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Just Talking About Baseball	By : tbird1965 Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 4966 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A very, very special thanks goes out to Janis Vizier for helping me with my Cajun Translation.
Disclaimer; I do not own these characters, I just like to make them git nekkid.
Hotch and Emily left the bathroom feeling refreshed and much cooler. She had pulled on the house dress and Hotch was still bare chested, wearing only his suit pants. They both sniffed the air, their stomachs growling at the cooking smells permeating the tiny house.
"Dere you are. You feelin' better?" Papere Mazoo asked, exiting the kitchen and settling himself at the dining room table.
"I t'ought you'd be hungry." He said, ladling soup into large bowls and passing them to Emily and Hotch.
"Thank you." Emily said, sitting down and sniffing at her plate. "It smells wonderful."
Hotch pulled back a chair and sat down. "I apologize for not having my shirt; we must have left it out in the swamp"
"Don' matter. We not fancy, us. Its jus' a oyster soup and some miche. Now mange. Especially you girl, you way too skinny." He said, staring pointedly at Emily.
The agents ate in silence, too hungry to speak. When they had finished, Hotch leaned back and rubbed his stomach. "That was really wonderful. We can't thank you enough for you help."
Couldn' leave you out dere for de alligators." The old man said, standing up. "Lea' me show you where you can fais do-do." He crossed the room and opened a door.
"Fa do do?" Hotch whispered to Emily.
"Sleep."
"Oh. " He nodded his head before looking into the room. "One bed." he muttered staring at the double bed.
"Mais, she can share wit' me if you don' want her wit' you. I know we can have us some fun, yah." The old man leered at Emily, licking his lips.
"We'll be fine." Hotch said, grabbing Emily's arm possessively and pulling her in the room.
"Mais you two have fun in dere and bonne nuit." The old man was still cackling as Hotch closed the door.
"Thanks Hotch." Emily whispered, turning to look at him. He was staring at the bed, shaking his head in dismay.
"Let's just try to get some sleep." He said, crawling onto the bed.
Emily shrugged and pulled the housedress over her head and climbed naked onto the bed. "What?" She said, catching the look on Hotch's face. "It's hot in here. You've already seen me in the bathtub. It's not like they change or anything."
"Just go to sleep, Prentiss." He groaned, closing his eyes.
"Aren't you hot?" Emily asked after a few minutes.
"Yes."
"Well quit being such a prude and take your pants off."
"I can't." He growled, shifting uncomfortably on the bed.
"What do you mean you 'can't'?"
"I can't." He said, shifting again.
Emily flicked her eyes down Hotch's body, noting the tenting of his pants. "Ohhhhh." She said knowingly. "Got a problem there Hotch?"
"Shut up, Prentiss." He groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"A stiffy, a woody, a hard on?" She laughed. "Well now that I know Hotch, you might as well just take your pants off. Let him breathe."
"Christ." He groaned. Rolling on his back, he unfastening his pants and pushed them off his legs. Tossing them to the floor, he rolled back and glared at her. "Are you happy now?"
"Not really." She said, a little breathlessly, gazing at his naked form. "But I do have to say at this particular moment, I'm really glad I'm a girl."
"Why's that?" He whispered.
"There's no outward sign to give away how turned on I am."
"You're turned on?"
"Like molten lava between my legs."
"That sounds uncomfortable." He teased.
"It is. But you look even more uncomfortable." She said, gazing pointedly at his swollen cock. "I'm mean that looks painful, Hotch."
"It is, a little." He shifted his hips unconsciously.
"Well this is just stupid." She muttered, rolling her eyes.
"What do you mean?"
"You're uncomfortable, I'm uncomfortable. We should do something about it." She sighed.
"That would be inappropriate and you know it, Agent Prentiss."
"So we just lay here miserable when we could, I don't know, give each other a hand?"
"What are you suggesting?" His voice was low and teasing.
"Just that we lend each other a hand. That's all. It's not like we'd be having sex or anything. We'd just be helping each other out. The way I see it, is neither of us are going to get any sleep in this condition. You look ready to explode and I'm about ready to spontaneously combust." She paused for a moment, searching his face carefully.
"Go on." He prompted his face impassive.
"So." She continued. "We could lay here and take care of ourselves, or we could take care of each other. So what do you think?"
"So you just want to ignore 1st and 2nd base and skip right to 3rd?" Hotch laughed.
"What are you talking about?" Emily wrinkled her nose in confusion."
"Oh come on, Emily." Hotch said, staring at her. "You know. 1st, 2nd and 3rd base, from High School?"
"Aaron I went to High School in Rome. I have no idea what you're talking about."
"I can't believe you've never heard of this." Hotch scoffed. "Okay. 1st base is kissing. 2nd base would be touching above the waist, with or without clothes, 3rd base is touching below the waist, without clothes. And a home run is….."
"I can guess what a home run is." Emily interrupted. "So, let me get this straight. You're okay with this except for the fact that we're skipping bases?"
"Well you can't just go immediately to 3rd base. It's not right."
"Okay." Emily whispered, moving closer to him on the bed. Placing her hand on his neck, she leaned in and lightly brushed her lips across his. Pressing harder, she ran her tongue along his lower lip, asking for permission to enter. Groaning he opened his mouth and let her tongue enter to dance softly with his. "1st base." She whispered against his lips. Reaching down, she grabbed his hand and placed it gently on her breast. A smile played across his lips as he ran his thumb across her hardened nipple.
"2nd base." She moaned, arching into his hand. "And now on to 3rd." She whispered. His skin trembled as she slid her hand down his stomach to lightly grasp his cock. Barely grasping him, she moved her hand slowly up and down on his shaft.
"Mmmmmm." He moaned, turning to lie on his back, giving her better access to his erection.
"You like that." She asked, stroking him slowly, squeezing the head of his cock at the end of each stroke.
"Oh yes." He moaned, his hips thrusting up into her hand.
Licking her palm, Emily switched hands and continued to pump his cock with slow steady strokes. She watched as his eyes rolled up in his head and his face contorted. Squeezing the head of his cock, she listened to him groan with pleasure.
"Faster." He moaned, thrusting his hip.
"Not yet." She whispered, maintaining her slow firm strokes.
"Oh God." He panted. "You're killing me. I need to come."
"I know. Just be patient." She crooned, squeezing him firmly, but maintaining her slow strokes.
"You should be nice. You're next you know." He fixed her with his chocolate brown eyes.
"I know." She teased, licking her palm again and rubbing her wet hand across the head of his cock. "But just think how good it's going to feel when you finally come." She stroked him faster and then slowed again, causing him to groan in frustration. Locking eyes with him, she slowly began to increase her speed faster and faster.
"Yesssss." He hissed. "Oh God yesssss. Please don't stop." He moaned. "Oh Emily, I…I…I…Uhhhhh" He grunted softly as his cock emptied into her hand, his orgasm causing his whole body to shudder. He twitched as she carefully milked the last of his come from his body. "Oh God." He groaned, his head sinking into the pillow.
"Feeling better?" She teased.
"Oh yes." He sighed, rolling onto his side, his finger lightly rubbing against the bare skin of her thighs. "And now I believe there's a fire I need to put out."
"Yes there is." She moaned, rolling onto her back and spreading her legs slightly.
"Now if I can just find it." He teased, drawing one finger up the inside of her thigh. "Is it here? What about here?" He ran his finger down her other thigh. "Here?" He laid his large hand just above her pelvic bone.
"Aaron." She hissed, thrusting up towards his hand.
"Oh. It's here." He trailed his fingers down the soft hair covering her mound. "I think I'm getting closer. I can feel the heat." He said, cupping her sex with his large hand.
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