Hotchniss One Shots

"Rainy day"

Disclaimer: This may get sexual. . .

Emily woke up to the sound of rain tapping quietly on the window near the bed she was laying in. She looked beside her to see Aaron looking back at her, his lips curved into a content smile.

"Good morning," he mumbled, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

She smiled when she felt his arms slide around her waist and his head move to her neck where he placed another sweet kiss. "You're in a good mood today," she said with a small smile.

"I get to spend the day with you and Jack," he grinned into her neck and closed his eyes.

"I think you're getting soft," she laughed.

"Only around you."

"Do you think Morgan and Garcia will ever get together?"

Aaron laughed, which made Emily's whole body tingle. "You're so random."

"You didn't answer the question."

"Fine," he said, pulling the warm covers over their bodies, then returning his arms to her waist. "I don't they ever will."

"What? Why not?"

"They're best friends. That, and Morgan has a thing for you."

She flipped her body over to face him and gasped. "You don't really think that, do you?"

"Yeah," he kissed her nose quickly, "I do."

"Well, someone's going to have to tell him that I'm already into someone else," she smiled and brought her hand up to the stubble growing in on his jawline. "Or maybe you're just jealous."

"Of Morgan?"

"He's my friend, cinnamon."

"Guys don't have girl friends unless they want to get with them - wait, what did you just call me?" he asked with a chuckle.

"Cinnamon. Like your eyes."

"You're crazy," he lowered his lips to hers and gave her an affectionate kiss. "You're telling me that you don't see the look in his eyes when he's talking to you?"

"I think that's your Hotch side speaking. Hello? Can I get my Aaron back? The one who knows Morgan and I are just friends?" she teased.

He shook his head. "Sorry. I'm being over protective again, aren't I?"

"No," she smiled, "you just care about me, and I love you for it. You have no reason to be jealous of Morgan."

"I'm not jealous," he insisted.

"Sure you're not."

"Come here," he growled, climbing on top of her and pinning her hands above her head.

She let out a playful scream as he straddled her legs. "Aaron, stop!" she giggled, unable to move her arms as he attacked her neck with his lips, making his way down to her collarbone.

"Say it," he told her, sucking quietly at her skin. "Tell me to stop."

Emily bit her lip to suppress a moan that threatened to escape. She didn't say anything as he brought their hands down from over her head and pulled her shirt over her head, beginning to trail sweet kisses up her stomach.

"Tell me to stop and I'll stop."

"No," she said, breathing quickly. "Don't stop."

She was no longer able to keep her emotions at bay when he pressed his boxers against her core. As soon as the moan escaped her mouth, he put his lips back on hers, shutting her up into a kiss.