(10) the dog days are done

Oh no. Why isn't he saying anything? Why is he looking at you like that? Should you have been more prepared? Was it wrong to ask him spontaneously? It this whole thing stupid? It was a mistake, wasn't it? Great. Now you made an ass out of yourself. You had one shot at this, and you missed it. By a mile, apparently. He stays quiet. He's not moving. He's not giving you anything. You don't know if you should scream or cry or both.

Suddenly, Aaron smiles. You blink in surprise.

"I will be right back." He states calmly before turning around and walking back to the house.

"Aaron!" You yell, not even sure what you want to say. You're just stunned. "Is that a no?!"

There was something in his eyes you can't quite put your finger on. Surprise, sure, but maybe amusement as well? Why on earth would he be amused? A million intrusive thoughts bombard you as Aaron makes his way around the house towards the front where the cars are parked. Your eyes follow his broad figure until it disappears when he walks around the corner.

You still haven't moved. Your heart is beating in your throat, and your legs feel like they are about to give out. Barely being able to hold yourself up, you make your way across the grass. You have no idea what to do. Do you just leave? Aaron drove you here though. You really should have thought this through, shouldn't you? Apparently, you were too sure of yourself.

You stop a few feet away form the large glass doors. The team has no idea what just went down. Emily spots you: "Are you okay?" She mouths.

Numb, you nod and decide to walk along the house to lean against its wall. Head hanging down, you stare at the very expensive looking tiles of the terrasse and try to calm yourself.

You didn't hear Aaron walk up to you. He's just suddenly leaning against the wall next to you. Your shoulders touch. You involuntarily smile at the memory of the both of you standing outside the bar. Trying to be brave once more, you lift your head to look at the sky. You can even make out a few stars.

Like that night, long ago, Aaron grabs your hand. Unsure of what this means, you just hold his. He intertwines his fingers with yours.

Then, he speaks up, his voice dark and soothing: "That night we stood there, just quietly looking up at the sky…It made me feel a kind of inner peace I never felt before. It was just a moment, but it was enough. Since then, something in me knew that…" His voice quivers.

Your head shoots around and you find his eyes filled with tears. He's looking at you intently. You squeeze his hand and wait for him to continue. You're not really sure where this is going.

"I didn't realize it at the time because it was such a strange feeling. So calm. Then I saw you work. I saw how you looked at me. Then I felt you. How you touch me. How it feels to touch you…I finally realized what I felt was love that runs so deep I cannot be without it ever again."

Your chest is heaving and your hold on to Aaron with a shaking hand.

"I know I told you this before. The reason I'm saying it again, is because I wanted to ask you as well."

You furrow your eyebrows, your voice a whisper so quiet, you're not sure your even said it out loud: "Ask me what?"

Aaron lifts your hand he is holding and turns it for you to see what he was pressing to your palm the entire time. You were way too entranced by what he's saying to notice. Now, that he lets go of your hand, you see it: a ring.

Your eyes dart between the ring in your hand and Aaron's eyes. He has a smile on his lips only you get to see when he's with you and not at work. Finally, you understand what he's trying to tell you.

Frantically, you start to nod: "Yes, obviously, yes."

He lets out a chuckle: "Don't you want me to ask you first?"

"Sure." You smile as you hold the ring out for him to push onto your finger.

"Do you want to marry me?"

"Yes, Aaron. I want to marry you."

Quickly, he pushes the ring onto your finger before pulling you into a hug. The both of you are overwhelmed with emotion, so you hold each other tight, slowly swaying.

When you lift your head off his chest, you see him still smiling at you. You put your hands on his face and wipe away the tears under his eyes with your thumbs. Then you pull him in for a kiss. It's a deep, yearning kiss.

You let out a hum, running your left hand through his hair. After breaking the kiss to take a breath, you say: "You didn't answer my question though."

Aaron chuckles again: "My bad. Of course, I want to marry you."

You press a small kiss to his lips. Before you can carry on with the conversation, you hear Penelope's heels clicking on the stone.

"Are you okay? Why aren't you coming back inside?" A mixture of curiosity and worry is audible in her voice. You turn in Aaron's arm to look at her.

She sees the evidence of the both of you recently crying and, understandably, interprets it as a bad sign: "Oh my god. What happened? Are you hurt? You didn't break up again, did you? I mean, I know you didn't really break up last time, but – "

"Penelope." Aaron interrupts her. His voice is throaty. "We proposed."

"Proposed what?" Her voice rings in your ears.

"I asked Aaron if he wants to marry me." You speak up.

"And I asked her." He adds.

Penelope lets out a squeal that causes you to flinch. Then she basically lunges at you, pulling the both of you into a hug. "Oh my god, oh my god." She keeps repeating. "I can't believe it! Right now? And here? That's amazing. We need to tell the others."

"Tell the others what?" Morgan asks.

You lean to the side to look past Penelope and see the rest of the team standing behind her. Apparently alerted by her scream, they all came outside.

Aaron presses a kiss to your temple before declaring: "We're engaged."

The reaction of the team varies from "Finally" to "Wooo" and "Congratulations". Reid is the first one to give you a hug. "I'm so happy for you." He tells you.

"Thank you, Spencer." You give him a bright smile before kissing his cheek.

You hear Rossi say to Aaron: "See, I told you."

Emily and JJ both flash you a mischievous smile, you wink at them. When Rossi gives you a hug, he quietly tells you: "Meeting you was the best thing that could have happened to Aaron."

You gulp and nod: "Thank you."

When you settled down, Morgan raises his glass: "I'd like to toast to our most amazing, hard-working, badass superior who absolutely deserves the best. And to Hotch too."

Everyone chuckles. Aaron raises his glass towards Morgan.

You lean towards him and whisper: "Can we leave?"

He looks down at you. You give him a grin.

- - - - - - - - -

For the first time, Aaron turns on music as soon as you get to his apartment. Then he dims the lights and starts to take off his clothes while looking at you. This is the exact opposite of what you did earlier today. It's unhasty, and gingerly, and, well, romantic.

Mirroring him, you relentlessly keep up the eye-contact and unbutton your blouse. One button after the other you open it. Carelessly, you let it fall off your shoulders when you're done. Your belt makes a clicking noise when you open it, and a thump when it lands on the wooden floor with your dress pants. Aaron loosens his tie with a swift, slightly aggressive movement that always sets something inside you aflame. The music is probably the only reason, he cannot hear your loud heartbeat.

When the both of you are down to your underwear, he walks over and takes your face into his hands. They are warm your skin, almost burning your cheeks. Tilting his head to the side, he leans in to kiss you. You nudge his jaw with your nose. He smiles, you feel his breath on your lips.

Finally, your mouths meet. You put your arms around him, hands on the back of his shoulders. Aaron's hands wander from your face into your hair. He lightly pulls on it to make you lean your head back. Gently, he starts to kiss your exposed neck and throat. You drag your nails across his back in response.

He leans down until his hands can reach the back of your thighs. With a tug, he lifts you up and you put your legs around him. Holding on to him, you bite his shoulder as he walks down the hallway.

"Hey!" Aaron laughs with a low voice while letting you down onto the bed. You scoot back towards the headboard and take your panties off. Even in the barely lit bedroom, you can see the excitement coloring Aaron's neck and cheeks red.

The sheets rustle when he climbs on the bed as well. Grabbing your ankles, he pulls you towards him until you're under him. Then he kisses you again, this time more urging. Caressing his sides, you reciprocate the kiss, sucking on his bottom lip.

When Aaron bows his head down to nibble on the skin just above your boobs, you ask, hands wandering up and down his back: "Did you tell Rossi that you want to propose?"

He looks up at you: "Yes, why?"

"Because he said I told you."

He sits up, weight on your hips: "Yeah, well, I've been trying to find the courage to ask you for quite a while. Then…things happened."

You prop yourself up on your elbows: "When did you buy the ring?"

Aaron reaches behind him and pushes his hand between your legs. They twitch when he finds your clit and start to rub it. You inhale sharply. He tilts his head: "A while ago."

Falling back into the cushion, you let out a sigh and claw into his thighs. He speeds up his movements, spreading the wetness that's basically pouring out of you all over your labia.

You still manage to keep your eyes open and insist: "Tell me."

Aaron tilts his head, scanning your face. Then he pushes a finger into you. Your hips jerk up in response but are immediately pushed back into the mattress by his weight on them.

It takes you some effort, but you manage to raise your hips again and throw Aaron to the side. With an oof he lands next to you. Instantly, you climb onto him. You take his hand and lightly suck on this middle finger that was just inside of you. Aaron breathes in excited.

"After we got you back from Mexico." He finally answers.

Your eyes widen and you let go of his hand: "Since Mexico?"

"A few weeks later, yes. Somehow, I never found the right moment to ask. Maybe I simply was too scared. But then you got shot, and…"

You look at the beautiful ring around your finger and back at Aaron who's observing you with wide eyes. With a smile, you bow down and press a kiss to his lips. Then you lean over to get a condom. Quickly, you roll it over his cock before you finally get to sit on it.

Aaron groans and you let out a sigh. It's like you missed him being inside of you. The music coming form the living room is an extra turn on and you start to move in the same rhythm. Even though his eyes flutter shut, he finds your neck to put his hand around it. Applying pressure ever so slightly, he makes you moan.

The longer you ride him, the more the mood turns from romantic to straight up lust. Stubbornly, you keep up the slow-ish pace, rolling your hips, determined to make Aaron beg for more. He doesn't though. Instead, he grabs your neck roughly and yanks you down, forcing you to lay on your back.

His cock leaves you for maybe two seconds before he violently plows back into you. Grabbing the outside of your thigh, he pushes your leg up a bit to be able to fuck you deeper. Your eyes roll back as you mumble: "Yes, fuck, yes."

Aaron takes a portion of your hair and pulls on it, causing you to let out a surprised "oh". You look up at him; he gives you smile, his dark beard accentuating his pink lips. He turns his hand, tightening his grip on your hair, and pulls on it again. It forcefully tilts your head to the side. The sensation it elicits makes you moan. It makes your scalp feel hot. As all this is going on, he keeps fucking you.

His head falls back while he groans: "Oh, Babe."

The steady rhythm of your entranced being stretched makes it basically impossible for you to see. With closed eyes, and a smile on your lips, you enjoy the sensation. Noticing the expression on your face, Aaron alters his movements. Now, he throws his hips forwards, slamming into you at a slower pace, but way harder though. It feels like your body vibrates when his hips meet yours.

His arms propped up left and right of your head, he leans down to be able to kiss you. As he's pausing his movements to do so, you breathlessly reciprocate the kiss. It's a sloppy kiss, more or less spreading saliva over your faces, but you don't care. It matches the feeling of melting into each other. Putting one hand on the back of his head, the other around his shoulders, you hold him close to you. Raising your hips, you make him fuck you again.

Now that his lips are close to your ear, you can hear every ever so quiet moan, and groan, and inhale, and curse. His gravelly, husky voice is a major turn on. So is the sweat you feel running down the back of his neck. The musky scent of it, mixed with the residue of his sandalwood-y deodorant, makes you lightheaded.

But you don't want to cum yet. You want to be in the midst of this euphoria a little longer.

Pressing your hands against Aaron's shoulders, you make him stop and lean up. He is kneeling on the bed, hands laying in his lap, looking at you expectantly with dark eyes. You smile at his devote posture. Just seconds ago, he was the dominant one.

You lean in to kiss him with your hand on his cheek, while jerking his dick off with the other. With a quiet moan, his hands fly to your waist.

You turn in his grasp, back towards him, straddling his lap. Lifting your hips, you guide his dick to your entrance. Head leaning against his collarbone, back arched, you sink down on him once more. It pries an obscene moan out of Aaron.

With his dick curved inside you like that, it hits your g-spot every time you roll your hips. Now you cannot edge yourself much longer. With fast, steady movements of your lower body, you fuck yourself and Aaron towards your orgasms. He meets your thrusts by pushing his hips up.

Craning your neck upwards, you look at his flushed face. It's just as sweaty as yours, and his distorted face lets you know that he's just as close as you are.

His arms are snaked around your upper body to keep you from falling over as he speeds up his movements. It shoots jolts down your spine, and you start to clench.

For just a moment, he manages to make eye contact with you by turning his head to the side. The lust, and longing, and love in them, paired with the sound that spill uncontrollably out of his mouth, cause your body to go rigid. Aaron has to hold you in place forcefully, so you don't straight up catapult yourself off him. The added stimulation of his fingers digging into your flesh, and his desperate need to keep up the friction, send you into a violent orgasm.

Finally, he lets go off you, so you can fall face first into the sheets. He follows you down, only partially pulling out of you. When he lands on you, his dick is pushed back into you all the way. The stimulation happening mid orgasm makes you course loudly.

Apparently, that's the last push he needed, because hips stuttering, teeth sinking into your shoulder, Aaron cums as well.

The sweat on your back and on his chest mix as he's laying flat on you, dick still inside. Your legs twitch, aftershocks of your orgasm shooting through them. When he lifts himself off you, you immediately feel cold. You turn around, to see Aaron pulling off the condom, throwing it somewhere off the bed. When he goes to wipe his half-hard dick clean, you stop him and lean down. Opening your mouth widely, you lick it up and down. He inhales sharply at the sensation.

Satisfied, you roll onto your back and grab the blanket to cover yourself up. Aaron lays down next to you. His leg across you, he pushes his arm under your head, and you scoot further into his embrace.

As your pulse calms down, you caress the outside of Aaron's thigh. With closed eyes, you just lay there. You had sex many times before. It was always phenomenal. However, this was different. This was deeply emotional.

When you cooled down a bit, you get up to put on a fresh pair of panties and a loose shirt. Throwing Aaron a pair of boxers, you get back to bed. He immediately puts his arms around you again. Bodies intertwined, you silently let your hands wander over each other's exposed skin.

The events of the day, the strenuous activity causes your body to go limp as exhaustion hits you like a train on a track. The warmth that radiates off Aaron calms you down, and makes you forget where your body ends and where his starts. Listening to his even breathing, you let out a content hum. By now, his weight on you is your absolute favorite feeling in the world. Already half asleep, you feel the ring around your finger with your thumb. It makes you smile.

Seeing what you're doing, he whispers: "I cannot wait to be your husband."