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Aaron sighed heavily as he stood alone packing up box after box. The Doyle case had been a lot, too much, not only personally but the actual work. There were documents after documents, file after file, so much of it needed to be stacked into piles before being put into boxes to be shipped to Clyde Easter for their own case against Ian.
He was dead, and Aaron couldn’t lie and say that he wasn’t happy about it. Because it meant that Emily was back. He smiled at the thought of the brunette, the beautiful woman that was waiting for him in her apartment. They had been on the cusp of something just before Doyle showed up, his attraction towards his subordinate finally erupting as they spent a night together.
It was supposed to be one night, one time, but it doesn’t stay that way and they begin something more, a few hours of using each other to forget about the horrors of what they had seen. An outlet used to forget. But then Doyle crashes into their lives, and changes all of them forever. The months he spent without her made him realize that whatever it was between them was deeper than what he had initially thought. He missed her in a way he had only missed one other person before, Haley, and that realization forced him to come to terms with his feelings.
He was in love with Emily.
She comes back seven months later and he’s unsurprised that she shows up at his door the same night they track Doyle down. He spends the night twisted in sheets and her and when she presses a soft kiss to his chest he finds himself holding her closer.
“I missed you.” She whispers and it’s the closest she’s ever come to showing her true feelings towards him.
“I missed you too.” He presses a kiss against her forehead and she looks up at him with soft eyes and her cheeks still tinted pink from pleasure. “I want this, want more.” He brushes some of her dark hair behind her ear and she smiles.
“I’ve wanted more for a long time, I want you.”
So that’s how they start out, still so early in their relationship. It’s only been a few weeks but now he’s standing in his office packing up one of the most traumatic cases of their life and he has a wonderful woman waiting for him once he’s done. He’s in love with her, not that he’s told her that yet but he knew he did. After Haley, he didn’t think he’d ever love another woman but he had never been more wrong.
He sighs as he clips another file together and then reaches for another evidence box. It’s late, he’s tired and rushing and he accidentally knocks over the box, sending its contents over the floor.
“Damn it.” He mutters lowly while reaching down to pick up the papers that’s scattered on the floor as well as a couple of USBs. He doesn’t think much of them as he puts them back on his desk neatly. It had to be tapes of when Ian was interrogated before being sent to North Korea. He looks at the USB’s again, curiosity getting the better of him. His gaze flittered out at the empty bullpen quickly, he was alone, it was late, no one would know if he watched a few minutes of the tape. He had barely gotten to interact with Doyle, he was gone by the time they had found Emily in the warehouse, he was shot dead before he had the chance to talk to him. And he hated him, but he was still curious.
With that thought in mind he picks up one of the thumb drives and sticks it into the outlet of his personal laptop before sitting down at his desk. Sure enough there’s a file on it, a video emoticon and he clicks it quickly.
Immediately he’s greeted by the last thing he’s expecting. The video starting in the middle of Emily and Ian on a bed, both on their knees, Emily leaning back against Ian’s chest, naked and panting. Aaron’s eyes widen as his brain tries to comprehend what he’s seeing, he wants to look away but he can’t, his eyes glued to the screen.
“You’re so wet for me Lauren.” Ian slaps her clit and Emily gasps, her head leaning back against his shoulder before he roughly pushes her down.
“Ian-.” She moans, her voice rough and thick with want “more, harder.”
Aaron watches with narrowed eyes but feels his cock react to the sound of her voice, want stirring low in his abdomen.
Ian chuckles breathlessly behind her and quickly grabs her hands and secures them behind her back with a strong hold. He keeps her immobilized and Emily’s moans become breathier, needier.
“You can’t get enough, can you love?” He pushes his hips so hard against her that her entire body rocks forward with the motion and she bites the sheets between her teeth.
Aaron quickly stops the tape, arousal and anger mixing in his gut at the frozen screen in front of him. He thinks back to his time, although short with Emily, but they had never had sex like that. It was rough, filthy and he could see how much she was enjoying it. The thought of her needing more from him, that he wasn’t pleasing her properly sent a flash of jealousy through him, a need to claim her almost overtaking him. It doesn’t surprise him that a man like Ian craved control in every aspect of his life, what did surprise him though, was Emily’s willingness, how she seemed to revel in it.
His hands shake when he takes the second USB and removes the first one. He needed to make sure it wasn’t an interrogation tape, he justified, because he would be burning both of those thumb drives, they weren’t evidence, no one would ever see Emily like that again, except for him.
The video starts playing and he suddenly hears himself groan at the sight of Emily, handcuffed to a bed, the camera moving over her naked body.
“You look so good like this, my love.” Ian’s voice sounds and Emily smiles lazily. “Cuffed and at my mercy.”
The camera moves shakily before her face comes into focus and a cock is pushed between her lips. She chokes on it as Ian pushes far down her throat, tears springing to her eyes as she looks up at the camera. The low grunts coming from Ian seem to spur her on and she opens her mouth and sticks her tongue out.
“Fuck my face.” She gasps, saliva dripping from her bottom lip and a dirty look in her eye.
Aaron watches as Ian does just that, stuck somewhere between jealousy and want as he watches the screen. He knows he should turn it off, this wasn’t for him to see. But then the camera moves again, a dull thud sounding as Ian puts it down on a table before getting onto the bed again.
“You’re going to beg to come.” He growls before pushing inside her roughly, earning a grunt from Emily who arches her back, her body bending gracefully. “Tell me why.” Ian grabs her throat and squeezes, his face close to hers as he stays deep inside of her.
“Because I’m yours.” She gets out through a few strangled breaths, a smile on her lips when he squeezes harder around her throat. “My pleasure is yours, you decide if I deserve it.”
“That’s right.” He claims her lips in a kiss before he starts to move, only breaking away when Emily is gasping for breath. “My perfect thing.”
Aaron watches for another minute, sees the way Emily writhes in pleasure as Ian fucks into her so hard he’s sure she must be in pain. But she’s enjoying it, her face blissful and her body chasing his. It’s nowhere near as rough as he’s been with her and he wonders if she really is as satisfied with him physically as she says.
He grabs the second USB and angrily closes his laptop. He needed to get to Emily’s, he needed to erase the images that are playing on a loop in his mind. When he stands he ignores the heavy feeling between his legs, his body stuck in need and anger.
She notices immediately that something is wrong, his jaw tense and eyebrows furrowed as he walks past her into her apartment.
“What happened? What’s wrong?” She tries to reach for him but he quickly grabs her by the shoulders and pushes her against the wall. “Aaron!” The surprise is evident in her voice as she looks up at him with wide eyes.
“You’re mine, right?” His voice is tight with emotion and she feels her confusion only become worse.
“What?” She carefully cups his cheek and when he doesn’t pull away she takes that as a good sign.
“Tell me you’re mine.” He pushes his forehead against hers, his eyes intense as he holds her worried stare and keeps her pinned against the wall by a firm hold on her hips.
“I’m yours. Who else’s would I be?” She bites her bottom lip nervously when she feels him physically relax some, but his eyes are almost desperate in the way they look at her. “Honey, what’s going on?”
For a few seconds he doesn’t say anything, but he won’t hide this from her. He knew he had overstepped boundaries and she needed to know that.
“I saw the tapes.”
She immediately tenses and he prepares for her to push him away but it doesn’t come. Instead she looks worried, almost scared.
“I-I thought I had destroyed them all. Ian, he- he liked taping us.” When Aaron lets go of her hip with one hand to dig out two USBs from his pocket she takes them quickly.
“I guess these were in his apartment where he was hiding out. They were in an evidence box.” He doesn’t stop her when she throws them to the ground and quickly stomps on them, effectively breaking both thumb drives.
“I’m so embarrassed.” She shakes her head and looks back up at him. “I’m sorry you saw that.”
It’s the last thing he expected her to say.
“You’re not upset with me? For watching?” He can still feel anger simmering in his veins at the thought of Ian touching her, of him claiming her back then and now, the burn still a sore subject for her.
“It depends on why you watched them, and for how long.” She can still clearly see the distress on him, how furious he is but he doesn’t seem to be angry at her. She had worried that he would be, that he would hate that part of her that he still didn’t know much about yet. Back then she might have been playing a part but she knew he had seen that she truly had enjoyed that time spent with Ian, even if she hated herself for it.
“I thought it was interrogation videos, I watched the first one for a minute or two. The second I watched cause I wanted to know if it was the same thing and I watched that for about the same time as the first.” He searches her face for a moment and when she shrugs with a sigh he takes her hand. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have watched either of them.”
“No you shouldn’t have.” Her voice is gentle when she speaks, her hand squeezing his once. “Are you upset about the tapes? Or something else?”
At that he freezes, his eyes hardening slightly as he swallows.
“I’m not upset that you made the tapes, I know there’s a lot of things you had to do that you didn’t want to.” He takes a step back from her, almost afraid of the jealousy that once again feels like it’s consuming him. “But you liked how rough he treated you, you liked when he grabbed you so hard I’m sure you bruised. You- you liked it.”
For a few tense seconds he watches different emotions flash over her face, surprise, regret and finally anger as she starts to pace.
“So what if I did? I wasn’t supposed to enjoy it because I was undercover? Because it was a job? I liked having sex with him so I’m a whore?” The way her voice breaks makes it clear to him that this is something she’s thought about, that it’s something that’s been bothering her but it’s not what’s been bothering him. That thought hadn’t even crossed his mind.
“No I’m upset because we don’t have sex like that, I’m angry because he’s claimed you in every way he could and now I’m worried that I don’t satisfy you. That you’re not happy!” When his voice rises she stops in her tracks, all traces of anger gone as she looks at him with nothing but tenderness.
“How could you ever think that?” She grabs his face with both hands to make sure he’s looking at her. “I’m so happy with you that it terrifies me, honey. It’s not about the sex, it’s about you. Us.” It’s not enough for him even though it should be and she notices immediately. He’s still so tense, so angry that he almost vibrates with it and for a moment she’s unsure how to go forward.
Then he’s looking at her with something close to wild, determination etched into his face as he suddenly grabs her wrists and pins them above her head against the wall again. She doesn’t fight him, she knows what he’s doing, what he needs. And if she was going to be completely honest with herself, she wanted it too. She wanted him to feel better, to never doubt that she was wholly his and if this is what he needed to do that she was more than happy to oblige.
“Tell me.” His voice is graveled as he speaks close to her face and it sends a shiver down her spine.
“I’m yours.” She hisses when his hold on her wrists turns painful but heat settles between her legs. It wasn’t that she was afraid Aaron would judge her for her darker side, she just didn’t think he would be interested in it. But she was wrong, the evidence of how much he’s enjoying this is pressing against her hip and she wants nothing more than to feel him.
“I’m going to pick you apart,” His lips ghost over her lips, down her jaw and neck where he places a single kiss. “going to make sure the only name you’ll ever scream is mine.” A bite to her collarbone makes her whine. “I’m going to make you come until every memory of any man you’ve been with is gone.” He licks a stripe up the other side of her neck. “You’re going to beg me to stop.” His eyes find hers when his other hand comes around her neck, holding just enough to feel her pulse race under skin. “But I won’t, not until I’ve had my fill. Because you’re mine Emily.”
She’s already panting, squirming against the wall with want and he smiles at her, something feral in his eye. When he kisses her it’s hard, his tongue forcing her lips apart as he swallows down her moan.
He’s unsure of what part of him has been brought to the surface, the only thing he can think about is Emily and how he needs to claim her as his. Because he was hers, truly and fully hers. When they break apart he picks her up and she wraps her legs tightly around his waist as he carries her through the apartment until he can throw her on the bed.
“Get naked.” He growls as he throws his suit jacket on the floor, eyes locked on hers as he starts to unbutton his shirt. She’s only wearing a sweatshirt and tights, so she’s naked before he’s even gotten to the last button and he smiles appreciatively at her naked body until he notices the way she’s trying to hide the scars om her body. “Stop.”
She freezes at the word, her hand dropping from the burn on her chest and he quickly gets on the bed to hover over her, his shirt hanging loosely from his shoulders.
“That burn means nothing, do you understand me?” He grips her chin in his hand. “He’s nothing, you don’t hide it, you are not going to be ashamed of it. You survived, and he didn’t.” When she gives him a quick nod after a few seconds he kisses her, something that’s softer, more comforting than before, and she seems to relax into the bed. “Do you need to stop?” He mumbles, his eyes searching hers and she gently caresses her thumb over his cheek.
If she needed to stop they would in a heartbeat, she knew they would. But she didn’t need to stop, and Aaron needed this. She never wanted him to feel like he wasn’t enough for her again.
“I don’t want to stop.” She whispers and after a few moments of him studying her he kisses her again before standing back up.
“Touch yourself.” He mutters and when her cheeks flush pink he hums lowly, satisfaction tingling down his spine as she slowly moves her hand down her body. When two of her fingers dip inside of her to draw some of her slick to her clit, he continues to undress. He watches with dark eyes as she rubs her clit in slow, tight circles and he unbuckles his belt, only giving her a quick nod when she faulters to look up at him.
She sighs softly as she watches him through heavy lidded eyes. He looks powerful as he stands in front of her and her fingers move in faster circles at the sight of him. Her eyes stay on him as he kicks his pants and boxers off and a breathy moan falls from her lips at how hard he is, his tip shining already.
Without warning he grabs her ankles and pulls her to the edge of the bed and she makes a noise of surprise at the sudden movement.
“Jesus, honey I- Fuck!” Her words are cut off by his mouth on her, his tongue dipping inside of her with a low grunt as he kneels on the floor before moving higher to press the flat of his tongue against her clit. He makes a noise, graveled and low when her hips buckle into his face and he sucks the little nub between his lips, making her moan louder.
There was no mistaking what he was doing, she thought as he pushed two fingers inside of her and immediately curled them inside of her. He had learned quickly what she liked, what build her up fast and hard and what drove her crazy with teasing touches. Right now he wanted her to come quickly, his tongue insistent on her clit and his fingers pushing right against the spot that made her thighs tremble.
“God, so good.” She gasped as her fingers twisted in the sheets in some vain attempt to ground her. Her back arches and his other hand find its way to one of her breasts, his rough fingers twisting her nipple until she’s a mess of breathy moans and louder whimpers.
Aaron hums against her clit as she starts to tense and he sucks her clit hard enough to make her cry out before soothing it with his tongue. He flicks her clit quickly, once, twice, three times and then she’s coming with his name on her lips. As her body trembles he lets go of her breast to keep her hips to the bed, his forearm pressing down across her hipbones as she rides out her high. Her walls are spasming around his fingers, her chest heaving as she tries to draw enough air into her lungs and he can’t look away from her.
He waits until her body is relaxed before moving from the floor and gets on the bed beside her, his lips ghosting over her face as he continues to watch her. His hand moves back between her legs, his fingers quickly pushing inside of her and his thumb finding her clit and she jerks away from his touch.
“Baby, what are you doing?” She breathes heavily as he starts to move his fingers hard, keeping them curled and her legs close instinctively.
“Open your legs. You’re going to come again.” He is still filled with some sort of need, jealousy still licking at his insides as he pictures Ian with her. When she relaxes enough he kisses her to swallow up the moan that falls from her as he starts to move his fingers.
“Fuck, Aaron… it’s too much.” She pants when he moves to kiss down her neck and she feels his lips curl into a smile against her skin as he pushes his palm against her clit.
“No it’s not.” He bites down on the junction of her shoulder and neck. “You don’t think I can’t feel that you’re already clenching around my fingers? You get so fucking tight when you come sweetheart.”
He wasn’t wrong, her body reacting to him like it always did. She could feel her thighs tremble and her hips started to move against his fingers as heat built low in her belly. The pleasure spreads like fire through her veins, another orgasm building quicker than she thought possible. Aaron was kissing her, his hand moving over her skin, touching, rubbing, grabbing, he was everywhere and when he breathed heavily in her ear she felt her body responding to it.
“Come for me.”
She’s sure the sound that rips from her throat is far too loud but she can’t hear anything through the ringing in her ears, can’t feel anything besides earth shattering pleasure as he continues to whisper praise and dirty words in her ear.
“I love when you come.” He mutters lowly as he slowly removes his fingers and quickly wipes his hand on the sheets before rolling on top of her. “Let’s do that again.”
She’s still delirious from pleasure, her mind still hazy and eyes unfocused when he pushes inside of her. The groan that leaves her sounds punched out, breathless and she looks up at him with heavy lidded eyes.
“I don’t think I can.” She says, a loud gasp leaving her as he starts to move with hard thrusts, his hips pressing against hers in a way he never had before. “Oh my God.”
He grins down at her when her eyes roll back and her legs wrap around his hips.
“Oh I think you can.” He mutters before catching her lips and a kiss as he snaps his hips harder against hers. “You’re not done yet.”
She bites down hard enough on his shoulder to leave a mark, but he barely feels it as he moves above her. Her body clings to his, her nails digging into his back and ribs and her legs wrapped around him and he groans his pleasure into her skin, leaves his own marks on her as she pants and moans underneath him.
It’s not long until he feels her start to tighten around him and he knows he looks close to smug when he looks down at her.
“That’s it, good girl.” He breathes against her lips and she whimpers in return. “Does that feel good? Say my name sweetheart.”
“Aaron, fuck it’s so good. I’m so close.” She isn’t sure how he does it, how he draws pleasure from her body effortlessly. “Aaron!” Her orgasm rips through her so quickly she’s sure she’s going to pass out, the pleasure close to painful as her entire body tenses for a few second before starting to tremble. She can’t speak, she can barely breathe as unintelligible sounds fall from her lips until the world comes back into focus.
He doesn’t give her a moment to come down this time, instead he flips her around effortlessly and drags her to her hands and knees. Her body is still shaking sightly and he knows it’s dumb but he feels proud that he’s able to get her like this. His hand grabs her hips tightly and she hisses.
“Should I stop?” He asks lowly and he sees her shake her head.
“No, fuck no.” She braces herself for the first push of his hips, the grunt of his name rolling off her tongue as she lets him set the pace. It’s hard and rough and everything he hadn’t been with her and she realized that a part of her had missed this. It wasn’t that she wasn’t satisfied with him, but there was something about the close to feral way he was taking her that was making heat tingle through her body.
He groans as sweat rolls down his temple, his eyes fastened on her and the way she was letting him take her. The power of his thrusts soon make her fall to her elbows to take him easier and when she whines his name, low and needy, he finally feels some of the jealousy lessen. She was with him, she wanted him, she was his. With that thought in mind he sneaks one hand around her body and when his fingers find her clit she instinctively twists away.
“Don’t you dare.” He growls and she stills but it’s not enough for him and he pulls her to her knees. “You got at least one more in you.” His lips are by her ear, one hand still between her legs as the other pins her to his body.
“I-I’ve never…” She trails off when he thrusts quickly once before stilling again.
“Never what? Come more that three times?” He waits until she nods before starting to circle her clit with sure movements, his hips dragging slower, but deep inside of her. “You’re going to tonight.”
She whimpers, her hands digging into his forearms as he fucks into her. It’s heavy thrusts, her back flush to his chest. His breathing against her neck makes her shiver, the sweat is clinging to both of them, his fingers are insistent on her clit and for reasons unknown to her, she feels her hips start to push back against him. He notices immediately, a sound close to smug falling against her neck as he breathes heavily behind her.
“Look at that.” He muses as he circles her clit in tighter circles.
“Only you get me like this.” She breathes, her head falling back onto his shoulder as her eyes close, completely giving into him.
“And why is that?” He feels her tightening around his cock and he groans at the feeling.
“Because I’m yours.”
The words make him snap, his hips pushing against her harder, his arm tightening around her and she moans louder.
“Again.” He can feel her muscles tensing as her thighs tremble in an effort to keep standing on her knees.
“I’m yours.” She almost begs and when he presses down hard on her clit she comes again with a rough grunt. As her eyesight blackens out she feels him holding her hard against his body, his grip the only thing keeping her up and she knows she’s breaking the skin on his arm with her own hold on him.
He barely waits until she’s slumping before laying her down on the bed and rolling her onto her back again. When she looks at him with a lazy smile he pushes back inside of her with a low hiss.
“You feel so good, so fucking amazing when you come.” He mumbles, his forehead falling to her shoulder as he moves above her. It’s slower thrusts, longer pushes of his hips, less frantic as he feels the last of his unease leave him. He feels her touch become more gentle, her lips tasting the sweat on his skin as she peppers kisses against his collarbone, his shoulder, up his neck until she can catch his lips in a desperate kiss.
“I was never his. No matter what I had to say.” She whispers quietly, her eyes intent on his, holding his gaze until he nods. “I’m yours, Aaron.”
“And I’m yours.” He kisses her again, something that’s quick and messy as his own pleasure starts to build by each thrust of his hips.
There was something about the angle, about the way he was touching her and looking at her that made her feel that familiar pressure inside of her. She didn’t think she’d be able to come again, but then he gets one hand between them and his fingers start to toy with her oversensitive clit and she gasps.
“Come with me.” He breathes, desperation lazed in his command and she feels herself nod without question.
He groans her name, his eyes fastened on hers as they chase pleasure in each other’s skin. She comes only seconds before he does, her orgasm quick and gentle as her body spasms against his. When he comes it’s with a breathless grunt, the sound falling against her face as he keeps his hips pressed tightly against hers.
She doesn’t let go of him, keeps him as close to her as she can as he presses a few gentle kisses against her neck, then cheek and finally lips until he rolls off her. He only moves away to drag the cover over them before pulling her into him.
“Baby, that was so good.” She’s still panting, her chest heaving and body limp when she looks up at him.
“I’ve never done something like that.” He chuckles nervously. “Was it too much? Are you okay, did I hurt you?” As the veil of arousal and need disappeared he was afraid that he had gone too far but she only shakes her head with a smile.
“It was great.” She stamps a kiss on his lips. “Are you okay though? How was that for you?” For a moment she wondered if he regretted it, that he would end up feeling self-hatred for what they had done.
“I’m okay, I just- I didn’t know I had that in me.” He sees the worried look on her face and he smiles reassuringly at her. “I liked it though, a lot. There was something really fulfilling about it, about you trusting me that way.”
She smiles softly back at him as he cups her cheek.
“I trust you with everything Aaron. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.” She lets him turn them until he’s hovering above her, his brown eyes gentle as he looks at her.
“I love you, you do know that right?” He wasn’t surprised when she tensed slightly underneath him, but he holds her gaze.
“I-” She starts but the words get caught in her throat. It’s the first time a man has said that to her since Ian and she feels her stomach twist as her heart hammers in her chest.
“I’ve loved you for a long time, I just didn’t realize it until you were gone.” He continues, his voice just above a whisper. “And you don’t need to say it back, I don’t expect you to. But I don’t want to go another day without you knowing it.”
She listens intently as he speaks, her mind screaming at her to run away, that it’s too much too fast. But there’s another part of her, a piece of her that finally feels like it’s falling into place that makes her stop and she takes a steadying breath.
“Remember when I told you I’ve wanted you for a long time that first night back after Paris?” She waits for him to nod. “What I really meant is that I’ve loved you. For so long that I don’t know how not to anymore.”
At her words he smiles and it’s big and hurts his cheeks and he can’t believe that this is how this night is ending. Any doubts he had were gone, because she loved him and he loved her. It was everything he wanted, everything he needed. He was hers, utterly and completely hers.