So, this many chapters was not planned when I started this story. But these characters took me there, took me here and I've arrived in an M rated chapter. My first, I must say. I had moments of pause, wondering if I should put this or that, but I'm happy with it. The song Glass by Thompson Square was a big inspiration for a lot of this. Beautiful song and the lyrics work perfect with Hotch and Prentiss. I would love to hear what you think! Please drop me a review! And please, Enjoy!

We might be oil and water; this could be a big mistake. We might burn like gasoline and fire but it's a chance we'll have to take…


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Lying together peacefully on his couch, Hotch and Prentiss sink into one another. Each breath taken was like a new line bleeding into paper, seeping deep within. Each brush of skin, their skin, was relaxing and appealing. They were healing…together.

Nothing awkward passed through them. This was far beyond that stage.

Everything was thrilling.

Emily felt the course of his back; the planes addicting to every nerve ending in her body. It amazed her at the comfort and emotion that comes from this physical touch.

Not many words were said. Words were barely all they had before. Now what was important was further than words. This intimacy dug most profoundly. And it was going to save them.

No judgment was made. No judgment could ever be made between them. Both had their pasts. They understood and accepted their lives, their stories. Now their stories come together, blending in the most beautiful way possible.

Hotch's mouth was close to her neck. Laying feather light lips upon the soft skin, he whispers her name. Recently he has noticed he can't get enough of saying her given name and she can't get enough of hearing it leave his quiet mouth.

Always professional and strict with last names, Hotch let down that barrier. She had been different from the others and he thought keeping his distance would be the key. But that just proved to him and her that the connection between them wasn't imaginary. He deliberated about her and she mused over him. They both saw the signs and thought about the paths. Each one carried them back to the other.

She hums in reply; wanting to keep her eyes closed, she couldn't risk waking up from this reality.

Hotch sits up slowly, hands now pushing against the sofa so he can see her face. His slight distance has her chancing her eyes to open.

Seeing her exposed and unabashed, laying underneath him and breathing with him, triggers Hotch to run a hand down her chest, between her breasts. Settling on the bunched up shirt they both know what he is silently asking.

Emily quivers inside, a small nod is all she is capable of doing. That comforting, exhilarating heat circles as she arches her back.

Sitting up even more, hip against hers, Hotch swallows, keeping calm. He is gentle as he raises her shirt, inch by inch, over her breasts. She leans up even more, lifting her arms as the formed material escapes her body. Over her head and on the floor in slow seconds, the shirt lays with his.

She shakes the hair out of her eyes. The black strands fall loosely around her head.

For Emily, her scar from the brand was forgotten…till now. She tries to suppress the small bit of shame. This scar had never been seen, by anyone. The mark was always in her vision when showering and dressing. She couldn't hide from the hurt, so she just blocked it and ignored the ugly scar. Now that someone else has seen it, Emily didn't know how to react.

She can't quite read the look in his eyes. He's staring at her, at all of her. The butterflies keep her quivering despite the sudden worry about her appearance. She's taken back to the day under that old tree. The wind lightly whispering to her flushed face. His eyes and hands on her, comforting her. His words giving her reason to stay. The sanctuary of the confined space between the back of the vehicle and his body had been welcoming. The feeling of Hotch and her being the only two humans in that moment was beautiful. Wanting to smile, to laugh, and cry tears of joy all hit her at once

Hotch feels the overwhelming urge to love this woman. To give everything he has to her. He doesn't focus on the brand. He doesn't need to. His focus is her whole. Agent Emily Prentiss is remarkable. She let him in. No one else had been this close to her. She opened the door to her soul and he marveled at their possibilities.

They had both been in the dark; engulfed in guilt and fear, they were punishing themselves when they could have thrown away the baggage and started new. But now their paths led them here and making up for lost time was on their minds.

Their pain and scars were no longer driving them, only their hearts.

Would things work out if they went any farther? Neither could say. With Emily's nonexistent relationships and Hotch's failed marriage, both had been a little wary. These thoughts and actions have stuck by them for a couple years even though they knew time wasn't on their side. But putting that faith and trust into each other, they decide to take the chance. The line had already been crossed. And they couldn't let their pasts control their future. Not anymore.

Careful not to shock her, Hotch tentatively glides his fingers down her left breast. They don't catch at the shallow, discolored burn but continue over her white silk bra and down to her stomach. This told her that it didn't matter. That just like the words he spoke to her before, the mark meant nothing and wouldn't dictate anything.

Emily's breath is deep and uneven. She slowly licks the corner of her mouth, coming to terms with what was going on.

Seeing the flicker of desire in his eyes sends her mind spinning. The look never ceasing, Emily can't contain herself.

She digs her fingers into his shoulders, pulling him down again to cover her. More wonderful sensations flutter when the supplementary skin at her chest collides into his. Her breasts strain against her bra.

Faces inches away, a decision is made.

No more running. No more hiding.

They were going to do this together. Trust complete and elevating, Hotch and Prentiss delved into one another.

Lips meeting for the first time, smooth and wet, create ripples of delicious heat searing through both bodies.

Skin against skin, Hotch's arms wrap again around her middle, hands pressing amorously at every inch of her he can.

She arches even more into him, the beat of her heart reminding him that she was here, alive.

Emily wants to feel confident but a slight, annoying nag hit her in the back of her sporadic mind. This was her boss. This could blow up in their faces, couldn't it? They were laying there half naked and this was her boss.

His tongue slips past her lips and that thought quickly diminished.

She cared about Hotch and apparently he cared about her. She knew, what with him being the strong professional, destroying that wall of his was intentional on his part. He was in this. He wanted this.

They could handle whatever came after.

That thought alone drove her to put her own desire into the kiss, her tongue coming into play as well.

Emily just wanted to heal. And Aaron Hotchner was what she needed.

Hotch let a low rumble deep in his throat out into the air between them, his fingers finding the clasp of her bra.

Separating the two clips, he leans out, slowly pulling the garment away. Chills erupt everywhere along her naked skin. Revealing her full breasts, Hotch doesn't look down. He simply continues to kiss her, laying his bare chest into hers.

There was something so intense, so real about being this close to him. Their scars were forgotten. They weren't important and both had other things on their minds.

His skin rubs smooth along hers as he settles carefully on top of her.

Her nipples harden even more than they already were with responsiveness.

She had been attracted to this man, if she was completely honest with herself, since the day she joined the BAU. The attraction never wavered but she was smart to keep it locked away in a box in the back of her mind. Now that there wasn't really anything in the way or holding them back, why hide?

His lips leave hers, trailing slowly down her jaw, feather light kisses placed here and there. She swallows, catching her breath and he follows the curve of her neck down to the little hollow between her slender collar bones.

His breath is hot as each puff drifts over her skin.

Continuing his path, Hotch kisses her sternum, and then moves over the burn, placing a warm, sweet kiss over the small puckered mark.

A tear threatens to fall as she comprehends his actions. He is incredibly tender and she can't help but feel overwhelmed. He is intimate beyond measure.

Hotch lifts his head, leaning back enough to see her, dark eyes meeting hers. He isn't hiding anything but he looks to be studying her. So she takes in his strong jaw, the bit of five o'clock shadow, and his slightly swollen lips; making little notes in her head of every feature and every emotion. She was a profiler after all, this was what they did.

Emily brings a hand over his shoulder, skimming her fingers along, and stopping over his heart. Never would she have believed she would be touching him as much as she is. The steady thump, insistent and sure, told her this was real. This was happening.

Hotch takes in her flushed cheeks and her dark, round eyes. Nothing told him to stop.

Suddenly he speaks, low but determined.

"Emily, what we have is loaded. It could be dangerous, it could be right." A dimple appears.

He didn't have to ask; the answer was already written in her eyes.

But she assists him with one word and a breath taking smile.

"Yes."

His brow line no longer furrowed. The seriousness in his eyes now a loving glance. He smiles and their lips meet again, passion flowing free.

Taking all the time in the world, Hotch maps out her torso; from the bottom of her waist to the arch of her shoulders, he worships every curve. Feeling brave and very keen, he lays a line of hot, open mouthed kisses over her breasts. Her breathing becomes lightly narrowed and she can't help herself as a leg drapes around him, pressing his lower half into her. Sure, this had been on both of their minds, but feeling him harden against her lower stomach brought the need completely to the forefront.

Hotch kept steady. He was always collected and calm with his choices. And this was something he wanted to take slow. He wanted to remember every little part of her. He wasn't expecting to go this far with her tonight but now that it was happening and they were letting it, Hotch gratefully accepted this turn of events.

As his tongue comes out to sweep over her right nipple and she unconsciously lets out a low moan, he realizes going slow may be harder than he thought.

His name leaves her lips in an incredibly sexy whisper. His palm traces over the scar at her stomach, warm and beautiful still, no matter what was anchored to her body.

His hands sneak further between them, finding the button to her dress pants. He toys with the metal for a moment, making his way back up to her lips. She leans up, meeting him half way, teeth grazing his bottom lip.

Hotch separates the button from the woven hole, another barrier opened. She lifts her hips off the couch, ready and willing, asking for his continued assistance.

He again obliges.

His control is still ever present as he slowly sits up, pulling her pants off each long, defined leg. Her heels had taken to the floor before any of this began.

As the black pants reach their destination on top of the shirts, Emily feels completely exposed. And yet she welcomes his heated gaze. The lace panties feel invisible already, like they were on the floor, forgotten too. But Hotch doesn't move that fast. He is experiencing and exploring, venturing where Emily would never dream he would even be looking.

His hands move with calculated ease. Running over her thighs, he relishes in the feel of her toned muscles and the smoothness of her flesh.

The blood inside of her was quickly coursing hot; a beautiful, sexy heat that she couldn't deny.

Her hands had skimmed down his arms with his distance, landing on his as he places them on her hips. She squeezes and then lifts her hands away, waiting for him. Hotch splayed the fingers of his right hand out, slowly moving up her body, so agonizingly slow. Reaching her left breast, he continues till his entire hand is over the sensitive, full mound. Emily wants to writhe, wants to moan her encouragement. His touch was driving her crazy.

The embrace isn't painful but loving and caressing upon her breast. This was the most intense slow burn they have ever experienced. An appealing heat, compared to what Emily had dealt with just a few weeks ago.

The other strong hand comes up, giving her right the same attention. This time Emily does moan, reverberating within. That heat was coiling, circling tight among every inch of her very turned on body.

With the look of her beneath him and the sounds coming from her throat, enjoying his touch and beautifully flushed, Hotch kisses her hard. He keeps that image of her in his mind for memory as his tongue delves across her lips and into her waiting mouth.

Emily moves her legs, feet pushing quietly at his calves, the material of his jeans in the way of what she wanted to feel. Her nimble fingers skim down his sides, secretly smiling at the jumping muscles when passing a certain spot. His faded scars just blend in to her. She strokes a few, but her attention is elsewhere.

Reaching the line of his jeans, Hotch raises his hips a little, allowing her better access. He could feel his heart pounding, his desire pulsing. He was aware of every bit of him and every bit of her.

Nothing went unnoticed. Nothing was secret. Having laid everything out on the line was something to be proud of between them. She had always had a hard time trusting and he never let anyone get close. So this barrier broken was like a saving grace, opening their eyes to each other.

As the button and zipper are loosened, his bulge tightens. He helps her as she helps him out of his pants; no fumbling or awkward movements, just easing out of them gradually and kicking them lightly to the floor. Her legs immediately wrap around him as her lips break away from his, venturing across his cheek and down to his neck. The light scruff tingles at her lips and Emily smiles into his skin.

His breath is heavy above her, rustling her hair. She was sending him spiraling. And he didn't wish for her to stop. Never to stop.

Hotch brushes his hips against hers, hands wandering, wanting to hear her and feel that heat.

Their skin against each other's, familiarizing and comforting in every way possible.

Hotch is aching now, that burn catching a spark, setting a trail of fire soaring fast. Still, he keeps his measured pace.

His fingers dance meticulously across her stomach and down her thighs in an amazing fluid motion, up and down. Unhurried, as he crosses over the dip her hip bone makes and his fingers meet the last piece of clothing she is wearing, Hotch licks his lips and takes a low, albeit strong breath. Continuing down the path of smooth underwear, he hears her intake of breath, husky and addicting to his ears.

He feels her move, muscles twitch just so. She extends her back and raises an inch off the couch. Her hands are reaching, searching for him and inspiring him. Eyes wide open; she grabs onto the waistband of his briefs and pulls at them slightly. Together they help each other out of their underwear. And finally they are starch naked, skin on skin. Completely open and unabashed to both bodies, they encompass one another. His skin caressing hers, sending currents of pleasure everywhere was enough to do her in.

His erection pushes at her thigh and Hotch can't contain a low groan. She was insatiable. And this slow fire burn was now engulfing them.

Emily can feel the soft, smooth skin of his penis and she drags her fingers around his neck and through his hair, completely falling. This leisurely pace was frustrating and yet she had no power to change his ministrations. This was about knowing each other through and through; they may or may not have all the time in the world, but they were sure going to experience one another to a full extent.

He kisses her sweetly, feeling her tremble underneath him. Inching closer, he can feel her core, hot and wet. With slow ease and determination, added with the hitch in her breathing, Hotch moves forward, entering her. They breathe together as he gently fills her. Thousands of sensations blur Emily's vision as his deliberate moves caress the walls inside of her. His body was fire, hers was wax. She was melting within him. He was coming alive within her.

Slow lovemaking was beautiful in itself. When you can control the speed and keep things going for quite a time was a feat worth it in the end. Impossible for some but for Aaron and Emily, it turned out to be perfect. He completed every thrust into her with the soft roll of his hips. Hers meeting his, they found a rhythm all their own. His skin collides into hers, over and over again. And they never wanted to stop.

Her mouth is slightly open, lips swollen and red. Her eyes strive to stay open, not wanting to take her line of vision away from him for too long. His meet hers and Emily can feel his heart beating in her ears, beating with the same loud thump as her own. The brooding look always in his eyes was taken over by a deep desire he held; he was staring at her with strong emotion. She realizes those looks were the same as the ones he gave her underneath that old tree and in the dim hotel room. This may have been a long time coming then.

Emily wasn't kidding herself; this was like a fantasy come true.

The look in his eyes tells her he'd been holding out. This had entered his mind on more than one occasion too.

A small grunt escapes his mouth and Emily runs her hands down his chest and over his shoulders, encouraging and greeting him with a panting gasp.

Hotch runs his hands underneath her, cupping her ass as they meet in the middle. He kisses her neck, biting tenderly at the sensitive flesh. In return she rubs over his nibbles, feeling them hard much like hers were and latches onto his earlobe, moaning low in her throat.

Every thrust was methodical, loving, and leisured. The pressure was building. The heat was rising and falling with the wave of their bodies. Stars dance in her eyes as Hotch hits the right spot, again and again. She was close. He was going to take her there with him. One hand leaves her butt to sneak around between them and swivels down to stroke her sweet spot.

With one small stroke, Emily is moaning louder, a shudder flying through her like a lightning bolt. She was definitely close.

Hotch kisses her moaning mouth, never getting enough of her lips. He angles his hips a little more and now the slow strides were revved up a notch. He still kept his movements thorough. He wanted to sense every inch of her. Fast could come later.

Before, he didn't want to say too much; he was always afraid of ruining something with words. No one could quite say Aaron Hotchner was a romantic mainly because no one had ever seen him around other women as of late. But nothing could stop him from leaning back to look into her eyes and whisper hoarsely, "You are beautiful."

Clichéd or not, Emily smiled, blindingly amidst the heat and pulled him back to her, kissing him lovingly and clinging to his back. As another stride shook her core, Hotch knew he was there too. He strokes her clitoris once, twice, three times and her whole body lets go. A blissful cry floats lightly into the air as she rides out the release that completely undoes her body. Hotch follows with a deep moan, burying his face into the curve of her neck as he slides into her one more time, his release captivating.

Breathing heavily as one, bodies' slick with sweat, they lay there on his couch relishing each other.

His touch was unfathomable. From the day she greeted him in his office all those years ago, surprising him with her presence, his touch was profound…even if it was just a handshake. Now his hands', holding onto her in such a moving way, is still fascinating and will always be.

Hotch maneuvers them so he isn't crushing her. He swallows thickly, feeling an utmost happiness settle within him.

Her skin was healed and striking. Call this comfort sex, call this a whole new beginning, Emily and Hotch could only revel in the fact that they were here together, restored. They had fought their way out of the dark, the demons gone and no longer hoarding.

Curving her head to the side, Emily kisses his cheek, smiling at the dimple she finds there. She could definitely get used to that. She licks her lips and sighs.

"How 'bout that coffee now, Hotchner?"


Fin

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I would like to thank everyone again for their continued support. For every writer and every dreamer…thank you for continuing that path. Please don't ever stop. Keep believing and keep writing.

lilylynn