This time it was a wet dream.
A dream about her new house guest that was sleeping only twenty feet away in the other room, just near all of their children.
Emily ran a hand through her hair, quickly throwing the covers off of her and getting out of her bed, sliding her arms through the silk sleeves of her favorite robe. She licked her bottom lip before walking into the hallway, quickly shuffling towards her friend's room and peeking in through the crack.
Hotch lay tired in his bed, his eyes lazily scanning the directions to a model plane he was trying to build.
The brunette mother bit her lip. "Aaron?"
Hotch looked up from the instruction booklet in his hand, his glasses falling to almost the tip of his nose. "You're still up?"
Emily gently nodded her head. "Can I come in?"
"Yeah, of course."
The young mother bit her lip as she entered the room, waiting for her friend to move the plane parts before she sat down. She felt her body warm immediately when he brought her closer to him, and she shakily gave a smile. "Hi."
Hotch nodded his head, his hand softly wandering down the silken sleeve covering the mother's arm. "Is everything alright?" His eyes narrowed slightly when the brunette woman shook her head, and he quickly shed his glasses from his face. "What's the matter, Em? Did something happen?" He watched her shrug. "Is it the kids?"
Emily sighed, running a hand through her hair. "No. I had a dream."
The older man pressed a soothing kiss to his friend's dark hair. "It's alright sweetheart, everyone has nightmares."
Emily laughed. "No trust me, the dream was far from that of scary." Her chocolate eyes looked up into the older man's, her hand warmly clutching his. "I really want to kiss you."
Hotch felt his heart break from the younger woman, watching as her eyes began to tear. He gently cooed into her ear, resting her head just against his shoulder. "You know I feel the exact same way. But we both know you're not ready yet."
The mother groaned, hiding her face in the older agent's neck. "I know, and that sucks. I want to be over him I do, but when I think that then I feel like I'm the worst wife and I don't deserve that kind of happiness again."
"Hey hey now," Hotch whispered, "you deserve nothing short of everything. You are so beautiful and I couldn't think of any other woman who would be better suited as a wife and mother." He smiled against the brunette's hair when he felt her smile against his chest, and he tightened his arms around her. "I remember the very first time I saw you."
Emily let out a small laugh, situating herself just in front of her friend with his arms still tight around her, their faces mere inches apart. "Really?"
The brunette father nodded. "You were wearing this beautiful yellow sundress and had your ebony hair up in a ponytail, and you tripped from running down the embassy stairs."
Emily clamped a hand over her mouth. "You remember that?"
Hotch smiled, kissing the younger woman's cheek. "I do. And when you finally tumbled all the way down the stairs, I walked over to you and helped you up."
The brunette rolled her eyes. "Yes, what a gentleman."
"Hey now, we both knew I was chivalrous." He shook his head. "Anyway, when I helped you up you had gotten so embarrassed and tried to run away, but I quickly grabbed your hand and complimented you on y-"
"On my steady footwork," the mother laughed. "Yeah, I remember." She gently bumped her nose against his. "You were pretty handsome back then."
Hotch's jaw dropped. "Just back then?"
Emily thought for a moment before nodding. "I guess you're still pretty handsome."
The older man nodded, brushing his lips against the brunette mother's. "And you're just as beautiful."
Emily gasped lightly as their lips pressed lovingly against one another, and their fingers intertwining as time slowly began to pass them by. She reveled in the feeling of her friend's lips moving against hers, and as if reading her mind, Hotch pulled her closer and broke their passionate embrace. Her breath labored slightly as she tried to get her breath back, her dazed eyes looking into the older man's. "Wow."
Hotch stared right back into the agent's eyes, his lips barely parted as he spoke. "I've wanted to do that for so long."
The brunette mother let out a gentle sigh. "Do you mind if I sleep here? With you?"
Hotch was practically done clearing the bed before Emily finished her question, earning a little laugh from the mother. "Absolutely."