As soon as the shirts began to be pulled off awe hit the BAU's female agents. Of course they're all aware of what's under Morgan's shirt. None of them ever made the mistake of sleeping with him but after working with him for several years you get a pretty good picture painted. The real surprise was none other than Spencer Reid. The little stick packs.
The only male in the pack to leave his body unexposed was Hotch.
Morgan didn't care about flaunting his scars around, his of course were all connected with funny stores and acts of heroism.
Reid's are track marks and a few other "war stories".
JJ and Will both have a bullet scar and a couple chicken pox scars between them.
Emily's were all made out as acts of insane bravery.
But how do you make nine knife scars, all from the same man, that are a reminder of the day your son lost his mother... innocent? What if they'd seen the long jagged shrapnel scar on his back? Would that be horrifying or cool like Morgan's scar from his broken ankle?
So he didn't take the literal plunge. Instead he stayed in his black shirt by the pool edge where he knew ever Derek wouldn't dare to push him in.
Until Emily asked him to help her with a vegetable tray. Except when he walked into Rossi's overly large kitchen there wasn't a vegetable in sight.
"Come," it surprised them both when he didn't pull away but let her lead him down the hall. He trust her and that's not something either of them take lightly.
He didn't run when she took them to a guest bedroom or even after she locked the door.
Then she lifted her top up to reveal her red bikini and he almost ran. Her hand was like a root though and he found himself in a room with a half naked woman. Some how having her this close and so calm he knew whatever she was doing had a point.
"Look at me?" She cups his cheek and the height difference is noticeable but in a way that makes everything nice. "Take your shirt off? Lossen up a bit."
Now he's afraid because he knows he can't do it. "Emily, I.."
Emily slides a hand down to his waist but he doesn't stop her. He can't move. He's scared.
She slides it up, he feels a tug, and she's got his shirt snagged on her thumb. She rocks on to her tip toes and pulls it over his head. "How can I help?"
His skin is breaking out in goosebumps.
"How about.." she leans in and gently kisses a smaller of the nine scars near his ribs. "One." She stays close to it and with each exhale sends her hot breath over his skin. "One- I love you because you care so much about others."
She move to the other side," two." She kisses one just above his hip bone," two- I love you because you're such a great father."
She moves to the ones that cross and mumbles out something about his hair and one about his heart. He can't really focus because his brain is shooting a thousand things at once. His body should be reacting to Emily being as close as she is but it doesn't. Instead he can't stop thinking that he's showing emotion. She's gonna think he's weak. She's not gonna love him. And just like that she's not even kissing the scars she moving up his jaw.
"I love you, Aaron." And her hot breath is now in his ear. "I love every single scar and every single thing that makes you you."
She can feel him trembling under her touch and she knows it's not because of sexual reasons. So she does the only thing that makes sense, she pulls him in for a hug.
He lets her pull him in. He needs it," I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
She holds him and slowly he wraps his arms around her and holds tightly," I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Emily."
She doesn't know what he's sorry for then again she never does so she simply does as she always does. She rubs his back, holds him tight, and reminds him she loves him.
"It's okay." She runs her hands down his back," it's okay. I love you. You hear me? I love you."
A soft knocking on the door makes him pull away quickly.
"Who is it?" She asks making sure not to look at him. She knows breaking down hurt him enough but having her look over him will only worsen the matter.
"It's just me," Rossi, bastard can't just say his name," you know I wouldn't bother you but Jack just wanted to know where Daddy and Emmy ran off to."
Even Rossi could see how deflated Hotch looked.
"We'll be down in a sec." She will of course but she know she's going to have to come up here to get him in an hour.
She seats down on the bed beside him and takes his hand," stay up here as long as you need, okay?" She kisses his temple because she knows he won't answer. "I love you."
Next one is "Making Fun of One Another" drop a comment if you have any ideas
-SH
