Warning: smut
~Emily's POV~
I'm sitting in my apartment drinking some coffee in nothing but an oversized T-shirt, black lace bra and panties. It's winter, the snow is falling and I'm sitting in front of the fireplace listening to Christmas music. Aaron is coming over to help me decorate my Christmas tree soon. He's my best friend, but I've always loved him. I don't think he loves me, though. JJ seems to think he does as well as everyone else. I got lost thinking about his shaggy brown hair and perfect brown eyes. And that smile with those dimples that only appear when you make him really happy. And his body with those muscles... my god. Ever since Haley died, he and I have become a lot closer. I've become his human diary, therapist, comfort zone, safety net and honestly, he's always been that for me. I was pulled out of my thoughts when I heard a knock on my door. I put my coffee down on the table and excitedly rushed to the door, completely forgetting what was wearing--or, not wearing, should I say. I opened it up and threw myself into his arms as he wrapped his around my waist. I felt so secure when I was with him, like nothing bad could ever happen to me. And nothing ever did. He always kept me safe. We pulled away after a few seconds and I stepped aside to let him in. We walked into the kitchen where I had his coffee, black. Just the way he liked it. I chuckled that I already had his cup ready for him and I guided him to the empty tree that was waiting to be decorated.
"Ready?" I asked, grinning. Christmas was always my favorite time of year, especially when spent with my favorite person. He nodded and I opened up the boxes that had the decorations in them. I handed him some tinsel and took one end and we began tossing it around the tree. At one point, my favorite Christmas song, "All I Want for Christmas is You", came on and I turned up the stereo. I started dancing like a little girl and he just watched me, but I didn't care. I was having fun. I looked at him and blushed when I realized he was still staring. He looked like he was deep in thought. "Hot--" I started, but he interrupted me.
"Emily," he rushed over to me and pinned me to the wall, taking my breath away. He waited a few seconds, I guess to be sure that this was really happening, before smashing his lips onto mine. Our lips moved in sync with each other as my fingers ran through his hair and his hands moved to my waist. He licked my lip for entranced, which I granted, and our tongues fought for dominance but he eventually won. He picked me up by my thighs and carried me upstairs to my room. He threw me on the bed, lust in both of our eyes. Both of us wanted and needed this. He climbed on top of me and pulled my shirt over my head, leaving me in my bra and underwear. I yanked off his shirt and he unbuckled his belt and took off his pants. He kissed my jawline down to my collarbone before unclasping my bra and immediately sucking on my breast while massaging the other and I moaned softly. He kissed down my stomach as he took off my panties and then his boxers, revealing his long and hard member. He slowly entered me and I moaned louder as did he. He thrusted in and out of me, gripping my hips and attaching his lips onto my nipple. He rubbed my clit and I knew I was close.
"Oh, my g-! Aaron!!" I screamed as I climaxed. My whole body spasmed uncontrollably underneath him which made him climax as well. My body sucked up his sperm which only made him climax harder and longer. He collapsed next to me in exhaustion and we were both panting, trying to catch our breath. "I love you," I blurted out. Did I really just say that? Good going, Emily.
"I love you, too," he replied. "Be mine?"
"Well, considering you're leaking out of me, I'd say I'm already yours," I laughed making him laugh, too.
