This is from Growing Up BAU. As you can see, after chapter 36. This is Emily all stressed over Christmas and such, just in case you don't want to go back and figure out exactly where this falls in the whole scheme of things.

CHAPTER 36b

Touch to Distraction

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Emily allowed Aaron to lead her up the stairs, following him trying not to giggle. She felt like a teenager sneaking around as she all but hopped up the stairs behind her husband. She felt carefree, and all because he'd been able to bring out her Christmas spirit. Or at least that's what she told herself. And really, at the end of the day, what did it really matter?

He pulled her to him as they stepped through the bedroom door, kissing her soundly. She was grinning when he pulled away. It was then that she caught sight of the room around them. It smelled like pine and cinnamon, and she pulled away from him to take in the room. It had been two months ago that they'd ended up buying new bedsheets and blankets when Emily had been browsing for baby things and they hadn't gotten around to changing them. But it seemed like he'd been busy.

The dark burgundy comforter was illuminated by the soft glow of candles. She felt her hand slip out of his as she took in the room, mouth open in disbelief. "Aaron Hotchner, what have you done?"

He'd covered the room in cinnamon and pine candles, all of them lit on all of the flat surfaces of the room. The bed was turned down, the sheets and the blankets and the pillows all of the new things she'd picked out. One rose sat on the bedside table on what was her side. She walked over to it, picking it up and putting it to her nose. "Are you trying to seduce me?"

"Is it working?"

She stepped towards him, leaving the rose on the bed as she passed by. "Honey, you don't have to try." Her voice was low as she trailed her fingers up his chest, over the t-shirt he wore. "You in the office, you working a case, you with Jack, you singing awkwardly in the shower... You always turn me on."

"For a woman who didn't want to do this five minutes ago..."

She cut him off with a kiss that curled his toes. His hand immediately tunnelled into her hair, twining her curls around his fingers. His other hand slid up her side until it reached her shoulder. He broke away from her mouth, removing his hands completely off of her body. She blinked her eyes open, watching him as he slipped the shirt over her head. He knew she was almost embarrassed at the way she looked seven months pregnant. He still found her more beautiful every day as stupid and clichéd as it sounded.

Aaron lifted a finger, placing it against the strap of her bra, trailing it across her shoulder, and down her arm. Four of his fingers came up her side instead, slipping under her right breast until its weight sat in his hand. She was sensitive, full, preparing for the baby girl pressed between them. She let out a moan as he swiped his thumb over her nipple.

Emily's hands stayed at his hips, understanding that this was his game. She was just playing along. For now, she was content to let him have his fun. Her fingers clutched at him as his one had kept at her breast, kept at her nipple. His other hand didn't sit idle either. It followed the path of his first on the opposite side until the weight of both of her breasts were in his hands. Her head fell back, her fingers tightened.

"Aaron."

"Yes Emily?"

"You're playing."

He chuckled low in his throat. "You don't like my game? You're always in a hurry these days, Em. Its time to slow down." He dragged out his last two words at the same time his hands slipped down her sides again.

She didn't want to take her time. She wanted nothing more than to just have him. But she had promised herself to let him have his fun. But if his fun took too much longer she was going to take control of the show. His hands divested her of her bra, dropping the clothing on the floor with her shirt. Then he pulled his own shirt over his head, coming back to kiss her. Emily moaned, opening her mouth beneath her husbands, her body already tingling. Hypersensitivity was good to have with a man who loved to touch.

He took his time exploring her mouth, his tongue snaking in and out of the warm, moist cavern. His hands traced light patterns over her chest and baby bulge and she found herself trembling. He had that effect on her. She went for his pants, dealing swiftly with the fly and pushing them until they fell to the floor. She followed with her own, taking her panties down with them. She didn't mind taking her time, but if she was going to, she was going to do it naked.

Aaron gently pushed her backwards, walking them to the bed. She slid on first, making herself comfortable against the pillows. Sex had been difficult because of their baby, but never let it be said they weren't creative.

"Aaron," she began quietly, bypassing all of her usual teasing touches, her hand delving straight into the boxers he still wore. "I want you."

Her hand wrapped around him, stroking up and down, distracting him from his first mission. Emily had truly been a whirlwind with the upcoming holidays and he'd fully intended on taking his time. His wife, however, had other plans and he knew there was no way he was going to last if he continued to let her hand play. So he grasped her wrist, kissing her fingertips. "I thought we said slow."

"You said slow," she said, voice husky and sexy. "I said no."

He chuckled as she turned her back to him, moving to align his body to hers. He pulled her leg over his and allowed his hand to trace over her inner thigh. She pushed back against him, rubbing against his hard length. He stilled her with a warning hand on her hip at the same time he brushed his index finger against her wet folds. "I'm always up for compromising."

She couldn't form words. His hands made her body hum and this time was no different. He slid his fingers against her, slipping two into her heat and swiping his thumb across her bundle of nerves. She cried out softly, pushing into his hand. He twisted them in her, curling until he found the spot that made her buck back against him. Then he was withdrawing his fingers and she whimpered at the loss.

"What do you want, Emily?"

How he managed to infuse such sex into her name, she would never understand, but she moaned her pleasure as he nudged against her opening. He held back though, sliding his hand around hip until his fingers brushed against her. His head dipped in, teasing, taunting her with what she knew was coming next. Still, he held back, keeping his strokes shallow and his fingers moving. She rocked against his hand and he sped up the pace of his fingers, watching her body carefully for the exact moment she slipped over that edge.

And the moment she cried out, he slipped into her completely. She was trembling, shaking with the intensity of shattering around his length while knowing there was more to come. He worked her through her orgasm, slowing down as her breathing evened out.

"Jesus."

"Not even close, sweetheart," he murmured into her neck, taking her earlobe into his mouth. He groaned as he saw her own hands come up to her breasts, playing with her nipples as he thrust in and out of her wet, tight heat. Emily arched into his hands, his mouth her body still trembling from her first peak while he drove her quickly towards a second one. This time, he went with her, calling out her name as he stilled inside her.

She sighed as they caught their breath, turning to face him. "I forgot how good it felt to let you distract me."

He chuckled darkly. "It's just as much fun for me, Emily."

She kissed him, plunging her tongue into his mouth. "Sleep. We've got too much to do tomorrow."

His arms wrapped around her stomach as she turned over and she snuggled closer to his warmth as they both drifted off into dreams of sugarplums and Christmas trees.

I totally didn't realized I'd worked on this! I've had it sitting in my document manager for a couple of weeks now, but I'd wanted to get the 2 chapters that are supposed to go before this up first... Oh well! I'll just file them in later!

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