Chapter 49

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To say the least, the night before your wedding with Aaron was anything but quiet. Jessica had been extremely kind in her offer of taking Jack for the night, and you and Aaron were spending the night in Rossi's home. Alone.

Rossi also informed the two of you, with disgust, that the house would be completely cleaned first thing in the morning. So, after getting over the slight awkwardness, you and Aaron spent the night reigning in your wedding day.

In the home theater, kitchen, guest room, couch, library, and shower, to name a few of the destinations. In the end, you and Aaron ended up down at Dave's pool at two in the morning.

Luckily, the pool was heated, so you and Aaron weren't chilled to the bone. It started with a naked, heated make-out session by the side of the pool. Without warning, you rolled Aaron off of you and into the pool.

While you doubled over in laughter you didn't realize that Aaron's wet hand was grabbing you and pulling you into the pool with a yelp.

After the two of you came down from your laughter, your legs wrapped around Aaron's waist. His arms wandered your body, moving up and down your spine or taking a brief moment to settle on your ass.

Instead of pulling you into a heated kiss, Aaron let his warm eyes stare into yours. You let your hands caress his face, his freshly shaven face smooth under your fingertips. Your touch was light, almost imperceivable. His lips passed under your fingers, before they traced up the center of his nose. Next, his eyes closed as you gently swiped over the lid of his right eye.

"I love you, more than anything in the world." You whispered, feeling the cave of his dimples under your touch.

He didn't respond, just pressed a gentle kiss into your passing hand.

"God, I never want this to end. I just want to stay in this moment forever." You let your hands brush over his jaw and down his neck. Aaron started to mirror your movements, when your hands traced down his chest, his did the same.

When your hands brushed over the scar on his hip, he moved his hand to brush over the scar on your chest. Your nails scratched lightly down his back, and he did the same to yours.

"I love you, y/n. You are my everything." Aaron finally spoke, letting his thumb pull at your lower lip.

After twenty minutes, the spring chill set in. The two of you quickly made your way back inside, thanking your foresight to bring down robes from the suite in Rossi's house. You and Aaron jumped into the shower, washing off the chlorine and chemicals from the pool.

He used a washcloth to clean your body. You were expecting it to be an erotic or sexual action, but it wasn't. It was slow and intimate, his hands tracing every inch of your body. He knelt down on the floor of the shower and propped your foot up on his knee. The washcloth started at your ankle and worked up to your hip, all the while Aaron kept his eyes completely on you.

As he switched to the other leg, you let your hand cradle his head, your nails scratching his scalp. After he was done with your legs, you bent down to place a gentle kiss on his lips. He gripped the back of your head, deepening the kiss and pulling you down to your knees with him. Aaron's lips kissed down your neck as the warm spray of water covered the two of you. He kissed onto your shoulder and then hooked his chin over your shoulder, pulling you into a tight hug.

It was like you didn't have to say 'I love you'. The two of you had said those words to each other more in the past weeks, every passing remark or greeting was the declaration of your love. He would let his hand sit on your shoulder for a moment while the team delivered the profile or his fingertips would draw shapes on your thigh while on the jet. Aaron's pinky always found yours; in the elevator, police precincts, the dinner table. Even at night, when the two of you would separate from each other in your sleep, you would wake up with your pinky enclosed in his.

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