Alaskan Chill
Hi! A while ago I posted asking for prompts and I’ve been working on them ever since. With the prompts, I ended up with 3 short stories (drabbles more like) and one fic that’ll most likely be a few chapters long!
Now— without further ado, below the cut is the first of these to be released :)
He can’t figure out why she isn’t there with them. Why she isn’t nestled on the couch between JJ and Garcia as they discuss the sporadic MO. By the time rooms are being sorted out, she walks in, all out of breath and pink-cheeked like she’d just come in from a run on a windy Sunday morning. Only it isn’t Sunday nor is it particularly windy outside, just a chill that seeps through clothes and into your bones no matter how many layers you're wearing.
“Prentiss, we’re doubling up. Garcia’s already claimed me, Rossi claimed a room to himself. Who are you taking?” Morgan details when he finally catches sight of her. She’d come from behind him, through the hallway next to the stairs that make him think she’d been in the bathroom, peeling layer of clothes from pale skin just to cover it all back up when she’d finished whatever she’d been doing.
“I’ll room with Hotch, it's fine.” She replies, arching an eyebrow at Morgan’s shocked face. He must’ve been expecting her to pick JJ.
“Guess that leaves me with Reid.” JJ shrugs, a curious but unbothered look plastered across her face. JJ stands up and turns to ascend up the stairs, Prentiss following, go-bag slung over both their shoulders and keys in her hand to unlock the room they’d be sharing. Hotch trails up the stairs last, following Reid, Morgan, and Rossi with Garcia staying behind to run background checks on the rest of the town before she eventually crashes herself.
Upon entering the room, Emily tosses her things onto the bed with a tired sigh. When the door is closed and the lock is turned, she turns and wraps her arms around his middle, head laying against his chest. This is no longer Agent Prentiss, this is Emily. With a smile, he wraps a single arm around her waist and tosses his bag to the bed before wrapping his other arm around her shoulders. “Hello, beautiful.” He whispers, nose nuzzling into her dark locks and pressing a kiss to the crown of her head.
“Missed you. Haven’t had you to myself in a while.” She responds with a little grin, pressing a kiss to his lips softly. Her lips are cold. Cold enough to send a chill down his spine where they meet his own lips.
“You’re cold. We should warm you up.” Aaron grins against her lips, hands reaching under the thick brown half-zip sweater she’s wearing and pulling it up to expose the thin long-sleeved white V-neck she has on underneath.
“I don’t think that taking my clothes off is going to warm me up.” She replies back, pulling back just enough to toss the sweater to the floor on the side of the bed. “Doesn’t that do just the opposite?” She grins against his lips, a little chuckle rumbling in her throat as he pushes her back against the bed. His body hovers hers, sliding between her legs and pressing soft kisses against her neck and the exposed parts of her chest from her shirt being pulled down. He easily pushes it up and off of her, leaving her in her black lace bra and jeans.
They stay that way for a while, tossing clothes to the side and pressing kisses to newly exposed skin with soft panting moans before a knock on the wall above their bed has them both turning their heads up to the source. “Thin walls, kiddos.” Rossi’s voice sings songs from the other side. It has Emily pressing a laugh into Aaron’s neck. When she’s calmed down he pulls the thin covers from the foot of the bed, where they’ve gathered from shuffling to get pants and thick sweaters off, and over the two of them.
“How did your dinner and shopping go with the girls?” Aaron asks her when she turns and settles, bare legs tangling with his as she presses closer to him in search of the warmth he gives off. She’s always so cold.
She hums softly before grinning. “It went alright, I guess. She told me I should give Mick Rawson a call. Of course, I had to make up some excuse on why couldn't. I couldn't just tell her I was screwing my boss. ” Emily continues to burrow into Aaron, seeking the warmth he radiates. “You’re so warm. Why are you always so warm?”
“Yeah, you are working towards on hell of a raise." He chuckled as his arms circled and pulled her tighter in. "I believe the question should be why are you always so cold?” He reiterates, grinning into her hairline while he pulls the thick wool covers up over them before resuming the position of his arms wrapped tightly around her.
It’s not long they stay huddled in each other’s warmth before the blood-curdling scream for help has both of them climbing out of the bed, dressing haphazardly, and running outside to find Garcia with blood on her hands and tears streaming down her face.
