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Hotch's Inner Freak	By : tbird1965 Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 17044 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Hotch's Inner Freak
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
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They held each other for a long time, gently rubbing backs and stroking hair. They were interrupted by the shrill ringing of Aaron's cell phone. Emily rolled off the bed and tossed his pants to him on the way to the bathroom. He dug his phone out of his pocket.
"Hotchner."
"Oh hey, Derek. We're doing okay." he paused. "She's in the bathroom."
"16 hours now." he nodded, glancing down at his restful, flaccid penis. "Maybe a little, it's hard to say. Here's Emily". He watched as Emily walked from the bathroom, she had a bottle of green gel in her hand. Settling herself on the bed she took the phone from him.
"It's Derek. He wants to see for himself whether or not I've fucked you to death."
"Hey Derek." she said into the phone. "No. We're fine." she laughed. "Maybe a little, but it's okay. Okay. Okay. I will. Bye Derek." she laughed and handed the phone back to Aaron.
"He said we shouldn't do anything he wouldn't do."
Aaron chucked. "That leaves us pretty much wide open. What's that?" he asked, gesturing to bottle.
"Oh. Stretch out on your back." She shook the bottle and squeezed some gel in her hand. "It's medicated aloe. It might help with any soreness." She reached over and begin to gently massage the lotion onto his penis.
"That feels nice." he murmured, closing his eyes and enjoying the cooling lotion and her gentle hands.
Emily lay on her side, still holding his cock gently in her hand. Bye some miracle, he was still soft. Aaron turned and faced her, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. He closed his eyes.
"Aaron?"
"Hhm." he murmured, opening his eyes to look at her.
"What you said in your office? About walking around half hard all the time because of me?"
"Was the truth." he said, his face serious.
"So you've wanted me."
He nodded his head.
Still gently holding his cock, she asked. "For how long."
"A while."
She stared him, questioning him with her eyes.
"Since before my divorce." he admitted.
"And that makes you angry?"
"Yes." he nodded his head.
"And it made you angry at me?"
"Yes."
"Why?" she asked, her brows were furrowed.
Sighing heavily, "I'm your boss Emily. I shouldn't feel that way about you, so it frustrated me. I shouldn't be doing these things with my subordinate."
"There's no rule against it." she said stubbornly.
"No." he said slowly. "There is no FBI rule prohibiting relationships among agents, even in a supervisory, subordinate situation, but Strauss strongly discourages it and so do I."
"Why?" she persisted.
"It has the potential to make us weak as a unit, as a team."
"How?" she asked, even though she was pretty sure she already knew his answer.
"Emily. You saw what Foyet did to try and destroy my life. He didn't use my co workers, he used people I have strong emotional connections with to hurt me. These sick bastards we deal with can use our emotional ties as weapons against us."
"And what else Aaron?" she pressured. "What is the real reason that you don't want to say?"
"Are you profiling me Agent Prentiss?" he asked, his voice teasing.
"Maybe a little." she blushed, squeezing his cock gently.
"I'm a coward and a stubborn jack ass sometimes." he admitted truthfully. "I don't want to be hurt again." he said stroking her hair.
Emily nodded her head and kissed him softly.
"I'm starving. You?"
"Famished." he agreed. "I took the picnic basket down stairs and put everything in the refrigerator last night while you were sleeping."
"Think you can hold out while I cook us some eggs and bacon?" she asked, running her thumb over the tip of his semi hard cock.
"Maybe. Let's try." he said, rising out of the bed.
They went naked to the kitchen together. Opening a cabinet, Emily pulled out a white apron and tied it around her waist. Aaron sucked in a gasp of air. He could tell by the way she was casually moving around the kitchen she had no idea how painfully sexy she looked. Aaron leaned against the back of her couch and watched her gather eggs and place some turkey bacon in a pan. His left hand had moved to his now erect penis. He stroked it gently between his thumb and index finger. Emily began to beat the eggs vigorously in a mixing bowl.
"Turn around." he said, his voice husky.
She turned and smiled a sexy smile when she saw him stroking himself again. He moaned as he watched her breast jiggling in time to her stirring motions.
"Thought you said you'd be okay." she said watching him stroke himself.
"I was. Until you put that apron on." he smiled. "Keep cooking. I like watching you."
"I like watching you too." she said, glancing at his hand stroking his cock.
"It feels so good." he moaned, gently grazing his hand over his stiff cock.
Emily smiled. Turning around she placed the mixing bowl on the counter. Reaching for a fork she turned the bacon over in the pan. Turning around, she watched as he rubbed himself. He had lowered his right hand and was now gently kneading his balls. Grabbing some paper towels she removed the bacon and set it aside. Turning the burner off, she walked to Aaron. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she kissed him passionately.
"I can wait until after we eat, Em." he said.
"I can't." she groaned, glancing down at his hand on his cock.
"Horny slut." he chuckled. "Have you always been this horny, Agent?"
"Only when I'm around you, Sir." she said wrapping her arms around his head and kissing the side of his neck.
"Well bend over the couch you horny slut and I'll fuck you." he shivered as she nibbled on his neck.
She reached to untie the apron.
"Leave it on." he said, his voice low and sexy.
Emily smiled back and leaned over the back of the couch, her legs spread, her ass in the air. "Like this?" she asked innocently.
"Oh my God." he moaned. Still stroking his cock, he stepped behind her. Continuing the attention on his shaft, he moved close to her and let the tip of his penis tickle the lips of her pussy. He reached with his right hand and inserted his index finger into her opening.
"So wet." he moaned. Taking a step closer to her, he placed just the tip of his penis into her opening. Grasping his shaft he continued to torment and tease her opening. Pulling out, he ran his finger into her pussy and then all they way up to the puckered bud of her anus. She moaned as he ran his fingers around that opening. Emily gaped loudly as he pressed one of his long fingers into her anus. With his finger still in her ass, he slowly pushed his cock into her pussy.
"Uhhhh." Emily moaned at the feeling of pressure and fullness. Moving his hips, Aaron established a rhythm with both his finger and his cock. Before long they were both trembling and desperate to come. Maintaining his steady rhythm, Aaron pushed Emily over the edge. She came slowly, tightening around his cock and his finger. While she was still panting through her orgasm, he gently removed his finger. Grasping her by the waist, he begin to pump into her vigorously. As he came, he thrust himself into her as deep and hard as he could.
"Oh God Emily." he cried loudly as he came. Panting, he massaged the sides of her hips. "I feel faint." he muttered.
"You need to eat." she panted back.
Nodding his head, he pulled gently out of her. He followed her to the sink. They stood at the sink washing their hands.
"Em? Do you have towel?" he asked. "I feel weird sitting at the table, naked."
"Hall closet." she said, turning on the heat to the skillet and adding the eggs.
She smiled to herself when he returned with a white towel wrapped around his hips. He looked like a Greek God to her.
They sat at the table and ate scrambled eggs and turkey bacon voraciously. Conversation and table manners were forgotten in their hunger. When they had eaten their fill, Aaron leaned back in the chair and rubbed his stomach.
"I'm exhausted." he said. "What time is it?"
"4:00" she said, glancing at the clock.
"Almost to the half way point." he murmured to himself.
"How are you feeling?" she asked.
"Good." he said, carrying dishes to the sink. "I mean it always there, this 'need' I can't really describe. But it isn't as frantic as it was in the beginning. Right after I come, it's easier to ignore and there seem to be longer periods of time before it reaches the level where it's all consuming." Emily watched as he rinsed the dishes and placed them in the dish washer with the practiced ease of a well trained husband. When the kitchen was clean, he held out his hand to her.
"Come on. Let's try to get some sleep before….."
"The Beast Awakes?" Emily suggested.
Emily's eyes widened as Aaron Hotchner burst into high pitched hysterical laughter. She had never heard him laugh like that before and it both surprised and thrilled her.
"The Beast." he repeated giggling. Holding out his hand, he led her up the stairs and to her room. They crawled under the covers and kissed gently. Pushing her gently, Aaron giggled "Quit touching me, I want to sleep." They turned over and pressed their butts together. Peaceful, they drifted off to sleep.
Emily woke up to frantic kissing on her face and neck. Aaron was squeezing her breasts roughly, he was rubbing his painfully hard erection against her leg. Yanking her legs apart, he climb on top of her, she knew he was going to thrust into her. For the first time, she was frightened of him.
"Aaron" she yelled, calling his name sharply. He paused and looked at her, his eyes frantic with lust and need.
"Hotch." she said firmly. "I need lubrication. You don't want to hurt me. Without lubrication you'll hurt me." she pleaded, her voice frantic.
Grunting he snatched the bottle from the night table, she grabbed it from him and squeezed some onto her fingers. "Hang on Hotch." she whispered. "Just hang on." His body was shuddering with need above her. She rubbed her lubricated fingers over her folds and quickly inserted a finger, getting some of the gel inside of her. "Okay," she nodded and he rammed his cock into her violently. Emily grunted, she wasn't ready for his intensity.
Rising to his knees, she wrapped her legs around his waist. Pounding fiercely he stared down at her, his eyes dark and filled with angry lust. She closed her eyes against his dark visage. Holding on she prayed that he climaxed soon. He pounded at her lustfully, finally he groaned and arched his back, roaring he came explosively into her. She pushed him off of her and half walked, half ran to the bathroom.
Breathing heavily, Aaron stared at the closed door. He knew he had frightened her, he just prayed he hadn't hurt her. He wanted to call after her, but couldn't bring himself to do it. He had woken up with a painful erections, his mind so full of lust he couldn't think straight. All he could think of was burying his aching cock into her. Now, since his orgasm, he could think rationally again and what he was thinking was that he really had raped her this time.
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