home sweet home - a hotchniss story

march

word count - 916

After deciding they would get married in only 4 months Emily and Aaron had to start planning and booking things immediately, Emily had been planning her dream wedding for years, gaining inspiration from all over the world when she was a teenager. She loved italian decorations and english flowers, but she also loved Aaron enough to know how much he would prefer a smaller, more traditional wedding.

They decided not to tell any of the team, the beginning of their relationship was secretive and the couple missed having something to hide. Even though they made the deal to keep it quiet, together, they decided Rossi should know, they wanted the wedding to be in his backyard, the isle would be in between his blooming white roses and the fairy lights would make the most perfect, romantic evening. Aaron also wanted him to be the best man. One night Emily and Aaron went over for pasta night with the rest of the team, they stayed later to help tidy the dishes when they told Dave. He was so excited to hear the news and gave Emily a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek, feeling like a proud dad to both of them.

Now that they had officially decided on a date, the wedding romance was in full force. It felt like the beginning of their relationship all over again, secretly meeting in Aaron's office or in SUV's.
Aaron kept wondering 'why june 15th?', he wouldn't dare ask Emily, in case it was an important anniversary or birthday but his calendar had nothing written on it for that date the previous years, maybe it was just a random date.

They had the venue sorted, flowers all picked out and bridal magazines were covering Aaron's house which the couple now shared, Emily's things seem to have been thrown inside and don't appear to have any actual organisation, if it was anyone else.. this would drive Aaron crazy but this was Emily Prentiss, his fiancé, the love of his life.

"Aaron, honey?" Hotch heard Emily shout from the top of the stairs

"Em? are you okay?" he replied cautiously, she always came downstairs to talk to him

"will you come upstairs for a minute... i need you" she sensually replied

Aaron placed his coffee down in the kitchen and excitedly made his way up the staircase, when he reached the top all he saw was the silhouette of his future wife in nothing but one of his work shirts and some 5inch heels. His jaw dropped "agent Prentiss.. how may i help?" he said innocently with a small smile forming at the corners of his mouth

"well.. agent Hotchner, i seem to have made a mistake" she said while exhaling and turning to face him

"is this a mistake i can fix or will i have to teach you a lesson?" Aaron replied as he took a step closer to Emily, as he did this she took a small step backwards, away from him.

"i'm sorry sir but i think i may need to be taught" Emily's lips pouted

"oh really?, i think i'll be the judge of that" Aaron quickly responded, pushing Emily against the wall of their bedroom, making sure that their lips didn't touch, but they were close enough to feel the hot air escaping from their mouths.

"ahh i agree, i do need to show you" he heavily exhaled.

with that their lips crashed together, their younger began fighting for dominance, a fight Emily usually won but tonight, Aaron was willing to take control, one hand was firmly on Emily's back and the other on the wall behind her, he felt her hands moving around his back, nails digging in, this just made him want to be in control more. He lifted her up, still against the wall, his mouth was moving down her neck and across her chest. Her hands began moving away from his back and towards his belt "did i say you could touch, Agent?" Aaron powerfully said between kisses "sorry, sir" Emily weakly responded.

They moved over, towards the bed, Aaron felt Emily's hands run through his hair, pulling it slightly, the heels rubbing along his legs. He threw her down and stood at the side of the bed, looking down at her, slid off the heels while looking into her big expecting eyes.

"Agent Prentiss, i am open to your assistance whenever your ready"

Almost before he finished the sentence, Emily pounced on him, pulling him onto the bed next to her then moving on top of him, passionately restating the battle between their tongues, this time Emily wanted it. She took control without question and began recklessly unbuttoning Aaron's crisp white shirt. The buttons flew everywhere but neither noticed. She made his way down his torso and when she reached his belt, he let out an excited chuckle. His trousers slid off and made him feel a way he'd never felt before.

an hour later, they were lying, opposite ends of the bed, painting. The windows were steamed up and all the air around them was warm, Emily stood up after a few minutes, trying to steady her shaking legs, desperately in need of some water "would you like some Aaron?" Emily said slipping on Aaron's buttonless shirt over her sweaty shoulders "yes ma'am" he spluttered, Emily let out a small moan as she left the room, he knew how she loved to be called 'ma'am'.