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Acid and Baby Oil	By : tbird1965 Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 11269 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Acid and Baby Oil
- 1
I felt the need to use a line from an old Thomas Gibson movie, Love and Human Remains. I saw the clip on YouTube the other day and I thought "Hey, that's a great line. I wanna use it in a CM story. So I did.
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They approached the house carefully. They knew the unsub had been there, but they didn't know if he was still there. And there was no guessing as to the surprises he might have left behind for the team. Hotch stood back, his Glock 17 at the ready, while Derek kicked in the door. Jumping ahead of Morgan, with Prentiss close behind him, Hotch took the left, while Prentiss took the right. "Clear." They both called after a check of the room. Morgan and Reid followed behind them. Morgan quickly checked the kitchen and called "Clear."
Glancing about the living room, Hotch's eyes fell to a stain on the sofa. Motioning his gun at Reid, he indicated that the young scientist should investigate. Bending over, Reid tentatively sniffed at the stain. Reaching out he lightly scratched at it with his fingernail. Hotch looked at him, not speaking.
"It seems to be either Pizza or Vaseline." Reid explained.
Hotch tilted his head curiously. He motioned for Morgan and Reid to check the rest of the house and indicated for Prentiss to follow him.
With Prentiss close on his heels, Hotch approached the door to the Master bedroom Suite. It was half open. Glancing at Prentiss, she knew to stay close to him, covering his back.
Hotch used his shoulder to push open the door. It happened in an instance. Hotch jumped and reached for Prentiss as silvery powder floated from the top of the door coating his back, outstretched arms, hands and legs. He watched in horror as his shirt sleeves began to smoke and tiny holes in the fabric appeared. Glancing frantically at Prentiss, he saw the front of her shirt and pants were covered and smoking in a similar fashion.
Moving quickly, Hotch grabbed the female agent and shoved her in the master bathroom. He tried to rub the powder off his hand, but when he touched it, his hands begin to turn red and burn. Reaching quickly into his pockets, he emptied them of their contents, tossing items on the counter. Prentiss followed suit.
"Reid" he bellowed. He glanced quickly up at Prentiss, her eyes were nearing panic mode. She reached a hand to brush the powder off her quickly disintegrating shirt. "No." Hotch yelled. "Don't touch it." Leaning out the door he bellowed for Reid again.
Reid rushed into the bedroom and then to the bathroom door. His eyes were wide with fright as he stared at Hotch and Emily, their clothes smoking.
"Reid." Hotch said, struggling to keep his voice calm. "What should we do? Should we try to rinse it off in the shower?" he asked slowly.
"No!" Reid said, shaking his hand. "This type of acid powder will react in the water and become more potent. Water will only make it burn your clothes and skin faster."
"Okay." Hotch said with exaggerated calmness. "What then?"
"We need something oil or lanolin based." Reid said, looking around. "Search under the counter for baby oil or Vaseline."
Hotch moved passed Emily and checked under the sink. There was nothing. He glanced frantically at the door. Reid came into sight holding a large bottle of baby oil.
"Toss it to me, Reid." Hotch held his hands out and caught the bottle easily. He set it on the counter.
"Now what, Reid?" He demanded.
Reid stared at them both, his eyes wild. "You need to get completely undressed and coat yourself with the baby oil."
"How Reid?" Hotch yelled. "When I touch my clothes my hands starts to burn?"
"Cover your hands first." Reid suggested.
"Okay and then what?" Hotch asked, his face tense.
"It will need to stay on your skin for at least an hour before you try to wash it off. After an hour you should be okay to shower." Reid bowed his head and stared at the floor.
Hotch glanced around the bathroom, his eyes met Emily's. She looked horrified.
"What about towels, Reid." Hotch hissed. "Can we cover up in towels?"
Reid shook his head. "You should let the oil absorb naturally." he said quietly. "You should be okay to sit down after 10 or 15 minutes." he added quickly.
"Fine." Hotch grunted. He reached for the oil and began coating his hands. "Get out, Reid." His dark eyes looked dangerous.
"But, Hotch…' Reid started to protest.
Hotch raised his eyes, anger flashed in them. Growling he said slowly. "Get. Out. Reid."
"Okay." Reid murmured. "But you have to take everything off Hotch. I mean everything."
"I have it." Hotch growled. "Get everyone out and stay out. For at least an hour and a half. Set someone to guard the door to the house. Go to the hotel and get my and Agent Prentiss' go bags. "NOW!" he roared, slamming the door in Reid's face.
Wheeling around he looked at Prentiss. She was frozen in place her arms outstretched. Fear etched on her face.
'Oh God.' Hotch's mind screamed even as he hand reached for the bottle of baby oil. Random words pulsated through his brain 'Naked. Prentiss. Me. Naked. Oiled skin. Naked. Breasts. Emily. Naked.' His mind was in lock down as he rubbed oil on his hands. Reaching up he yanked his tie off violently. He reached for the buttons on his shirt. "Fuck!" he bellowed, causing Emily to jump. He grabbed both side of his shirt, growling like an animal he pulled, buttons flew around the room. He struggled out of his shirt and t-shirt, tossing them aside. He was panting and bare chested. Reaching down he tried to grasp his belt, the slippery leather slid out of his fingers.
"Prentiss." He called. "Prentiss!"
Emily was frozen in shock. Her mind too was a jumble. 'Naked. With Hotch. Completely naked. With Hotch.' The man she desired more then life itself.
She snapped out of her mind, when Hotch's oiled hands touched her. "You have to snap out of it." he said firmly, "You have to help me. I can't get my belt undone." He coated her fingers with the baby oil. Reaching up, he grabbed her shirt and ripped it open quickly, revealing a black, lace bra.
Prentiss' eyes flew open when he had ripped her shirt. She quickly shrugged out of the smoldering material. Bending down, she reached for his belt. Tugging carefully on it, she was able to get it undone, reaching with both hands she unhooked the two sides of Hotch's pants.
Staring down at her, Hotch felt the first stirrings of his cock. 'No!' His mind screamed. 'Don't let this happen.' But as he watched Prentiss remove her bra, he was powerless to stop the physical reactions of his body. His cock was suddenly rock hard. 'No!' his mind screamed as he turned around tugging down his pants and boxers with one swift motion. Kicking off his shoes, he took his socks off along with the rest of his clothes. Panting, he stood there naked, his cock pointing straight out. Very large. And very, very hard.
"Hotch." he heard Prentiss speak behind him, "I can't, I can't, my pants." she said, her voice quavering.
Hotch spun around quickly, and stared at her, his eyes wild. She was frantically pulling at the small button on her pants. Glancing at him, her eyes immediately went and fixated on his straining cock.
"Eyes up, Prentiss." he growled as he stepped closer, grasping the side of her pants roughly, he pulled hard, breaking both the button and the zipper. Pulling down, he squatted and ripped off both her pants and her underwear in one swift gesture. Glancing up he discovered he was eye level to the beautiful dark, neatly trimmed hair covering her mound. He stood up swiftly.
"Stop staring at me, Prentiss and move." he bellowed, squirting baby oil all over her body and turning it on himself. He turned around when he saw her start to massage the oil into her breasts and stomach.
Hotch tried not to moan as he begin to rub the oil over his chest, arms and stomach. When he reached down to rub oil on his stiff, throbbing cock, it was all he could do not to stop and keep rubbing. His erection was painful. He bent over and rubbed oil into his legs and feet. Standing back up he couldn't resist one more pass over his throbbing cock. He jumped perceptibly when small hands touched his back.
"What are you doing, Prentiss? He gasped, his voice husky.
"You can't reach your own back, Hotch." she said softly, rubbing the oil into his shoulders and back. He grunted, but was unable to tell her to stop when she rubbed the oil onto his ass cheeks.
"What are you doing?" he asked, as her fingers slid into the crack of his ass, causing his cock to twitch.
"Reid said everywhere." she murmured.
Clearing his throat, Hotch turned around and grabbed for the bottle of oil. Emily's eyes were again riveted to his straining cock. He followed her gaze downward. "Turn around." he growled.
Pouring oil on her back he begin to rub it in to her shoulders and her back.
"Do you want to talk about this?" she asked.
"Talk about what?" he grunted.
"You don't think there is something we need to talk about?" she asked, annoyance in her voice.
"No." he grunted as his hands slid down to her ass. He gently rubbed her cheeks and slid his oily fingers in and out of her crack.
Turning around she stared up at him. "You don't think that there is a huge issue," she cut her eyes to his cock an back up to his face, "between us that we need to discuss."
"No. I don't." Hotch said gruffly, holding the bottle of oil over her head and squeezing.
"What the fuck, Hotch?" Emily cried as oil seeped down her face.
Hotch flashed his dimples briefly, then returned to his no nonsense countenance. "Reid said everywhere. That's hair too." he reached up and begin to comb the oil through her hair with his fingers.
Glaring at him, Emily took the bottle and poured a generous amount in her hands. Standing on tip toe she reached up and ran the oil through Hotch's black hair. In order to reach his head, she was now pressed against his cock, her breast rubbing his chest. His cock twitched involuntarily against her stomach. Hotch gasped, "I can do my own hair." he said, stepping away.
"Are you sure there is nothing you want to talk about?" Emily pressed. "Because there seems to be a rather large and hard problem in the room."
"I am not discussing my erection with you Prentiss." he groaned, running his oiled fingers through his hair. "This is so wrong." he muttered to himself.
"No Aaron." she hissed, glaring at him. "What is wrong is having horrible cloth and flesh eating powder dumped on you and then being told the only way to counteract it is to engage is a sexual act."
"We weren't told to engage in a sexual act." Hotch said, trying to regain control. "We were told to get completely naked and rub baby oil all over….." he faltered. "Okay. I see your point."
Emily stood naked before him, her fists on her hips, anger flashing in her eyes.
"This is ridiculous." She hissed. "In case you don't already know. I have a huge crush on you. And judging from your physical response." she stared pointedly at his dick. "You aren't completely uninterested in me. Now we are both adults. We are both single. We are naked and I don't know about you, but I'm so turned on I'm about to faint. The team is going to assume we got our freak on while we were naked and oily, so we might as well do what we are going to be accused of doing anyway." She stopped and stared up at him, breathing heavily.
Hotch stared at the ceiling and let out a deep breath. Stepping towards her he grabbed her hand and folded her fingers around the shaft of his cock.
"Should I take that as a 'Yes'?" she asked, gently stroking him.
"I can't argue with your logic and if you don't touch me, I think I'm going to explode." He leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips. "So. Yes." Hotch pulled her in tighter and ran his tongue against her lips, requesting permission to enter. Her lips parted and his tongue entered to softly rub against hers. They stood kissing, hands rubbing all over each other's oily bodies.
Panting they broke the kiss. Hotch ran his fingers through her oiled hair.
"This is not how I fantasized our first time together." Emily moaned, softly rubbing her hands on his chest and down his sides.
"So you didn't picture us all lubed up at a crime scene?" He asked, smiling down at her. "Imagine that. I'm kinda liking it myself. I've never done this baby oil thing before." He slid his hands up and over her breasts.
"Never?" she asked.
"Haley didn't really like to experiment." He said softly, leaning down he captured her lips again, his tongue running sensually against hers. She moaned loudly as his fingers slipped between her legs and gently rubbed her clit.
Breaking the kiss, Aaron glanced around the bathroom. "You know Emily?" he said, "we did luck out. We could be in a real shit hole. This place is pretty nice."
Emily opened her eyes and tried to focus beyond the pleasure between her legs to the room around her, she had to admit it, the bathroom was pretty posh.
Kissing her gently and removing his hand, Hotch got up and walked to a stack of thick white towels. Bringing them back he spread them out on the floor. Kneeling down, he reached up and pulled Emily down to kneel before him. He placed his hands on either side of her face and kissed her deeply. She returned his kiss passionately, running her fingers through his thick oiled hair. She gasped when his long fingers slipped between her legs and were massaging her clit again. Before long, Emily was panting and close to the edge of coming.
"Look at me, Emily." Aaron purred in her ear. "I want to watch you come."
Emily raised her head and placed her hands firmly on Aaron's strong shoulders. Holding onto him tightly, she stared into his chocolate brown eyes. He watched her carefully as his fingers rubbed across her sensitive nub.
Emily could feel her orgasm rising up from her toes and pounding over her body in waves of pleasure. She tightened her grip on his shoulders as she came.
Aaron watched her beautiful face. Her eyelids fluttered but she did not break eye contact with him. He felt her fingers grip painfully into his shoulders. Her mouth opened and she softly moaned "Oh." He captured her lips with his own, his tongue rubbing hers, while his fingers slowed on her clit. She moaned against his lips, before collapsing bonelessly in his arms.
As Emily slowly recovered, she began kissing him again, holding his face close to hers. Sliding her hands down his chest, she pinched his taught nipple briefly. Reaching down further, she grabbed his cock and begin pumping him.
"Oh." he moaned, kissing her hard, his tongue ramming into her mouth. Panting he hissed in her ear." I want to fuck you now, Emily. Can I? Can I fuck you?"
Smiling at him, Emily lowered herself until her hands were on the towel. On all fours she stared up at him and wiggled her ass.
Aaron's eyes widened. Moaning a little he positioned himself behind her. "Oh my God, Emily. I've wanted to do this since the first time I laid eyes on you." Grasping his cock in his hands, he slowly eased it into her opening. Despite all of the lubrication, she was still incredibly tight. He let out the breath he was holding as he slide all the way in, his balls touching her ass.
Emily moaned deeply and lowered her head.
"Are you okay?" he asked with concern.
"I'm better then okay," she said shakily. "You feel amazing. Fuck me dammit." she moaned.
Aaron slid his hands across her back and down to her ass. Griping her hips he began to move in and out slowly. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the beautiful expanse of back laid out before him. He could never remember a women looking more sexy.
Despite his size, and her tight pussy, the baby oil prevented him from getting any friction. Grunting, he quickly spit on his hand. Pulling out, he rubbed his cock quickly with his fist. Grabbing her hips again, he rammed back into her, thrusting his hips fast and hard.
Emily took each thrust with abandon, thrusting back against him, loving the feel of his balls slapping against his ass. Aaron was sweating, he felt like he'd been fucking her for an eternity. It felt so amazing, but he was no closer to coming. Moaning brutally he grunted and increased his speed even more.
Emily both shocked and frightened him when she suddenly arched her back and screamed. The muscles in her pussy clamped down painfully on his cock. He thrust into her roughly. Aaron moaned as he felt his orgasm form in the pit of his stomach. His balls tightened and a powerful orgasm swept over his body. His hips thrust frantically as he emptied into her, his fingers digging into her hips.
They both held their positions for a moment, each panting heavily. Emily's arms and legs begin to tremble and she collapsed face down on the towel.
"Oh my God." Aaron moaned breathlessly. He was still panting when his cell phone rang. Reaching over he punched the button. "What?" he barked.
"Uhmm. Are you okay. We thought we heard a scream." Reid's voice came nervously through the phone.
"Emily stubbed her toe." Hotch said, still panting.
There was a long pause before Reid spoke again. "As long as you aren't experiencing any burning or redness, you should be ready to get in the shower."
"No burning or redness here." Emily mumbled into the towel.
"Do you have our go bags?" Hotch asked.
Yes. They are right here." Reid answered.
"Bring them in and set them outside the bathroom door. It's going to take us a while to wash this crap off."
"Yes Sir." Reid responded over the phone.
Aaron stood up and pulled Emily to her feet. Opening the shower door, he begin to turn the water on. He adjusted the water as hot as they could stand and they both stepped into the shower.
Leaning her oily hair under the shower spray, Emily moaned. "It's going to take me forever to get this shit out of my hair." She held out her hands and Aaron poured a generous amount of shampoo into them. After Emily had washed and rinsed her hair five times, three for Hotch, they moved on to their bodies. Hotch created a lather with his hands and begin to gently wash Emily's neck, chest and breasts. Emily took the soap and begin to wash him. Looking gently at each other, they slowly rubbed everywhere with soap. Every now and again, Aaron would lean in and kiss her. Emily slid her hand down his stomach and was surprised to find his cock stiff and hard.
"Again?" she whispered. "I'm impressed."
He looked at her and shrugged his shoulders.
Emily continued to rub her soapy hand up and down his stiff cock, squeezing the tip hard when she reached the end. Aaron closed his eyes and leaned his head back. "That feels so good." he moaned.
Emily continued to stroke him until he was panting and moaning. Staring into his eyes she watched his face as he came, his cock twitching and emptying hot come into her hand.
Aaron grabbed her around the neck and hugged her tightly. "Can I come to your room tonight?" he whispered shyly in her ear.
"Of course you can." she answered, kissing him deeply.
They held each other and washed a little more until they were sure the baby oil was gone. Stepping out of the shower, Emily wrapped herself in a towel while Hotch grabbed their go bags.
Emily pulled out a hair brush and quickly and efficiently had her hair tied back in a long pony tail. She watched fascinated as Hotch brushed his hair, ending with a flick of his wrist that brought a lock of hair rakishly over his forehead.
"I've always wondered how you get your hair like that." she said.
"Well now you know." He said with a wink.
Aaron and Emily quickly dressed, pulling on jeans and t-shirts. When the were done, Aaron took a quick glance in the mirror and ran his fingers through his hair, tousling it just so. He turned and wrapped Emily in his arms, kissing her passionately. "I'm so glad it was you behind me and not Reid." he whispered in her ear.
Snatching up his go bag he turned and held the door open for her. "Play times over Agent Prentiss. Time to go catch the bad guys."
"Yes Sir." Emily responded, following him out of the bathroom.
Reid circled around them like a nervous puppy when they exited the house. Hotch strode purposefully to the Yukon. Opening the door, he tossed his bag in and quickly swung himself into the driver's seat.
"Hotch?" Reid asked nervously, "How does your skin feel?"
"Softer then a baby's butt." Hotch said as he flipped on his sunglasses and fired up the Yukon. "Now does anyone want to fill us in on the unsub?"
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