The Long, Lonely Road Ahead

The following events take place after Hotch’s divorce but prior to JJ’s giving birth.

This is a short one, but it comes to a natural end, so I'm leaving it here for now...
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The Long, Lonely Road Ahead

Chapter Thirty

We stayed like that, me on top of him sitting on the couch, his arms around me and our sweaty bodies heaving, for a long time. Finally, our breathing slowed and we pulled apart, with me still straddling his lap.
“That was amazing,” he murmured, pulling me to him for a long kiss.
“Mmm, yes.” We kissed for a bit, and then I moved off of him to sit beside him on the couch. “An auspicious way to begin the new year, I think.”
“It would seem so,” he agreed, standing up. He pulled his boxers and jeans back on properly, tucking himself in and doing up his pants. I sat naked on the couch, in no hurry to get dressed again. He passed me my glass of champagne, topping it up before refilling his own and settling back down on the couch with me. “Should we have a toast?”
“A toast?”
“Sure.”
“To what? I know… Here’s to my not going to jail,” I said, holding out my glass. And in the back of my mind, I was thinking and to my not getting killed by a Militia member either. But I didn’t speak it out loud.
“I’ll drink to that,” he said, and we clinked glasses before drinking. He finished the last of his champagne; I did as well. Then he took the glasses and bottle, and headed back into the kitchen. I followed him. “I think it’s time for bed.”
“Good idea,” I said, yawning. He laughed.
“You slept most of this evening,” he pointed out. “How can you possibly still be tired?”
“I’m beginning to think it’s my body’s way of avoiding dealing with what’s been going on,” I said, stretching my neck to work out the kinks. I was still naked, which suddenly seemed a bit weird in the bright lights of the kitchen. “Uh… maybe I’ll go put on my sleep shirt.”
“You’re beautiful,” he said, pulling me to him. I wrapped my arms around his bare middle. He was warm against my cool skin and it felt comforting.
“Thanks,” I murmured. “You’re not so bad yourself.” I kissed his shoulder and he leaned down to kiss me on the lips. “Mmmm… time for bed, I think.”
“That’s what I said,” he murmured into my hair. “Come on.”

He took me by the hand and led me up the stairs to his bedroom. We dressed for bed, washing up and brushing our teeth. I stood in the bathroom and brushed my hair while he flossed, once again struck by how domestic this was. It wasn’t that I was against it necessarily, but it seemed too easy, too comfortable. On the other hand, I thought, looking at him as he stood in front of the mirror in his blue pyjama bottoms and nothing else, he was incredibly sexy. Domesticity might not be so bad if it was with Aaron. I idly brushed my hair a bit more, imagining what marriage to him would be like and then I shrugged.
“What are you thinking?” he asked, throwing the floss in the garbage. He rinsed in the sink.
“I keep thinking about how domestic this is,” I said, putting my brush down. I leaned against the counter. “You know how to do this. It fits you like a leather glove. But this is strange to me and seems bizarre in some ways.”
“It is a bit weird,” he admitted. “I’m enjoying it though, I have to admit.”
“I know. I can tell. And I like it too, even though it doesn’t fit me quite as well.” He moved to stand in front of me, leaning his long body against mine.
“I think we fit fairly well together,” he said, kissing me.
“Well, yes,” I replied, kissing him back. “That way, sure. And I quite like that.” We kissed for a bit in the bathroom, and then he drew me back into the bedroom. “Do I have to be handcuffed to the bed again?”
“I don’t think so,” he said. “You’ve got everything to lose by leaving and everything to gain if you stay.”
“I did say that already,” I told him, climbing onto the bed. “I’m glad you finally believe me.”
“I think I do,” he said, sitting on the bed next to me. He put out the lights and I slid down between the sheets as he put his arms around me. “We’ve got tomorrow together and then we’ll go back to the DA’s office and finish this.”
“Sounds good,” I said as he spooned me in the dark.

We lay like that for a while and then I felt his lips on my neck. His hands slid beneath my t-shirt, cupping my breasts, thumbing my nipples and my pulse increased. I pushed my panties off and reached behind me for his cock. He’d already removed his pyjama bottoms, somehow sliding them down before he’d moved behind me. He was erect again and I was already ready for him. I moved against him and his cock slid slowly into me from behind. We adjusted ourselves to this unusual but comfortable position and quietly began making love spoon fashion. He moved a hand down to finger my clit, his mouth against my neck and shoulders and I gasped as I came, a wave of intensity washing over me. His thrusts began to increase in speed, although compared to previous lovemaking sessions, this was slow and gentle. When he came, he cried out against my neck. We lay together for a long, long time, his arms around me, his cock still barely inside me.
“I can’t seem to get enough of you,” he whispered to me in the dark. “It’s like I’m drunk on you. I’ve never felt like this before.”
“Surely you felt this with Hayley when you were first going out,” I said.
“We waited until we were married,” he admitted. “And then we were shy with each other, inexperienced. This is… different.”
“It’s wonderful,” I replied. “It’s really, really wonderful, Aaron.”
“This is happening so fast,” he said, and I turned in his arms, looking at him in the dim light that came from between the curtains.
“It is,” I acknowledged. “I don’t know why either. I’ve never felt like this with anyone else.”
“Really?”
“Really.” We were silent for a bit after that. I kissed him on the lips and he kissed me back. “I don’t know what this is, but I like it.”
“Me too,” he sighed. I rested my head against his shoulder as he stroked my hair gently. “Me too.”

When I awakened the next morning, Aaron wasn’t in bed. I was alone in the bedroom and the light coming through the curtains told me it was pretty late in the morning. I turned over, rubbing my eyes. I was wearing only my t-shirt. I wondered where my panties were. I looked for them for a bit, futilely. Then I rolled out of bed and headed for the bathroom, where I used the toilet and brushed my teeth. Finally, t-shirt on and panty-less, I headed down to the kitchen, looking for my lover.

I found Aaron where I thought I would find him, at the kitchen table going over some files he’d brought home with him. He was drinking coffee and there was more in a pot on the counter, so I got a mug and poured myself a cup. He looked up and was a bit surprised at my unclothed state.
“I couldn’t find my panties,” I told him, leaning against the counter. “Want to take advantage of the situation?”
“Uh…” he said, looking from me to the files in front of him.
“Oh, you’re working,” I said, sipping coffee. “No problem. I’ll go take a shower.” I went to leave the kitchen, but he reached out a hand and pulled me towards him.
“No, that’s okay,” he said. “I can multitask.”
“Good to know,” I said, sitting on his lap. I sipped my coffee and then put it down on the table. I moved around so I was straddling him. He was already dressed in jeans and a sweater. I pulled my t-shirt off and leaned back against the table. “Do as you will with me, Agent Hotchner. I’m all yours.”
“Terra…”
“I am putty in your hands,” I said, one hand pressed against my forehead. “Or I could be.”
“What am I going to do with you?” he asked, his hands on my belly.

He kissed down the centre of my body, kissing each nipple in turn before picking me up and putting me onto the table. He moved his files carefully out of the way, stacking them neatly, and then got down on his knees in front of me. His tongue slid between my pubic lips, one hand holding them apart as he got down to business. I lay back on the table, my legs wrapped around his shoulders, my fingers in his hair as he went down on me. God, he was good. Give me experience over youth any day. “Oh god, Aaron,” I cried as I came. He stood, undoing his jeans and pulling out his erect cock from his boxers. He thrust into me, my legs now around his waist and he fucked me hard on the kitchen table. The doorbell rang while we were in the middle of it and Aaron stopped for a moment, as if thinking. But then he began again in earnest, and I held on to him tightly to keep from sliding off the table with our motion. He came seconds later with a groan and I did too, my hips bucking against him. We stopped for a moment, catching our collective breaths, and then he stood up, tucking himself back in and zipping up. This time his phone rang, and he picked it up, answering it as he strode to the door.
“Hotchner. No. No, it’s New Year’s Day, there shouldn’t be any kind of delivery… Hold on, I’m just coming to the door,” he said. I reached for my t-shirt and shrugged it on, wondering how I would get upstairs before he opened the door. “Terra!” he called. “Come on!” He gestured for me to run upstairs and I did, running into the bedroom just as he opened the front door. “What’s going on?” I heard him ask. I grabbed a pair of panties from my pile of clean clothes, put them on, and peeked out the bedroom window behind the curtain. A police officer was standing on the front walk, holding a package and talking on his phone. I didn’t see Aaron, but I heard him say, “Don’t move!” and then there was an explosion from the front walk.