiven the circumstances.
โWhat about this? Do you think this would make him feel good?โ You asked, rolling and circling your hips seductively as you rode him.
Spencer hissed out a breath, his eyes rolling back briefly.
โI can confirm that it does in fact feel amazing.โ He groaned, you giggled and threw a flirty glance back over your shoulder at the others. Then leaned forward and sucked Spencerโs bottom lip into your mouth, biting it. He slid his hands down to your thighs squeezing tightly, then over your thighs where he looped his fingers into your stockings and peeled them down your legs, tossing them to the floor. Then traced his fingers back up your calves and thighs, back to your hips and you noticed he was avoiding your assโฆ So did Prentiss.
You felt the heat of her body behind you before you heard her voice, and pulled back to look up at her.
โDonโt be shy Reidโฆโ She purred, her hands landing on his, dragging them back till they rested fully on your ass. โGet a good handfulโฆ or two.โ She made him squeeze you firmly. You moaned and Emily chuckled. โSeeโฆ She loves that, donโt you babe?โ
โYes!โ You moaned wantonly, and caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of your eye. Hotch had moved closer and was perched on the edge of the table next to the seat you and Spencer were in. He was watching with a ravenous hunger in his eyes.
โPut her nipple in your mouth, Reid.โ He said after a moment. โSuck on it while circling your tongue around it.โ
Emily hummed her approval, they were giving Spencer a veritable textbook for How To Make You Come 101. Spencer listened, of course. Heโd just watched Hotch and Emily tag team you into an orgasm, their words were as good as gold.
When his lips closed around your nipple you hissed and whimpered a little, picking up your pace as you bounced up and down on his cock. Hotch chuckled in lust filled amusement, reaching over and stroking your ribs with the back of his hand.
โShe makes such beautiful little sounds.โ He mused to Emily, who nodded and then grabbed a handful of your hair.
She used it to tip your head back then kissed you thoroughly, her tongue caressing yours and you could still taste your pussy on her lips. You moaned and ground yourself down against Spencer, his cock reaching all the way to your cervix, you felt as though you could feel him in your stomach.
Hotchโs fingers were tracing your ribs, or maybe that was Spencer? No, his hands were still on your ass so it had to be Hotch or Emily. Someone was trailing a hand down your stomach to where your body joined with Spencerโs, this hand was larger and callused while the other was soft and smaller. So Emily was tracing your ribs, while Hotchโฆ
Hotch was on a collision course with your clit. You knew when he made impact, youโd see stars.
Spencer switched nipples, still kneading your ass with firmness and your muscles were starting to ache from pulling yourself up and down his cock at this pace. Emily was still lighting you up with her kiss, her fingers traveling down the line of your rib to the breast that Reid had started with. Hotchโs fingers were getting closer and closer, but they were moving so slowly you knew he was trying to drive you wild with anticipation.
It was working.
Your chest was heaving, you were trembling and your legs were aching deliciously from exertion. Spencerโs cock was hitting you perfectly every time you sank down on it. All the sensations combined were almost too much for your sanity. You were so close, again.
โLook at you, falling apart at the seamsโฆ youโre so close arenโt you sweetheart?โ Hotch murmured, his voice a lot closer than it had last been. What was he, a mind reader? His nose skimmed your neck up to your ear, which he then bit gently. You moaned into Emilyโs mouth, a pitiful little whimper, and you felt her smile softly against your lips. โDoes Reidโs cock feel so good? Filling you up like that. Stretching you out. I wonder, can you still taste yourself on Emilyโs lips? Do you know how good you taste, pretty girl?โ
Fuck, was he trying to kill you?
It was like his voice had gained a solid form and had wrapped itself around your throat, cutting off your oxygen and leaving you completely breathless. Your senses were overwhelmed, in a state of near euphoria, and you knew that once Hotchโs fingers reached their destinationโand they would in the next three secondsโthat the barest graze of them was going to make you explode.
He stopped just short of his target. You whined against Emilyโs lips and he laughed at you softly.
โI think she ought to earn this oneโฆ What do you think, Prentiss? Should we make her beg?โ Hotch asked the other woman, he didnโt ask Reid because the poor man was barely holding it together and all of his focus was split between the nipple he was currently stimulating and not coming inside you without consent.
Emilyโreluctantlyโpulled her tongue out of your mouth and smirked down at you.
โHmm, she was being a little bit of a tease a minute ago wasnโt she?โ She made a show of looking very contemplative, all the while she continued toying with your other nipple. โReid?โ
She brought Spencer into the conversationโor she tried to.
โBusy.โ He murmured against the skin of your breast as he continued his work there, he would not be distracted. You glanced down and saw that he had started marking your skin with hickeys.
You moaned at the sight and let your head fall back.
โYou want me to beg, and Iโll beg. Just please donโt make him stop.โ Your voice was heavy, rough and breathless. You were so incredibly close, your body was starting to shake, and you knew youโd come, whether they kept touching you or not.
They knew it too, but they also knew they could make it so much strongerโฆ if you were good for them.
โIt feels so good, huh, sweetheart?โ Hotch asked, his tone slightly condescending. โIf you ask nicely, weโll give you what you needโฆโ
His hand was still stalled on your lower abdomen less than an inch away from your clit. Emily was just barely teasing your nipple and while it seemed like Spencer was ignoring them, you knew he was giving you just enough to keep you on the edge. Sneaky.
However, you expected no less from him. He was a fast and visual learner, he had been watching closely when Hotch and Emily had been playing you like a fiddle. He could have had you screaming all on his own if heโd wanted toโyou had no doubt about thatโ heโd just needed the confidence to get started.
Hotch and Emily had helped with that.
โIโll be such a good girl if you let me come, Hotch, pleaseโฆโ You gave him the sexiest pout you could muster. His eyes seemed to darkenโhis hazel irises almost completely drowned out by his pupilsโas they zoned in on your lips. โIโll mind my manners and be so polite, I promise. Pretty please, make me come.โ
Hotch was listening, and he had intended to make you beg more than this, but your lipstick smudged lips were just so alluring that he couldnโt focus on anything else at that moment. Remembering what theyโd looked like wrapped around his cock several minutes earlier, he found his will rapidly dissolving, and all he really wanted was to watch the way those lips formed a perfect O when you came.
โI knew youโd sound so sweet beggingโฆโ He murmured, and his hand started to move again โLet us hear you, pretty girl. Loud and clear.โ
โYes sir.โ You murmured confidently.
Emily chuckled and started sucking on your neck, you moanedโฆ Then Hotchโs fingersโfinallyโfound your clit.
You screamed.
Your vision went fuzzy and then white. Your head was buzzing and your body was nearly numb. You went limp and Spencer took over, fucking you through your orgasm, prolonging it. Emilyโs hand had begun rubbing soothing circles on your back.
โGood girlโฆโ She cooed. โYou look so pretty when you come.โ
โYes she does.โ Hotch murmured, reaching over to where your head was resting on Spencerโs shoulder and brushing your hair away from your face. โSo fucking pretty.โ
You whimpered softly at the touch and he smiled tenderly at you. Your chest was heaving with hard-fought, ragged breaths. You were shaking, but your vision was slowly returning to normal.
โAre you alright?โ Spencer whispered gently in your ear. His hands on your waist now, thumbs rubbing circles on your hips. โYouโre shaking.โ
โIโm fucking fantastic, Spenceโฆโ You murmured in return, shifting your weight slightly to sit up and kiss him. He squeezed your hips tightly.
โPlease donโt move.โ He hissed, pleadingly. โI canโtโฆ Iโm gonnaโฆ If you donโt get off it, Iโm going to come inside you. Iโm sorry, I canโt help it.โ
You froze, your lips just a centimeter from his.
โItโs okayโฆ Donโt panicโฆ They make pills for that, and I intend to take one anywayโฆ Iโm a little stuck at the moment though, my knees are too weak to get up.โ You met his eyes, the panic in them was astounding. โHotch, could youโโ
The man's arms were already coming around your waist and he lifted you off of Spencer effortlessly, as the younger man bit his lip and hissed as if pained. Setting you on your feet softly, Hotch held you to his chest to keep you from falling to the floor.
โDidnโt you say youโd mind your manners and be polite if we let you come?โ He asked, a hint of mischief in his voice.
You looked up at him, searching his eyes for a hint, a clue, anything to tell you what he was up to.
โMm hmmโฆโ You hummed in response, nodding at him.
โYou made a mess Sweetheartโฆโ He told you quietly, then took your chin in his hand and turned your face down to look at Spencerโฆ Who was, in fact, a whimpering mess. โClean it up.โ
You licked your lips and smiled salaciously.
โYes sir.โ You murmured softly and got down on your knees at Spencerโs feet.
Reaching out and taking Spencerโs cock in your hand, you gave him a firm stroke. He moaned and his head fell back against the seat. So he didnโt see you coming when you lowered your head and took him in your mouth, all the way to the base.
โOh fuck!โ He yelped, you hummed in approval at his reaction, then you pulled back so that a manageable length was in your mouth. You put one hand on his thigh to brace yourself and create a little leverage, the other you wrapped around the rest of him. Slowly, you started to bob up and down, moving your hand in time with your head. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Spencerโs hands gripping the arms of the chair, his knuckles were white. That only spurred you on.
The taste of yourself on his cock was tantalizing, the tang of you mingling with the musk of him was something you never thought you would experience. This whole situation was something you never thought youโd experience. Youโd considered it of courseโmore times than you could countโ but it was only a fantasy, a daydream. Never had you once thought it might actually happen.
โSheโs doing so wellโฆ donโt you think Hotch?โ Emilyโs voice purred on your right.
โHmmm, I donโt knowโฆ sheโs capable of moreโฆโ He hummed in response from the left, and a handโthat based on the size could only be hisโpalmed the curve of your ass. He gave it a squeeze and a playful smack and you moaned around Spence's cock. Spencer twitched in response.
โYou think she can take more?โ Emily asked him, her tone was nothing short of sinful and it made you shiver. Hotchโs following chuckle, however, went straight to your pussy, making you squeeze your thighs together. Suddenly, you were completely desperate again..
โI know she can.โ He answered, with a confidence that made your toes curl. His voice tended to do that to you, but when he put that cocky, self assured, arrogant rasp behind itโฆ Goddamn. It was the voice he used when he knew he had the upper hand, when he had an unsub completely caught up in a lie, a trap of their own making. The voice that made your knees weak and your thighs tighten. It went straight to your pussy every time, making it clench around nothing. โWhy donโt you help her along?โ
โIโd love to.โ She purred.
Then Emilyโs hand was in your hair, resting firmly on the back of your head.
โYou heard him, Gorgeousโฆโ she lilted provocatively as her hand grew heavier on your head, slowly pushing you down the lengthy expanse of Spencerโs cock, until your nose was touching the neat patch of hair at his base.
โFuck, Angelโฆโ Spencer groaned, his voice husky and strained. โIโm so closeโฆโ
You gave him a muffled little hum of approval and that was all he needed to fall over the edge. Spilling down your throat as he moaned loudly, his hands joined Emilyโs in your hair and he held you there firmly until he was finished.
You swallowed as much as you could and thenโwhen they released your headโyou sucked and licked him clean.
โThank you, Angel. That wasโฆ incredible.โ Spencer murmured, reaching up to stroke your cheek tenderly with the back of his forefinger. You leaned into the touch and then gave him a sensuous smile as you climbed back up into his lap. You brought your lips to his before he could say another word and kissed him deeply, letting him taste the mixture of all the flavors that had accumulated on your tongue. It was by far the sweetest thing youโd ever tasted. He moaned into your mouth and you pulled back to smile at him.
โYou are very. Very. Welcome.โ You purred, punctuating each very with a gentle kiss and biting his bottom lip after welcome. โIt was my pleasureโฆโ
Hotch and Emily chuckled softly at your antics and you noticed that Em sounded a bit shaky. Then you realized she was the only one who hadnโt come at least onceโฆ youโd have to remedy that.
Hotchโastute as everโimmediately noticed when your eyes locked onto Emilyโs form. He chuckled again, looking between you and her, then stood and helped her to her feet as well, guiding her to the space between you and the couch you both had started this whole thing on.
โYou want Prentiss again, sweetheart?โ He asked, his smirk letting you know he knew exactly what was on your mind. You simply nodded your head, never taking your eyes off her. โHmmโฆ What do you think, Emily? Has she earned the right to touch you yet?โ
She smirked down at you, trying to maintain her slightly condescending attitudeโฆ but you could read her like a book, and she was so turned on she was struggling to breathe regularly. You smirked back at her and she raised a brow at you.
โI donโt know, she seems a little too cocky about it to me.โ She answered him, only prolonging her own discomfort.
โAm I?โ You murmured, giving her a teasing smile. โTake it from the boys, Em. I could rock your worldโฆโ
She laughed softly.
โI bet you could, but I wanna hear you beg for itโฆโ She purred, grinning at you. โTell me how much you want it.โ
You started to get up and reach for her, to show her how much you wanted herโฆ but she stepped back, bumping into Hotchโs chest. He steadied her without hesitation, his hands stayed planted firmly on her hips and to your surprise, Spencer gripped your own hips. Tugging you back down into his lap so that you now faced the others, he held you in place.
โShe said tell her, Angelโฆโ Spencer murmured, his breath tickling your ear. You were shocked at his sudden burst of dominance. Your eyes widened slightly and your lips parted in surprise.
Hotch chuckled and you studied the three of them carefullyโฆ they were all smiling at you, their eyes holding the same teasing light. It was as though they were waiting for you to notice something. You just didnโt know what.
โYou donโt get to touch her yet, sweetheartโฆ not until she gives you permission.โ Hotch murmured teasingly. โYou can look thoughโฆโ
Then his hands slid around her waist to the front of her pants, and he began to unbuckle her belt.
โOh fuckโฆโ you whispered on a breathy sigh. This would be the death of you, you were sure. Your head tipped back as you looked to the ceiling, as though praying for patience or guidanceโor perhaps salvation because you felt certifiably damnedโbut Spencer had other ideas.
โDonโt look away.โ He instructed you, his voice low and commanding as he gripped your chin and made you look back at them. Youโd never heard him speak with so much authority, and yet somehow it was still so soft that it was barely audible. โTheyโre doing this for youโฆโ
Hotch continued his mission to rid Emily of her slacks by unbuttoning and then unzipping them. Then he slipped them down her legs and held her hand to steady her as she stepped out of them. She kept her heels on, now standing before you in just her button down blouse and undershirt.
Your brain was short circuiting.
โPlease, Emโฆ I need to touch you.โ You murmured softly and she smirked at you, scarlet lips tipping up to one side.
โNot yetโฆโ She taunted.
Hotch reached around her again and started to unbutton her blouse, his pace was agonizing. You noticed that he was careful not to touch her body at all, now that she was only half clothed, and his eyes were locked on youโฆ not her.
They really were doing this just for you.
How they knew youโd find it hot to watch him undress her, you didnโt know, but it was working. They didnโt seem uncomfortable, noโฆ they were enjoying themselves as they teased you mercilessly.
When he slid the blouse down her shoulders and it fell to the floor, you felt as though you couldnโt breathe. She was wearing that one red tank top that always made you drool.
โEmilyโฆโ you nearly whimpered. โPleaseโฆโ
She looked smug as she shook her head, reveling in the shakiness of your voice. She knew what that tank top did to youโฆ
โDo you want to see him take it off me?โ She asked, sweet as sugarโฆ in a saccharine kind of way.
โIโd rather do it myselfโฆโ you implored, giving her a pouty look.
Her breath hitched and you knewโฆ you were going to win this one.
โBut if Iโm being totally honestโฆ I have thisโฆ fantasyโฆ of you, in this exact outfit. I want you just like this, youโve always looked so sexy in red, Em.โ You purred, and you can tell youโve surprised her for once. She was speechless for a moment and Hotch smirked at you, his eyes showing his amusement at this little standoff between you and Emily. โYou know you want me Emilyโฆ just give in.โ
You licked your bottom lip subtly, then bit it, trying to tempt her by looking up at her as innocent as a lamb. She had spotted your ploy a mile away, seen it coming from the moment you said she looked sexy in red.
It still worked.
โI will.โ She drawled sensually, her eyes tracing your body. โIf you get on your hands and knees and crawl to me.โ
She stepped away from Hotch and sat on the couch with her legs spread wide, revealing red lace panties that matched her red tank top.
โFuckโฆโ you breathed. โYou winโฆ you win Emโฆ justโฆ God, let me touch youโฆ please.โ You pleaded. โI fucking need you.โ
โCrawl to me, Gorgeous.โ She finally conceded, smiling at you triumphantly.
And you let her think she had the upper hand, as you slipped out of Spencerโs lap and to the floor, but you knew once you got your hands on herโyour mouth on herโsheโd be putty in them.
Hotch moved to Spencerโs side and leaned against the wallโto watch the show of courseโand nodded at you encouragingly.
You took your time, crawling seductively across the cabin to her, using every inch of the space to taunt her. She devoured you with her eyes and when you got to her feet, picked her right one up and propped it on your shoulder. You planted soft kisses on the inside of her ankle, never breaking eye contact.
โI have dreams that start out just like thisโฆโ you murmured to her.
โSo do I.โ She admitted, her voice breathless and shaky.
โMmmโฆโ you hummed softly, then purred, โThen what happens?โ
She laughed softly, trying to seem unaffected again, but it was much too late for that. You knew exactly what you were doing to her.
โWhatโs the matter, Em?โ You teased, beginning to kiss your way up the inside of her leg. โCat got your tongue?โ She seemed to lose all semblance of composure and you giggled softly against her soft skin. โDonโt worryโฆ I can figure it out. Iโm very creative.โ
The roles had been reversed, and youโd never felt more in control than in that moment, kneeling between her legs. You slid your hands up her thighs and around her hips, gripping her ass firmly and then pulled her to the edge of the couch in one smooth motion.
For better access of course.
She yelped in surprise and you chuckled against her skin, never checking up as you continued kissing your way up her leg. Youโd made it to her inner thigh and she was trembling. You looked up at her from under your lashes and smirked.
โI like it when youโre vocal.โ You teased her, repeating her words back to her and earning a soft laugh from Hotch in return.
Emily started to say something but you flatten your tongue against her pussyโthrough her pantiesโand she moaned instead.
You hummed at the sound, reveling in it and lapped at her clit enthusiastically. Not bothering to tease her at all, just diving right inโto shut her up and wipe the smug smile off her gorgeous lipsโand showing her exactly how creative you could be with your tongue.
But that didnโt satisfy your hunger for her at all, noโฆ you needed to taste her, without the lace that was currently barring you from doing it.
You gently moved her panties to the side and took in the sight of her, bare and wetโabsolutely soakedโall for you.
โOh Emilyโฆโ You purred. โYouโre dripping for meโฆ and such a pretty pussy too. I wonder if it tastes as delicious as it looks?โ
You were dying for her to regain a little sentience.
Docile, desperately horny Em was cuteโฆ but you wanted her sassy, confident self to come back out to play. You puffed a hot, teasing breath over the supple skin of her pussy and slowly, so slowly, licked her from her slit all the way to her clit. You stopped just short of it though, teasing her entrance with your tongue instead.
โStop teasing me before I change my mind.โ She growled impatiently, her hand tangling in your hair and tipping your head back to make eye contact.
You smirked up at her, a bit defiantly, and said softly, โAsk me nicelyโฆโ
Her eyes narrowed slightly and her head tilted to the side just a fraction as she stared you down, she seemed to be contemplating her options here. She could either let you get away with that and actually say please, or she could do whatever just crossed her mind and made those beautiful onyx eyes flicker with heat.
โPlease, stop teasing me.โ She murmured softly, leaning down so that her lips brushed your cheek as she moved to whisper in your ear. โOr I will take care of this pretty pussy all by myself, and make you watch from Spencerโs lap.โ
You chuckled, biting your bottom lip as you turned your head to look at her.
โMmm, I love it when youโre bossy.โ You murmured, your nose less than an inch from hers now.
โDo you?โ She purred, leaning closer so her lips are hovering just over yours, sharing your every breath. You nodded, yes, and she grinned salaciously at you, moving closer so she could bite your bottom lip herself. โThen stop talking, and do something useful with that silver tongue instead.โ
You felt your cheeks heat, whether it was embarrassment or arousalโor a mix of bothโyou werenโt certain. But you loved the way it felt.
โYes maโam.โ You purred, your voice dripping with pure seduction.
You felt her hand vacate your hair and didnโt waste time. Leaning forward, you licked her cunt from bottom to top in one smooth motion. Your tongueโfinallyโdelving in to taste her, before you buried yourself between her thighs and ate her pussy like you were starving. She was delectable. Her arousal like honey on your tongue, and she just kept getting wetter.
The more you explored and experimented with her, the more you learned.
For instance, if you suctioned your lips tightly around her clit and rolled your tongue in circles around it, she couldnโt help but squirm as she let out soft little moans. If you added two fingers, curling just slightly upwards, and used them to massage that spotโjust past the ridge of her pubic boneโshe bucked against you wildly. So you gripped her by her thighs and hoisted them up onto your shoulders, forcing her to lean back on the couch and spread herself wider for you. The new angle gave you more leverage with your fingers and allowed you to apply firmer pressure with your tongue.
She was putty in your hands, just as you knew she would be. Her ragged breaths and quiet whimpers were growing more and more desperate, her hands grappling for purchase on any part of you she could reach. You were unsurprised when they found your hair, threading into it and taking two fistfuls that had your scalp stinging delightfully. You moaned against her and then felt her walls start to flutter around your fingers.
โDonโt stop, donโt change anything, Iโm so close!โ She panted, her voice raw with desire.
You suppressed the urge to grin, needing to maintain the seal of your lips around her clit, the pressure of your tongueโฆ but you couldnโt help feeling a little smug. Especially as she clamped down hard on your fingers, her thighs quivering and trying to close around your head. Her entire body went taunt, her back arching and her head falling back against the couch as she cried out, โOh God!โ
Only when her body fully relaxed and her grip loosened in your hair, did you allow yourself to smirk against her pussy and look up at her from under your lashes. She didnโt noticeโtoo busy recovering from the mind blowing head youโd just given herโHotch, however, did.
โLook at you, being all smug.โ His voice ran up your spine like molten lava. You didnโt dare peek over at him, choosing instead to pepper Emilyโs fevered skin with soft, barely there kisses. First over her inner thighs, then her lower stomach where her tank had ridden up nearly to her breasts. โAre you proud of yourself, Pretty Girl?โ
Hotchโs hand perched softly at the nape of your neck, he squeezed gently but firmly. His hand slid down your back slowly, his finger slipping into your garter beltโthe only item of clothing left on youโand snapping the elastic against your spine. You moaned softly at the sting and he chuckled softly. He began to guide the belt down your hips, over your ass and thighs, to your knees. Tapping each in silent command. You complied, lifting them one at a time so he couldโfinallyโstrip you completely bare. โSuch a good girlโฆโ
His murmured praise had you aching again as you continued your worshipful path of kisses up the plain of Emilyโs belly. Not stopping when you reached her tank, instead starting to lift it over her head with her willing assistance. You tossed it to the floor and pushed her gently to her back, so that she was lying along the length of the couch. Climbing to settle between her legs again, you began to kiss her chest. Propping yourself up with one hand, you used the other to free her breasts from the cups of her bra, whichโconvenientlyโ clipped in the front. She moaned softly as your lips closed around one nipple and your free hand toyed with the other.
Warm breath on your pussy made it clench around nothing. Which made you keenly aware of the fact that youโd left your ass high in the airโand completely exposed. Strong hands gripped it firmly and tilted it up even further, positioning you exactly how their owner desired. โStay just like this Sweetheart. I want to taste you while you take care of Emily.โ
You moaned wantonly at Hotchโs order, spreading your legs a bit more for him. He smacked your ass, just hard enough to make a point. โI said stay still.โ
โYes sir.โ You murmured seductively around Emilyโs breast and he soothed the sting with a gentle kiss to the spot, just before he buried his face in your pussy. Groaning as he tasted you first hand, he gripped your ass with bruising strength and made you whine. โFuckโฆโ
He chuckled quietly to himself, his hand traveling down your ass and in between your legs. It wasted no time in finding its target. Your clit. He circled it so lightly, as though he thought it was delicate enough that any firmer touch would damage it.
The effect was maddening.
Emilyโs hands found your breasts, toying with your nipples and bringing your attention partially back to her. You trailed your free hand down her stomach, finding her clit again with ease and began to move your finger over it ever so lightly. She whined quietly, and pressed up into your hand with her hips in a wordless request for more pressure.
โYou need more, Em?โ You asked softly, teasingly, as you kissed your way across her chest, up her neck, nipping her ear and finally hovered over her lips. โHmm? Do you wanna taste yourself on my lips?โ
โShut up and kiss me.โ She demanded, her hand wrapping around the back of your neck and tangling into your hair as she tugged you down to her lips.
The kiss was rough, frantic and heated. Emily was still grinding up into your handโdesperate for frictionโso you had mercy and increased the pressure and speed of your hand.
Hotchโs tongue was still leisurely fucking into your pussy as his finger work your clit with precision. He kept making these self satisfied little groans in the back of his throat that were driving you crazy.
And then two more hands were touching youโฆ Hotchโs hands were still on your ass and clit, Emilyโs in your hair and toying with your breastโฆ
But Spencerโฆ
Heโd been content to watch for a few minutes, but he couldnโt help himself any longer, he had to touch you.
He was tracing the lines of your ribs with one hand and your spine with the other, his touch light and inquisitive. Youโd fantasized about him doing exactly this and youโd been right, it felt amazing. His hands on your skin anywhere would have been heavenly, but the way he was following each rib intentionallyโreverentlyโreminded you of the way he traced each line when he was reading a book, the way his fingers skimmed over each vertebrae was making your back arch.
You pulled away from Emily to look up at him.
There was such adoration in his eyes as he studied the expanse of your skin. The hand at your ribs, going up to your shoulder blades and your collar bones. The one at your spine trailing down to the curve of your hip, over the rise of your ass and down the back of your thigh.
โFocus on Emily, Angelโฆโ He murmured softly. โI just wanna touch you.โ
You would do anything to have him keep touching you like that, so you redoubled your efforts on Emily. Sliding your fingers down from her clit to her cunt and slipping the middle two inside of her.
She moaned and you silenced it with a kiss, parting her lips with your tongue.
You rubbed her clit with your thumb while you worked her g-spot with the pads of your fingers and she started to squirm. She tried to close her legs but your knees were in the way and her thighs started to tremble.
โGive it to me, Emilyโฆโ You coaxed into her mouth, then bit her lip gently. โLet me have it, you can do itโฆ come for me one more timeโฆโ
Her head fell back against the couch, so you dipped yours down and drew her nipple into your mouth, rolling it with your tongue. It was just enough to send her spiraling for the second time. A breathy cry falling from her lips as her pussy spasmed around your fingers.
All the stimulationโHotchโs tongue and fingers, Emilyโs cunt clenching around your fingers and her hands pulling your hair and squeezing your breast, and Spencerโs exploration of everywhere elseโwas nearly too much.
And then Hotch slipped two fingers inside of youโฆ much thicker than Emilyโs slender ones, and when he added a thirdโฆ It was thicker that Spencerโs cock had been. Not as long, but with what he was doingโฆ length didnโt matter.
You came hard. Your pussy clamping down on Hotchโs fingers so tightly you thought you could feel each knuckle and every callus. Your brain went completely offline and your thighs shook violently as your release ran down them.
Your knees gave out, and you collapsed against Emily with a moan. Your vision blurred as tears filled your eyes. You laid there unable to move for several moments. Emily wasnโt moving eitherโexcept for her chest, which was heaving as she panted for airโso you were in no hurry to go anywhere. You gently slipped your fingers out of her and pressed a kiss to the side of her neck.
โHolyโโ She gasped.
โ--fuck!โ You finished for her on a hard fought breath.
Spencer snickered softly as he stepped back to observe the mess of limbs the two of you were tangled up in.
Hotch chose that moment to pull his fingers out of youโmaking you flinch and whineโand then he moved to lean against the table adjacent to the couch to watch you and Emily untangle yourselves.
โYou good, gorgeous?โ Emily murmured after a moment, her hand running through your hair affectionately.
You nuzzled into her neck, nipping at her throat playfully.
โIโm great, Em.โ You purred, twirling her hair around your finger and then giggled, โWhy? You wanna go again?โ
โDo you?โ Hotchโs voice pulled your attention from the way the overhead light caught in Emilyโs hair.
You looked up at him, and found him staring down at you with heated eyesโฆ
And a bulge in his pants.
You swallowed thickly, the amount of times youโd thought about fucking Aaron Hotchnerโฆ
Your mouth was suddenly dry and your tongue felt heavy and you didnโt think youโd be able to say anything if you tried.
So you nodded your head, yes.
โCome here.โ He murmured, his voice low and rough.
You gently untangled yourself from Emilyโdropping one more kiss to her lips as you wentโand she propped herself up on her elbows to watch you go.
The three steps it took for you to reach him were the longest three steps of your life. When you came to stop in front of him he wasted no time.
He held the back of your neck and drew you in, gently but firmly, then kissed you.
You could feel the tension in the plain of his chest, the barely restrained strength of his grip, and the quiet urgency with which he kissed your lips.
He was desperateโฆ but he didnโt want to be rough with youโฆ
Which would have been sweetโฆ
If that wasnโt exactly what you wanted.
You bit his lip, tugging it between your teeth and then licking into his mouth like you needed to taste him as much as you needed oxygen. Then you slipped your hand down and gave his cock a firm squeeze through his slacks.
He groaned and pulled you back to look at you, his eyes searching yours.
โFuck me, like you own me.โ You murmured, with much more confidence than you felt.
You saw in his eyes the exact moment his restraint snapped. It was like his whole demeanor did an about face.
The soft spoken, gentleโthough slightly condescending and bossyโman that had been treating you with such tenderness and careโฆ
He was gone.
You barely registered the movement, one moment you were standing up, asking him to fuck youโฆ
And the nextโฆ
You were bent over the table heโd just been leaning on.
The sound of his zipper coming down made you clench around emptiness and then his hand was firmly planted in the center of your back. Holding you down on the table with an easy strength.
You felt the hard warmth of his cock at your entrance as he lined himself up, but he paused.
โYou asked me to fuck you like I own youโฆ are you sure you want that?โ He asked again for consent. โI wonโt be gentle.โ
โI donโt want you to be gentle.โ You said clearly, with a surety in your tone that he could not mistake for anything but affirmation. โI just want you to fuck me.โ
He didnโt answer you verbally.
Just slid his cock inside you, all the way to the base.
You cried outโhands clutching the edges of the tableโ-at the shock of it. Youโd thoughtโsurelyโafter coming three times, that you would be good and ready for him.
But he wasโฆ thick.
You couldnโt breathe, your lungs had ceased to function the moment he slid home.
Thicker than Spencer had been by a bitโthough not as longโand youโd known that since youโd had both of them in your mouth. The way he was stretching you out though, it burned, it was a good burnโฆ but you needed a moment to adjust.
He seemed to know that instinctually, and while he said he wouldnโt be gentle, he wasnโt going to hurt you purposefully either.
So as he bottomed out inside you he gave you a moment to sit with it.
โBreathe.โ His voice was commanding, but strained.
You took a deep breath and he felt his hand on your back rise as your chest filled with air.
The burning eased, and you relaxed against the table.
โGood girlโฆโ He murmured and then he started to move.
The stretch was amazing, the way he filled you up had your back arching and your hands white knuckling the table. Then he started to pick up the pace, his thrusts long and deep. Pulling almost completely out of you and then going so deep you saw spots.
You pushed back into him, trying to take him deeperโif that was even possibleโurging him to go faster, harder. You wanted to feel him in your diaphragmโyou knew that wasnโt possible, but you didnโt particularly careโwanted him slamming into you. Over and over and overโฆ
He grabbed your wrists, pulling them behind your back and holding them in one hand while the other went back to your waist, with a bruising grip. Taking away every bit of leverage you had and giving himself total control of your body.
Then he pounded into you, hard and fast until your hips were bashing up against the table.
You didnโt even notice, because his cock was hitting you so perfectly with every sharp thrust.
โHotch!โ You keened his name, the loudest sound youโd made all night.
โMmm keep talking to me, pretty girl, I love the way your voice sounds screaming my name.โ His own voice sounded different from anything youโd ever heard from him. It was carnal and lust filled, and it had you clenching around him. โFuck, if you keep squeezing me like that this isnโt gonna last very long, sweetheart.โ
You could only moan in response.
There were hands in your hair, gathering it out of your face.
You hadnโt realized youโd closed your eyes, but when you opened them, Emily and Spencer were sitting side by side at the table you were bent over.
โSheโs too quietโฆโ Emily purred, a truly wicked gleam in her eyes. โI donโt think youโre fucking her hard enough.โ
Hotch chuckled, the sound ran up your spine and down your limbs until your whole body tingled.
โYou think she can take it?โ He asked her in return.
But it was Spencer who leaned down, his lips skimming your cheek as he murmured, โYou can take it, canโt you Angel?โ
โGod yes!โ You panted, trying to look back at Hotch, though it was nearly impossible to move at all with the way he was pinning you to the table. โI can take it!โ
He pushed you back down flat on the table.
โYou want it harder, Pretty Girl?โ He asked and there was something in his toneโฆ something lethal.
โYes! Please!โ You sobbed.
โTell me how bad you want it, make it pretty for me sweetheartโฆ I wanna hear you beg.โ His grip on your waist got impossibly tighter.
โI donโt want it, I need it! It feels so good, Hotch, please! Iโll be so good! Iโll lie here and take it like a good girl! Just fuck me harder, please!โ You pleaded, your voice cracking as he continued to fuck into you. โI need to feel you deeper!โ
He groaned, letting go of your arms and taking ahold of your hair instead.
โGod, I love to hear you begโฆโ He growled, pulling your head back so he could lean forward and whisper in your ear. โHold on to the table, pretty girl. Youโre gonna need it.โ
You gripped the sides of the table as hard as you could, bracing yourself against it.
He railed into you so hard you couldnโt remember your own name, your hips slamming into the table. His balls were slapping your clit loud enough to be heard over the sound of your cries, which were spilling from your lips with every thrust.
They were unintelligible.
Not even you knew what you were saying, but it was clear what you meant.
Donโt. Fucking. Stop.
โFuck, she looks so beautiful like thisโฆโ Emily groaned to Spencer. โLook at her.โ
โI see herโฆ sheโs fucking perfect.โ Spencer replied. โWatch, sheโs getting closeโฆ she makes that face every time, right before she comes.โ
You were, you were so wrapped up in the moment you hadnโt even felt it creeping up on you until he brought it to your attention.
โI can feel her pussy flutteringโฆ fuck, sheโs getting tighter.โ Hotch sounded nearly pained. โCome on, sweetheart, let me have it. I wanna feel you come on my cock.โ
Emily reached under the table and pressed on your clit.
Your vision went white, a dull roarโlike the oceanโfilled your ears, your knees buckled and only the table and Hotchโs grip kept you from hitting the floor.
Your throat burned, and you knew you mustโve screamed, but you couldnโt hear a thing.
Both his hands were on your hips now, squeezing like his life depended on, anchoring you firmly to himself.
And it was a good thing too, because you thought that otherwise you mightโve floated away.
Your body was numb, gravity meant nothing to you, neither did time, or space.
Just his hands on your hips and his cock still slamming into your pussy as he fucked you through it.
Your hearing was the first sense to return to you, and you thanked the universe and every deity you knew ofโjust to cover all your basesโthat it did.
Because the sound of Aaron Hotchner coming was something you wanted branded into your memory.
โFuck! Such a good girl, just like that baby!โ He moaned, โYou feel like heaven pretty girl! Iโm- God- Iโm about to comeโโ
He pulled out of you so abruptly that you whined at the loss.
But then there were warm, wet ropes landing on your back.
You moaned, you wished you could see it, though feeling it was something youโd never forget.
โFuck.โ Hotch panted, then patted your ass gently. โYou did so good for me sweetheart. That wasโฆโ
You couldnโt seem to speak yet, and your vision was still fuzzy. Your limbs werenโt yet back under your control either. So you just laid there, panting.
โAngel, are you okay?โ You heard Spencerโs sweet voice murmur, you could feel his lips near your ear.
And Emilyโs hand in your hair, nails brushing against your scalp soothingly.
Hotch was stroking your thigh tenderly.
Then the strangest thing happenedโฆ you started to giggleโฆ you couldnโt help itโฆ nothing was funny.
You were justโฆ happy?
Overwhelmed?
Incandescent?
โIs she laughing?โ Hotch asked, confusion evident in his tone.
โIt would seem soโฆโ Spencer murmured. โI thinkโyou might have broken her.โ
โNoโฆโ Emily murmured, stroking your cheek, wiping away an errant tear. โShe just needs a minute, sheโs euphoric.โ
There! That was the word youโd been looking for! Thank you Emily, you beautiful, sexy, sapphic goddess!
โIโm gonna get something to clean her up,โ you heard Hotch murmur, โIโll be right back.โ
His footsteps retreated toward the bathroom.
You felt so heavyโฆ
You just wanted to close your eyes and go to sleep.
A warm cloth touched your back, stroking up and down, cleaning up after Hotchโs release.
Voices were murmuring quietly around you, and then you felt someoneโprobably Hotchโlift you from the table.
You barely got your eyes open, just enough to look around.
Spencer was gathering all your clothes, you were resting on Hotchโs lap, Emily was digging in your go-bagโshe pulled from it a pair of sweats and a t-shirtโthen she brought them over and started dressing you.
You didnโt know at what point she had put her clothes back onโฆ just that she was dressed.
Spencer put your discarded clothes into your go-bag and then he came back over to sit next to Hotch on the couch. He helped Emily get your armsโwhich were too heavy to move stillโinto the sleeves of your shirt.
When they had finished dressing you, Emily sat on Hotchโs other side. He gently lowered your head to her lap, and Spencer pulled your legs up into his.
โAre you sure sheโs alright?โ Spencer asked quietly.
โMm hmmโฆโ Emily hummed, stroking your hair tenderly. โSheโs just exhaustedโฆ four timesโฆ is a lot.โ
Hotch took your hand in his and kissed the back of it.
That was the last thing you felt before you fell asleep.
*Four Days Later*
Youโd thought that it would be awkwardโฆ
Coming back to work after fucking three of your coworkersโone of whom is your bossโat the same time.
But it wasnโt.
It was exciting.
The four of you were all smiles when you looked at each other, secret smiles that no one else was aware of, and knowing glances had been passed back and forth all morning.
Hotch had accidentally brushed across your hips with the back of his hand when heโd passed you in the bullpen.
There was a bruise there from the table where heโd fucked you, and he knew it. He was reminding you on purpose.
Spencer had been glancing at your lips all morning, a soft pink flush coloring his cheeks each time. Likely remember how heโd come down your throat.
Now, at the round table, Emily squeezed your thigh once under the table. There was a bite mark there that hadnโt yet faded. One that sheโd given you.
All their attention was making you feel a bit overheated, so you pulled your French pin from the pocket of your slacks and pinned your hair into a twist.
You noticed, after youโd done so, that Hotch was giving you a very smug look. You felt like there was something else behind it, other than the obvious, but you couldnโt figure out what.
Everyone was distracted, just waiting on the last of the teamโDerek and Garciaโto straggle into the room. Theyโd made it to the door, but Derek was on crutches so they were taking their time and everyone was fine with that.
But then Derek stoppedโright behind youโand laughed.
โYou uhโ you got a little somethinโ somethinโ on the back of your neck, there Lilโ Mamaโฆโ He teased.
You reached up to touch your neck, confused, you looked up at him.
โWhat?โ You asked.
โLooks like somebody had a little fun this weekend.โ He joked. โThatโs a pretty interesting place for a hickeyโฆโ
You paled, then blushed, immediately pulling the pin out of your hair and letting it fall down your back to cover the mark.
โMorgan.โ Hotch said quietlyโto hide the amusement in his toneโhis eyes flicking to you briefly over the top of the file heโd been pretending to read. โLeave her alone.โ
Derek threw his hands up in surrender and kept making his way to his seat.
One half of the room moved on, assuming that Hotch had just scolded Morgan out of a need for professionalism, and was choosing to cut you some slack over a mark you clearly hadnโt known existed.
But the other half knew better.
Rossiโwho had returned from his book tour just the night beforeโstood to pull out Derekโs chair for him and took one elbow, while Penelope took the other.
While they helped him get settled, you threw Hotch a scathing look.
Because the only one who had left marks on your neck, had been him.
He was already smirking back at you, smug as shit.
Emily and Spencer were biting their lips to keep from laughing and they didnโt dare make eye contact with each other, or they were going to lose it.
You just stared a hole through the smirking Unit Chief, silently berating him for leaving a mark where you couldnโt see it.
And the bastard winked at you.
Then he cleared his throat and you let your expression go blank as the others all came to attention.
Time is passin' like a solar eclipse
See you watchin' and you blow me a kiss
It's your moment, baby, don't let it slip
Come in closer, are you readin' my lips?
pairing: dbf!Aaron Hotchner x reader
tags: age gap (at least 20 years but they met for the first time when reader was a legal adult), after s11 hotch, teasing, playful hotch, vaginal sex, no protection, pussy eating, praise, lots of praise, dom hotch, kind of brat tamer hotch IF reader was more bratty but she just wants to get dicked down (real), breast play, nipple sucking
word count: 3,6k
summary: You visited your parents for the summer, now its time to face the biggest nightmare of your lonely, lonely life. Your not-so-enemy, your parents' friend and neighbour Aaron Hotchner, who just won't stop tormenting your little heart.
a/n: i yearned for dbf summer hotch so i delievered it myself. written in under 2 hours, probably has lots of mistakes but enjoy! i might write some more of them in the future
thank you @reidloverr and @tthedriversseat for checking it for me as always<3 much love
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You never looked forward to visiting your home during summer.
Sure, you loved your parents. But not so much your old town. Way too many bad memories and people you didn't wanna see. Regardless, like a clock, every single summer season you found yourself standing in front of your childhood house with two suitcases by your feet.ย
The exact same way you did now, wiping off sweat off your forehead with your free hand. The journey from the airport involved a stuffy cab, less than appropriate driver and at least two hours of traffic. Just ideal on the hottest day of the year.
You took a breath to compose yourself and slowly walked up to the front door, your suitcases dragging behind you on the concrete. You didn't knock, instead just pulling the front door open. You walked inside and shook off your shoes.
โHi, mom, dadโ you greeted your parents like you weren't gone for more than a mere school day back in the days. Despite leaving for college and the distance, you stayed close with them and you were beyond grateful for that.ย
Your mom immediately rushed in to smooch your cheeks. โHoney! We thought we'd never see you again and die a lonely, lonely death.โ
โOh stop it.โ You returned the embrace with a playful scoff. They always had a tendency for dramatics. You turned around to hug your father next. โMissed me?โ
โLike hell.โ He chuckled and ruffled your hair. โBut I knew my little girl would never abandon us. Unlike your mother.โ
In that moment all of your hesitations about coming here melted away with their embraces and loving looks. It felt like home. This place *was* your forever home no matter how much sometimes you'd want to change that fact. And it always felt good to come back in the end.
You flopped down onto the couch, relishing in the cool air, so different from the awful outside. You reached for the remote. โSo, what's the plan?โ
โThe plan, little missyโ your dad snatched the remote from above you which you reacted to with a groan. โis to make dinner. And you're gonna help us.โ
โMom doesn't like it when I helpโ you grumbled defiantly. You *loved* to bring that up whenever necessary. Not so much why (multiple near fire causing incidents).
โNo. But we need salt and it's too late for a store trip. So you're gonna ask Aaron for it.โ
Your heart dropped to your stomach and you just hoped you didn't get noticeably pale, or, the opposite, way too red to blame it on hot weather.
Aaron Hotchner, a mysterious guy that moved in next door right before you moved to college - a damn shame, if to ask you - and became best friends with your parents. Ever since then there wasn't a summer where he wasn't coming over every few days.
You didn't know much about him. From what you've gathered, even if he wanted to tell you, he couldn't. Once you've listened to his drunken conversation with your dad - something about dangerous past life he had to get away from. So you never asked, not willing to lose any chances with the handsome man next door.ย
Not that you've ever tried seducing him. No, you had some dignity and respect but it didn't mean you weren't fantasising about him every chance you got. The tall, mature and composed man truly did a number on your fresh-adult self, got you in a chokehold and never let go.
During the school years, when summer ended and you got back to the campus, with time you always managed to forget about him. You've dated, too. But it came back like a curse you never were meant to truly be freed from every single summer.
Aaron Hotchner. In short: your very own, hot, nightmare - temptation you could never have.
โCan't you go? He's your friend, not mine!โ You argued although you already knew it would fall on deaf ears.
โDon't you think it'd be nice to say hello? I'm sure he'll be happy to see you.โ
โWhy would he be? He hardly knows me.โ
โEnough.โ Your dad cut the conversation short. You had an argument about not being a kid anymore on the tip of your tongue but you knew better than to dig your own grave. And, well, you didn't want to be disrespectful. Even if going there would probably end you. So, with a sigh, you stood up and dragged your tired body upstairs to change before leaving.
Half an hour later (you didn't miss the teasing that came from your parents about how long it took you to get ready) you were standing in front of his door, with a plate of cookies in your hands. Your hair in a ponytail, you wore a simple yellow top and jeans skirt. You took a few deep breaths before knocking on the hard wood.
When a minute passed and he still didn't answer, you were about to leave. You just made up your mind when the door finally opened.
You weren't sure what to expect but certainly not that he somehow got even more handsome in the past year. How did he manage to do that? You had no idea.
His hair neat, dark eyes and glasses on his nose, an indication that he was most likely working on something and got interrupted. Your words got stuck in your throat.
โEee..โ you stared at him shamelessly for a full few seconds before composing yourself. โH-hello, mr. Hotchner. My mom asked me to bring these cookies. And ask for some salt.โ You said with an awkward grin, presenting the plate to him.
He raised an eyebrow, lips twitching close enough to a smirk. โOh, yeah? It's nice to see you.โ He nodded. He didn't look at the cookies yet, his focus solely on you. He took you all in, almost sizing you up. โYou just grow so much every year, don't you?โ
โNot really. It's just an illusion because you haven't seen me in a while.โ The banter came easy. You both always easily fell back in the comfortable dynamics after being apart for a full year.
โHm. A shame.โ He muttered and before you could ask further, he opened the door all the way for you. โCome in. We have a lot of catching up to do.โ
You obediently entered.
That was the thing with Aaron. Was he ever inappropriate towards you? No. (god knows how much you'd like that) But the lines always blurred whenever it was just the two of you. A long glance, a hand staying on your back a little too long, deep conversations. At first you weren't sure if you're not imagining it.
โSoโฆ how's Jack?โ You asked, standing in the doorway and looking around. The house was just as neat as the owner, everything cleaned to perfection. You knew he had a lot of free time. In his new life, he worked mostly online (although you weren't sure what exactly he was doing) and most of his time was spent with his son, which now seemed to be missing, the house quiet.
โHe's good. Went to a summer camp.โ Aaron answered, noticing your questioning gaze. โI'll be alone for the next two weeks or so.โ he said, giving you that look again. You ignored it, but you couldnโt hide how your cheeks were getting embarrassingly red.
โI seeโ you said with a practiced uninterested expression. โWell, what are you gonna do with all that time?โ You asked, praying he won't say what you feared he would.
โI'll probably hang around with your parents. We have a fishing trip planned and then maybe a barbeque?โ
You groaned internally. Of course.
โThat's nice.โ You lied through your teeth, watching him shake some of his salt into a separate container. You leaned your hip against the counter, feeling the tense silence enveloping the two of you until he cleared his throat, handing you what you came for in the first place.ย
โHere you go. And make sure to tell your mom she doesn't have to bribe me with cookies - whatever any of you want or need, just ask.โ His low voice carried an odd intensity, unfit to the words. You kept his gaze with your own for a while.
โI'll make sure to pass that over. Thank you.โย
When you finally left, you let out a shaky breath you've been holding the entire time. God damn you, Aaron Hotchner, for messing with your mind yet once again.
The next day was just as hot as the previous, slowly stripping you out of all the patience you could've had. You liked summer but the heat got to you quite easily.
Which is why you refused to tag along with your parents to visit some open air markets. โYou'll never get this good of quality anywhere elseโ your mom kept saying but you wouldn't budge, rather sticking to the couch, wearing as little possible clothing with a fan on to save your life.
You sat there lazily, licking on a watermelon popsicle and switching through the canals when you heard knocking on the sliding glass door leading out to the backyard. You turned around to see your awful neighbour peeking inside.
โYour parents home?โ He called out to you, with the little decency to at least pretend he wasn't looking at your revealed soft, plump thighs, not covered nearly enough by your shorts.ย
โNope. They won't be for a while.โ You turned your face back to the TV, trying to ignore your heart racing. The popsicle already started melting and dripping down onto your hand, leaving a sticky trail all the way down your arm to your elbow.ย
โMaybe I can wait for them hereโ he said, much to your horror before walking past you to sit next to your spot on the couch. His eyes carefully followed your tongue attempting to lick off the popsicle. You stopped abruptly.
โAlright.โ You mumbled, trying to appear casual. But he wasn't trying nearly as hard as you and it made you want to stop all together. Take your chances. However stupid of a thought that was.
He didn't let you sit there in awkward silence for long. His lazy gaze trailing over your body as he leaned back on the couch. โSoโ he started, โhow's it going at the college? Are you dating anyone?โ
โNo.โ You replied carefully and couldn't miss the approving flicker in his eye. Your throat bobbed as you swallowed. You felt like you knew where this was gonna end up already. His eyes narrowed.
โReally? Why's that?โ His gaze was piercing through you. Whenever he was around you felt him figuring you out in real time. It was more than annoying how he could read you like an open book no matter what.
What annoyed you even more was the fact he was actively toying with you. He knew all of your thoughts, noticed when you stared at him a bit too long yet he never did anything about it, letting you suffer like the absolute monster he was.
โI don't know. No one interests me, I guess.โ You replied half heartedly, too distracted with thoughts racing in your head and his presence so, so close to you. You could smell his expensive cologne and hear his steady breathing, so unlike your own. How dared he stay so collected while actively messing you up?
โMaybe you just need someone to show you what you're missing out on.โย
โWhat?โ
โNo, nothing.โ He snickered at the mess you made of yourself by that point and leaned in nearly unnoticeably, just barely. In case he was reading you wrong which rarely happened. โNeed help cleaning that up?โย
You were just about to answer that no, you're not a kid and you can damn well clean yourself when his lips met your elbow and you froze. Instantly. You looked down at him, mouth agape.
โI-โย
โHm? What's that?โ He lifted one eyelid up, looking at you through his eyelashes. โWant me to stop?โย
You hardly could form a coherent thought but there was one clear as day, screaming inside your head. No. You shook your head, letting him do whatever he wanted with you. He had you just where he wanted you and he knew it.
His lips are soft on your skin as he worked his way up your arm, leaving nibbles here and there. He didn't waste time with how long he was waiting for it.
It took you a while to fully relax into it but when you finally did it felt like damn heaven, with Aaron as the goddamn angel himself. Or God.
He smirked, finishing with a firm kiss to your knuckles.
โWhat's the matter?โ He leaned over you until your back hit the armrest and you laid there flat. His hand slid under your loose shirt, rubbing your hip bones. All the facades were off and none of you pretended to not know what the other wanted anymore. You were sure you weren't ever this aroused in your entire life.
You bit back a whine much to Aaron's disapproval. He laced his fingers with yours and took your hand back down to rest on the couch.
โI didn't wait for you this long just to not be able to hear you,โ he growled in that authoritative voice that made your knees weak. You knew you were gone right that second.ย
โI-im sorry.โย
โSorry, what?โ He nibbled on your ear, warm breath flowing over your face and causing you to shiver. โHave some respect for your elders.โ
โI'm sorryโฆ sirโฆ?โ And when his grip on you tightened you knew you hit the right spot.
His moves got sloppy and near feverish and he pulled your shirt off of you, desperate to get to your soft, sun kissed skin. You smelt like sunscreen and it was slowly driving him crazy.
His hips bucked against yours and you let out a string of course words when you felt his hardness straining against his shorts, so close to your own heat. It was hot, sweaty, desperate and exactly what you yearned for all these summers.
Your fingers tangled in his dark locks, tugging his head up, leading to your lips finally meeting properly. He pressed on yours firmly, deepening the kiss like his life depended on it. And maybe it did because at that moment you felt like you would die if you were to go without his touch a second longer.
You felt him smile against your lips and you opened your mouth, letting him inside, delighted to feel and taste his saliva mixing with yours in the battle of tongues and teeth clashing together, fighting for dominance.
You never intended to win so it didn't bother you when Hotch eventually won as expected and gripped your chin, kissing you with all he had. You responded eagerly at the same time reaching down for his belt, unbuckling it in a frenzy. He stopped your hand with his, bringing it back up.
โBehave.โ He purred, rubbing your nose with his. โPatience, love.โ
And you listened. Because how could you not, with his deep, low voice and these beautiful brown eyes staring right into your soul?
When he eventually broke the kiss you chased after his mouth, letting out a bratty whine. But your complaints quickly stopped when he lowered himself down on your body until facing your shorts up close, already tucking his fingers underneath them to slide them off your legs. You took a deep breath and leaned your head back, bracing yourself for what was coming.
And gosh, was it a lot. You already knew he'd be good at this - he was a single, extremely attractive father in his 50s. But his skills transcended your assumptions by a lot.
He sucked on your clit like there was no tomorrow, face buried so deep between your thighs you weren't entirely sure if he could breathe. But he didn't care, lapping at you like you were the best meal he ever had.ย
He pinched your hip when you tried to back off a little, not approving of this at all, pushing you even closer onto his eager face. Although he did back up, looking up at you with this stupid, glistening of your juices worried smile. โAm I being too much, pretty?โ
โNoโ you managed to get out weakly earning a small, sweet kiss to your lips when he finally got his share of your essence. Which didn't mean he was done with you - far from it, his lips trailed back down, stopping on your neck to suck a few dark marks. He got off on seeing your pretty, silky smooth skin getting marked by him and ruined for anyone else. He admired his work before moving to your tits.
You've already learned he was a man starved when it came to you. He sucked your nipple into his mouth, working on it without a break while his other hand groped your other breasts, squeezing and pinching in all the right places. His skilled mouth combined with rough hands were quick to send you over the edge, coming in your pants like a teenager at the littlest touch. He didn't seem thrown off by it, just more determined to see that blissful look on your face again.
โCan you do one more for me, angel?โ He rubbed your cheek with teasing affection. He lifted himself up off of you just to get his own clothes off and settle above you again, his tip pressing to your needy hole. He didn't move yet - he enjoyed the desperate look on your face. He wanted to see how quickly you'd go to be an absolute mess begging for his cock.
โYesโ you nodded eagerly, desperate to please him. โYes. Please. I need you.โ You writhed beneath him, attempting to push yourself down on him but his strong hands kept your hips firmly in place.
โBe good and I'll think about it.โ
โI will be! I will be good, just pleaseโฆโย
He smiled, satisfied and slowly pushed in just an inch, just enough to make you squirm but not fully satisfy you just yet. โYou're so good for me, aren't you?โ You nodded again. โGod, your dad would kill me if he knew what I'm doing to his precious thing right now.โ He kept distracting you with sweet words as he got more and more inches inside, his hard cock dragging against your slick walls at a torturous, slow pace.ย
You wrapped your arms around his neck, tears falling down your cheeks, frustration and pure, intense need building up with no way out whatsoever. You clawed at his back partially to ground yourself and, just a little, punish him for making you go through this.
Finally his last restraints snapped and he burrowed his face in your neck, moaning, sitting himself fully in your sweet, tight pussy.ย
โYou're so, so good for me baby.โ He turned your positions around so now you were straddling him, his dick hitting a new, delicious spot. โYou can move now. I'll help you out, hm?โ
The heat and the strain got to you so you ran out of strength quickly. Hotch grabbed your thighs and guided you up and down on him, kissing praises into your skin.
โThat's it. Such a good girl.โ He plunged up into you so you meet halfway, working together in sync, chasing after your orgasms. The room filled with obscene, wet noises and for a second you remembered about your parents possibly being home soon yet couldn't bring yourself to care, busy jumping on his cock silly. You felt the similar feeling coiling in your gut. Aaron sensed it too and you felt his hand groping you again, tugging at your firm nipples. He watched in awe as your mouth went wide open and his back arched on him, making his cock hit that sweet spot again.ย
He knew neither of you would last much longer anymore.
โAre you on the pill?โ He asked, breathless, his gaze focused on his own hardness sliding in and out of you.
โYes.โ You nodded, pressing your hips down and making him groan. โCum inside me. Please, sir?โ In reaction he hissed and picked up his pace, pounding into you relentlessly.
โYour wish is my command, sweetheartโ he said and kept you from moving, your bodies taunt and tense. You saw stars before your very eyes when you felt his thick, warm seed pumping into you. Your orgasm followed and your walls clenched around his already softening cock, sucking him dry.
After a few moments, before you could even think of standing up yourself, he lifted you up off his lap gently and laid down with you on the couch. The space was way too small but you didn't mind his presence. Only a little his body heat.ย
When your parents got back you both were freshened up, sitting on the couch with appropriate distance between you, watching some random show with smiles on your faces.
Your mother walked in and smiled at the sigh, setting down the grocery bag on the counter before asking: โYou two having fun?โ
โOh, surely.โ Aaron replied for you, hardly noticeable smirk on his face. You pretended nothing was happening when his hand squeezed your thigh just out of their sight but you couldn't do anything about the blush spreading on your face.
It was going to be a long summer. And you already wished it was even longer.
I think a crucial part of Spencer Reidโs character is that heโs a little bit feminine. He grew up basically only talking to his mom. Most of the men in his life he sees as parental figures (Rossi, Gideon, Hotch). He makes friends with the women on the team a lot quicker than he does the men. His relationship with masculinity is incredibly fragile and we see that clearly with his interactions with Morgan in s1. I think itโs also interesting that Spencer grows his hair out and starts dressing a little more eccentricly around s3-4 when memoriam happens and hes trying to process it (the hair thing is just MGG but shhhh let me theorise). He puts in so much effort to distance himself from the men who have hurt him.
It sorta makes him even more othered from the team because the rest of his team members (for the most part) are a lot less androgynous than him. I dunno itโs just something I appreciate about him
Summary: Everyone is wanting to celebrate Dave's newest bestseller, but things go a bit awry. Thankfully, you and Aaron know how to work together to make everything better.
A/N: This was a Fluff Bingo prompt from their spring event last year. I remember the prompt being just perfect for Aaron, hence this was born.
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"I don't know, Aaron. This feels like a really bad idea," you couldn't saying as you both juggled the multiple objects in your hands. "Dave doesn't strike me as someone who appreciates others invading his space."
Aaron Hotchner had the audacity to chuckle at your misgivings.
When you would've liked to nudge him or playfully shove him for laughing, all the stuff in your arms prevented you. The only thing left in your arsenal was snark, and you'd always had plenty of it.
Before you could unleash any though, Dave's front door opened.
Penelope squealed upon seeing the many items you two carried, motioning you both inside. "Oh, my gosh. Oh, my gosh, I'm so glad you're here. We could really use your help, my sweet lady."
You didn't get to ask why because Penelope had grabbed the only free space she could find and dragged you from Aaron's side. A glance behind you to see Aaron shaking his head, his smile visible and growing, before you were pulled deeper into Dave's home.
Penelope didn't let go until she'd gotten you into the massive and beautifully kept kitchen.
Well, used to be beautifully kept, you realized. It honestly took you a few moments to find the kitchen you considered your dream kitchen under all the mess.
"What happened in here?"
That was all it took for Penelope to dive into the juicy info she'd gathered since she arrived that morning.
From your understanding, Joy had been in the process of starting some food prep with her hubby when Kai woke up sick. Of course, they'd dropped everything and took Kai to the ER. His temp was way too high, and he complained of tummy ache. The ER took them forever. Kai was diagnosed with a stomach bug that should resolve itself in a few days. By the time they returned to Dave's place, they'd been too exhausted to even recall the mess they'd left behind.
Kai, understandably, has been their priority over any cleaning they might've done this morning before Penelope and Derek arrived.
"Penny," you surveyed the damage, not comprehending how a little prep has led to this much mess, "this can't be all Joy."
"Oh, it's not," she assured you before she recounted more of this kitchen's odyssey.
When she and Derek arrived, they did set out to clean up and start over, but neither of them had ever really been so great at making pasta, let alone Dave's favorite dishes. They'd gathered every cookbook they could find around the house before Penelope got out her laptop.
Every appliance Dave owned had been pulled from their respective spaces and used in some capacity. Not one of them had been saved from a dusting of flour or whatever paste the two had seemed to create instead of pasta dough. Some of it even appeared to have started crusting over, hardening where it'd been left.
"Take these," you said in a nonsense but gentle tone, "and get Aaron. I'm going to need his help in here. Oh, and Penny, please pray I can get through this mess and still have time to make everything we agreed to make."
"On it, sweet lady," she said, her heeled steps clicking her departure. She paused in the doorway and met your gaze over her shoulder, her smile sweet and infectious. "I'm really glad you're here, and I have complete faith in you."
You surveyed the mess once more, developing a working game plan. The mess would take at least a half-hour to clean. Another hour or so to make enough food for the surprise party. Time would be cutting it close, but you felt confident this could work.
"What do you need, honey?" Aaron asked, his arms coming around your middle.
Your confidence increased at his arrival and sweet words of assistance.
Turning in his arms, you rose as high as your toes allowed to place a sweet kiss on his lips. A smile crept over your features as you met his warm brown eyes. "Your attention to detail and some elbow grease."
"You've always got those," he said with such promise. His lips curved into a grin that had your insides melting a little, but you reluctantly pushed those feelings aside. Oh, this man could do things to you that you never thought anyone would be able to do.
It took a moment before you regained your professionalism and set him to work.
Between you two, Dave's disaster of a kitchen returned to his level of pristine cleanliness. You'd even done it with a few minutes to spare with the half-hour block you'd estimated earlier.
It helped that you two had learned to work so well together, having cooked many meals together.
Sure, the days where Jack joined were a bit more chaotic, but they were no less fun and soul healing. Jack, not so little anymore, still proved helpful and resourceful whenever a mishap threatened to topple whatever plans had been made. He'd even picked up quite a few skills from both you and Aaron, doing his part whenever it was called for.
You wouldn't trade any of the days you've shared with Aaron and Jack for anything, you realized, as he set up the few appliances you needed. Your love for them had been set deep within your heart, and you looked forward to having as many more as they'd allow you.
"What's that face?" Aaron asked, his hand coming up to trace over your cheek. "I don't know that I've seen that face before. You okay, honey?"
Shaking yourself, you smiled with all the love you had. "Yeah, I'm good. Really good."
He studied you another moment. Whatever he saw must've lent truth to your words because he leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek.
A squeal from the doorway had you both turning towards it. Wry grins stole over your features as only one could make that noise from the team, and that was Penelope.
"You two are just so cute," she gushed.
Her hands were clenched beneath her chin as she practically vibrated where she stood.
You could only shake your head as you asked, "Need something, Penny?"
"Oh, yeah, I need to borrow Hotch. I'll send him right back, sweet lady."
After assuring Aaron and Penelope you could manage on your own for a bit, you quickly set about to work. The first task you needed to complete was making enough pasta for everyone joining for this celebration of Dave's latest bestseller.
A quick glance at the clock promised you'd have just enough time to get everything finished on time as long as no other hiccups occurred.
Aaron returned a few minutes later, and Joy even managed to join you two. She quickly figured out what was left and set about doing that, her gratitude evident despite her exhausted state.
When you were certain you had everything under control, you quickly searched out the fully stocked fridge and cabinets of Dave's kitchen. After grabbing a few items, you set them down on the counter and quickly made up something soft but filling for Joy, Kai, and Shawn. It wouldn't do to make them wait another hour or so for Dave's surprise dinner to eat something.
"You really don't have to do that," Joy said when she realized what you were doing.
Shaking your head, you shushed her. "It's not a problem. I've learned how fussy a young boy can be when they're not feeling well. This was one of Jack's favorites whenever he caught something. Maybe it'll help Kai as well."
Joy didn't argue after that, simply sat and watched as you finished everything up yet again.
When you would've trayed it up, Aaron stopped you, nudging you aside and taking over. His hands took up the few plates and bowls you'd prepared and set them in a manner that only one trip would be needed.
"I'll bring the tray if you'd like to grab the drinks, Joy," he said and waited until she led the way from the kitchen. When he reached the doorway, he paused a moment to meet your gaze. The softest smile graced his features as he said, "Do you know how much I love you?"
A smile bloomed until your cheeks hurt.
You nodded. "I do, and I love you just as much, Aaron."
"That's impossible, honey."
He didn't give you the chance to argue, his feet quickly taking him out of the doorway and catching up to Joy.
With the kitchen to yourself once more, you turned back to what was left to do.
Well, you thought you had it to yourself.
A noise near the back door had you turning to find Dave standing there. His suitcase sat at his feet and an amused but affectionate expression rested on his own obviously face.
"How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough, mia bella," he spun his keys in his hand before coming further into the kitchen and sitting at his large island, "to know how much you mean to this team and even to my family."
Being the premier profiler, he didn't give you a chance to flounder but rather continued by changing the subject. "So, how much damage have they done to my house?"
You huffed, shaking your head at him. Amusement filled you when you caught the twinkling humor lurking in his expressive eyes. He only allowed a few people to see his mischievous side, and you felt quite honored to be one of those people.
"I'm sure it's not too bad. I did try and tell them this was a bad idea, but they were quite insistent as I'm sure you're aware."
"You're a good kid. If Aaron doesn't put a ring on your finger soon, let me know. We'll find you a good Italian boy, someone who'll appreciate all you have to offer."
To emphasize his words, he reached into the pan closest to him and snatched some of the pasta you'd just finished preparing. A soft moan of appreciation left his throat almost involuntarily, chewing slowly to enjoy each of the flavors you added.
"If I were twenty years youngerโฆ"
"You would make me wife number five?"
"You wound me, mia bella."
"My apologies, Dave," you said sincerely.
"Hotch is gone five minutes, Rossi, and you're over here trying to propose to his girl," Derek said from the doorway, his brows raised even as a wide grin spread over his face. "You're either a brave man or a stupid one. Ring or no ring, we all know Hotch is all in with Pretty Mama."
"That I am," Aaron agreed, stepping back into the room.
He didn't stop until he returned to your side where he belonged and had belonged for some time. His arm came up to wrap around your waist even as he dropped a kiss into your hair.
In a voice low enough only you'd hear, he said, "I have the ring at home. I'm taking you to dinner this weekend. Your favorite place. Our favorite table there. Have them slip it into your favorite dessert. Hope with everything in me that you'll say yes."
"You got Jack's blessing?"
He nodded. "He helped me pick out the ring. Even told me it took me long enough."
Laughter spilled out of you at that. Leave it to Jack Hotchner to know what he wanted before his father did. It heartened you to know that Jack cared about you that much as you cared about him just the same. You'd do anything for Jack, including stepping aside if he didn't want you in his or his father's life anymore.
Meeting his gaze, you found yourself getting lost in the love he so freely expressed in his gaze. It was enough to have your breath catching. His love for you hadn't been a secret for several months now, but every time he looked at you like that, you always lost your breath. How could you not when you had a man like Aaron Hotchner?
"What do you think?" he asked after a moment too long in silence. "Bad idea?"
You shook your head. It took several rapid blinks to get your emotions back under control. One of your dreams was coming true even if it was going to be another couple of days. You could wait. You would wait forever if it mean a lifetime with Aaron and with Jack.
"No, no," you said, swallowing down the lump that had risen, "it's a very good idea. The best idea you've ever had."
"So, you'll say yes?"
Happiness swelled within you, but you tempered it. No reason to not tease him for a moment after the incredibly sweet bombshell he'd dropped on you. Your eyes were surely twinkling as you said, "Guess you'll have to wait until this weekend to find out. Though, I'm certain the odds will be in your favor."
"You're going to keep me on my toes, aren't you, honey?"
"Always."
He pressed a kiss to your hair again as he whispered, "Good."
Summary: it's JJ and Will's wedding night, and Emily is ready to fly to London when Aaron offers to drive her back to her place. The first aim was to talk with her about her decision to leave the team but, things will go in another way.
Characters: Aaron Hotchner and Emily Prentiss
Contents: minors DNI/18+ - explicit heterosexual smut (p in v), multiple orgasms, creampie, cheating, jealousy, mention of abusive relationship and absent father, Foyet's scars on Aaron and Doyle's burn on Emily
This story will be about Emily taking a decision that will change her life and Aaron's. And when she'll back to USA to go after Mr. Scratch, she will have only one goal in mind: tell him the truth. The issue is that she has no idea of the way he will react to it.
PS : English is not my mother language so they are necessarily mistakes. Sorry about that.
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Nothing that happened that evening had been premeditated. After their conversation and their appointment set for first thing the following Monday, Aaron came back to see her as she was about to leave the party. She would have liked to enjoy these last moments with her friends, who had been like a second family to her โ or even a first family, since her mother hadn't really been up to the task โ during all those years; but she had so much to do in preparation for her departure that she couldn't possibly linger. The giant had intercepted her before she slipped away and offered to walk her back. There had been talk of discussing things more calmly, without any pressure, without prying ears, and without the risk of being interrupted either. She agreed.
They had barely exchanged two words during the journey, but their gaze had alternately fallen on their cockpit neighbor. They were both intelligent: he understood her intentions, and she knew he wasn't fooled. Hotch's goal had surely been to find reasons to make her stay. He had failed. He had failed before even opening his mouth because her decision had been made; she had taken all the necessary steps and given her word. And in any case, she couldn't see herself enduring this situation any longer, as it caused her so much suffering. She had gritted her teeth as much as she could, but it had become too hard for her. More than this presence, it was her own failure that was now unbearable.
But she had agreed to his proposal to discuss it. To share one last moment with him, as she had experienced so many times before. After his divorce, but also after his assault and after Haley's death. She sometimes felt like she had spent more time in the giant's living room than in her own apartment. Her forced exile to France seemed to spell the end of their friendship. At least, that was what she was thinking. Her personal feelings were what they were, but she was aware that the possibility of reciprocity had disappeared forever. Even more so with the appearance of this Beth, whom everyone found adorable and perfect for him. She hated her even before she saw her face or knew her name. And it hadn't gotten any better when she found out what she looked like. Her resentment was matched only by her despair.
However, she had been wrong on every count. All of this had been nothing but a masquerade. A disillusioned attempt to distract him from the reality he could not bring to life. Because, like her, he thought it was a bad idea for the balance of the group. Because, like her, he remembered that it was forbidden. Because, like her, he imagined he was the only one experiencing such emotions. Beth was beautiful, funny, cheerful, cultured, and Jack liked her very much; but she wasn't โher.โ She wasn't the one who made his heart beat. She wasn't the one who brightened his days. She wasn't the one who enlivened his nights. She wasnโt Emily.
Aaron had sworn to himself that he would not be like his father. Not to be an abusive, violent, and unfaithful partner like Stanley Hotchner had been to his mother. He promised himself he would not be the absent and indifferent father that this man had been to him. By force of circumstance, he had countered fate for this second oath. It still had a few flaws, but the chances of his son hating him in a few years were diminishing. For the first one, on the other hand, he had failed. The moment his subordinate's lips touched his, his urges overpowered all forms of reasoning.ย
Why did she do that? She couldnโt tell. But she did it. She had followed her instinct, which had prompted her to stand on tiptoe and press her mouth against his. She had expected him to reject her, to remind her that he was in a relationship and, incidentally, her boss. At least for two days again. Instead, he had prolonged her kiss and gradually led her to lean against the wall facing the front door.
With their eyes closed, their brains overwhelmed by all these new sensations, their hands naturally ventured onto the body they desired so much. First chastely, caressing that face, running their fingers through that hair, lightly touching those arms and shoulders. Then, when, pressed tightly together in this unexpected embrace, their desire became apparent, their actions were directed toward a single goal: to give free rein to the flame that had been consuming them from within for what seemed like an eternity. They did not consult each other, did not speak, they simply acted, guided by this same passion for each other.
They undressed on their way to the bedroom, leaving behind all those pieces of fabric that were weighing them down. He might have had a moment of hesitation when he realized that he would be openly displaying his mutilated chest to this woman whom he found incomparably beautiful, but his doubts were instantly dispelled because he knew, deep down, that his scars would neither shock nor disgust her. And in doing so, she reacted exactly as expected. She kissed those marks as she did to the rest of his skin and did not make the slightest grimace.
She could have rejected him when she caught that he was going to see the damage caused by Doyle, which he had been unable to prevent. She didnโt, serene. He was not the kind of man to base his choice on his lovers' physical appearance; it took much more than that to arouse his interest. And she exactly ticked that box. He caressed her scars as he did to the rest of her body. Thus, anything that could have stopped them in this madness โ in this betrayal โ was ineffective. And when, lying on top of her, he slipped between her thighs, they both knew that nothing would stop them that night.
He pushed as far as he could into her intimacy, sliding into that warm, moist cave that gently enveloped him. He sighed, overwhelmed by nervous information intended to make him lose his footing. She encouraged him to move. He obeyed, slowly and meticulously at first, then with passion and energy as they were overcome by the pleasure coursing through their veins. Her legs wrapped around his hips, which were deliciously pounding her pubis, she clung to his sweat-glistening shoulders until she dug her nails into his already stitched skin. She moaned, urged him on, whimpered, roared, and then came like never before. She trembled beneath him; her eyes rolled back, her breath short. He pressed himself roughly against her and, with a liberating groan, spilled his seed into the hollow of her belly.
They reluctantly broke away shortly afterwards. They should have realized the magnitude of their mistake at that moment, apologized profusely, and he could have disappeared from that place, gathered up his clothes, and gone home, ashamed. Instead, he lingered. They remained entwined in those soiled sheets, mouth to mouth, skin to skin. They continued to explore the contours of this anatomy, which they had only been able to guess at until then. So much so that Aaron was soon ready to take her again. A prospect that did not fail to excite Emily.
She rolled him onto his back, straddled his chest, and impaled herself on this spear that seemed to have been fashioned just for her. Sparks crackled in her chest as soon as she began to sway. Her thoughts turned into an indistinct fog when he placed his large hands on her thighs. She lost all sense of decency when orgasm loomed assuredly on the horizon. She rode him expertly until his defenses broke down and he spilled himself generously inside her. An abdication that caused her to lay down her arms in turn. Her muscles twitched for two heartbeats, then the soufflรฉ collapsed.
She came back and lay down beside him, and their eyes met. There were no negative feelings in what they read in each other. They were happy, relieved, proud, and ready to do it all over again. They were in love, it was undeniable. They didn't say a word; there was no need. Their smile spoke for themselves. Their irises shining brightly, too. Their lips pressed together again, their tongues intertwined once more, their fingers began to wander again; they were not satisfied. They merged a third time with all the strength they had left. He knew there would be no fourth. Not this night nor never. She was leaving, and he had to return to the one he was supposed to love. It was the last of the last. The last stand. They poured all the tenderness they had for this being they had no right to desire into it. And once again, the pleasure was there.
Flooded with endorphins, she listened in a half-sleep to the shower water running, washing away and carrying off all traces of their misdeed. She reacted weakly to the kiss he placed on her forehead. Finally, she heard the front door slam shut before sinking into unconsciousness. The next day, what she did had not been decided in advance either. It was only when she grabbed her pill pack and froze without thinking that she began to reason. She couldn't say how long it had lasted, but the fact was that she had put the object back in its place, intact.ย ย
