The Long, Lonely Road Ahead

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

Yes, I know it’s a Mary Sue in some ways, but it was fun to write, so I’m throwing it out there for you to read and see what you think.
Hopefully, you’ll agree that this is where it starts to get sexier…

The Long, Lonely Road Ahead

Chapter Five

Aaron was right, though. After all was said and done, about two hours later, the man I’d hurt had declined to press charges. He’d sobered up a bit, particularly after having his nose set and his toe taped, and realized that what he’d done might ruin his chances of someday becoming governor. Aaron and I finally left the restaurant at 1 am, and I was pretty damn sure I wasn’t welcome back there any time soon.
“Well,” I said, as we stood in the cold night air, waiting for his car to be brought by the valet.
“Well,” he replied, looking down the street. He turned to me, just as his car appeared. He walked to the driver’s side. “Can I take you home?”
“Sure, that would be great,” I said. I was a bit sad that we weren’t going to get a chance to become a bit more intimate tonight, but I understood. The evening had ended up a bit differently than either of us had planned, and he had an early day tomorrow morning. I got into the passenger seat and did up my seatbelt. We pulled away from the curb, each engulfed in our own thoughts. It wasn’t until we’d been driving for about five minutes that I realized we weren’t headed back to Pen’s place.
“Uh, Aaron? Where are we going?”
“I’m taking you home. I thought you understood that,” he said, intent on his driving and I looked at him askance. He glanced at me. “My home.”
“Oh,” I said, a thrill running through me. And when his right hand came off the steering wheel to settle on my thigh, I felt it all the way to my core.

We were good in the car, and parking in his driveway. He led me by the hand up his walk to his front door, where he let us in, closing the door behind him. But we didn’t even manage to put the lights on before we were all over each other, his lips hot on mine, his breath on my throat, coats on the floor, my purse and shopping bags in the hallway where I dropped them. I slid his suit jacket off and he shrugged out of it as I pulled at his tie. He pushed my hair to the side to kiss my neck and I melted right then and there.

“Oh god… oh Aaron,” I hissed through clenched teeth. I could feel a throbbing between my thighs and could barely stand up. He slid me up against the wall next to the main staircase, his hands sliding up my skirt to find my thong and I moaned into his mouth. I could feel his erection tenting his trousers and I fumbled for his belt as he slid my panties down my thighs. I couldn’t get the damn belt undone, so I unzipped his fly and fished around for his cock, pulling it out as his pushed my skirt up around my waist. “Now. Now!” He stopped kissing me for a moment, pulling back to look at me. His face was flushed, his eyes bright.
“Condom?” was all he could manage. I shook my head and kissed him fiercely.
“Fuck the condom! I’m not going to get pregnant, I promise!” I groaned, pulling on his lower lip and he groaned in response, his cock sliding home as I wrapped one boot clad leg around his waist. He thrust into me wildly. I bit his shoulder as I came, crying out with my release. His thrusts became harder as he neared his own climax, and with one final thrust he came too, groaning so loudly I suddenly came to my senses there in the darkness of his front hallway. And then I was hit with a second wave of orgasm that left me completely unable to stand. We slid down the wall to the floor, still kissing gently in post-coital bliss. “That was amazing.”

“Mm,” was all he said, his lips still on mine. Then he broke the embrace and stood up, holding out his hands to help me up. “I’m sorry I couldn’t even make it to the bedroom.”
“Why? This was incredibly hot,” I answered, as he led me up the stairs to his bedroom.
“Yes, it was, but you deserve better,” he said, undoing his belt and pulling it off.
“That’s very sweet,” I said, kissing him as I helped undress him. He sat on the bed in his underwear as I sat to unzip and pull off my boots.
“God, I’m exhausted,” he said, falling backwards onto his bed when I stood to take my dress off.
“I believe it,” I replied, laying my dress on a chair. I looked back at him and he was already snoring softly. “Oh dear. Poor thing.” Dressed only in my bra (my panties were somewhere in the hallway) I manipulated him so he was laying in the bed instead of on it, and tucked the covers around his shoulders. Then I headed downstairs for my clothing and bags. I found my thong and put it back on, then stood for a moment, wondering what to do next. I knew he had to get up and go to work tomorrow morning, even though it was a Sunday, which meant I needed to set an alarm for him. I didn’t know where anything was in his house except for his bedroom, so I headed back upstairs with my cell phone in hand, set the alarm on it for 7 am, took my bra off, and then slid into the bed next to him. I turned off the bedside light and, with a sigh of satisfaction, fell asleep.

When my cell phone alarm went off at 7 am, I was ready to fling it across the room. Aaron’s arm was across my chest and he woke with a start at the sound of my phone. Then he woke up a bit more.
“Hello,” he said with a sleepy smile.
“Good morning,” I yawned. I reached for my cell phone; he reached for my breast, his thumb on my nipple. I shivered with pleasure and then covered my mouth. “Um… dragon breath.”
“Mm, yes,” he said, bending his head to my nipple and sucking on it gently. “Go brush your teeth if you want. There’s a spare toothbrush in the drawer and toothpaste on the counter.”
“I’ll be right back,” I said, rolling out from under the covers. I left him stretching and yawning as I headed into the bathroom that adjoined the bedroom. I used the toilet and brushed my teeth, washed my hands and face, and brushed my hair with the hairbrush I found in the drawer. When I came back out, I found Aaron sitting up on the edge of the bed, his cell phone in his hand.
“Do you have to go to work right away?” I asked, sliding onto the bed behind him. I wrapped my hands around his chest and played lightly with his nipple as I kissed his neck.
“Not right away,” he replied, finishing up his text on his blackberry. “I need to be there at the latest by noon, which is when the rest of the team is assembling.” He put the cell phone down and turned in my arms. We kissed. “What did you have in mind?”
“A little of this,” I said, kissing him more deeply, “and a little of that.” And my hand dipped down to his cock, which was semi-erect.

“I think I can find the time for that,” he said, and we slid down onto the bed, him on top of me, kissing. I kissed and nipped at his neck as he nuzzled my breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking it thoroughly before turning his attention to the other nipple. I think I had at least two small orgasms just from that. He slid down my body then, kissing his way down to my pussy, where he proceeded to demonstrate an amazing facility at cunnilingus. I held his head as he licked and sucked me to a true, stunning climax, and then I returned the favour. With him on his back, I fellated him just as I’d wanted to the first night I met him. He tasted salty and sweet and masculine, and I loved the feel of him on my tongue. He stopped me before he climaxed, and I rode him slowly to a final orgasm for us both. The passion was just as intense as the previous time we’d made love, but it was a slower burn this time; we explored each other thoroughly and it was divine. I lay next to him, my head resting on his chest, my hand on his flat stomach. He held me close and I could feel his heart beating as I lay with him. “Now that was what should have happened last night,” he said. I picked up my head to look at him.

“I liked what happened last night,” I told him. “It was intense.”
“It was,” he agreed seriously, “but I really prefer to take my time.”
“Mmmm, yes please,” I said and he laughed. “I can see the pleasures of both.”
“I think I’ve got to go take a shower,” he said, gently disengaging himself from me.
“May I join you?” I asked. He gave me the most interesting look. “I promise, just washing, nothing distracting. I know you’ve got to go to work.”
“What a sad promise to make,” he said, helping me up. “I won’t hold you to it.”
“We’ll see,” I said, following him into the bathroom.

In the shower, we soaped each other up and rinsed each other off—no hanky or panky, just as I’d promised. As he washed my back, though, he asked an interesting question.
“You’ve got quite the musculature, Terra. Where did you train?” he asked, his fingers sliding down my back and up my shoulders.
“Train?” I asked, knowing full well what he was asking, but refusing to admit it.
“Yes. You’ve obviously had either military or police training of some kind. Your reaction last night at the restaurant confirmed it,” he said, pulling out the shampoo and working it through my hair. “Why is your hair so rough?”
“Oh, I had it highlighted last night. You can’t tell when it’s dry, but it changes the texture for a while when it’s washed,” I said, hoping that he’d drop the previous subject.
“Mmm, I see. I didn’t know that,” he said, massaging my scalp. God it felt good. I ducked under the showerhead to rinse and he lathered his own hair, which I took over when I was done with mine. “You haven’t answered my question.”
“I know. I haven’t trained anywhere,” I lied. He frowned at me, then rinsed his hair.
“All right, I won’t press,” he said, taking me in his arms. He kissed me quite thoroughly and I felt my motor roar, ready and raring to go again. I tugged at his lower lip with my teeth, and slid my tongue into his mouth. He raised an eyebrow. “Again? I don’t know if I’ve got the time…”

“A quickie? One for the road?” I suggested and his mouth curved into a smile. He kissed me harder under the water, and soon enough we were out of the water and getting his bathroom wet as he pushed me up onto the counter, my hips forward so he could enter me. I held on as he thrust into me again and again, his voice hoarse as he called my name the closer he got to his climax. I wrapped my legs around his waist and met his thrusts, knocking everything off his counter as we fucked fast and furious. Turned out third time’s a charm—we came at the same time, kissing as we came and groaning into each other’s mouth. We stayed connected for a bit, panting and gasping, him kissing my neck and me clutching his shoulders.
“I haven’t got time for another shower,” he said, grabbing a washcloth and mopping us both up quickly. Then it was deodorant (I borrowed his—mmmm, I would smell like him all day!) and hair brushing, and dressing. I put on my thong again, even though I’d slept in it, and my bra from the previous day, then re-dressed in my clothing from the day before, placing my new dress and boots into the bags and boxes they were supposed to come in. Aaron dressed in a white shirt and navy blue suit, with an understated tie. He laced up his black dress shoes as I put on my motorcycle boots and then fixed my still slightly damp hair in the mirror. He looked at me looking at myself in the mirror. “You’re beautiful.”
“Even without all the makeup and the sexy little dress?” I teased and he came up behind me, his hands on my waist.
“Just as you are. You’re incredible, Terra,” he said, kissing my neck.
“Watch it, Aaron, or you’ll never make it to work,” I warned.
“I’ll give you a lift back to Garcia’s apartment,” he said, putting on his watch and clipping his blackberry on to his belt.
“I’d appreciate that,” I replied, as we headed downstairs. We picked our coats off the floor with a bit of a rueful laugh on his part, and then got ready to head out.
“I’m sorry we don’t have time for breakfast or coffee,” he told me as we walked out into the cold morning to his car.
“Meh. I’ll go to Starbucks after I change,” I told him, climbing into the passenger’s seat. “I assume you’ll get coffee at work. Besides, it was worth it. I’d rather have sex than eat any day of the week.”
“Really,” he said. For a moment, he seemed lost in thought, and then he started the car and we headed down the driveway.
“Really,” I confirmed. “Keep that in mind.”
“I will,” he said with a smirk. I kept my smile to myself by turning my head to look out the window.