(9) day off

Pressing Aaron against your chest, you hold onto him tightly. His hands are clawing into your shirt. You feel the stress, and fear, and pain leave his body with every sob. With every staggered breath, his body relaxes more. Whispering affirmations, you run your hand through his hair, caressing the back of his neck.

Eventually, his chest isn't heaving as much anymore, and he lifts his head. You clasp it with both hands. His cheeks are wet under your lips when you start to litter his face with kisses. You feel the muscles of his face move when he starts to smile. Still a little breathless, he tilts his head and kisses your lips. You sink back into the cushion, letting your hands wander down Aaron's naked back.

He lets out a sigh and coaxes your lips open to push his tongue into your mouth. You push your tongue against his and simultaneously trace his spine with your finger. Getting to touch new parts of his body is exciting.

After he pressed another kiss to your lips, he puts his head back onto your chest and you throw your arms around him. His weight on you makes you sleepy and your eyes flutter shut.

"God?" Aaron mumbles into the blanket.

"Yeah?" You chuckle with your eyes closed.

"Should we take a nap now and have dinner later?"

"You want to go out?"

"It's Friday, we're going on a date." He slurs the words a little, already half-asleep, which makes it even cuter.

- - - - - - - - - -

Feeling today's events in every muscle, you ask Aaron to cook and eat at home. Gladly, he agrees.

"We'll go out tomorrow?"

"Definitely." You kiss his cheek.

Him in sweatpants and a shirt, you in leggings and a sweater, you walk down to the kitchen.

"Babe? Your fridge is empty." Aaron states.

The pet name makes you smile. Looking at your watch, you tell him: "Not much longer."

"Okay, ehm, wine until then?"

You open the cupboard with the glasses and hand him two. While Aaron fills them up, you get the bouquet he got you and you let dry upside down. He looks surprised when you bring it inside. With a strand, you hang it up on the otherwise empty kitchen wall.

He hands you one of the glasses and you take a sip. Aaron looks at you quietly for a moment.

"You kept and dried it?"

"Of course."

"Of course?"

"It's pretty. And you got it for me."

Coming closer, he puts his arm around you to press you against his chest. You lift your head so that he can lean down and kiss you. It's so tender. You hum and caress his cheek.

The doorbell rings and he lets go of you. Quickly, you take another sip before putting the glass down on the kitchen counter and briskly walking to the hallway. You open the door to find one of your assistants with two big bags of groceries waiting for you.

"Thank you for coming on such short notice."

"No worries." She assures you.

"How much do I owe you?"

"Forty-six and some."

You get your wallet and hand her a hundred bucks.

"Keep the change. Enjoy your weekend." You smile.

"Oh, wow, thank you." Happy, she puts it in her back pocket.

You see her look behind you as Aaron comes to take the bags inside. She looks him up and down and only snaps out of it when Aaron says: "Thank you."

"You're welcome." She gives you a nod and turns to walk to her car.

Back in the kitchen, Aaron asks: "Was that your assistant?"

"One of them."

He chuckles: "Sorry, when did you ask one of your assistants to bring you food?"

Squinting, you take another sip of your wine: "While you were asleep. They do it like once a week if I'm busy."

"Show off." He mumbles.

"What was that?" You step closer.

The corners of Aaron's mouth twitch: "Show off."

You grab his firm ass: "The only thing I just showed off is my boyfriend. She basically drooled over you."

He blinks in surprise: "What?"

"There's a reason I call you daddy. Now come on." You nod towards the groceries.

Aaron's cheeks flush and he needs another big sip of his wine before he helps you make dinner.

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"Don't take this the wrong way." He says and swallows the food in his mouth. "But why were you single?"

You put down the fork and observe his face. He gets nervous when you don't answer immediately, shifting in his seat.

"Men don't like me."

His mouth falls open: "Excuse me?"

You shrug your shoulders: "Most of them anyways. I'm intimidating."

Aaron leans against the table: "Yeah but that's hot."

That makes you laugh: "Glad you feel this way. Men usually can't deal with a smart, strong-headed women, let alone want to have sex with one or be in a relationship."

"I want to feel sorry for them, but I honestly don't." He smiles.

After dinner, you put on some music and do the dishes with Aaron. While you dry off the plates, he comes to stand right behind you. He puts one of his arms around your waist and his head on your shoulder. Kissing the side of your neck, he presses his chest to your back, and you feel the heat radiating off of him. You put down the towel and let your head fall back, giving him better access. He starts to gently suck on your skin, causing your pulse to quicken.

One of his hands wanders under your sweater and it's the first time, you realize, that he touches your bare chest as you're not wearing a bra. His fingers twitch at the sensation of the soft flesh and you feel his dick harden against your butt cheeks.

His breath on the side of your neck, you reach for his crotch. Aaron moans into your ear when you grab his dick through his pants and start to rub it.

"We should go upstairs." He murmurs with a husky, extra-deep voice.

You make it to the top of the stairs before he sweeps you off your feet and makes you put your legs around him, carrying you the rest of the way to the bedroom. As you kiss him and grind your hips down to create friction, he stumbles a little and you bump into the door frame. It makes you giggle as Aaron breathlessly apologizes.

When he lets you down on the bed, you keep your legs locked around him and force him to fall onto you. His erect dick is presses against your core, and you both groan. Moving your hips, you keep dragging your lap over it until your feel the wetness pool between your thighs. Aaron is pushing your sweater up and hums at the sight of your naked chest. With both hands, he grabs your tits and squeezes them roughly.

You put your hands to his shoulders and push him off you. He rolls to his side and you take off your sweater as well as pants. Simultaneously, Aaron is leaning over to your nightstand, getting out a condom. You take off the rest of your clothes and let them fall to the ground next to the bed. When he crawls back to you, you take the condom and lay it down for a second. You grab his shirt and pull it over his head. Aaron's chest bare before you, you lean into him and start to littler it with kisses, gently biting him in the process. He moans and grabs your tits again in response, pinching your nipples.

You look up at him and he leans down to kiss you with wet lips. Your hands let go off his chest and grab his face instead, laying down on your back and pulling him with you. Only when he takes off his boxers, you break the kiss to get the condom.

Quickly, Aaron takes it and rolls it over his dick, at which you stare in amazement. You're sure you'll never get tired of looking at it. Especially right before you're about to have it inside you. Propping himself up on his arms left and right of your head, Aaron finds your lips again and kisses you while he rolls his hips forwards. You moan into his mouth when you feel him pushing into you. "All wet for me." He whispers, the lust in his voice sending shivers down your spine. "All hard for me." You reply.

Aaron rests his head in the crook of your neck and starts to move. Gentle at first but quickly picking up in pace. When his thrusts get more forceful, you open your legs further and move your hips down to push him inside of you as far as possible. His hands buried in your hair, he pulls on it, rolling his hips in a way that his cock stretches you wider and brushes your g-spot.

You let out a high-pitched moan at the sensation, and Aaron lifts his head to look at your face. His cheeks are as red as yours and sweat is glistening on his forehead. You press a sloppy kiss to his lips before snaking one leg around him and flipping him onto his back.

He lets out a surprised laugh as you're suddenly on top of him. You lean down and find his bottom lip to bite it. Aaron groans and holds on to your upper arms when you start to roll your hips. You lean back up, grabbing his pectorals as you keep fucking him, pinching his nipples a few times. His hands wander to your wrist and he tugs on them. At first, you think he doesn't enjoy that you touch his chest but then he breathes out: "Can you put your hands around my neck? I want to try it."

You smile and nod. Because it's his first time, you only use one hand, applying little pressure. Speeding up the movements of your hips, you increase it. Aaron gulps but doesn't protest. You feel your legs tense as your clit screams for attention. Not wanting to overwhelm Aaron, you let go of his neck and he takes a deep breath. It also makes his hips studder. You see how his pupils widen as the endorphins hit. "Oh fuck." He moans and his eyes fall shut.

You lean back, holding yourself up by putting one hand on his thigh behind you, and start to rub your clit with the other one. Aaron is currently holding on to the sheets tightly, bending his knees a little so that you can lean against them.

The visual of his face contorted in pleasure puts you right on the edge of your orgasm. "Aaron," you groan, "I'm about to cum."

His eyes fly open, and he grabs your arms. Moving his hips to the side, he pushes you back into the sheets. Then he grabs a pillow and for a moment you think he want to put is under your head. But instead, he lays it down next to your hips and you understand. You roll to your stomach, your butt lifted up slightly by the pillow.

Aaron grabs your cheeks and leans down to bite them. Your legs twitch and you moan. You were so close to your orgasm and you don't want to come back down. "Please," you whimper, "please fuck me."

Aaron curses at your pleading and crawls onto you. He lines himself up with your entrance and pushes back into you. It feels deeper than ever before, and you yelp at the sensation of being split in half. He gives you time to adjust and pushes one hand between you and the pillow to find your clit. His other hand grabs you by the throat and he yanks your head up, causing you to arch your back. With his feet he pushes your legs apart further to gain better access to your clit. While he rubs it, he starts to move in and out of you.

You clench your muscles around him, and he moans: "Such a good girl, so tight around daddy's cock."

It sends you into a frenzy and you writhe beneath him to make him fuck you harder. Finally, he gives in. With hard thrusts he plows into you, meanwhile keeping up the simulation of your clit. It makes a wet noise when he repeatedly pulls almost completely out of you before jerking his hips forwards again.

He lets go of your throat and your head falls down. Aaron leans closer and you feel his chest against your back. You hum at the sensation and turn your head to tell him: "Cum with me."

"Oh, God!" Aaron yells and his hips studder, losing any rhythm. It sends you over the edge and you clench hard around him. He plows into you a few more times before collapsing on your back.

- - - - - - - - - -

"How about the Smithsonian?" Aaron proposed during breakfast. You put down your empty cup of coffee and agree.

"Can't remember the last time I was there."

"Me neither. Must have been like a decade ago." He smiles and gets up.

"Should we take the metro? Then we could grab a drink later."

"Definitely."

Wearing the fresh shirt out of his to-go bag, Aaron is waiting for you downstairs. You put on your favorite not-at-work outfit and quickly applied some make-up.

When you meet him in the hallway, he puts his arm around your shoulder and kisses your cheek: "You look great."

You put your arm around his waist and return the compliment.

Holding hands, you make your way through the exhibition.

"How do you usually spend your weekends?"

Aaron lowers his voice: "You mean when I don't have the best sex ever?"

You nudge his side as there are a lot of people around.

"Work or reading, sometimes sport."

"That sounds awfully familiar."

He chuckles and you keep walking, pointing out stuff you like now and then.

In the late afternoon, you take a walk from the Smithsonian towards the Washington Monument, enjoying your second cappuccino of the day as well as food you grabbed at the food truck in front of the museum.

The sun is slowly setting, casting orange light over the park. It makes you think of the night outside the bar when you looked at Aaron in the warm light of the street lantern.

When you finished your food and drinks, you throw the wrappers in the bin and keep walking towards the Monument. You're quiet, your eyes darting between the path before you and Aaron next to you. He absentmindedly keeps rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand. His sleeves are rolled up and he walks with a spring in his step. The tranquil moment makes him as relaxed as you have ever seen him.

"I'm so in love with you." You tell him before you can stop yourself.

Aaron abruptly halts in his movements and looks at you.

He stares at you – in disbelieve? You manage to keep up the eye contact and stand still, waiting for him to say something. Your heart is pounding.

Then, he lifts your hand he is holding and presses it to his lips. Slowly, he pulls you into his embrace until he can gently kiss your mouth. You're not sure what that means, and your hands start to tremble.

His face close to yours, he tells you with his dark voice: "I've been in love with you since the first time you talked to me."

Your heart feels like it might explode, and you throw your arms around his neck, kissing him with open lips.

- - - - - - - - - -

You asked Aaron to show you the bar he used to frequent when he was a prosecutor. He complied and takes your hand to lead you inside after you arrived. It's a nice place but kind of…"I can smell the law-degrees." You state.

Aaron raises an eyebrow: "Did you come here to insult me?"

You chuckle: "No, sorry." He pinches your arm before pulling you closer and pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

Laughing, you make your way over to the bar. Aaron orders and you ask: "Which one is your booth?"

He smiles at your question and points to it. Beers in hand, he follows you to sit down in said booth. Instead of sitting on the other side though, he scoots around the table to take the seat right next to you.

You take a big sip and wait until Aaron put down his bottle as well to ask him questions about his former profession. He seems almost amused about how interested you are in it. Then you realize that it isn't amusement but something else.

"You seem surprised."

He takes another sip: "About what?"

"Well, that I care about what you used to do."

His eyes dart over his face and he pauses before telling you: "I think you're right. I- I kind of just remember always being late, and not home enough, and…I don't know." Aaron sighs.

You understand that he is talking about his ex-wife.

"You know, it's not your fault that-"

"Aaron!?" A high voice calls from behind you. Aaron twitches. You turn around and see a blonde woman walking over.

You can feel Aaron tense.

"Hello, Haley."

Your eyes dart between his face and hers. Oh.

"What a surprise!" She laughs. "Who could have imagined that one can meet you outside your office?"

Wow.

Aaron ignores her affront and says: "Good to see you." Gesturing towards you, he adds: "This is my girlfriend."

You extend your arm and give her a bright smile: "Professor Byrne, nice to meet you."

Haley shakes it a little too hard: "Professor? You really leveled up, Aaron. Finally found someone who is as focused on work as you are?"

Okay, now she seriously starts to piss you off.

"Looks like I did, doesn't it?" Aaron shoots back. "Can I help you with anything?" His voice is calm and polite, but he grabbed your hand under the table to squeeze it. You rub your thumb over the back of it. He needs to remind himself that you're here with him. And that Haley isn't someone he has to fight with any longer.

She goes on to make more passive-aggressive comments. You interrupt her: "Don't you have someone to go cheat on?" That makes her mouth fall open.

"Are you fucking serious?" She hisses. "Whatever happened between Aaron and me is our business."

You shoot Aaron a look. His eyes reveal that he likes that you're standing up for him. And his hand, that has now moved from your hand to your thigh, tells you that he really likes you standing up for him. You realize that he isn't used to that. As Unit Chief it's always his job to look after and protect the others. He doesn't get to enjoy that kind of support.

Usually.

You look back at Haley and tell her without hesitation: "It was your business."

She scoffs.

"And now I would like you to leave me any my boyfriend alone and let us enjoy the rest of our evening."

She opens her mouth to reply something, but you order: "Leave. Now."

Her lips tighten and she shoots Aaron one last look before turning on her heels and walking away.

- - - - - - - - - -

You barely get to close the door of your house before Aaron stars ripping your clothes off. The floor of the hallway gets littered with your clothes while Aaron presses you against the wall. He can't really utter anything but groans, manages, however, to tell you while kissing down your neck: "After that move, I might need to start calling you daddy."

You grab his face with both hands and make him look you in the eyes: "What you need to do is make me cum."

He inhales sharply and curses under his breath. You can literally see his eyes darken as his pupils dilate.

One of his hands grabs your neck, the other yanks down your panties. He immediately starts rubbing circles over your clit, tightening his grip around your neck. It makes you bend your knees, and your head fall back. Relentlessly, he keeps up the pace until you start to squirm under his touch. Your heart is pounding, and your eyes cannot focus anymore. Your thighs clench around Aaron's hand. He starts alternating between loosening and tightening his grip around your neck, making you moan in response. It makes you a little lightheaded and you fear that your legs might give out.

Suddenly, his hands disappear. Whimpering, you open your eyes. You have to use the wall as leverage to keep standing, your chest heaving. Aaron is grabbing his go-bag that's on the floor next to the door and rummages through it until he finds a condom.

When he turns back, he sees the state you're in and flashes you a smug smile. You expect him to pull down his boxers, but he surprises you yet again. He wedges his leg between your thighs until you sit on it. You feel the muscles of his leg work as he holds you up with it. The dark hair on it creates a lot of friction and you intuitively start to roll your hips.

Aaron supports you by holding you up by the shoulders as well. Then he leans down and kisses you, wetting your lips with his tongue.

"Can you cum like this?" He murmurs.

Your eyes widen and wander from his face to his legs. It looks like you're sitting on a pale log that happens to be warm and somewhat flexible. Instead of answering directly, you start to roll your hips more aggressively.

"That's it." Aaron encourages you with a smoky voice.

He observes your face as your eyes fall shut. You're so sensitive by now, that you can almost feel every single hair you're dragging your pussy over. Clawing into his shoulders, you try to tell him: "Please…wet it…will sting."

Aaron understands what you're getting at and lowers his head. You can hear him take a breath before he spits on your core. You flinch at the sensation but immediately moan when you feel it spread over his leg, lubricating your clit.

Your orgasm hits so sudden and hard, that you let out a scream. Aaron takes his leg away and holds you up as your whole body is tense, legs trembling. You clench your thighs together and enjoy the warmth that spreads from your lower body to your chest, washing over you like waves.

While you catch your breath, Aaron gets the condom out of the wrapper and takes off his boxers. When you can stand on your own again, you open your eyes and stare at Aaron with your eyes glazed. He looks back at you and gives you a kiss as he lines himself up with your entrance.

You hold your breath in anticipation and grab Aaron's ass, pushing him into you. He moans and your mouth falls open. His size forces you to adjust every time as it takes your muscles a few seconds to stretch that far.

You give him a nod and he starts to move back and forth. Panting, you manage to keep up the eye-contact. One hand on the back of his neck, you hold yourself up as Aaron pins you against the wall. He pushes one hand between your head and the wall, so you don't get hurt, the other is grabbing the back of your thigh.

Relentless, he starts to fuck you at a fast pace. Every thrust forceful, he angles his hips upwards to hit your g-spot. "Yes, fuck, yes." You breathe out, followed by a string of curses and moaning Aaron's name.

"I'm so," he says, "enamored of you," he continues, accentuation every part of the sentence with a thrust, "it drives me crazy." It makes you smile how romantic and dirty he sounds at the same time.

"Let's be insane together then." You breathe out and press a sloppy kiss to his lips. Aaron groans and smashes you into the wall with his hard thrusts. You moan, sure that you will have bruises tomorrow, and feel your second orgasm rise.

"You going to cum again?"

You nod frantically.

His voice throaty, he tells you: "I can't hear you."

"Yes, Sir, I'm going to cum again."

A long "Fuck" escapes his lips at your answer.

You pry your eyes open to look into his as you cum. Your jaw clenches and your walls spasm. With another moan, Aaron cums as well. Riding out your orgasm, you keep rolling your hips.

When you stop, he pulls out of you.

That's the moment your legs stop working and you slide down the wall. Breathing heavily, you lean your head back and try to relay your body. Aaron pulls off the condom and wraps it in a tissue.

With a sigh, he sinks down to the floor next to you. Putting your arm around him, you guide him until he rests his head on your thighs. Running your hands through his hair, you look down on him, a content smile on your face.