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FORTY THREE. RELIEF

THOUGH IT WAS NICE TO KNOW WHERE SHE STOOD WITH HOTCH, DAISY WAS BEYOND FRUSTRATED THAT HE'D TAKEN SO LONG. She wanted to grab him and kiss him until she couldn't breathe anymore, but she also knew that she'd suffered with his indecisiveness long enough to let him off so easy.

He was all over her as soon as they had stepped into his apartment, and as much as she felt butterflies all throughout her body, she knew she needed to get the upper hand. She gently pushed him away so that he fell onto the couch, causing his mouth to fall ajar in surprise. Yet, he still knew how the night was going to end. His smug face made her redden with annoyance, especially since it turned her on so much. "Daisy-"

"Don't," she held a finger up, smacking away the hand that tried to snake around her waist. She was trying to tell herself that she was better at keeping her shirt on than this, but him and his slightly messy hair, and rolled up sleeves, and loose tie... "Don't Daisy me. You're fucking infuriating, Hotch."

She was still in her FBI jacket with a thin shirt underneath, so she pulled it off and threw it on the floor, knowing it would irritate him. She smirked at the expression on his face - he had no idea what to do now that she was taking control.

"I'm infuriating?" Hotch shot up as she trailed through the apartment and into the bathroom to brush her teeth. He stood in the doorway with his hands on his hips, looking absolutely delectable, though she could never ever admit that to him.

"You pulled that bullshit in Vegas!" she pointed at him accusingly. "Which is fine! I respect you not wanting to have sex with me! But when I started going on dates and talking to other guys, you were suddenly all...possessive!"

"I'm sorry!" he threw his hands up in the air. "It wasn't that I didn't want to be with you, it just would have been unprofessional! I hated seeing you talking about other men because I knew they weren't me."

Daisy looked back at him with an amused expression. It was nice that he was the one baring his heart and soul this time. So, she popped her hip to the side and quirked an eyebrow. "That's real sweet, Hotch. But, those other men were pretty impressive. I mean, even Morgan had me feeling things last night."

Hotch stopped still, his hand gripping the doorframe. Daisy watched him closely, trying to figure out what he was going to do next. Her heart was about to burst out of her chest, and she could feel her stomach burning with anticipation. "Watch your mouth, Alvarez."

He stared at her with a gleam in his eyes she knew all too well. Her smirk grew, knowing she'd riled him up. "Make me."

Hotch didn't hesitate. He pushed her against the wall outside the en suite, grabbing her hands and pinning them above her head. He stared down at her, his grip so tight she couldn't go anywhere. He looked down, feeling her hot breath on his face. "Do you want this?"

Daisy responded by closing the gap between them and kissing him harshly. He quickly responded, easily matching her energy. He was just as hungry, just as eager.

Daisy moaned as one of his hands tangled in her hair, the other still holding her wrists up. He yanked on her curls slightly, intending on eliciting a response from the woman. He got what he wanted relatively quickly, the smirk now his. Daisy gripped his shirt with an intense fervour, thankful her wait was finally over. The mutual desperation between them only made them want the other more. They couldn't be closer, yet they were still so far apart.

They moved in tandem, blindly grabbing at each other as they made out, sounds of pleasure mixing with the rustling of the clothes they were trying to get out of. Daisy whined as Hotch's hand travelled down to her ass, squeezing it. With her lips parting, Hotch slid his tongue into her mouth. The kiss became sloppier, which only made the heat in Daisy's stomach intensify. Hotch grunted as she untucked his shirt, running her hands up his chest. He swore, pulling away. "Your hands are freezing."

"Suck it up," she muttered, pressing her lips to his once more. He grunted, squatting down a little so he could grab her thighs and lift her off the ground. She gasped as he nipped at her neck, carrying her to the bed and throwing her onto the mattress. She bounced slightly on impact, and her expression quickly turned into a scowl. "No need to get violent, sir."

She wanted a reaction, and boy did she get one. Hotch scoffed and pulled his shirt over his head, not bothering in taking his time with all the buttons. He unbuckled his belt, but didn't take his trousers off, instead letting them loosely hang from his hips. Instead, he lifted himself onto the bed and crawled over Daisy's half-clothed body. His hands found a place either side of her head, and he managed to keep a straight face as their chests heaved against each other. "You've got no respect for authority, do you?"

Daisy grinned, recalling what he had said to her the night they had first done this. She reached up and ran her hands through his hair, which was soft and messy compared to earlier in the day. "What gives you that idea?"

Hotch rolled his eyes and dipped his head down, kissing her with urgency. Their heads moved at different speeds as they tried to keep up with one another, as if it were a competition (nothing new to the pair, of course). It was steamy, full of anger-fuelled passion and undeniable adoration. Daisy had forgotten how good he was at this, and god, did she want more. His hips buckled when her hand teased his crotch, and he responded by grabbing her wrists again and holding them at her sides. She panted slightly, looking up at him through her lashes. He almost growled, leaning down and kissing her neck. What started as pecks slowly became more aggressive, and she whimpered at the feeling of love bites being left on her skin. Again.

Hotch seemed to enjoy the feeling of her squirming underneath him. He pressed his lips against her collarbone, a light smile playing at his mouth. A soft gasp escaped her, the feeling of his touch sending her over the edge. God, he was such an attractive man. "Tonight, I'm in charge, and you're going to listen."

Daisy went to move her hands up to his hair once more, but he pushed them further into the mattress.

"What did I just say?" he scolded in a tone so deep that Daisy nearly melted. She inhaled sharply, crossing her legs to ease some of the tension building within her. Noticing her movements, Hotch stuck his knee between her thighs and pushed them apart once more. She fought back a whine, but a strangled sound ended up coming out of her mouth. "Naughty girl. Tell me you understand."

Daisy didn't want to give him the satisfaction in complying. It wasn't in her nature to stand down, but in this case all she wanted was him. She closed her eyes for a moment, and thought about how much of her dignity she was about to give up. She knew this would be embarrassing in the long run, and that he'd probably use it against her. But, it was worth it considering what she'd get as a reward. "I understand."

"I understand, what?"

"Don't make me say it," she grumbled, followed by a gasp as his lips trailed down to the crevice between her breasts. Her stomach did a backflip as he hovered over her, only leaving her even more desperate. "Oh, for fuck's sake! Fine! I understand, sir. Are you happy now?"

Hotch let go of her hands and reached down to squeeze her upper thighs, moving them upward so that he was between her legs. She bucked her hips up at the sensation, and he chuckled. "So needy. You know, it's refreshing to see you so submissive."

"Shut up," she huffed irritably, feeling so sexually frustrated she nearly wanted to take care of herself if he wouldn't. She told him this, too. "My fingers are just as good as yours, Hotchner."

Hotch hummed against her skin, creating a vibration that sent waves through her body. Wetness pooled in her underwear, and she could feel him getting harder by the second. Why couldn't he just get it over with?

"You're such a tease," she complained, throwing her head against the pillow as he peppered kisses across her body, starting to peel the rest of her clothes off. His hands were taking such care that she was getting more and more annoyed. "Hotch, come on."

"Why should I?" he taunted. "What, are you just going to call Morgan? Or Richard Whittle?"

"I could," she retorted, her hands wrapping around the back of his neck to pull him down for another kiss. "Or maybe you could finally show me what I've been missing out on."

Hotch finally gave in, yanking her panties down and throwing them on the floor of the room. She inhaled sharply as the cool air hit her, and she tightened her grip on him. He looked down, his eyes widening a little at the sight, but his lips maintained his cocky smirk. "Excited, are we?"

Daisy glared at him, nodding towards the tent in his pants. "Like you can say anything."

Hotch lowered himself down and hooked his arms around her thighs. Without warning, he pulled her down the bed and his mouth met her warm opening. She gasped as she finally received the pleasure she had sought out, and boy, did it not disappoint. Hotch was particularly skilled in this department, and he made sure to remind her.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling on the strands hard enough that he'd grunt in satisfaction as he brought her to the edge. His hands massaged her thighs, only stimulating her further, and she threw her head back into the pillow, chewing on her lip. "Fuck, Aaron."

Hotch instantly pulled back at her filthy words, and Daisy whimpered at loss of contact. She looked up, seeing his lips glistening with her arousal.

"What are you doing?" she whined, pushing herself onto her elbows. "Hotch."

"Stop being such a brat," he grumbled, forcing her legs apart once more as she tried to create friction to relieve herself. He pushed himself up and kicked off his boxers, before rummaging around in his bedside drawer. Daisy lips parted at the sight of him, no stranger to his impressive body.

She watched him towering over her, a grin on her face. "Well, what are you waiting for?"

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ewwwwww gross

hm anyway now that that's over what do i do now

oh also i've started a spencer fic and the love interest will not be marnie but rhea!!! she'll be portrayed by zoë kravitz and hopefully it'll be cute BUT it's gonna be set in season 8 so i'll probably have to finish this before i publish but idk

the cover is ugly as FUCK but maybe one day there'll be a nicer one so SUCK IT UP FOLKS LMAOOOOOO

oh and i made a trailer but it's kinda bad so i'll post it when i've made it look a little more decent (also when it's not a chapter about sexy time that some won't read)

okay, byeee!!!!