H/E Our Daily Life

Written by Ilovetvalot.



In Pieces

She was a craving. A dark addiction. Her body beckoned him with еще conductivity than any magnet he’d ever been exposed to. And now that he’d allowed himself that one forbidden taste, he needed more. His desire for her left a smoky taste in his mouth, his body a raging inferno as he watched her Переместить across the bullpen below him.

Damn her and her bewitching body for doing this to him.

He knew he was a man…he had normal healthy urges like every other red-blooded male…but this…this was different. This feeling was consuming…all encompassing and he knew...

Writen by sienna27

Post ep for Conflicted.

Into the Black

Emily lined up the shots in front of her on the bar.

Three.

That’s as many as the bartender would give her at once. She stared at them, watching the light spill through the amber liquid. Comparing the shade of brown with the one on her pants earlier. She’d knelt in a pool of blood. Not the first time. And it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

She picked up the first shot, tossed it back, closing her eyes as the liquor burned her throat. She turned the little glass around in her fingers, feeling the smooth curves before she placed it upside...

Written by ilovetvalot.
This part is following after "The End of the Delusion". There will be probably a third part.



Not Without a Fight

Staring blindly at the bedroom door Emily had just vacated, Hotch swallowed. Hearing the audible snap of his front door closing galvanized him into motion, his legs falling over the side of the постель, кровати and his feet hitting the floor within seconds. And all the while his body was moving, his mind was moving even faster, the Вопросы flowing in newly forming synapses. What the hell exactly had just happened? What changed?

Glancing at the flashing alarm clock on his...

Written by Kavi Leighanna.




Just a Fix

Hotch chewed the inside of his cheek as he looked down at the dark head, resting on the секунда pillow. He’d slept with her. Again. That would make four times since Foyet’s attack. Four times he’d had sex with Emily Prentiss after his world was ripped away from him.

He was addicted to her, there was no Вопрос about that. He was addicted to the safety, to the friendship, but he was taking advantage of it. Logically, he was well aware of that. Emily deserved better than his broken shell and even Hotch knew he couldn’t give her еще than that. Quite...

Written by Montiese,lairofthemuses@LJ



Last Night a DJ Saved My Life

Hotch thought the guy сказал(-а) his name was Trent but he was far away and could have been lying. He also knew that Emily must have been genuinely interested because she introduced herself as Emily. She never used her real name in bars; she was either Cassandra или Rachel. Hotch didn’t think either one of those names fit her but guys usually fell for it. They seemed to fall for anything. Of course the same could be сказал(-а) about the women in a bar on any дана night. Still, this encounter seemed different and the FBI Agent watched with...

Written by montiese@LJ.
Note: Emily and Hotch are married and have a baby daughter called Sabrina.



The Sense of Completion

He gently stroked her back, listening to her soft breathing in his ear as her cheek rested on his shoulder. Nat King Cole crooned from the stereo across the room. He sang about smiling even as your сердце was breaking; Hotch held her closer. There had been crying earlier and it broke his сердце to ever see tears in her eyes. It was a fact of life and nature, but he did not have to like it.

Hotch just swayed, letting the Музыка guide his barefooted steps. He inhaled the sweet...

Written by dreamgoddess'92.



Saving You

"You ran,” his voice echoed in the empty hallway. Emily found that her voice had literally left the building. She was caught off guard and unawares as he spoke once more. “Emily, Ты ran from me.” Aaron Hotchner, her boss of all people, сказал(-а) forcefully trying desperately to snap her out of her current daze. Emily simply continued to stare in awe at the disheveled appearance of her boss as the day’s Назад events replayed in her head like a projector.

Previously:

To say it had been a hard case was a drastic understatement. Their unsub had been a sadistic...

Written by ilovetvalot.




The Chance

Touching Emily’s arm lightly as they disembarked from the BAU jet an час after his conversation with Dave ended, Hotch said, his voice low, “Emily, we need to talk.”

Lifting uncertain dark eyes to his, she whispered, “I wondered when we’d get around to this conversation.”

“I’ve been…distracted. I apologize.”

Shrugging as he followed her to their waiting SUV, she replied, “Understandable, Hotch. When do Ты want to do this, Hotch.”

“I thought maybe Ты could come by my place tonight,” Hotch suggested uneasily.

Licking her lips, Emily murmured,...