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Title: The Fulcrum
Author: gaia janvier
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: DR/PG/AH
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds; the recognizable characters are property of CBS. I am making no money from this little writing exercise; I am simply learning to improve my writing skills.

Chapter 10: An Unwanted Visitor

Penelope rolled over to turn off her cell phone alarm, and took in her surroundings. This wasn’t her multi colored bedspread, or David’s fluffy white duvet. She was in a room decorated in muted blues and greens. The arms around her were solid, and her brain finally engaged enough to realize it was Aaron holding her.

She lay quietly trying to process her thoughts, as the man next to her snored softly. Aaron was an enigma. He was the stoic, hard working man with a playful naughty side that she liked but unnerved her on occasion. Unlike Dave, who lavished attention on her and had made it clear from early on that he wanted her in his bed every night he could, Aaron had never indicated he wanted her past the time they spent having sex.

Yet now, she was in his bed. He was a cuddler, something she didn’t expect. When they drove home the night before, he held her hand, and had helped her out of the SUV, his arm protectively around her as he led her into the house. When they got in bed, he had peppered her with kisses, not as foreplay but as affection. It felt out of character; was this yet another facet of the complex and sometimes moody man she cared so much about?

An alarm sounded from the other side of the bed, and moments later she heard a groan as the arms around her disappeared. The alarm shut off, and she waited for him to crawl out of the bed. Instead, she was rolled onto her back, and kissed deeply. She really hoped she didn’t have morning breath.

“Morning, baby.”

Her response was automatic. “I’ll show you a good morning.”

“Really? I think I’ll take you up on that, Miss Penelope.” Aaron’s voice was teasing. He found the sensitive spot on the base of her neck, scraping his teeth against the pulse point. She arched into him and she could feel his grin.

“Aaron, we need to get up and going. I’m going to require a great deal of cosmetic intervention this fine morning.” She tried to move away, but was pinned in place by muscled arms.

“Penelope, you don’t need all of that makeup. You’re stunning the way you are now.” His head slid down, kissing her breasts. She sighed.

“Not for my face. I need to cover up the bruises and bites that now cover my cleavage and about every other part of me.” She lifted her left leg to show him. “Who in the heck gets a love bite by their ankle?” She didn’t even remember how she got THAT. Last night was a hedonistic free for all.
Quick as a flash, he took her leg and hooked it over his shoulder. She felt him pin her body to the bed as he slid a finger into her. “I guess you are ready to show me a good morning, baby.” She giggled as he lifted her hips and slid into her. Dear god, the man was insatiable.

She braced herself, expecting the punishing rhythm he normally set, but to her surprise, he was moving slowly and watching her reactions. Maybe morning sex was the way to tame the savage beast. She giggled and he covered her body with his, sliding her legs down to just above his butt.

“You feel so fucking good, Penelope. So tight, so wet. Your body is an addiction.”

She liked the way he called her by her whole name, not “Penny” like Kevin had called her. Even when he was pounding into her and seemed barely able to catch his breath, he had managed to choke out her name. His endearment “Baby” was one Morgan used, in a friendly way. The way Aaron used it, though sent a thrill through her that Morgan could never have managed.

She pounded her heels on his butt to try to make him go faster. She loved this slow, steady pace but they needed to get to work and she would never get her release if he didn’t get a little more friction going. He ignored her, and kept his frustratingly slow rhythm. She banged her head back against her pillow in frustration, and he chuckled.

“Patience is a virtue, Miss Garcia.” He smirked as he slid out if her, rolling her onto her hands and knees. Oh good, she thought. He never had any ability to go slow when they were in this position. He re-entered and was just getting the rhythm going again when the phone rang.

Garcia looked at the clock. Oh, no. It was eight, and they were supposed to be at Quantico in thirty minutes. She tried to scramble away as Hotch answered the phone, but he held her shoulder to keep her in place while he continued to slide in and out of her.

“Yes, Chief Strauss. I understand; I’m sweating right now too.” Oh, my god, he was fucking her while talking to their boss. She willed herself to keep quiet. Who knew sex was so loud? She could hear her ragged breathing, and buried her head in the pillow as Hotch slammed into her once, balls deep in her. She bit the pillow to muffle her scream.

“Of course. I’ll tell Garcia and Dave. You say JJ and Reid are already there, so Morgan… okay, that sounds good. Try to stay cool, Erin. Let’s hope the AC gets fixed by tomorrow. If not, we can work from home. All right then. Good bye.” He hung up and she moaned.

“Good girl, keeping quiet like that. Erin would have been quite distressed if she learned how you’ve been spending your time. We’re off today, by the way. The AC must have broken over the weekend and it’s over 85 in the building. So, we get to stay home. I’m calling Dave now, so feel free to scream to your hearts content, baby.” He started to speed up as he heard the speed dial button beep. By the time Dave had apparently answered, she was feeling her orgasm start to build deep inside her.

“Dave, we’re off today because the AC is broken at Quantico…yeah, I know. No, Penelope’s fine. She’s a little upset with me at the moment… I’m making your kitten wait to come…do you think I should? No, I plan to spend my day doing what I’m doing right now… come on over later.” He hung up, and threw the phone on the nightstand. Grabbing her hips, he started fucking her faster, harder.

She cried out in relief. This was the Aaron she knew, the possessive man who fucked like the hounds of hell were nipping at his feet. He slammed into her, his heavy sac slapping against her as he shoved her over the edge of her control and into a free fall. She felt herself start to shake, and then the first wave hit her and she was lost to the sensation.

She had almost gotten her breathing back to normal when she heard the drawer to the night stand open and close. Aaron leaned over to her ear.

“Can you hear me, baby?” She nodded. “Good. I want to fuck your ass, is that okay? Say yes, baby.” She nodded again, and felt her legs spread. She was too tired to move, so she was glad she had collapsed face down. She felt the lube inside her, and then heard the foil rip from a condom packet. She tried to relax, and moments later she felt his cock breach her entrance, and slowly slide into her. It burned at first, and she tried to keep her breathing steady. Once he started moving, it wasn’t bad. It was just this part that tended to hurt.

“Ohhhhh, god damn it Penelope. You are so fucking tight. I thought Dave and I stretched you out a bit last night but this is…ohhh.” He started to move and she moaned as he started a careful rhythm, clearly trying not to hurt her. Reaching around, her found her clit and started to work it. She was crying out and moving back to meet him within minutes. Aaron had been right, she did like “oh” as she had called it.

Without warning, Aaron pulled out, and turned her over on to her back. He grabbed a tissue and pulled the condom off, dropping it in the trash by the bed. Then he was in her pussy again, pistoning in and out with that strength she loved. “I want to see your face when you come, baby.” He growled the words, and she was so close, just a tiny…little…bit….more….

   Then her body exploded, and she had that feeling of slipping her skin that she only had with Aaron. He was following her over the edge within moments with some sort of primal roar, and they lay spent next to each other, panting.

“You’re going to be the death of me, Garcia.” He mumbled, pulling her into his arms. She looked over at the alarm clock and froze.

“Um, Aaron? There’s someone looking in the window.”

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Mr. Kingston was a mild mannered man who normally spent his weekends working in his garden and playing golf. He knew Aaron Hotchner by sight, and had invited him over for a drink on several occasions when they saw each other on the way to the mail box. His daughter Eden was friends with Jack Hotchner at school, and he had noticed that the boy and his father often played soccer in the evenings in the back yard. He knew that the father worked for the FBI and was often gone for extended periods of time. As a father who was active in the Community Watch Program, it was his job to know certain things about his neighbors.

The old convertible had become a familiar sight in the driveway, and even when Mr. Hotchner wasn’t at home, the blonde woman had apparently come to the house to get the mail and check on things. She was clearly younger than Mr. Hotchner, so it was assumed in the neighborhood that she was a family member or possibly a friend. Although, he couldn’t imagine what the colorful woman would possibly have in common with the quiet Mr. Hotchner.

Mr. Kingston (Fred, he would tell you to call him) had asked several of the neighbors recently about what they thought was going on in the Hotchner home. Not that he was a gossip, you understand. It was more that there was at one time a dark haired woman who often stayed over, but now was gone. Then this woman had showed up out of the blue. At first he thought she was a prostitute, although it didn’t seem likely. The woman clearly knew Jack, and so the prostitute idea was out the window. Plus, she didn’t look like any prostitute he had ever met. Not that he met prostitutes or anything, but on occasion he would get propositioned in the bar he sometimes went to.

A couple of weeks ago, Mr. Kingston had been in his back garden pulling out the damned mint (his wife had planted it without knowing it spreads everywhere, if you let it.) when he heard the strangest noises coming from the other side of the privacy fence. He knew he needed to check; maybe some hoodlums had gotten into the house, or something. He had to get a ladder to look over the fence; Mr. Hotchner had insisted on eight foot fencing instead of the standard six, so he had no choice.

When he got to take a look over the fence, he almost fell off his ladder in surprise. Mr. Hotchner had been doing THINGS to the woman that he was not comfortable speaking out loud. For the love of Pete, they were naked outside in their back yard. This was a family community, and you could see the Hotchner’s back yard from the Kingston home. Okay, you could only see the back yard if you looked out of the attic window, and it was only a partial view, but still. He looked at the voluptuous woman and came to the obvious conclusion.

Mr. Hotchner, FBI agent and devoted father was making porno films.

No, he never saw any cameras, but there was a purse lying nearby that could have concealed a camera. Two days later, he had been trying to find his missing cat when he noticed the convertible there. He had extended his search to include the Hotchner property, and they were there again, doing THAT in the kitchen, of all places. He had watched for a while to make sure no one was being hurt, but he couldn’t see the camera, so he went back home. As it turned out, the cat had been hiding under Eden’s bed; it really hated the outdoors.

Then today, he saw the convertible in the driveway. He had decided to take a stand for all that was decent, and called the police chief who lived three doors down to come and take a look for himself. When he had called about the previous incidents, the chief had ignored him. Now, he would have evidence. He dragged the chief down the street in order to show him the disgusting things going on at the Hotchner residence.

Sure enough, there they were; you could see them clear as day through a crack in the curtains. Rutting like animals, his mother used to say. And although he hadn’t looked that closely, it seemed like Mr. Hotchner may have some homosexual tendencies. Clearly, what they were doing wasn’t the usual kind of sex people have. The police chief needed to do something.

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Aaron Hotchner closed his eyes in a desperate attempt not to laugh. In a way, it was embarrassing; the BAU Unit chief had been spied on for weeks without him knowing it. Kingston had always been weird, but this only cemented the fact that he was completely off his rocker. The police chief was red in the face, obviously holding back his own laughter as Kingston sat at the Hotchner dining room table with his tale. Penelope had left the room, and he tried not to grimace as Rossi came through the front door, armed and ready to arrest an assailant.

     When Dave heard the story, he didn’t hold back and roared with laughter. The other men (minus the horrified Mr. Kingston) followed suit, and the tension seemed to abate, somewhat. The police chief asked if Aaron wanted to press charges, and Aaron had declined.

Mr. Kingston was allowed to return to his home with the understanding that he was, under no circumstances, to go onto the Hotchner property. Nor was he allowed to get his ladder to look over the fence, or look out his attic window to try to catch anyone “at it”. Further, he was not allowed to spread this gossip around the neighborhood, since it was obvious there were no cameras in the home; therefore, no porno films were being shot. Perhaps, Mr. Kingston should also consider watching other TV programs besides murder mysteries. It could do things to the mind, after all.

“Have a good day off,” the police chief offered as he left the elegant home. Aaron agreed he would, and led Rossi to the living room where Garcia sat, mortified tears in her eyes.

“Kitten, what’s wrong? That man is just a little pervert. Don’t let anything he says bother you.” He leaned over to kiss her, but she pulled away, wiping her eyes.

“Baby, it could have been worse. If he had been Dave’s neighbor, he probably would have had a heart attack yesterday.”

The two men chuckled at the idea, which served to infuriate her further.

“You think that’s funny? The man thought I was a prostitute.”

“Kingston is a crackpot. He is a classic voyeur, and had to come up with some story to keep himself out of jail.” Rossi was clearly trying to distract her, his nimble fingers sliding under her hastily pulled on panties. She slapped at his hands, and pulled away from Aaron who had been busying himself with opening her robe and cupping her heavy breasts. Standing, she put a hand on her hip.

“I can’t believe the two of you! Ten minutes ago, we were sitting with the police chief discussing … well, you know. He’s not even at your neighbor’s house, and you are already trying to get me naked.”

“Not very successfully, I should point out. Ouch, kitten!” Dave yelped as she pulled on his hair.

“I am going home, ALONE. I am going to go to bed and sleep for the rest of the day. When I wake up, I am going to relax. Maybe I’ll even go shopping with Prentiss. I need some time to myself; and whenever I am with either of you, it’s always sex. All the time.” Her voice softened. “I care about both of you, very much. I know we agreed at the beginning that this would be no-strings. If any of us wanted to, we could walk away. Well, I need some time now. I’m tired of being the warm body equivalent of a blow up doll. I need to decide if this is what I want for my life, or if I want to get out there and meet someone who wants to be seen with me. Someone who wants to do the whole romance thing, and who believes I have more to offer than an orgasm.”

She put on her shoes and moved toward the kitchen door. Aaron moved to block her way. She turned to look back, and saw Dave still sitting frozen on the couch, an expression of emptiness on his face. He turned to her and it took every bit of self-control she possessed not to go to him. Forcing herself to turn back around, she came face to face with a confused Aaron Hotchner.

“Penelope, we have never looked at you that way, ever. Dave and I have come alive since we all got together. You’ve come alive as well. You walk with more confidence; you have a sparkle in your eye now that wasn’t there before. We need each other.” He knelt and looked up at her with tears in his eyes, all the self control and arrogance stripped away. She was looking at the true Aaron Hotchner now, and her heart lurched. She felt her eyes well with tears. Hotch tried to take her hands. “What do you want us to do, Penelope? Tell me, and I’ll do it. Please don’t walk away from me now that I finally have something good in my life besides my son.”

“I have to, Aaron. Please understand. I’ve spent most of my life alone; I’m used to making my own decisions. Right now, I am so far from the woman I was, I don’t even recognize myself anymore. Give me time, please.” She brushed past him, still in her robe and went out to her car.

She cried the entire drive home.

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