A/N: Hello! I'm sorry I it took me so long to finally update this but I was having some trouble to write this... Again, I don't know if the end it's really the end. It could turn out into another chapter but it always depends on your reviews :)

This is smut and fluffy. I hope you guys like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own CM.

PART THREE

It was the sunlight coming through the blinds of her hotel room that made her stir. She blinked her eyes a couple of times to manage to focus her blurry vision. Looking at the alarm-clock on the nightstand she could see it had just passed seven in the morning and she groaned inwardly at her internal clock because she knew she could have had at least more thirty minutes of sleep.

It was just when she tried to move that she noticed the heavy manly arm holding her tightly against a hard and warm chest. For like three seconds she panicked, not quite remembering who was her bedmate… but then flashes of the night before came through her sleepy mind and she felt her lips turning upwards into a grin and she closed her eyes in bliss.

It hadn't been a dream… it had really happened. She had really spent the most amazing, incredibly and satisfying night of her life in the arms of the most caring, loving and handsome man in the world. God, she had dreamed about this so many times… about how it would be to have his arms around her… how it would be to taste his lips and his skin… how it would be to have him inside her, marking her, possessing her, claiming her… and now, she finally knew. It was pure bliss.

She turned around very carefully, to not wake him up, and had to bit back a moan at the ache in her muscles. Considering that it had been over a year since she had been with someone and even then it had been absolutely mediocre, her poor body was feeling very hard the extra work it had done the night before. She squeezed her thighs and felt the burn on her center. God, how many times had that man made her come? Four? Five? Six? She couldn't even count it. She just knew that she had been absolutely and thoroughly loved by him.

She grinned at the memory of his words. He made love to her. When it was the last time that she had made love to someone? Like, really made love, in the deepest meaning of the term… she couldn't remember. She wasn't even sure if she had actually experienced this before. Probably not. At least not in this intensity. This man had played with her body as if he had its instruction manual. He knew exactly where to touch, how to touch, when to touch. He knew exactly how to make her shiver, how to make her moan, how to make her gasp, how to make her groan, how to make her lose the ability of think, let alone speak.

She took a minute to look at his sleeping face and smiled softly. His usually tense features were completely relaxed, not even a single wrinkle on his forehead, not even a single sign of tension or worry. His lips were slightly curved into a smile and she couldn't stop her fingers from tracing the line of his cheekbones.

She caressed his skin for a few moments before she saw his eyes fluttering and the grip of his arm on her waist tightened. She smiled when she saw his lips forming a slight grin and without even noticing she leaned up to take those lips in a longing good morning kiss. He hummed against her mouth and pressed her closer to him, one arm tracing the lines of her bare back and the other hand buried on her hair, holding her head to prevent her from pulling apart.

He traced the lines of her swollen lips with the tip of his tongue and swallowed her moan when she opened herself to him, shivering at the touch of their tongues. He devoured her mouth hungrily, the sleepiness completely forgotten as he drowned himself into her taste and her smell and the feeling of her skin against his.

His hand that was caressing her back made its way down to the curve of her ass and he cupped her bottom, swallowing another needy moan as he pressed her close to his morning hardness. He could feel that she was already wet against him and his insides trembled with a bit of male pride at the sounds she was making against his mouth.

He turned her into her back and covered her body with his, finally breaking the kiss due to the bright spots on his vision because of the lack of oxygen. She smiled at him and he breathed heavily at the flushed look on her face. Her cheeks were reddened and her lips were swollen from his kisses. He could see the purple marks on her neck from the night before and her eyes held a sparkle so bright that his heart warmed. She was so absolutely debauched and she was so completely his and he let out a low primal growl before capturing her lips again in a bruise kiss.

Her lips opened to his eagerly and she stroked and sucked his tongue, her arms finding their way to his neck and head and she fisted his hair in her hands in a despair need to find something to keep her grounded. He thrusted his hips against hers and moaned at the slicky feeling of her juices coating his member. He felt her trying to mumble something into their kiss and pulled back with a questioning eyebrow.

She opened her eyes and the amount of need and arousal on them sent shivers straight to his groin. "Inside, Aaron… for the love of God, get the hell inside…" She cried arching her back and wrapping her legs around his waist, bucking against him to prove her point.

He guided his hardness to her center and slowly thrusted himself in, groaning lowly at the tightness of her walls around his shaft. "God…" He moaned burying his face on her neck.

"Yeah…" She nodded quickly. "Yeah… more, Aaron… please, more…" She begged while shifting her hips trying to get more friction.

He started to move along with her slowly and steady in long and deep thrusts that hit all the perfect spots and made her vision blurry with pleasure. She gasped and moaned and whimpered underneath him and he braced his body on his arms to look at her, mesmerized by her beauty, especially in that moment, completely surrendered at him and his wishes, begging for him, needing his claim, asking for him to make her his once more.

The room was filled with the sounds of his grunts and her moans, their sweaty skins slapping against each other and the bedpost hitting the wall at each thrust. He kissed her neck and the line of her collarbone, paying especial attention at the marks on her skin, relishing the fact that it was him who put them there and it was him who had her here, in his arms.

He hoisted her legs up to his waist to find a deeper angle and grinned when she opened her eyes wide and gasped at the new feeling, her mouth parted in a silent O and her breathing more elaborated. He kept the angle and pounded into her harder, one hand finding the bedpost and the other bracing his weight beside her head, fastening his movements and leaning down to capture one of her pink nipples that were erect and inviting, needing his attention.

She moaned his name loudly, asking for more, begging for him to go deeper, faster and harder, crying her love for him, swearing that she was his, that she belonged to him and that she had waited for him her whole life. He brought one hand to flick her clit and she sobbed more pleas, her whole body shaking at the first wave of shocks running through her.

He slowed his thrusts, riding her through her high, savoring the way her muscles contracted against him and the way her body was shivering beneath his fingers. When he felt that she was breathing more even again he flipped them over, making her squeal in surprise, and brushed her hair out of her face, enjoying her flushed cheeks and her sparkling eyes looking at him.

"Hi…" She whispered smiling.

"Hi…" He whispered back, his hands caressing her cheek. She caught his hands and put them behind his head, linking their fingers together and leaning down to kiss him slowly. She pulled away first and rocked her hips just a little bit, squeezing her internal muscles against his length and grinned when he moaned and his eyes rolled on the back of his head. "Yes…" He hissed.

She worked her hips up and down on his hardness, making sure to squeeze a little bit more every time she was thrusting in. Their hands stayed linked behind his head while she rode him, first in an antagonizing speed and then more quickly, until she was slamming herself down on him with force. Their breathings were erratic at this point and their eyes locked together as she moved on top of him.

She shivered at the sight of his usual hazel eyes almost all black, his whole face displaying his desire for her, his arousal, his need for her and she loved that. She loved the fact that such strong man was here, beneath her, completely at her mercy, moaning and groaning at her ministrations… this man, this usually stoic man, who so many people accused of being cold and even incapable of feeling like a normal human being, this man was here, shivering under her touch, begging for her, giving himself completely to her.

She closed her eyes and threw her head back when he bucked against her, hitting that perfect spot again, but then he squeezed her hands to catch her attention. "No…" He gasped. "Open your eyes… I need to see you, sweetheart…" He pleaded and she nodded, keeping her eyes locked with his and fastened her movements, panting and gasping at every thrust.

She felt the fire burning on her belly again and felt her climax approaching, her rhythm starting to be more frantic, less coordinated and faster. She released his hands and braced herself on his chest, while he put his on her hips to help her movements. "Aaron…" She gasped breathlessly when she felt him using his finger on her clit. It was the last push she needed and he saw her breaking on top of him, her whole body convulsing with the intensity of her climax and her muscles tightening even more against him. "Come for me, babe… please, please, come for me…" She pleaded panting and it was his last straw. He arched his back and bucked his hips, shooting his load inside her.

"Emily…" He moaned lowly while his vision blurred with the pleasure. She rocked her hips a few times more before collapsing on top of him, her whole body sweaty and her breathing elaborated.

It took more than a couple of minutes for them to start to think properly and when she felt that she had the strength to lift her head she looked at him. "Good morning…" She whispered with a grin.

He smiled back at her and brushed a few sweaty strands of her dark hair out of her face. "That was one hell of good morning…" He said and they both chuckled. He kissed her forehead and ran his hands through her back. "Did you sleep well?" He asked quietly.

"I slept perfectly…" She sighed happily. "You?"

"Hmm… I hadn't slept so well in a very long time…" He said with a smile. "What time is it?" He asked with a yawn.

"It's ten before eight. We have to meet the team soon…" She said cuddling closer to him. He was still inside of her and she shifted her hips a little, moaning at the feeling of him more intense due to her still sensitive muscles.

"Screw it. I'm the boss… we'll wheels up when I say we will…" He said with a sleepy voice and she chuckled. She thought about how much her teammates would tease them when they left the room and groaned. "What?" He asked frowning.

"God, they'll tease us so much…" She moaned and he laughed.

"Oh, they will… especially since I told Reid to stay in my room because he was next door and I said he wouldn't want to hear what would happen here last night…" He said and she pushed herself up to look at him with a shocked face.

"You said what?" She gasped. "Aaron!" She smacked his chest.

"What? Can you imagine Reid listening at our moans and groans last night? We weren't exactly quiet, sweetheart…" He said with a smile.

Her annoyance quickly faded and she beamed at him. "I love when you call me that…" She whispered.

"My sweetheart…" He smiled at her, tracing her cheekbones with the tip of his fingers.

She turned her head to the side to kiss his palm. "What are we doing here, Aaron?" She whispered suddenly. She felt him tense under her and the grip of his arm on her back tightened.

She heard him sighing heavily and his hand traced the line of her spine, until resting on the curve of her ass. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this, Emily…" He whispered back.

"Do what? Get me into bed?" She asked unsure and he squeezed her bottom and kissed her temple before answering.

"No, Emily… don't get me wrong… making love to you was definitely one of the most amazing experiences of my life…" He said kissing her hair. "But having you here, in my arms… feeling your skin against mine… hearing you saying my name… hearing you saying that you love me… I've dreamed about this for so long, sweetheart". He whispered at her. "I have loved you for so long…"

"How long?" She asked. She knew that she had fallen in love with him since the first day, when she saw him at his office on her first day at the BAU. Even with him being a jerk, even with him accusing her of being Strauss's mole, even after all of that she couldn't make her heart stopping from flutter every time he looked at her or every time she heard his name.

She had loved him for the last three and a half years and never, not even once she had a least suspected that he could feel something for her too.

"I can't say the exact time but ever since I saw you coming to my office saying that you were quitting your dream job…" He sighed. "Ever since that day I kept thinking, how would it be to be with a woman so selfless, so understanding, so honorable, so… beautiful?" He said caressing her cheeks. "After I managed to get you back to the team I observed you… how you were so smart and sweet but at the same time hard-headed and straight-forward… how you always did the right thing, not matter what it would cost or who you would piss off… how you weren't intimidated by me, like never. You were one of the few who had the courage to face me like an equal and God, how much I love that…" He said quietly.

"Why did you never say anything?" She asked.

"Because… honestly, I didn't think that a woman like you could possibly be interest in me…" He confessed quietly.

"Aaron…" She started to argue but he shook his head.

"No, Emily, I'm not trying to give you the 'you're too good for me' speech, I swear. It's just… you're so strong and independent and smart and sexy and so… and I'm just…" He trailed off. "I mean, I was married for thirteen years with Haley and we were together for three years before that and even so she always made sure to make me see how I wasn't capable of making her happy, satisfied. I was either too cold or too quiet or worked too much or wasn't home too often or had too many nightmares… there was always something wrong. Always something I wasn't good, you know. Hell, I wasn't even enough for her in the bedroom if you were to consider the number of affairs she had…" He huffed.

There was a contemplative silence in the room for a few moments before Emily sat up and forced him to sit too, while she continued to straddle his hips. His now more softened member slipped out of her and she mewled a little at the loss.

When she had them both at eye level she cupped his face between her hands and looked straight into his eyes. "I need you to listen to me very carefully…" She started before taking a deep breath. "Haley Hotchner is the most stupid woman I've ever met". She said bluntly. When he opened his mouth to retort she shushed him. "I meant it, Aaron. I am truly sorry for saying that so bluntly but it's the truth. I know she's the mother of your son and you two have a bond that's forever, but honestly? I'm glad that she packed her things and left because she freed you from a horrible relationship… if what you're telling me is true, and I believe in you; then she's not just stupid but also selfish and dumb. She made you think poorly about yourself, honey. She made you think that you're most admirable qualities are bad things and they're not! You're an amazing agent, a fantastic professional… you're dedicated to your job and to your team and you treat us like we're your family… it's not every boss that does that, Aaron. You're strong and incredible intelligent and astute and at the same time you're sensitive and you know exactly what to do at each situation to cause the least of damage possible… Aaron, you're a true, real, life-breathing hero and that's so rare and you should be proud. She should be proud! She's stupid for making you doubt yourself and that just proves that she's not the right woman for you because she can't value you like you deserve…" She said passionately.

He couldn't think of anything appropriate to say so he just leaned in and took her mouth with his in a needy kiss, trying to make her understand what she meant to him, how he felt about her and how much what she had just said was the most beautiful thing that anyone had ever said to him.

When they pulled apart, breathlessly, she caressed his cheek and smiled widely at him. "And about that part of you not being good enough in the bedroom department?" She asked coyly. "Oh, honey…" She caressed his bare torso. "She has to be frigid to think something like that… I don't remember ever having five orgasms in one performance… or was it six? I can't honestly remember…" She said sighing happily and he chuckled.

"I'm glad…" He said while caressing her back. He sobered up a little bit and looked at her with a more serious face. "I am completely in love with you, Emily Prentiss…" He whispered.

She felt her eyes watering and could only smile softly at him. "I'm completely in love with you, too…" She whispered back.

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It was already nine-fifteen when Hotch and Emily joined the team for breakfast. They were all sitting at a big table at the corner of the room and Emily felt her cheeks burning with the knowing smiles they were sending to them. Hotch squeezed her hand and winked at her as they approached their friends.

"Hello, lovebirds… very nice of you to join us in this beautiful morning…" Dave smirked at them and the others chuckled.

"We'd like very much to spend the day in bed, Dave, but unfortunately we need to go back home…" Hotch said much to the team's amusement and Emily just buried her face in his chest, poking his side. They filled their trays with their food and coffee and sat at the two vacant seats at the table. "Reid, could you give me back my key later? I need to pick my bag…" Hotch asked.

"Yeah… I actually didn't even sleep there…" Reid mumbled passing him the keycard.

"Why not?" Hotch asked frowning, taking a sip of his coffee.

The genius boy blushed at avoid eye contact, stammering a bit. "Uh… it's just… you guys were kind of…"

"Extremely loud". JJ supplied. "We had to sleep at Rossi's room because it was the farthest from Emily's…" She said before taking a bite of her pancakes.

Emily spat a sip of her coffee and coughed a little bit and Hotch patted her back. "You okay?" He asked at her and she nodded quickly. He kept stroking her back and turned back to his team. "Well, I'm sorry for the inconvenience…" He said with a smile.

"The hell you are!" Morgan snorted.

"You're right, I'm not…" Hotch said chuckling.

"I don't think I've ever seen you smiling like this, Aaron…" Dave said with a smile.

"Well, considering that at some point I didn't know with whom Emily was at that room, if it was either Hotch or God or Jesus…" Morgan teased and Emily buried her face in her hands with a groan.

"Oh God…"

"Yeah, it was something like that…" JJ said and they all chuckled.

"Yeah, yeah, Emily and I were together last night and we will be together for a very long time, so we can all grow up and move on, okay?" Hotch said seeing how embarrassed Emily was at their teasing.

"Well, it was about time you two… ever since I came to the team you two are dancing around each other…" Dave said smugly. "It was like that before I joined it?" He asked the other profilers.

"No, they hated each other…" Reid shook his head.

"That was hidden love, Spence… they were just trying to ignore the obvious…" JJ said shaking his head.

"But Hotch was married!" Reid argued.

"And how did that end?" Morgan asked with a raised eyebrow.

"It was not the reason…" Hotch stated. "I won't deny that I had eyes for Emily even back then, but it wasn't the reason behind my divorce…" He said with a tone that let it clear that the topic was over.

JJ looked at Emily with raised eyebrow and then chuckled. "You know that Pen will give you hell when she gets her hands on you, right?"

Emily's eyes widened a little bit and then she groaned again. "Oh, shit…" When Hotch chuckled she looked at him with a small smile. "You're laughing now, but you, my love, will be the topic over my torture. She'll want to know everything about your abilities and your… specificities…" She finished with a raised eyebrow.

He looked at her seriously but she could see a hint of amusement in his eyes. "And you won't say anything, right, sweetheart?"

Damn him. He knew what that endearment did with her. "I don't know… I think you can buy my silence…" She said with a coyly smile.

"Yeah?" He asked turning fully to her, one of his arms at the backrest of her seat, slightly caressing her neck, and the other holding her hand under the table. "And what would be your price, Agent Prentiss?" He asked with a low voice.

She leaned in a little bit, her voice also a few decibels lower. "We can discuss numbers tonight, at my place…" She said with a smile. "In my bed…" She added with a wink and he grinned.

"I'd say you're a very good negotiator, my dear…" He said closing the distance between them and giving her a small kiss.

"Oh, God! I thought the repressed sexual tension was bad but, damn…" Morgan said shaking his head and the two dark-haired profilers laughed.

Hotch took Emily's hand and held it on top of the table, looking at his team. "Before we go back home I'd just like to talk to you guys quickly…" He started. "We know that a relationship between a supervisor and a subordinate is very bad viewed at the Bureau and we'll have to fight really hard to make this work and keep the team together… but, I just wanted to tell you guys that this" he said motioning to their joined hands "isn't something meaningless… I love this woman…" He said looking at her quickly. "And for some reason that I don't understand she loves me too… so, I don't care what I'll have to do to make this work, I will… I just wanted to ask you guys if we can count with you to have our backs if it's necessary…" He trailed off.

"You don't even have to ask, man. We're family. You two deserve to be happy and are happy together… of course we'll have your backs…" Morgan said and the others chuckled.

"And I can help you guys with Strauss and the Director when the time comes, Aaron…" Dave added and the leader profiler nodded thankfully.

"Thank you, guys. Really…" Emily said smiling. She brought Hotch's hand to her mouth and gave it a slight kiss. "I love you…" She said quietly looking at him.

"I love you too, sweetheart…" He said returning the kiss on her hand.

He knew that they would have a lot to fight against it and it wouldn't be easy to live their love. They had the job, the Bureau against them. He had to think about Jack's reaction and even if Haley would try to cause any problems about it. But like he said, he would do anything to make it work because it was the best thing that happened in his life in a very long time.

A/N: I'll end this piece here. The sequel will be up soon, I promise. We'll see how they'll work this relationship with the Bureau, Haley, Jack and their own insecurities. I'd like to thank everyone who took their time to read and review this. I'm really proud of the result of this... Thank you all!