The Long Goodbye | By : tbird1965 Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 3299 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A little more smutty action for Emily and Aaron. Don't you just want to hug Garcia?
Hope you enjoy...probably only one more chapter to go. Please be sure to review, you have no idea how happy your comments make me. They lay stoking each other lazily, each struggling to resume a normal breathing pattern. After a few moments, Emily groaned and pushed herself off the bed. Aaron sat up and leaned against the headboard, pulling the rumbled sheet up to his waist. He watched as she walked across the room. Filling a glass with ice and some more Jack, she carefully balanced the ashtray, glass and their packs of cigarettes and returned to the bed. "Thanks." He said, reaching up to grab the glass and his pack of Marlboro's from her hands. Taking a sip off the drink, he shook a cigarette loose. Lighting it, he inhaled deeply and sighed. Emily settled herself on the bed and sat cross legged next to him. Lighting her own cigarette, she let her eyes linger on the sheet bunched between his legs. "Modest much?" She teased. "A little." A shy smile played across his lips. "How's Pen?" She asked softly, staring down at the cigarette in her hands, unable to meet his eyes. "She doesn't seem to be crying all the time anymore, but she can't stop staring at your picture on the wall." Reaching out, she took the glass from his hand and took a small sip. "I hate doing this to everyone. It sucks. I'm only 40 and I've already died twice." "You're not dead Emily and I'm going to catch him." He said his voice firm, his dark eyes intense. Draining the glass, she rattled the ice cubes nervously. "I don't want to talk about Ian Doyle." She said, looking up at him, her eyes pleading. "This is the only time I have to be with you and I don't want to think about anything but you." "Okay." He nodded. Taking a long pull off his cigarette he reached up and gently stroked the side of her head, running his fingers through her hair. Grabbing the ashtray, he snubbed out his cigarette, holding it out to her he motioned for her to do the same. He rolled on his side and set the ashtray carefully on the bedside table. Turning back to her he took the ice filled glass from her hand. "Lay down." He said, getting to his knees and pointing to the center of the bed. "What are you doing Aaron?" She asked, a nervous giggle escaping her lips. "Lay down." He said his baritone voice forceful. He swatted her playfully on the ass as she crawled passed him. Emily positioned herself in the center of the bed and gazed expectantly up at him. She flushed as his eyes scanned up and down her naked body. "What are you going to do to me?" "Shhhhh." He hissed, positioning himself over her on his hands and knees, his erection bumped against her stomach as he leaned down and lightly brushed his lips across hers. She moaned low in her throat as he worked his way down to suck gently on the sensitive area of her neck and shoulders. Sitting back on his heels, he carefully fished an ice cube out of the glass. "Oh God Aaron." She cried out, arching her back as he carefully slid the piece of ice around her aureola, her nipple hardening painfully at the cold. Her head thrashed to the side as the cold was replaced with the heat of his mouth, his tongue flicking and twirling around the hard sensitive nub. Emily hands fisted into the sheets as he slowly explored her torso, ice followed by heat. He slowly traced down between her breasts, over her stomach to her belly button. The burning cold of the ice followed by the wet heat of his tongue. Her eyes were glazed as she watched him positioned himself between her legs and take another ice cube from the glass. "Uhhhhh." She cried out, her head and shoulders rising off the bed as he rubbed the ice across her lower lips. Spreading her legs wider, she moaned loudly as he slid the ice across her clit. She cried out incoherently as his hot tongue replaced the cold, flicking and carefully massaging her clit. Slowly and methodically he continued the intense torture to her clit, alternating between heat and cold until she was panting and writhing on the bed. He tossed the glass of ice to the floor and grabbed her hips with both hand, pulling her deeper into his mouth, while at the same time stilling the unconscious movements of her hips. Her hands fisted into his thick hair as she grasped the sides of his head. She cried out loudly as her whole body convulsed and shook with the force of her orgasm. Kissing her softly between her legs, he gently licked her clit as she rode out the waves of her orgasm. "Stop." She gasped breathlessly; pushing at his head as the last brush of his tongue across her now overly sensitive clit caused her to jerk violently. He chuckled softly and rested his head on her thighs, feeling the twitching of her muscles as she slowly came down from her climax. "I don't think I can move." She groaned, running her fingers languidly through his thick hair.
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