wildlyconflicted | [For Aaron] Timed to 17 January.

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[For Aaron] Timed to 17 January.

Pepper Potts was not a woman unaccustomed to asking men out on dates. Which wasn't to say she did it often or that she did it on principle alone, because while she certainly strove to be as independent and capable a woman as possible, she wasn't anything close to a militant feminist. Her job wouldn't have allowed it, even had it appealed to her.

What Pepper was, however, was a bit beyond most men. She was attractive and intelligent and very, very successful, and when Tony didn't deter other men, all of those other factors almost invariably did. More often than not, if she wanted to date anyone, ever, she had to be the one to broach the subject. It was simple practicality, and very rarely did she think twice about it.

(In being a bit beyond most men, she was, consequently, something of a catch.)

It was fairly rare that she liked someone this much from the outset, however, and although there should have been little reason for it, Pepper was nervous in a way she'd not been since college, or possibly more telling, since Tony had reached out and drawn her so utterly into his orbit.

She liked Aaron. A lot. The vaguely dizzy, breathless feeling she got around him hearkened back to the crush she'd had on Jeff Carson in the sixth grade. Thankfully, she was a bit beyond drawing hearts around his name in the margins of her notebook, but apparently the adult equivalent was showing up for their date at the Winchester in the sexiest dress she owned and a pair of strappy heels.

If you're going to do something, you need to do it right or not at all.

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He's tempted to kiss her, right there and then, but he's also very aware of the fact that it's been a very very long time since he last touched a woman, and he means to enjoy this and he means for it to last. Instead, he reaches out with one hand and he touches the small of her back, tracing all the way up her spine and back down again, down until his fingers touch her dress, dragging a little on the fabric to touch just that little bit lower.

Pepper shivered a little despite herself and then huffed out a breathy little laugh, because it was nice, but also not entirely fair, and she was absolutely certain Aaron was aware of both.

"I didn't take you for a tease," she said, let his hand linger a moment longer against her back and then took both of his hands in her own. "I think this might be what you were going for," she assured him, placing both his hands firmly upon her hips, her own splayed atop them. "Although really, I'm flexible on placement."

"Not a tease. I'm savouring the experience."

He doesn't hesitate before his hands are moving, sliding back, because he's just spent virtually the whole walk here looking at her ass. His hands slip lower over the fabric of her dress, enjoying the way it rucks up under his touch.

He squeezes with both hands firm enough to sway their hips together.

"I have told you that you look incredible?"

"You might have mentioned it," Pepper replied with a slow smile as she slid her arms around his neck. Her gaze shifted to his mouth and then back to his eyes. "Not that I'm opposed to hearing it again, but I can probably think of a few better activities for your mouth, if it comes to it."

One-handed, Hotch drags her dress up until he can press his other hand against bare skin and, from this angle, he can't see her underwear but he can imagine.

"I'd say "if I didn't know better, I'd think you have this whole thing planned", but I absolutely don't know better than that."

Pepper's breath caught briefly in her throat, her fingers flexing against the back of Aaron's neck. "I think that might be a little harsh. I didn't plan it so much as very strongly hoped for it," she corrected with wry smirk. "I do hope you realize why I left the bathroom so abruptly that day."

"Maybe," he says, and he catches the catch in her breathing, undeniably pleasant, and his other hand slips against bare skin, fingers brushing against lace just above the cleft of her ass.

"Why don't you tell me, though?"

"I thought pushing you up against the wall would probably be a bad idea, considering your injuries," replied Pepper, her hips swaying slightly forward, eyes still fixed on his. "Not to mention that I can't imagine being covered in cleanser is very sexy."

"You looked beautiful," he says. "Upset, but beautiful. And, yes. Probably."

With regret, he takes his hands off her, but only for long enough to fist both in her dress and start pulling it upwards.

"The interesting thing about cracked ribs is that they heal in a matter of weeks, if you don't exert yourself. Had you worked that out as well?"

"If I say no, will you hold it against me?" Pepper asked, her voice finally gone a bit breathless but hands steady as ever as they slid from the back of his neck forward and down, down to the front of his trousers, which she began to work open. "I was just thinking that maybe I could try to be exceptionally careful."

"No need," promises Hotch, walking her backwards until the backs of her bare thighs hit the table. Her dress is pushed up around her waist and he reaches up to start untying the halter. There's something unbelievably sexy about a woman like Pepper with her clothes rucked up like that.

And her underwear is black lace; that much, he can make out now.

The irony of them screwing on the table after she'd gone to all the trouble of making the bed didn't escape Pepper, although she did make a secret vow to ensure they got between the sheets eventually. Belt unbuckled, she pulled open Aaron's pants, hiked up his shirt and slid a hand over the warm skin beneath, fingers trailing lower and hooking into the elastic of his underwear.

"But if you hurt yourself and can't manage an encore later because of it, I'll be very disappointed," she murmured, bracing herself against the table with one hand, bare chested and utterly shameless.

"Believe me, I'll be fine," says Hotch, crowding her with one hand sliding against the bare skin of her thigh, lifting her up and back onto the table and then shifting, his hand between them, fingers tracing over her cunt through black lace.

He bends his head, his mouth close to hers, but not kissing her, not yet.

"What do you have planned for later?"
It's pretty clear that they both know what's happening now.

It had been so long since Pepper had been touched so intimately by anyone but herself that her entire body bent with it, back bowing and shoulders rolling back, hips arcing forward.

She couldn't speak. For a moment, she legitimately could not speak.

"I'm going to get you into that bed before the night is over," she insisted, head tipping forward again, their lips barely brushing with the motion.

Hotch could see how that kind of reaction could become addictive. He traces her, presses wet lace against her while he breathes against her mouth. He doesn't know why he's holding back from kissing her, other than the waiting...The waiting feels particularly good.

"I do not foresee that being a problem, Pepper," he says, twitching aside the elastic of her panties and pressing one finger inside her and then he kisses her, kisses her hard and hungry, sucking a breath in through his nose.

Despite the considerable anticipation, it was all so sudden and for a moment, the surge of arousal was so intense that Pepper felt like she'd been beat over the head with it. A moan strangled briefly in her throat and was then muffled against Aaron's mouth and tongue at approximately the same time that she found herself able to think again, at least enough to seize the front of his shirt and jerk him forward by it, to press zealously into the kiss and rock her hips forward.

She could have slipped a hand into his underwear but didn't, instead seizing the wrist of the hand between her thighs, guiding him, sliding a finger in beside his and then, only then, moving it back to curl firmly over his erection.

If he thought about, he could probably work out exactly how long it's been since somebody else touched his cock, but, for now, he's just willing to go with the rush of it.

He sucks on her botom lip and then he breaks thekiss.

"You don't want to come like this."

Edited 2010-01-16 02:47 (UTC)

"Don't I?" Pepper breathed, and nudged up against his lips again, skin flushed and thighs spread, the edge of the table biting into the backs of her legs. "How do I want to come, then?" she asked, and moved her hand over him for the first time, one slow, maddening stroke.

"You want to come while I'm fucking you," says Hotch, and he's certain, but he doesn't need a profile for that. He rolls his hips, pushing his cock into her fingers and he's so close to her, his lips brush hers when he smiles.

"You want to come with me inside you."

"Then why aren't you there yet?" Pepper asked, imploring, hips rising to echo the slow pulse of her hand. When she let him go, it was only to slide a hand into a trouser pocket instead, lifting it a moment later to hold up a condom packet between index and middle finger with a smirk. She'd left some in the hut earlier, but it amused her to no end that she'd known he'd have at least one on him, as well.

"Don't look at me like that when I know you have condoms in here," he says, pressing another finger inside her and picking up the rhythm. Gideon hadn't been wrong when he said that a thorough and accurate profile is key.

He bends his head, kissing along her jaw.

"Go on," he prompts.

"Oh, I have several," Pepper replied, breathless but wry, smiling against the attentions of Aaron's mouth. "You aren't making this easy," she added, a fine tremble in her fingers as she opened the packet and took him in hand again so that she could roll latex smoothly down over his erection.

He traces the side of her body with his free hand, awkward with a still strapped finger, though he's got enough dexterity to cup her breast, rubbing his thumb over her nipple.

"Who said it's supposed to be easy?" he asks and, condom on, he draws his fingers out of her and nudges her thighs wider with the push of his hips.

"I'm not sure that I'm going to be much convinced by the greater satisfaction for harder work line just now," Pepper replied, thighs spread wide. One lean leg hooked over the arc of his hip, heels still on and panties, too, but at the moment she really didn't care if they got pulled off or ripped or pushed aside.

"It's always true," chides Hotch, gently, and then he presses her panties aside and starts to slide inside her, going slowly, eyes closed, for a moment. A smile ghosts across his lips.

"Of course, there is something to be said for the path of least resistance."

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