A/N

I think I've written the other pairings with Blake - though lightly in some cases - except this one, and I wasn't going to because I simply couldn't see them together. However, I've gotten several PM asking for something with these two, and since my brain seems to freelance most of the time, it just presented me with a scene. I miss her so much. And since most my fics have put her in not-very-pleasant situations, I decided to let her off the hook for a while. :P

Inspired by "The Power of Love" by Celine Dion, one of the most beautiful love songs I know (which frankly says more about my nature than my angst-ridden fics. I'm actually an incurable romantic).

She has been awake for almost five minutes, but she is too comfortable to move. She is perfectly content just laying there, watching as the rays of the rising sun climbs up the wall, feeling the warmth of her sleeping lover's slow, even breathing against the back of her neck, and his hand firmly placed on her hip. It's very rare that she is awake before he is, and therefore she cherishes this moment even more.

Still sleeping, he pulls her into his arms and a sigh of satisfaction escapes her. It has been nearly three years and it's only getting better with each day. It seems they are so finely tuned into each other's thoughts and feelings they don't even need to speak to understand one another. It's as if they have known each other for a thousand lifetimes before this one.

He stirs a little and then sighs deeply as he's rising from sleep to wake.

"Hey sweetheart," he whispers and nuzzles her. "You awake?"

"Mm," she replies and the bed sheets rustle when she turns around and gives him a kiss.

As they pull back a little, there's a knock on their bedroom door, followed by Jack's voice:

"Dad? Alex? Mike and his mom are here to pick me up for practise now."

"Oh shit," Hotch mutters under his breath, "we slept that late?"

"Well, we were up pretty late," Alex reminds him, sounding more than a little smug.

"I'll be right there buddy," Hotch calls out and Jack groans.

"Dad! I've got it, I'm not a baby anymore, you know! See you at lunch. Bye. Bye, Alex."

"Bye," they reply in unison, Hotch half-way out of bed and Alex with a grip around his arm to keep him from getting out of bed. "You stay right here," she orders him quietly. Her dark eyes are sparkling with mischief. "Jack is alright. Besides, it's not comme-il-faut to leave your lady the moment you wake up."

"It isn't? Not even to make her breakfast in bed?" he says. Alex pretends to consider.

"On second thought, I may be willing to accept that reason."

"How very gracious of you."

"There is only one problem with it."

"Really? And what's that?"

"I'm not prepared to let go of you just yet," she says and leans in to kiss him again. "And trust me, agent Hotchner, if I don't want to let go, I won't."

He smiles and allows her to push him back against the pillows, gently but firmly. "I think I have learned that about you now, agent Blake," he replies and pulls her down on top of him. "You are most persistent. On the field… and off it."

"Why, thank you," she says, "For the record, I kind of had to be, since you were too shy to take the first step."

"I wasn't too shy," he objects, chuckling. "I was being a gentleman."

"Aah, is that what they're calling it these days?" she says, raising her eyebrows in a parody of sudden understanding. He nods, chuckling even more.

"That's what they're calling it," he confirms.

"Then I give you permission to stop being a gentleman."

She gives him a long, deep kiss before she slowly withdraws, smiling. He smiles back up at her.

"I love you, Alex."

"I love you too, Hotch. I always will."