champagne problems x jemily/hotchniss

seventeen

this chapter was rushed out because my head hurts and i have a boat load of errands to run, so if there are any mistakes i'm sorry i didn't proofread anything🥳

also question, do y'all want to see how each team member individually deals with Emily's 'death' and if so what do you want to see? 👀

happy readings and stay safe besties! -salem🤍

TW: NSFW suggested
word count: 3490

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Hotch: "He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same." Emily Brontë.

Aaron opened up his eyes slowly. He looked around the room and didn't recognize the room he was in at first. That was until there was a slight shift of weight on his chest. He glanced down and saw Emily there. Her hair splattered everywhere as she peacefully slept on his chest. He smiled softly down at her.

"I can feel you thinking," Emily mumbled, making Hotch chuckle. The raven-haired woman sighed as she moved her head to his shoulder. "It's a crime that you get up this early."

"Good morning to you, too," Aaron said. Emily's eyes popping open as his voice was down a few octaves than normal. She could jump his bones right now if she weren't exhausted from last night. He leaned over and was about to kiss her, but he was met with her hand.

"We both have morning breath, no kissing," Emily said and leaned in, kissing Aaron's cheek. The man raised his eyebrows. He opted not to ask questions but just listen to Emily. He kissed her forehead before throwing off the sheets covering himself. He reached down and grabbed his black boxers off the floor.

"I'll be right back," Aaron said as Emily wrapped her arms around his bare chest. Her hand was wandering over his abdomen and the ridges and curves of every ab. She kissed his shoulder before settling back into the bed.

"What time is it?" Emily asked and stretched. Aaron looked over right as the sheet exposed her bare chest. Emily smirked over at him as he stammered.

"Six twenty-seven," Aaron said and stood up as he pulled up his boxers. Emily watched him as he did. He turned back around, and that's when Emily soaked in all of Aaron. In daylight, he was even more gorgeous to look at. Well, any lighting made him look good.

"I guess I'll go start the coffee," Emily said as her eyes trailed down. Aaron wore a smug look as he walked away. Emily bit her lip as he disappeared into the bathroom. Emily groaned as she got up and grabbed the first piece of clothing from the floor. It just so happened to be Hotch's shirt. She slipped it on and buttoned it loosely. She grabbed a new pair of underwear from her drawer before heading to the kitchen.

Emily mindlessly grabbed the coffee, dumping a few scoops into the coffee pot before it started to brew. She shut her eyes and took a deep breath. Her body sore from last night. Emily was surprised she could even move her legs. The real thing that was sore was her hips.

She felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist and pull her in. She rested against Aaron's warm chest as nothing but the sound of the coffee pot was heard brewing.

"That's my shirt," Aaron mumbled against the top of her head, giving her a small kiss on her hairline.

"You look better without one," Emily said and smiled to herself. She turned around and was met with Hotch smiling down at her.

"We do have to go soon," Aaron said and walked up to the counter and grabbed two mugs. Emily's placed herself on the counter and smirked as she took in Hotch's figure. The only things missing were his shoes and shirt. The man turned and handed her one of the mugs. He took a sip of his coffee and leaned up, kissing Emily gently on the lips. She couldn't resist his soft lips. Emily finally came to her sense and pulled away.