PROJECT EMILY

Chapter 14 - Easy As Pancakes

Author's Note:

I want to thank everyone who's left me a review or clicked on an alert during this insanely long journey. It's really your reviews & alerts that have kept me going during those phases when I've just wanted to pound my head on the table. And as a thank you for making it through the months of waiting ;-) I'm adding a culinary visual aid to my tumblr account for this chapter,

Fear not, HPforever-after! I have not forgotten that you were reviewer 100. See if you can spot your prompt. J I'll mention it in the Afterward for everyone else.

And oh yeah, now that I didn't PLAN to write smut, the Smut Fairy has decided to grace me with her inspiration. Naturally! Ergo, once again NOT WORK SAFE! But there are also hilarious, fully clothed moments with Cade Owens' alter ego. Bon appetite!

Disclaimer:

I love these characters but I have absolutely no rights to them, except the right of adoration.

xoxox

Prentiss sat at the kitchen island next to Jack, dreamily watching Hotch make chocolate chip pancakes for all three of them. The cozy domesticity of a Sunday breakfast in the Hotchner kitchen was causing her mind to wander down dangerous paths.

She glanced down at the sandy-haired little boy next to her. He was looking up at her quietly and with some curiosity. Oops. I think it's a safe guess that he's not used to female breakfast companions except for his mom or Aunt Jessica. The dark-haired woman abruptly shoved her distracting daydreams of dimpled dark-haired children into a mental cupboard. Later for THAT, missy. Time to chat with the live little Hotchner sitting next to you.

"Good morning, Jack. Did you sleep well last night?"

"Yes, Miss Em'ly." Then his little brows scrunched up in some puzzlement. "But I had a dream about werewolves."

Trying valiantly not to blush, Emily asked, "You know about werevolves?" Out of the corner of her eye, she could swear that Hotch froze briefly at his son's words.

"Yup. I saw pictures at Halloween." He nodded vigorously and added, "The dream wasn't scary though 'cos Daddy yelled at the werewolves and scared them 'way."

This time there was a definite pause in his father's movements at the stove. Hey, are Hotch's ears getting a little pink? HA!

"OK! Who's ready for some chocolate chip pancakes?" Aaron studiously avoided meeting Emily's eyes, focusing on his young son instead.

It's just as well really. I don't think I could keep a straight face if we made eye contact. "Why don't you serve Jack first, Ho… errr… Aaron? I can wait." She smiled down at the solemn young boy next to her. Besides, that'll keep him busy before he comes out with any more whompers.

Taking a barely noticeable deep breath, Hotch met Emily's eyes briefly. "Are you sure? You're the guest after all, and if you're starving…" Well, we did manage to work up quite an appetite considering everything we… Desperately, Jack's father tried to derail his salacious train of thought. Not appropriate right now, Aaron!

"No, I'm good." She grinned. And considering that Jack's dream incorporated some yelling from the elder Mr. Hotchner, I might even venture to say I'm VERY good. She rounded her eyes in seeming innocence. "Go ahead and serve Jack." Besides, that will give me some more time to daydream about this morning.

The cheerful brunette wondered if she was grinning like the proverbial Cheshire cat.

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"Aaron?" Emily gently kissed the corner of his mouth. "Aaron, wake up. It's almost light." She had been enjoying the sight of a sleeping Aaron Hotchner - and resisting the impulse to automatically call him Hotch. It was still the weekend, and they were still off duty. Waaaaay off duty, she thought irreverently.

It was fascinating watching the normally stern team leader when his features were so unguarded. However, the younger profiler knew he would be upset with himself if he slept till Jack woke up.

I don't think they've have the birds and bees conversation yet. She suppressed her laughter at the vision this conjured up. Yeah, I bet he's gonna LOVE that moment. Smiling gently, she indulged herself with another gentle kiss, this time against one high cheekbone. Hmmm . . . It's really criminal how he's THIS good looking AND has such thick, dark lashes.

Even though she had been trying to awaken him, Emily was still a bit startled when those same darkly lashed eyes opened and looked directly into hers. Slightly unfocused from sleep, they rapidly sharpened into the intent gaze she knew so well.

"Good morning." God, I haven't slept that well in ages.

"Good morning." Really, it's so unfair that he looks so gorgeous first thing in the morning. I bet I look a mess.

"Did you sleep well?" She looks beautiful.

"Yes, thank you." The lovely brunette dimpled at the formal conversation which was in stark contrast to their uninhibited activities of the previous night. Next he'll be offering me a cup of tea.

"Would you like some coffee, Emily?" Still relaxed from the last wisps of sleep, the unit chief smiled at the woman peering down at him with such amusement. I wonder what's causing her such mirth. Mentally he shrugged. Whatever. I love her smile. It lights up her face.

He added teasingly, "I have the magic ingredient." Hotch waggled his famously expressive eyebrows

When his companion's own eyebrows rose in query, Aaron Hotchner's eyes twinkled and he added helpfully, "Splenda." Mentally he thanked Jessica for being such an addict of the stuff that there was always a boxful of packets in his pantry.

When the younger agent's eyebrows then rose in surprise, he couldn't help but dimple in response. She's really adorable when she's startled.

GAH! The man has absolutely no idea of how lethally charming he is! Pausing to reflect judiciously, Emily's lips pursed in unwitting temptation as she considered. Nah, I bet he has at least an inkling. NOBODY could be THAT unaware of their looks. She paused in her mental debate. Could they? I mean, he WAS a prosecutor after all, and they certainly learn how to charm juries.

Now that she finally had permission to stare openly at him, the ambassador's daughter was hypnotized by the expressions flickering in his brown eyes. As stony and opaque as onyx when he was displeased, right now they were warm and bright, like the darkest honey she'd ever seen.

She absentmindedly acknowledged to herself that it was worth resisting her baser impulses while he was still asleep. Waking up next to a sleeping Aaron Hotchner with a tempting morning erection had left her on the horns of a delightful dilemma. Emily unconsciously licked her lips. Well I guess it WAS worth it to wake him up face to face, and not face to crotch. This last naughty thought was too much for the woman sprawled happily across his chest, and her mouth starting quivering with the urge to burst out laughing with glee.

Hotch's pupils dilated as he looked at the woman poised above him. Damn those lips. She is just asking for it. His eyes darkened and he grinned. And I am going to give it to her.

One large hand cupped the back of Emily's head and brought her down for a kiss. As always seemed to happen with the two of them, heat ignited when their lips met. The kiss deepened and roughened, leading to predictable results on both sides.

Hotch slid his free hand down to the svelte brunette's firm thighs, dipping his large fingers into her warmth. Fuck! I can't believe how wet she is. He plunged two fingers deep within Emily, eliciting a moan that vibrated into his mouth.

The younger profiler wasn't idle. Emily rocked her hips against his hand, while her own trailed down his chest, past his lean stomach, coming to rest against the hardened length she couldn't wait to get inside her again. Grasping it firmly, she began pumping with her fist. The beautiful agent whimpered when she discovered the head of his cock was already wet with pre-cum.

Breaking their kiss, she brought her hand up to sample his wonderfully salty, musky flavor. Aaron's eyes opened. His gaze darkened even more at the erotic scene before him. After drawing her fingers from her mouth, Emily whispered huskily, "You taste delicious, but I want to feel you inside me again."

Leaning closer to his ear, she whispered fiercely, "I want to ride you until we both lose our minds." She punctuated her declaration with a nip to his earlobe.

Hotch felt his erection throb as if in agreement with her plan. "What an excellent idea, Agent Prentiss." He grinned rakishly at her. "All aboard Aaron Hotchner Airlines."

He laughed while caressing the tender skin of her waist. The team leader was feeling uncharacteristically lighthearted this morning. Well I wake up with a beautiful woman telling me that she wants to ride us both to paradise. Hell, I'd have to be deranged if this scenario didn't bring out at least a smile!

Eyes heating as he looked at his lovely companion, the older profiler acknowledged to himself the true reason for his unusual cheerfulness. It's not just any woman, but the sharp-witted, warm-hearted woman who's been driving me to distraction for months.

Unaware of his inner musings, Emily determinedly pushed away the small twinge she felt at hearing her title emerge from her boss' mouth. Later Em. Don't piss off your gift horse so soon. That would really suck. And speaking of horses, he DID say all aboard… With that thought, the sleek brunette swung one long shapely leg across Hotch's hips.

Both adults gasped in pleasure when her wet folds came into contact with his aching erection. Reaching down eagerly, she positioned him at her hungry entrance. With a quick twist of her hips, Emily sheathed his hard cock fully. She became even more aroused by the faint growl this generated from the man beneath her.

Emily raisied her upper body by using Aaron's delicious shoulders as supports for her hands. She stared with fascination at the desire burning in his eyes. Rocking her hips back and forth, the younger brunette ground her most sensitive point against the base of his hard length. The sensations coursing through her body made the temptation to close her eyes almost irresistible, but she fought off the urge by focusing on another compulsion instead.

Ummmm… his eyes are the color of bitter chocolate right now. And oh god, his face! Her fingers clenched into the firm muscles beneath her palms, and she had to resist the craving to drag her nails down the length of his chest. Watching the intensity of expression on Aaron's face wound the tension ever tighter within her body.

Emily was unaware that her own features were equally taut with need, need that was just as stimulating to man joined so intimately with her. Keeping his eyes locked with hers, Hotch's large hands cupped her breasts, kneading them firmly. He smiled wickedly when his fingers tweaked her hardened nipples and caused a corresponding reaction from within Emily against his own hardness.

He sensed that the woman meeting his gaze with such intensity was rapidly nearing the brink. Aaron brought one hand around to cup one of the luscious globes of her ass. The other hand reached between their thrusting hips and started flicking delicately at her most sensitive spot. Hearing the hitch in her breath, he increased the speed and pressure of his ministrations while simultaneously hilting himself with every stroke.

The combination was too much for Emily. Her lids drifted shut as she collapsed against his chest. Crushing her mouth to his, she screamed her release.

Her ebony-haired companion felt the vibrations from her cries as her inner muscles clenched around him. Waiting for the last faint tremors to leave her body, he grasped her hips and quickly reversed their positions.

Feeling her come apart in his arms shredded the last remnants of his control. Aaron whispered fiercely to the dazed woman breathing in deep gasps. "Emily. Open your eyes. Open them." Waiting for her lids to flutter open, he added harshly, "Look at me. NOW."

Hearing the urgent rasp in his voice, Em forced her eyes open and looked in the heated depths of his gaze. "Feel what you do to me." Emphasizing his words with deep, almost brutal strokes, he sheathed himself completely with every stroke. Aaron continued his erotic whispers. "See how much I want you." His pace quickened, his thrusts becoming rougher. "Know that . . ."

Hotch never finished his last comment. His restraint finally shattered and he erupted within Emily's wet depths. Now it was his turn to muffle his cries against his partner's willing lips. Aaron's hands tightened convulsively around Emily's hips as he came.

Breathing heavily, he collapsed against Emily. Secretly, the younger brunette was immensely pleased by this small sign familiarity. Running her hands caressingly up and down his back, she savored the delicious weight of his body on hers.

Gradually their breathing slowed.

"Am I too heavy for you?"

"Not yet."

"Emily, I …"

"Hotch, I mean, Aaron - if you apologize for demonstrating how much I've worn you out, I'm going to pinch your gorgeous ass." Traces of smugness shaded her voice as she let one hand pause threateningly over a muscular buttock.

"Yes, ma'am!" Amusement could be heard in his velvet tones as he responded teasingly, "Do you think you can keep it to a first name basis, Prentiss, when we're … ah … " Aaron lifted his head and quirked one expressive eyebrow at his companion as he considered how to end his query.

" . . . in bed?" Emily finished helpfully. Her eyes danced at the incongruity of the conversation with their intimately entwined positions.

Hotch chuckled and amended firmly, "I was about to say off duty." He smiled indulgently at her impish grin. She brings such sunshine and laughter into my life. I can't let that slip away without a fight.

His chuckle had its inevitable effect, and Emily made a moue of displeasure as she felt him slip out. Looking into his affectionate gaze, the former embassy rat resolved to grab her chance at an almost impossible dream. Besides, I always thought "Discretion is the better part of valor" was a stupid phrase. If I'm going to go down in flames, I'm going down fighting!

Unaware of their parallel thoughts, both agents smiled softly at each other and remained nestled in bed.

Finally, Aaron murmured softly, "I guess I should get a move on."

"Mmmmm…hmmmm…" Emily made no effort to remove her arms from around his waist.

"Before I fall asleep again." An elusive dimple appeared briefly as he silently acknowledged the truth of her earlier words. Yes, Emily Prentiss, you have indeed worn me out. I don't think I've had this much sex since my honeymoon.

Hot damn, I would so love to fall asleep with Aaron Hotchner again. Grinning at the thought, aloud she merely said, "I suppose you're right." Considering what else she'd like to do with Hotch, she added, "Perhaps we should shower separately. Purely in the interests of time, of course." Emily adopted a pious expression. And also because I am going to need a helluva hot shower before I start walking around with a telltale limp today!

Eyeing the man next to her, she mentally shrugged at each future twinge and aching muscle. SO WORTH IT. OH YEAH.

Eyes twinkling, the unit chief agreed. "Of course."

xoxox

Afterword:

Yep, the smut fairy and I have a very contentious relationship, so in the future, I think any stories will probably stay in T-rated territory.* I looove writing the everyday interactions, but trying to keep bedroom shenanigans fresh, hot, and uncheezy is damned difficult. Sheesh. *(an exception will be made for my forthcoming Hotch sandwich. Zut! Heh)

The prompt was Natasha Bedingfield's song,I WANT TO HAVE YOUR BABIES, a sentiment I can certainly understand whenever I look at either SSA Aaron Hotchner or Thomas Ellis Gibson. Hubbada hubbada! *ahem* The video is pretty amusing too, if you want to look it up on YouTube.

And as one (or more) of my fellow authors have said, reviews are luuuuv, baby, so lemme FEEL the loooove! (Please?) :D