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Title: The Fulcrum
Author: gaiajanvier
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 6 : Hotch makes his claim
Muse Music: Your Eyes-Peter Gabriel

“What the hell am I doing?” Garcia asked the mirror as she got ready for bed. Alone, thank god.

The past week had been seriously disturbing. A month ago, she had accepted an offer to become an assistant to Hotch and Rossi. Things had started well, if a little flirtatiously. Then, in the past six days, things had changed dramatically.

She brushed her teeth and climbed into bed, wincing as she tried to get comfortable. She would have to end this thing she had going. Her bosses had moved into totally inappropriate places in her life. She had to reclaim her life; get away from their lustful eyes and clever hands. Turning off the light, she stared at the ceiling, trying to think.

She was still trying to wrap her mind around the idea that stoic, alpha-male Aaron Hotchner had gone down on her on a park bench in the middle of nowhere at a busy truck stop on the way back from a seminar. Not only had he done it, she had reciprocated the favor, sucking him off like she was some randy high school kid. She didn’t mind the actual act-Kevin had wanted her do it quite often, actually. It was that she shouldn’t be doing it with THIS man. They weren’t dating, and she had no expectations that they would. It had been sex, well kind of. No emotions, just fucking.

Then, as if she hadn’t actually gone far enough with one boss, she went and actually had sex with Rossi. Not kind of sex, but the whole penetration shebang. She had actually enjoyed it, and had felt desirable as the man lavished attention on her body. She had orgasmed, actually she had come like an earthquake. That was unexpected; her self administered orgasms with her tiny vibrator had never been that exciting. She blushed as she remembered how Rossi had taken the lipstick shaped vibe Prentiss had given her and used it liberally until she was a quivering mass.

Dear god, she had used sex toys with her boss. She could feel herself blush in the darkness. It had been fun, and her inner thighs were still deliciously sensitive from being scraped with Rossi’s beard. She slid a hand gently over the delicate skin. For a split second, she wished Hotch still had his beard from his time in the military. NO! She was not going to have sex of any sort, ever again. With either of them. There, that was a plan.

She tried to ignore the tiny voice in the back of her mind that had pointed out that she was a single woman and at perfect liberty to have sex if she wanted. Men had sex with more than woman, she head heard about Derek keeping three women on a kind of rotation before. No one thought any less of him. Of course, he was a man.

Still, no one had thought less of Prentiss that she could tell, and she had been pretty up front about what she had done, even the threesome with Morgan and Reid. Garcia tried not to sigh. A threesome with Rossi and Hotch would probably tear her apart. Rossi had remarkable stamina, and she was sure that Hotch would be just as assertive in fucking as he was in everything else he did.

She wanted both of them. She didn’t want either of them. She wasn’t sure what she wanted, but for one brief moment she relished in the idea of being desired by both of them. It was as though some sort of goddess was uncurling herself from a deep sleep inside her and was demanding attention. The goddess was very much in favor of fucking them both: independently, together, however she could get them.

Garcia told her inner goddess to shut up. Firstly, she couldn’t imagine satisfying two men-one at a time or together. She and Kevin had mostly had sex one or two nights a week, and she had been satisfied. There was no way either of the current men in her life would be happy with that.

She would have to tell them both about the other. That was sure to be a nightmare. She was caught between two alpha males, and she wasn’t entirely sure that they would share, even if she was willing to do that. Because she wasn’t willing to do that. Right?

Prentiss’ mention of “oh”, as Garcia had called it terrified her. Okay, anal sex. She couldn’t imagine how that could possibly be fun. Not in a million years did she think she could enjoy that. Prentiss liked it, and JJ mentioned that she had done it before and still did when she had her period and was grossed out about having regular sex with Will. Still…no.

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A knock at the door startled her and she climbed out of bed to investigate. Who in the world would be coming to her door at this hour. Granted it was a Saturday, but still. Turning on the porch light, she looked through the peephole and sighed. Hotch. And he didn’t look happy.

She opened the door, and before she could say anything, he had pushed past her and into the apartment. Reaching to turn on a side lamp, he watched as she closed and locked the door. As she turned to ask him what in the hell he was doing here, Hotch pushed her none to gently against the door and kissed her.

This kiss was hard and angry, his mouth claiming and dominating her. She struggled to calm him, running her hands up and down his rigid biceps. He growled and ended the kiss, pressing his forehead against her until his breathing slowed and he seemed to gain some sort of control. She could feel him, hard against her. Her heart started to speed up.

“You’ll never believe who I just got off the phone with.”

She closed her eyes in defeat.   “Rossi.”

He snarled, and she felt her heart start to pound. This was the Aaron Hotchner she sensed was underneath the suits and the image.   This was the darkness that tragedy and danger had shaped inside a man who needed to have control.

“Yes, Rossi. We were talking about our schedules, and he casually mentioned that you had been over to …sunbathe.” He said it as though she had come over to clean Mudgie’s kennel. “Then, he equally casually mentions that you have the most glorious tits he has ever seen. I suppose I must have said something, because he added: ‘And the tightest cunt I have ever had the privilege of fucking.’

“So, I thought to myself about the drive home from the seminar. When I wanted to fuck you, you told me you wouldn’t. Which I accepted without question, because you have the right to say no. But then I find out that you’ve been riding Rossi’s cock all afternoon, ignoring my text messages and leaving me to wonder the most horrible things.”

Garcia tried to find her voice. “Hotch, I didn’t mean to offend you. It was just all so sudden, and we were in a parking lot. I’d never even considered a relationship like you’d waned and I had to gather my thoughts.” She felt him calm somewhat. Clearly, he hadn’t thought of that.

“So it wasn’t sex with me specifically, it was the circumstances…” he said thoughtfully. He rolled his hips toward her and she felt his hard length press between her thighs. She could feel her inner goddess jump up and down, and she suddenly felt very certain that despite her previous plan she would in fact be having sex with Aaron Hotchner. She nodded, trying to placate him.

“Penelope, we need to set down some rules. Then I will take you in the bedroom and fuck you until you pass out. Do you understand?” She nodded again, ignoring the cheering coming from somewhere inside her mind.

“First, I don’t care if you fuck David Rossi. We have shared women on occasion, discreetly, and it worked out well. He’s a greedy bastard, but if he treats you well, I’m okay with it. Just know that when I need you, you’d better be ready. I can take you beyond your wildest dreams, but I will not be pushed aside. I know you have relatively little experience with men, so this may take some getting used to. Is that acceptable to you?” She gulped. Oh shit, this really was happening.

“Second, if I want to fuck you, I will, regardless of where and when, unless you have your period or are physically ill. I won’t interfere with your work, but if I want to bend you over the dresser when we are in a hotel on the road, I’ll do it. You can always say no, of course. But if you do, I will find someone else to fuck. Do you understand?” She shook her head. “What do you not understand? You will be fucking Rossi as well. If you can’t manage me, then I reserve the right to find someone who can.” She sighed and nodded. “Of course, if you want to fuck me at any time, as long as I am not working I’ll do it. Don’t shake your head”, he teased. “Once you get used to frequent, satisfying sex you will want it more and more. It can become addictive.” He kissed her deeply and she started to feel the thrumming of arousal.

“Third, I want to be the one to claim your ass.” He moved a hand and caressed the area in question. “It won’t be immediately of course, you’ll need some training. Some of my fondest memories are of sharing women with Rossi is when I’ve had my cock in their ass and he fucked their cunt raw. You’ll love it, and by the time we get to the sharing stage, you won’t care about all the trivial little worries you have running through your mind now.”

“Sharing?” She squeaked. Surely, she must have misheard. That was worse than the butt thing.

“Oh yes, Penelope. I like watching, knowing that as the anticipation builds until I can’t stand it anymore, I get to slide inside you, all warm and welcoming.”

“I’m not sure about the whole butt thing.” She admitted, and watched him fight a smile.

“You will love it, and we’ll do it slowly. If you are ever really uncomfortable, we’ll stop. I think you’ll love it though. The orgasms can be really intense.”

She reached up and ran her hands down his chest, feeling his heart pound. “Who are you, and where’s the Aaron Hotchner I’ve known for seven years?” She knew the answer, of course. The Aaron Hotchner she knew had died on the floor of his house moments after his late wife was murdered. This new incarnation was more devious and far darker than she was willing to admit. He grinned and kissed her.

That was the last bit of talking they did for quite a while.

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Hotch was as aggressive as she imagined. He had stripped her, throwing her clothes everywhere. His own clothes seemed to vanish. He propped her on her hands and knees and licked her with long strokes, his fingers spreading her until he found her clit. She found herself getting wetter as he lavished attention on it, until she moaned and bit her pillow to keep herself from screaming.

He sheathed himself inside her without warning and with two firm strokes, causing her to yip in surprise. He was built differently from Rossi and her lady bits had already been a bit sore, so an exquisite pain started to wind its way up inside her as he kept up a demanding pace. She had always found this position rather demeaning, but after a few minutes, she was rolling her hips and moving back to meet his thrusts.   She could feel her juices running down her leg as her body showed her how much it loved the friction. She could feel him deeper with every stroke and she was practically mindless with need.

He started moving her back toward the end of the bed, trying not to throw off the rhythm. When she felt him standing, he slid out of her.

What the fuck? She turned to look at him and her rolled her so her pelvis was almost off the bed and she was on her back.

“Guide me in, and wrap your legs around me.” He hissed. She reached for his cock, shoving it back inside her rather roughly.   He laughed. “My needy woman. So greedy.” He started to move, but apparently wasn’t satisfied, so he unwrapped her legs and bent over slightly, her feet on his shoulders. He seemed to like this better, and she cried out silently as she felt the new angle, and the benefit of her clit in better reach for him. “Look at me.” He demanded and her eyes opened as she tumbled into orgasm. Just as she was swimming back to sanity, she felt him stiffen and warm fluid bathe her and drip out as he came.

She saw pure bliss on his face as he climbed into bed with her, pulling her up to the top with him. “Christ, Penelope. I’ve never felt a woman come as hard as you do. That was amazing.” Leaning forward, he kissed her and then moved slowly down to her breasts, his teeth scraping and biting as he went. She was sure she was going to have serious love bites the next day. Finding her nipples, he suckled them as though nursing.

“You really do have glorious tits. Rossi was right,” he mumbled as he nipped and sucked. She hated to break the moment, but her thoughts were starting to return.

“You know, you never asked me if I wanted this, this thing with you and Rossi. You gave me all your rules, but never asked me about mine.” Hotch stilled for a moment, then looked up.

“You’re absolutely right. That was pretty thoughtless of me.” He lay on the pillow, watching her carefully, with a look of uncertainty. This was the Hotch she knew so well, not the primitive creature that had pounded into her with such strength. This was the Hotch she could reason with. Well, maybe.

“Are you speaking for Rossi as well?” She asked. He nodded.

“He should be coming by tomorrow. I think he wants to talk to you.”

She groaned. “Hotch…”

“Aaron,” he corrected. When we are together like this, we are equals. There is no Hotch or Garcia or Rossi. I don’t want you to feel like a slave.”

“Fine. Aaron, I have a life outside the BAU, and as much as I’d like to do this for hours every day, I’m not sure my body could handle it. Tomorrow, I’m going to brunch with JJ, and I need some girl time. Neither you nor Rossi can just show up whenever you feel like it. I may be shopping, or hanging out with friends. I don’t want to feel as though you may show up unannounced, wanting a quickie.”

He grinned at the idea. “So, we need to be respectful of your time. That seems reasonable. I take it you want this arrangement to be rather private.”

“Yes, that’s another thing. Obviously, you and Ros… David have the kind of friendship where you talk about this, but I don’t want it getting around. I don’t want anyone thinking I got my job because of some skills.”

“You didn’t get the job because we both wanted you, although of course we did. You got it because you were the best fit. All of this is a bonus.” He seemed to want to make sure she understood that.

“That’s good to know. But here’s the big thing, Aaron. If I can’t handle this whole… thing, I need to know you’ll both respect my decision if I need to take a break, or even end it. I am way out of my comfort zone right now, and you are both pretty intense.”

He frowned. “I see your point. Do you think I’m too intense?” He sounded unsure.

“Aaron, I have had more sex in the past 24 hours than I have had in the past four months. I am insanely sore, although believe me, I enjoyed it. It’s just that my body isn’t used to this, and my mind is still trying to wrap itself around everything. I’m very glad you came over, but I was in bed. You just need to respect my boundaries.”

She watched him sit up, and face away from her. “So, do you want me to leave?” His voice gave nothing away.

“No! I mean, unless you want to. I just want to do things besides this when we are together as well. You’ve always been my friend, Aaron. I don’t want to lose that.”

He nodded, and got back into bed. He pulled her close and she snuggled in to him. She felt him kiss the top of her head gently, just as sleep claimed her.

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Garcia was looking at the menu, and tried to ignore JJ’s suspicious glares as she tried to figure out what to eat. She was famished, and suspected that if nothing else, she would be getting plenty of exercise on this plan.

Hotch had been wonderful when she had woken up. He had made coffee for her and showered, putting his towel in the hamper. They had talked about getting together Tuesday evening to make dinner with Jack. As they left, Aaron to go see Rossi and Garcia to brunch with JJ, he had held her car door open and knelt to kiss her before he left. She had felt like the world was starting to right itself again. Someone kicked her under the table and looked up. The waiter was looking at her expectantly.

“I’m so sorry; I was woolgathering.” She ordered a veggie omelet with fruit and handed her menu over.

“Garcia, you have been distracted since you got here. What’s going on?” Garcia was glad that Will and Henry had decided to go to mass this morning, and then home for a nap instead of brunch. JJ was on get-the-facts mode, and there was no stopping her.

“I don’t know what you mean. Nothing is going on. Well, other than work, but you know about that.”

“Spill, Garcie! You look like you can barely walk, and your neck has marks on it that looks like bites.” JJ looked both excited, and kind of shocked.

“Nothing happened. I just pulled a muscle when I was moving the couch out to clean behind it.” JJ clearly didn’t believe her, but let the subject drop.

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Rossi was smiling when she showed up at his house, planner in hand. He kissed her cheek gently, then moved in for a deeper one as the door closed. He seemed relaxed and calm, which was a relief. She had seen an agitated Rossi before, and hadn’t been looking forward to it.

They sat in the back patio and went over the weekly meeting schedule. Rossi didn’t have much on the planner, as he was going on a mini book tour later in the summer. Garcia would of course be going with him, and she wondered how Hotch would handle it. She winced at the thought, a stab of pain going through her.

“Kitten, that’s enough for now. Let’s get you in the tub so you can relax your muscles.” He stood and held out his hand, waiting for her to take it and follow him. He led her to the large bathroom, and started running the water. He reached over and dumped some bath salts in.

She undressed and gratefully sunk under the water. Once she was surrounded by warmth and suspended in the warm water, she felt herself relax. She was floating, and even sound was blocked out in the warm, fragrant water. Her problems were getting lighter, as she luxuriated in the warmth and the glow of the candles. Garcia didn’t even notice she was falling asleep.

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When she awoke, she was lying on a huge bed under a puffy white duvet. Rolling over, she looked around to see Rossi sitting in a chair, reading. He seemed to sense when she was awake, because he grinned.

“I am happy to report that you don’t snore.” His smile widened as she blushed.

Rossi… I mean David, I am so sorry. I absolutely did not mean to fall asleep. She threw the duvet back and made to get up. He was on his feet immediately to stop her.

“Kitten, you were exhausted. Your body needs time to heal and make sense of things. You have to admit, it’s been an eventful weekend. I did want to talk to you about what Aaron told you last night. I am not a kiss and tell sort of man, but I was so relaxed and happy that it just slipped out. I suppose I am partly to blame for last night’s events.”

“No, last night was fine. I’m just not used to so much action in such a short period of time.” She tried to tease him, but he was still quite serious.

“I can see the bites and scratches on your skin. He was rough with you, I think because I angered him. I’m sorry for that.” He seemed regretful, so unlike the self-assured man she knew. At that moment, she knew what he needed, and despite everything, she found she needed to connect to him too.

“I like your beard. My inner thighs are so sensitive from your cheeks.” She slid her hand down between her legs as she caught his attention. She saw him shift in his chair. She crawled out of the bed, trying to make it look sexy and not as awkward as she felt. As she walked toward him, she let the towel drop and smiled at his expression.

“Kitten, you are not healed enough for anything…” he stopped as she reached out and unbuckled his belt. She could feel him through his jeans and she knelt before him and helped him out of the offending item. The boxers came next, and then she was treated with the erect member she had praised so much the day before. Clearly, he was perfectly ready for anything she wanted to do. She heard him mutter something. He raised his head and repeated it. She hurried off to go get what he had requested, trying not to lose her nerve now that she was walking through a strange house naked. Finding her purse, she carried it back to the master bedroom. Rossi was gently stroking himself, his eyes hooded. She pulled out two tubes.

“Pink or red?” she asked and at his direction, painted her lips with a thick coat of the fuschia pink he had indicated. She reached out and took over stroking his erect member and raised her head to rub her cheek against his beard.

“The advert says it won’t rub off. Let’s see if that is false advertising.”

Rossi agreed. After all, he had always been a fan of thorough testing.

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They had moved to the bed almost immediately, and Rossi was watching as the woman he was quickly becoming very fond of licked him from root to tip before looking at him as she sucked the tip into her mouth. Christ, she was killing him. He watched her fuschia lips slide up and down him, a flash of pink tongue swiping the underside of the tip as she stared at him, her full lips widening into a smile. What he wanted to do was fuck her mouth, see how well she could deep-throat as she devoured him. His previous insecurity was fading fast. This woman wanted to please him, wanted him to tell her what to do.

“Suck my balls,’ he growled and practically cried out as she mouthed his sac, rolling each in that warm wet mouth of hers. As she released them, he slid his fingers into her hair. “Now take me in, as much as you can. Relax your throat, that’s it Kitten. Take it all.” She didn’t manage it all, but did pretty well, considering. “Now alternate between that and what you were doing before. Keep your throat relaxed.” She followed his instructions, and he was quickly approaching the point of no return.
“Now I’m going to move, Kitten. Just relax your throat and I’ll do all the work.” He sat up on his knees and very gradually slid in and out of her mouth. She wasn’t gagging, so he slipped in a little more. It would take time, but eventually she would take a mouth fuck like second nature. He wanted to be inside her pussy so badly, but she was sore and achy-damn that fucking Aaron. He hadn’t realized he had sped up until he heard her gag. He stopped immediately. “I’m sorry, kitten. You’re like a drug. I totally forget myself when I’m with you.”

Clearly, that was the right thing to say, because she looked up at him with those huge doe eyes. “I didn’t mind.” She went back to work, fisting his cock as she sucked, looking at him for approval. Christ, the woman was a natural at this. Why in the hell had he waited so long? “I’m going to come, kitten. If you don’t want to swallow, you need to stop, now.” She kept going, her hot pink lips sucking and releasing in a fast hard rhythm. He grabbed her head, held it steady and with two thrusts was spurting his seed into her eager mouth. She was trying to swallow, but some ran down her chin and onto her full pale breasts. He had to fuck her; he just had to. He grinned as she wiped at her mouth. Maybe if he could get her well relaxed, she would be willing to take him into her. “You are amazing, kitten.”
She grinned and wiped the spare semen from her breasts up and put it in her mouth. Oh, Christ. She must know what that does to a man. She leaned back against the pillows.

“Do you call me kitten because I have a pussy?” She grinned and blushed, obviously at her own daring at using the word and asking the question.

“Kitten, I call you that because I love to stroke your pussy. And lick it, and bury myself in it. Your pussy is one of my favorite things.” He watched as she spread her legs to reveal the small strip of hair on her bare mons and he grinned at her silent invitation.

“Why thank you, kitten. I do think I will play with your pussy. Since it obviously misses me so much.” She giggled and he moved in, kissing up her leg to the little bundle of nerves hidden inside her treasure.

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Penelope sighed as her lover (didn’t that sound daring? A lover. But that’s what he was really) licked and sucked her, his beard glistening with her juices as they flowed from her. She was so wet, and she wanted him to be inside her desperately. Maybe there was something wrong with her, to want this man so badly. Her inner goddess was furious. She wanted to feel this man fill her, feel his weight on her body and smell his scent on her skin. For the millionth time, she was grateful she had been taking Depo so she didn’t need to worry about pregnancy. Neither David nor Aaron even seemed to consider the need for birth control. Making up her mind, she pulled on his hair, so he raised his head.

“Fuck me”, she commanded, shocked at her own tone. He grinned and got up, moving off the bed and onto the loveseat. She followed, confused. He coaxed her into straddling him, rubbing his hardness against her slit.

“You are in control, Kitten. Ride me as fast or slow as you need to.” Suddenly, she felt absolutely fine, and decide that sliding up and down his cock was the best idea ever. She waited as he guided himself into her and leaned back on the couch. Tentatively, she lifted herself almost off him, then slid back down. Oh, wow. This was amazing. This was absolutely the best position ever. She set a rhythm, rolling her hips as Rossi guided them, sending frissons of pleasure through her. She moved faster, her juices lubricating her movements as she pistoned in and out of him. Suddenly, he started moving as well and they were slamming together, crying out as they made contact. He devoured her breasts as they bounced with abandon in front of him and she cried out, coaxing him to go faster, harder, give her more, more, more until she suddenly climaxed, screaming as she rocked him in and out of her. She was powerful, she was beautiful and she was drunk on the endorphins that raced through her veins. Rossi followed her over the prepice not long afterward, and slid his hands up and down her back as she caught her breath. She tried to keep moving, but Rossi was spent, and she moaned as his softening cock slid out of her. He chuckled at her distress.

“Woman, I’m only human. We can do this again tomorrow if you want, but it’s almost time for little kittens to go home so they can be rested and be ready for work and play tomorrow. You could stay here, but you have no clothes to wear. Unless your go bag is in your car.” She shook her head. “Then rest with me for a while before you go home.” She lay her head on his chest, listening to his heart beat as she once again fell asleep.

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