Bad Boy | By : tbird1965 Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 6188 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Pacing back and forth in his hotel room, Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner, Unit Chief for the Behavioral Analysis Unit shook his hands, trying to dispel some of the nervous energy coursing through his body. Pausing at the mini bar, he grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniels and poured out another healthy portion. Staring at his face in the mirror, he tossed back the drink in one swallow. He shuddered a little as the heat exploded in his stomach, but the shot, his third in 10 minutes, did nothing to calm him.
"It's adrenaline." He told himself. "Adrenaline and something else." That secret voice in the back of his head told him. He hated that secret voice. That voice that told him to do things he really, really wanted to do, but he knew he shouldn't. It was the voice that challenged his sense of propriety and responsibility. It had been that voice that sent him running after an unsub, alone, on the first case headed by Derek Morgan. "But I caught the bastard didn't I?" The voice smirked, "and I gave you an opportunity to flirt with her too." *The Eyes Have It." He smiled as he remembered the look she had given him, when he had uncharacteristically teased her. "What?" he had said, grinning at her like the bad boy he'd felt like at that moment. "Because you like feeling like a bad boy." The voice said. "You ARE a bad boy." "Oh shut the fuck up." He whispered to the mirror, taking another shot of Jack. Why was it always her? Why? Why was she the one who got beaten up by a maniac? Why was she the one in the car that had been broadsided by a truck? Why was she the one who had to be chatted up by that filth Viper? And this time? Why was it her? Held around the neck by the unsub? Her shirt torn off and discarded, the thin bleeding line running from her stomach up between her breasts (her beautiful, perfect breasts) her black lace bra cut down the middle and hanging from her shoulders. Stop thinking about her breasts, Aaron ordered himself. "Oh, Hell No." Said the infuriating voice, "That's all you're gonna think about, Buddy boy." Aaron had remained impassive. Throughout it all. Standing there, with his balls crawling up inside his body from the fear he was feeling. Watching while her life hung in the balance. No one would know the surge of relief he'd felt when she was free and running towards him. He'd played his part perfectly when he cooly removed his suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders. And he was the consummate Unit Chief as he stood by the ambulance, watching unmoved, while paramedics carefully cleansed the wound on her body. Had the stoic Aaron Hotchner been affected by the sight of her naked breasts? Not so anyone would ever know. Now alone, with that voice in his ear, her breasts where all he could think about. Tossing back another shot, Aaron began to slowly undress for the night. Across the hall, Emily Prentiss engaged in her own ritual to calm her nerves. Correction, she was trying to engage in her own ritual, but….where the FUCK was the honey? The empty bear stared at her, taunted her. She had taken a hot bath. She was dressed in her comfortable flannel shorts and matching tank top. Now all she wanted was a cup of hot tea with fucking HONEY and this goddamned bear was taunting her. Glancing around the room, her eyes landed on Hotch's suit jacket hanging on the back of his chair. Grabbing it and her cup of tea, she opened her door and took the few steps across the hall. She paused in front of Hotch's door and listened. She could hear the faint sound of his TV playing. Raising her hand, she knocked sharply. Hotch's hand paused mid stroke. Reaching for the remote he clicked off the TV, quieting the moaning actress taking it from behind on the screen. With his hand still on himself, he listened, there was another knock. Sighing heavily he called out. "Hang on" Emily heard the TV go silent, it had almost sounded like he was watching…..she shook her head. No way. Not Hotch. His door opened and he stared down at Emily Prentiss. Emily eyes scanned him up and down. He dressed in a pair of very baggy, dark blue sweatpants. He was breathing a little heavy and looked slightly flushed. Her eyes lingered on his bare chest. She shifted nervously when he didn't say anything or acknowledge her. "I thought I'd bring your jacket back." She held it up on one finger. He stared at her for an uncomfortable moment longer. "Let her in and fuck her." The bad boy voice said reasonably. It was louder now and way more in charge. The "respectable" portion of Aaron's mind was lying low, chased off by alcohol and lust. Bad Boy Aaron was in total control. "I'm not wearing a shirt." He said, a shy smirk playing across his lips. "I can see that." Emily said slowly, looking closely at Hotch's face. "Are you drunk?" "Yes." He said, standing aside. "Wanna come in?" He turned and walked back to the large bed. Crawling across it, it turned around to lean back against the head board, his long legs stretched before him. He grabbed a large bottle of Jack and took another drink. "Gonna stand in the door or come in?" He asked tilting his head boyishly at her. Emily stepped inside and slowly closed the door. She stared at this strange "Hotch" on the bed. He wasn't slurring his words and he hadn't stumbled on his way to the bed. But he wasn't "Hotch". He was way too relaxed. Glancing down at the cup of tea in her hand, she remembered the other reason she had come over. "Oh Honey." she blurted out. Aaron lowered the bottle from his lips. "Did you just call me 'Honey'? He asked an uncharacteristic giggle leaving his lips. "No." she said blushing. "Do you have any honey?" He looked completely confused for a moment. "Oh." He waved his hand at the complimentary coffee and tea service. "Little bear over there." He laughed loudly. "Little bear over there." He repeated softly. "That's kinda funny." Emily stared at him. "Thanks." She located the little honey bear and started to head towards the door. "Stop her." Bad boy ordered. "Do not let her leave." "Why did you bring your tea with you if you were just going to steal my bear and go?" "What?" She asked, turning back to look at him. "If your only plan was to abduct my poor plastic honey bear and abston, absmond….take him back to your room. Why did you bring your cup of tea with you?" Emily couldn't contain her burst of laughter. "I'm not trying to abscond with your bear at all, Hotch. I only wanted to borrow him, err, it." "Aaron" "I beg your pardon." "Aaron." He said pointing to himself. "And you don't have to beg. Have a seat." "Okay, Aaron. And I'm Emily." She said moving to sit on the edge of the bed. "Wait!" Aaron said suddenly, waving his hands in a stop gesture. Emily jumped slightly, "What?" "Can I have a cup of tea and I have to go to the bathroom." "Okay." Emily said she couldn't stop laughing at him. "Okay." He nodded his head and climbed back up off the bed. She watched as he set the bottle of Jack on the dresser and walked towards the bathroom. Except for his inability to pronounce the word "abscond" and his odd behavior, he hid his drunken state well. Emily moved to the service area and started heating a cup of water for him. She placed a tea bag in, by the time he had returned the steaming cup was sitting on the nightstand. "Thanks." He said, glancing at it as he climbed onto the bed and returned to his original position. She sat down on the bed and crossed her legs. Her cup of tea resting on her leg. "Why aren't you drinking your tea?" He asked, staring intently at her. "Too hot." "Oh. Hey? How's?" He stared at her chest and slowly ran his hand down from the middle of his chest to his belly button. Emily felt a flicker of warmth at how sexy that move looked on him. "Stings a little. But it's okay" "Good." Emily stared around on the bed, her eyes landing on the remote. Reaching out she grabbed it quickly. "What were you watching before I knocked?" She asked, teasing. "Oh. Hey!" He sat up suddenly, reaching for the remote. "Don't…" he said as she clicked the remote over her shoulder. The unmistakable sound of porn music and heavy panting filled the room. "Gimme that." He said, snatching the remote from her and clicking the TV off. He hung his head, his face crimson. "Well this is an evening of firsts." Emily said laughing. "First time you've told me to call you Aaron, first time seeing you without a shirt on and I know I've never seen you blush before." "Oh don't be so embarrassed." She said, moving to sit next to him on the bed. "It's kind of nice to know you're actually human." "You don't think I'm human?" He asked, his voice sounded very sad. He turned his head to look at her, his chocolate brown eyes soft as they lingered on her face. "Sometimes I wonder." She admitted, staring up into his face. Have his eyelashes always been that long? "All human." He sighed heavily, patting his naked chest. "You are so beautiful." "What was that?" "Nothing." He said quickly. "Is this tea ready to drink yet?" He asked, picking up his cup. "Oh yeah." She said grabbing the plastic bear she had placed on the bed. "Here." She flipped open the lid and squeezed hard. Honey shot out of the end and landed directly on his chest. Aaron stared down at the sticky glob on his chest and raised his eyes to look at her. "Oops. Sorry." She said blushing. "Oops? Sorry?" He asked, snatching the bear out of her hand. He turned the bottle around and squeezed hard. Emily's neck and chest where now covered with honey. "That was mean." She said, trying to snatch the bear back out of his hand. He sat his cup of tea aside and held the bear out of her reach. As she dove for it, she accidentally kicked her cup of tea off the bed, spilling it all over the floor. Aaron laughed. "Jeez Emily. Come over to my room and squirt me with honey and spill tea all over the place." "I said I was sorry." She said, getting on her knees and reaching again for the bear. He moved it quickly out of the way; Emily overbalanced and fell, landing on his chest. Their eyes locked as their chests pressed together. "Your breasts are so perfect, Emily." He whispered his voice was low and husky. "Thanks." She whispered back. "I didn't think you'd noticed." "Not notice? I can't stop thinking about them." He placed his hands on her lower back and pulled her closer to him. "Is that why…" She motioned towards the TV. He nodded his head. "I was, uhhh, well...you know, when you knocked on the door." His voice sounded shaky and he was panting a little. "I'm sorry I interrupted." She said, her heart pounded in her ears and she was feeling a little dizzy. "I'm not." He whispered, leaning in and lightly pressing his lips to hers. He was relieved when she pressed back, returning his kiss. "Is this just because you're drunk?" She asked quietly. "Maybe." He said, grabbing her face between his hands and kissing her harder. "Or maybe it's because I'm drunk and you make me so fucking hot that I can't think straight." He ran his tongue along her bottom lip. "Kiss me." he pleaded. Emily pressed her lips against his and her tongue entered his open mouth. Her tongue tentatively touched his and they slowly began to rub their tongues together. It was the most sensuous kiss she had ever experienced. Pulling her down to lay on top of him, he kissed her fiercely. His tongue roaming, teasing and exploring her mouth. Emily moaned as he grasped the back of her head, pulling her up gently by a handful of hair. Now with access to her throat, he began to lick and suck off the honey. "Oh God." She moaned. "Aaron." He said, kissing a trail down her throat. "Sit up and take your shirt off." He ordered, his lips tickling her neck. She moved to straddle his waist; she could feel his hard cock pressing against her now throbbing center. With her eyes locked on his, she reached down and grabbed the hem of her shirt and slowly pulled it over her head, tossing it easily aside. His normally unreadable eyes, shouted everything he was feeling as they roamed over her naked breasts. "So perfect." He whispered as he reached up and cupped them gently in his hands, his thumbs rubbing across her hardened nipples. "Emily." He moaned, pulling her back down and kissing her deeply. Raising his hips, he ground himself into her center. "Is that as big as it feels?" She asked moaning into his lips. Pressing her hands against his chest, she pushed herself into a sitting position. "Let me see." She whispered, moving to sit next to him. "Take these off." She tugged at the waistband of his sweat pants. Smiling shyly, Aaron reached down and grabbed the waistband of his pants. He removed them slowly and tossed them to the floor. With his eyes still locked on hers, he lay back down in the bed, his head and shoulders resting on the pillow behind him. Her eyes flickered down his body and back again. "Aaron." She moaned taking his huge cock in her hand and gently caressing it. "You're beautiful." "Your turn." He whispered his eyes eager. Emily rolled over onto her back. She grasped the waistband of her shorts and peeled them off in one swift movement, tossing them across the room. She turned to look at him; he had rolled onto his side and was gently caressing her stomach. Kissing her again, he rubbed his hand across her pussy, petting it gently. "I want to taste you." He whispered. "I want to taste you too." She whispered back. Smiling he sat up. Reaching behind him, he grabbed a pillow and tossed it down to her. "Get comfortable." Emily lay on her side with her head on the soft pillow. She lifted it up a little so he could slide his leg underneath, bringing his cock directly to her mouth. She watched as he spread her legs apart, laying a pillow on her thigh and then lowering his head to rest on it. She bent her other leg and moved it out of his way. She moaned loudly as his tongue made its first tentative contact. Oh God, she thought. Placing her arm between his legs, she grabbed his ass and pulled his cock closer to her mouth. He groaned as he felt her warm lips wrap gently around the tip. Emily gasped around his cock and took him all the way into her mouth as he kissed her pussy. His tongue danced over her clit and roamed around her opening, driving her crazy with need. The more he teased her clit, the harder and faster her tongue played across his cock. Reaching up she grasped his shaft tightly in her hand, her mouth moving up and down on his head. Aaron licked at her clit, like he was licking a spoon, his strokes long and hard. She gasped and took his cock even further in her mouth, when he gently inserted his finger into her opening and begin to slowly move it in and out. The closer he pulled her towards a climax the more frantically Emily sucked on his cock. Her thigh muscles had begun to quiver. She was standing on the age of a precipice, ready to tumble over into oblivion, when Aaron pulled away from her. Spinning around, he pushed her onto her back, spread her legs and entered her all in one swift movement. Emily cried out and clawed at his back. An epic orgasm had crashed through her the second his cock had entered her body. She whimpered at the waves of pleasure rolling over her as he thrust in and out quickly. His thrusts became frantic and his back stiffened as he came forcefully. She could feel his huge cock pulsating inside of her as jets of come shot out. "Oh God Emily." He cried loudly. He collapsed on top of her breathing heavily. Loving the feel of his skin under her hand, she gently rubbed his back as his breathing slowly returned to normal. He rose up on his arms and smiled down at her. "Why did you come to my room again?" He asked softly. "Oh that's right. You wanted to abscond away with my little plastic honey bear. I've decided you can't have him." "That's okay." She panted. "I don't think I'm in the mood of tea anymore." "So what are you in the mood for?' Emily turned her head and whispered softly in his ear. Bad Boy Aaron Hotchner chuckled low in his throat. "Gimme a minute. I think I can take care of that." 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