#fatayle

[arkehtype]

aaron_hotchner — the sun hangs low in the sky. the smell of campfire from somewhere far in the trees wafts ... strong enough to make it all the way to their little mattress oasis by the water. wes and maeve had insisted they don't worry about a thing for the night. & aaron planned to take advantage of the luxury. with the way his wife was talking he figured stolen moments like these would only grow less and less while their hearts perhaps would begin to triple in size. " falling asleep on me already? " HE TEASES, nose nuzzled into her hair as he tucks her in closer. a half-breath, half-sigh of contentment released at the thought. " we could make that happen. " spoken like a promise. the most surest thing in the world. in one way or another, he's dreamed of it too. more than once. " basketball hoop in the driveway. pool in the yard. " fingers dance absently against her stomach where her shirt lifts and exposes the skin, a grin at sunset. " the townhouse won't fit any more of us you know. "

¹ @fatayle (cali) / ² the life of a showgirl pt 3 ... i'm dreaming about a driveway with a basketball hoop.

[arkehtype]

genevieve_owens — " whoever was here last ... " the words are bitten through gen's teeth as she hauls the piece of plywood just high enough for rory to slip through & join her on the other side — " ... must have sealed this section off. " if she thinks about why they might have done that for too long she's sure the walls would start to feel like they're closing in. each expansion of her lungs shrinking them inward by multiples of one. squeezing and squeezing until there's nowhere left for them to go and the wailed cries of infected echo from either end of their desolate, chambered hallway. it is, after all—after everything, THE WHY that haunts gen the most. what she struggles to understand. even now, as they're on their own and her innards have begun to grown used to cobwebs and thick layers of dust in the place where her beating organ rests. she knows why she would do anything to protect rory ... why she has done what she has done already ... but why have they made her?

" careful, honey. careful. " when rory slips through, gen carefully releases the wood without a single sound, settling it back into place. they've survived this long without a chance encounter. ( if they stay quiet, if they mind their own, they shouldn't risk breaking their streak. no blood, no foul ) what remains the most important is safety, and getting their hands on another inhaler while the near empty one rattles around in rory's pack. at the sound of a hiss from rory's mouth, she whirls around ... EYES A LITTLE WIDE. immediately she searches her for any cuts or scrapes as an impending fear begins to ripen in her veins. " no blood, right? "

¹ @fatayle (rory) / ² plotted starter

[stilloves-arc2]

@fatayle as kendra wolfe. starter call.

" wait, okay, hold on . . . so you actually did the whole pregnancy thing and had a baby ? this baby ? "

[rheacted]

if asked about it in the future, hotch would say this was all her doing. she cherry-picked through hundreds of listings specifically for the house with a bathtub in the bedroom for this very reason right here— this very act ... of him and his hands, one wrapped from backside to front side around her hip simultaneously holding her down against the bed and keeping himself upright and the other cocooned around the back of her neck for their faces to be inches apart. his lips seek needy kisses against her own. hot breath glistening across sweat slicked skin as he buries himself deeper and deeper inside of her with each thrust. if her intention had merely been to have a bath, he thought the exchange of multiple orgasms to be at least a fair trade. no doubt they would then relax until the sun was sitting high in the sky the following day. but she'd sauntered her way in, the steam from the hot water rose, and hotch had discarded his book in place of her body. and he had ... started with his hands. one finger, two fingers, his thumb working in tight little circles against her ball of her nerves before he slunk down her body to replace that with his tongue so he could look up as she hurdled over the cliff of bliss again and again. until his knees pressed into the bed and he slipped inside her warm, wet walls. slow and steady in the aftermath of her climax, but his pace has picked up again; a newfound rhythm, and he knows her body all too well. "you're close again," he breathes into the kiss, breath mixing with hers. nose nuzzled into @fatayle's. even his words have the hint of a grin he wears embracing them as they leave his lips. he can tell by the wall she wraps around him. the particular way her hips roll beneath his body. each time their bodies meet, he curls his hips up and into her, and grunts huskily from somewhere deep in his body only she has ever managed to bring out of him. "that's my girl ... "

[loveblrr]

Send my love to avacay, fatayle, khrom-e please?

Sure thing :)