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geekystudmuffin2010-03-13 09:38 pm
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Good for All of Us, Hotch/Rossi/Prentiss, NC-17
Title: Good for All of Us
Authors:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
innerslytherin & severity_softly
Pairing: Hotch/Rossi/Prentiss
Rating: Oh so very NC-17
WC: ~10,400
Summary: Dave loved them both, but Aaron never expected the direction things took the night they shared a glass of whiskey in his office.
Notes: Spoilers for "Hopeless", after which this is set.
It was the arched eyebrow that did Aaron in.
He didn't know why. He'd never looked at Prentiss that way before, even though he knew she and Dave were sleeping together. It was the healthiest relationship Dave had had with a woman since his last divorce fifteen years ago.
And it didn't bother him for some reason, because he knew Dave liked women. Dave had always liked women. Loved women. But Dave loved him, too. And Aaron liked Prentiss a lot. He could see what drew Dave to her, because she was practically a female version of himself.
Still, she had Dave some nights, he had Dave other nights, and never the twain had met. Not until they invaded his office with a bottle of Eagle Rare and that God-damned arched eyebrow.
Turned out Aaron never could turn down a dare.
"I can't believe you still keep a bottle in your office," he said, taking the glass.
Dave's lips quirked. "Yes you can," he said, opening the bottle and pouring.
He was wearing black on black, and of course he knew what that would normally do to Aaron on nights after cases like this, but tonight was different. Aaron glanced at Prentiss, then picked up his glass and took a long sip, as Dave poured her a glass too.
Prentiss drank her whiskey straight without flinching. That was something else Aaron liked about her. He didn't know whether she'd learned to drink from Dave or if it was something they'd bonded over, but she drank whiskey the way Dave did, and it reminded Aaron of how Dave had been the one to teach him to like whiskey.
"Usually you bring me tea," he told Dave, who arched an eyebrow. It wasn't really usually. Just the nights that he spent with Prentiss instead of Aaron.
Dave watched Aaron for a moment over the rim of his glass. There was a glint in his eyes when he lowered it. "Tonight's different. I think we deserve it." Prentiss remained quiet. Her gaze flickered to Aaron every once in a while, but Dave's gaze didn't leave Aaron's at all. "You deserve it," he amended.
"Morgan didn't seem to think so," Aaron said. He hadn't looked back, but he knew Morgan thought he'd lost it. He also knew Morgan was skating lines that shouldn't be crossed. But he didn't want to think about that.
"Morgan doesn't matter tonight," Emily said. Her voice was huskier than usual, and for a moment their eyes locked, but then she glanced at Dave again and Aaron had to wonder why she was really in this. She didn't want him. He didn't mind, personally; being with Dave hadn't stopped his appreciation for the female body. But he didn't understand.
"Why?" he asked.
"Why not?" Dave asked. "He's dealing with whatever he's dealing with, and it really has nothing to do with us." Aaron had to admit that it was mostly right. But then Dave had a way of saying things like that.
He shook his head. "I meant...this," he said, and gestured with his whiskey glass. Us, he didn't dare say, because he knew damn well it was what they were offering, but he couldn't help being afraid to bring attention to it. "Why?"
Dave shrugged, then repeated, "Why not?"
Aaron gave him a look, but Dave was clearly interested in being inscrutable, so Aaron shrugged and sipped the whiskey again. When he looked at Emily again, she grinned at him, and he saw in that grin the same things he was used to feeling about Dave. Nothing you can do about it, so you indulge him, and he usually makes it worthwhile.
They sipped their drinks for a while, none of them saying anything. Dave's 'why not?' was somehow oddly final for it to have been a question, but Aaron was okay with that. That was weird, too, because he'd never thought he would be interested in this. The silence was comfortable, though, and Aaron had to admit to himself, as his mind wandered, that he would actually rather share Dave with Emily than wonder what they were doing on the nights he was alone.
He wondered if this was an evolution of their relationships, or if it was a one-time thing. He wondered if he would be okay with it being a one-time thing. He wondered if he was expected to fall for Emily. Somehow he didn't see that happening, exactly. He liked her and respected her a great deal, but she was so much like him that he wasn't sure either of them would work in a relationship without Dave to cement it.
Dave and Emily finished their drinks first, but Dave didn't pour them another one. He just waited for Aaron to drain his glass and set it down, then said, "Come home with us."
He couldn't pretend to be surprised. He could ask why again, but he knew Dave wouldn't change his answer, so he didn't bother. Aaron wasn't sure it was a good idea, but it was a tempting one. He contemplated his empty glass for a long moment, then looked up. Emily's gaze was on his face, unflinching and open. Dave was watching him too, looking calm and confident.
Aaron didn't bother answering aloud. He just stood up, holding Dave's gaze, and waited for him to lead the way.
A slow smile slid across Dave's face, then he stood too. His hand brushed down Emily's arm as he walked past her and out the door, expecting them both to follow him. And of course they did. When they got to the bullpen, Emily told Aaron she'd meet them at the elevator, and Aaron wondered if she was giving him an opportunity to question Dave without her present before they left.
Far be it from him to pass up the opportunity. "Dave," he murmured quietly as they walked away, "I'm not sure I understand."
"What's not to understand?" Dave asked.
Aaron gave him a look. "The same question I've already asked. Why?"
"Somehow I get the impression that 'why not' isn't going to cut it," Dave said. He stopped in front of the elevator and pushed the button, then turned around to look at Aaron. There wasn't any one around, but Dave kept his voice low anyway. "I love you, and... I think I could love her."
"If you didn't feel guilty about that because of me," Aaron supplied, and Dave didn't answer, so he had a feeling he was right. And it struck him as strange that it still didn't really bother him. Aaron knew Emily was good for Dave, just like he was.
"And I think it could be good for all of us," Dave finished. "Especially you and me."
Aaron looked beyond Dave to watch Prentiss fussing with something at her desk. He had a feeling she was just killing time so they could talk. "She's good for you," he said quietly. He thought back to what Dave had said about having something pure in life. "The two of you could have something real, Dave." He paused, because what he and Dave had was real. But it had to be hidden. "Something official," he clarified, and looked back at his lover.
"It could be official with you too, if you'd stop being such a tight ass," Dave said, but his tone was affectionate, and then after a moment, he smirked. "Not that that doesn't have its benefits."
Aaron snorted and thwapped Dave on the shoulder. "Smart aleck." He hesitated. "She doesn't mind?"
"It was her suggestion, actually," Dave said. He tilted his head, glancing back at her briefly before returning his gaze to Aaron. "I think she figured out how much I was wanting it, without me ever saying a word. The woman's a damn good profiler."
"Are you sure?" Aaron asked, more quietly. "It might be that she wants you to make a decision. Dave, women don't like to have your divided attention." He'd learned that the hard way, and it had cost him his marriage. Not that he wasn't happy with Dave, but he still felt bad for failing Haley so badly.
Dave snorted. "It's not like she doesn't already know I'm in love with you, Aaron. She's not Haley."
Aaron sighed. "I just don't want to hurt anyone," he murmured. He didn't want to get hurt himself, either, but he was used to putting the others ahead of himself. He loved his team, and he had lived in fear for the past year that this arrangement would fall apart and destroy what he loved.
The elevator door opened and Dave held it, still watching Aaron. "You won't," he said. Emily must have heard the elevator, because she came walking towards them quickly. She looked at both of them, then slipped between them into the elevator. Dave lifted his eyebrows, half in invitation, and half in what looked like a challenge.
Aaron drew in a deep breath and stepped onto the elevator. He couldn't say no. He'd never forgive himself if he said no. He just hoped Emily would forgive him for saying yes.
She was smiling, though, when he got in, and Dave followed, settling against the wall between them. Emily leaned against his shoulder, which should have made Aaron jealous, but didn't. God, this was possibly the strangest, stupidest thing he'd done in a long time. The way Dave was smiling at him had an odd way of making it feel like the best decision he could make.
Aaron hated feeling so confused and uncertain about something. He wasn't used to his instinct being opposed to what his good sense told him. But his instinct was what was leading him to do this, and he wasn't going to back down now. He kept thinking he should blurt out that he didn't feel for Emily what he felt for Dave, or what Dave felt for Emily. He couldn't understand how this could work without a equilateral triangle of emotion. But they both looked so damned happy that he bit the words back and worried silently.
They didn't really say much the whole way to Dave's house. Aaron thought it was because in light of what they were doing, going back to normal conversation about work or the case would have seemed odd. None of them were thinking about that now, and they knew it. When they pulled into Dave's garage, Dave said, "Wine or whiskey?"
"Wine," Aaron answered, almost on top of Emily's reply of, "Whiskey."
Dave snorted. "As if you two didn't already make my life complicated enough."
Aaron glanced sideways at Emily and said, "Whiskey is fine." Maybe whiskey would be better, actually. The more he had to drink, the less he might think about all of this and screw up.
"Pushover," Dave teased. Emily giggled and got out of the car to let herself in the house. Dave reached over and closed his hand around Aaron's before he could follow. "I love you," he murmured, holding Aaron's gaze.
Aaron gave him a troubled look. "I love you too," he said, equally quietly. "Why else do you think this scares me so much?"
Dave lifted their joined hands and brushed his lips over Aaron's knuckles. "I'd understand if you didn't want to do this."
Aaron pressed his lips together, then tugged Dave close for a real kiss. "I do," he breathed. "I just don't understand why I do."
Dave smiled. "We can do all the understanding for you," he said, then kissed Aaron again.
"That's not generally how I operate," Aaron murmured. He brushed his thumb against Dave's cheek and closed his eyes, kissing him more deeply. He needed this, and he wanted desperately for it to work.
Dave hummed a pleased noise into the kiss, then looked at Aaron when he pulled away. "Eh. You like it when I push you," he said. He kissed Aaron again, briefly, then added, "and you'll figure it out soon enough," before opening his door and getting out of the car.
"One of these days you'll push me off a cliff," Aaron muttered, but he felt only affectionate exasperation as he watched Dave. "God you're sexy," he said more loudly. It killed him when Dave dressed like that. Maybe whiskey was a good idea after all. He wondered what Emily was doing right now.
When they got inside, she was sitting on the couch, her shoes already off, with three glasses of whiskey sitting on the coffee table next to a mostly full bottle. "We okay?" she asked. She was looking at Aaron.
He wondered if he was supposed to sit with her. He glanced at Dave, then looked back at her. "We're okay," he said firmly. He was confused and more than a little turned on, but they were definitely okay.
After a moment he picked up a glass, but he just hovered at the end of the coffee table, uncertain of what to do. Then Dave slid up behind him, his arm going around Aaron's waist. He kissed the back of Aaron's neck, hot breath against his skin. Emily's gaze was unflinching, but Aaron saw her breath hitch a little.
Aaron let out a long shaky breath and lowered his eyelids, though he couldn't seem to drag his gaze away from Emily's. There was something exciting about the way she seemed to like the sight of them together. He pressed back against Dave, letting his ass nestle up against Dave's groin, and took another sip of whiskey.
Dave made a quiet, appreciative noise, and slid his hand to Aaron's hip. He nosed at Aaron's hair, just at the nape of his neck, and said, "Do we need to talk about how this works?" Then he chuckled, the huff of breath sending a shiver through Aaron. "Or drink half the bottle of whiskey first?"
"How does this work?" Aaron asked, his eyes closing.
"I've never done this before," Emily admitted.
Dave didn't say anything, and when Aaron opened his eyes, Emily arched a brow at him. He tightened his hold on Aaron, then said, "No comment."
Aaron exchanged a glance with Emily, then said, "No, really, how does this work?"
Dave pulled back and rested his chin on Aaron's shoulder. "Maybe we should drink a bit more," he suggested.
Aaron lifted a hand to curl his fingers in Dave's hair. "I'm fine with drinking more." He turned his head and kissed Dave, feeling a rush of embarrassment that Emily was watching, but feeling a rush of arousal immediately after.
Dave shifted a little to let Aaron turn to face him more fully, then he cupped Aaron's face and deepened the kiss. When Dave ended the kiss, Aaron could feel that his face was flushed. Dave just grinned and inclined his head toward the couch before leading them over to sit next to Emily, whose lips were parted as she stared at them. Dave lowered himself down next to her, then pulled her in for a soft kiss that drew a little noise from her.
God, Aaron shouldn't think that was sexy. He shouldn't feel another pulse of arousal at the line of her throat as she tilted her head towards Dave. He shouldn't think of whether Dave kissed them differently or the same. The fact that he shouldn't didn't stop him. Aaron let out a suddenly shaky breath and refilled his glass.
Dave brushed his thumb over Emily's cheek when he pulled back, then refilled her glass. He settled back against they couch with his own drink, which had been untouched until now, and took a long sip. "How does what work? Tonight? Or are we talking in the grand scheme?"
Aaron closed his eyes, trying to collect himself. He wanted to ask about the grand scheme, but he wasn't sure he would be able to process it at this point anyway. "Any of it," he said finally, opening his eyes. Somehow he found it easier to watch Emily as he spoke; maybe it was because he didn't have the emotional investment in her that he had in Dave.
"I'd rather this not be the only time, but I realize that none of us knows how this is going to go yet, so I suppose we'll have to withhold judgment there," Dave said.
"I'm all in," Emily said quietly, looking at Aaron. "I wouldn't have suggested this at all if I weren't." She paused, then blurted, "I hated feeling like I was taking him from you."
Aaron stared at her. "I...Pren--Emily...I didn't mean--"
"I know." She shrugged and looked down, then met his gaze again. "But the two of you are perfect. Just...perfect."
Dave looked over at Aaron at her words, grinning slowly. "Told you."
Aaron glared at Dave, but he couldn't hold it. He shook his head. "I feel like I'm going to let you both down," he admitted. Maybe he should be drinking faster and thinking less. He'd certainly had no trouble responding physically a few minutes ago. He took a long sip of his whiskey.
"I can't even being to think how," Dave said, taking a sip of his drink, then lifting a hand to touch Aaron's chin.
I've let down everyone I've loved, Aaron thought, but he shook his head faintly and leaned in to kiss him. "I love you," he breathed. He thought he heard Emily suck in a breath, but she didn't speak.
"I love you," Dave breathed in return, and kissed Aaron again. He shifted a little, and Aaron thought maybe he was reaching back for Emily, but he didn't open his eyes when Dave deepened their kiss.
Dave made a quiet noise into the kiss and Aaron wondered if Emily was watching them or if she'd touched Dave. Maybe she'd kissed his knuckles. Maybe she'd licked one of his fingers. Aaron nipped at Dave's lower lip, wanting to look but not wanting to stop.
Dave's hand slid up into Aaron's hair, then his lips moved to Aaron's jaw. Aaron was still gripping his glass, and when he opened his eyes to see Emily was watching, he lifted it and drained what was left. Dave laughed against his throat as he swallowed. Emily just grinned and followed suit, emptying her glass too.
He wanted to kiss her suddenly, just to see what it would be like. He still wasn't sure if he was supposed to, though, so he just tilted his head, inviting Dave's lips to travel further along his throat. He kept watching Emily, grateful that she seemed to be aroused by the sight of Dave's lips against Aaron's skin.
When she shifted closer, Dave made a little noise, and Aaron saw she'd slid her hand up under Dave's shirt. It had been pulled out just enough. She closed her eyes and nuzzled her face against Dave's shoulder. Aaron reached up and touched her hair, and she smiled without opening her eyes.
Just then, Dave made a noise that wasn't quite as pleased as before. Aaron pulled his hand away, wondering if he'd misstepped until Dave said, "I'm getting suffocated. Maybe the couch isn't the best place for this."
Emily laughed. "Only if we take the whiskey with us," she said, meeting Aaron's gaze. Then she shifted to kiss Dave teasingly, just the corner of his mouth, though Aaron saw a flicker of pink tongue against his lips. Dave caught her before she pulled too far away and gave her a proper kiss, then said, "Of course."
Emily stood and led the way, and Dave gave Aaron a look. "She's somethin'," he said, his tone almost proud.
Aaron laughed softly. "I would never have thought of this," he agreed. He caught at Dave's elbow before letting him follow. "David," he murmured, wanting to ask if he was allowed to touch her without making Dave angry. He hesitated, searching for words.
Dave leaned in and kissed him, almost like he thought he needed to reassure Aaron of this whole thing again. "What?"
Aaron cleared his throat. "I...don't know how to do this without...ah..." He darted a glance down the hall, where Prentiss had paused to look over her shoulder at them without turning. He lowered his voice. "I don't want to cross a line between you..."
Dave pulled back to give Aaron a look, and Aaron felt his cheek heat a little. Dave rolled his eyes, but his expression was affectionate. "Relax or I'm going to make you chug that bottle on your own."
Aaron pressed his lips together and glared at Dave. "You know I'm not good at this," he muttered. Dave was exactly the second person he'd slept with in his life, and the prospect of touching Emily, who was someone he had categorized as a coworker, was anxiety-inducing, at least.
"You want me to step aside for a moment and let you two get used to each other?" Dave said, and Aaron wasn't sure if he was joking or not. Dave seemed to realize that a moment later, and said, "If I thought this was crossing any lines, I would have been pissed at her for bringing it up, and at you for agreeing." He paused, then added, "You do need more to drink, though, I think. I know your brain doesn't shut up on its own."
Aaron sighed and looked at Emily, wondering how embarrassed he should be. She had turned and was watching Dave, but must have caught Aaron's movement, because her eyes went to his face a moment later. She walked back to them and curled her fingers lightly around Aaron's wrist.
"It's okay," she said quietly. "This isn't about you and me, but it doesn't mean we can't be comfortable."
Aaron drew a deep breath, and stood when she tugged him gently. Dave followed them as she led them down the hall, and when they got inside the room, he heard Dave set their glasses down on the bedside table and pour again. When Aaron looked, Dave was sipping his drink and watching them.
Emily's fingers pressed lightly against his jaw and Aaron tensed automatically, then relaxed, feeling bad. She was smiling when he looked at her again though. She opened her mouth, then studied him for a moment and shook her head. His brows drew together and he was about to speak, but she shook her head again, then looked at Dave.
Dave just took a sip of his whiskey and raised an eyebrow. Emily turned and looked up at Aaron, then leaned in and brushed her lips against his, the gesture soft but not hesitant. It sent a little shock of excitement through him, then a burst of guilt that he liked this. He shouldn't like this when Dave was who he wanted. He let out a shaky breath and looked down when she pulled back.
"Maybe this... isn't..." he started.
Dave was up against his side quickly, his hand sliding over the small of Aaron's back. He held a full glass in front of Aaron, and Aaron took it. "I want you to want this, Aaron," he whispered, and Aaron knew Dave wasn't saying that to push him into what he wanted, but rather to reassure him that it was okay to respond to how Emily made him feel.
Emily moved back to lean lightly against Dave, her gaze still on his face. "Nothing has to happen between us," she said slowly. "But you need to realize that it's okay." She paused and licked her lips, then said, "Nothing can break what you two have together. Nothing, Hotch."
Aaron nodded and took a long sip of his drink when Dave stroked his fingers through the back of his hair. God, he was bad at this. Haley had been different. They'd both been kids. But Dave had practically had to kick his ass to get Aaron to come around to them, and Aaron was already freezing up now. "Sorry," he murmured, and Dave just leaned in and kissed his ear, whispering his love again for Aaron's ears only.
Emily walked around behind Aaron and then stopped moving, and he twitched, wondering what she was going to do. But then he heard her pouring herself another drink and he relaxed. What are you really afraid of, he asked himself. He didn't have an answer to that question.
He gulped his drink and looked at Dave. "Make me stop thinking," he begged.
Dave suddenly grinned at that, then shook with silent laughter. He nudged the drink in Aaron's hand, and Aaron obediently drank it in one last gulp. Dave took the glass and set it aside, then wrapped his arms around Aaron. "I love to make you stop thinking," he said, then his hands were buried in Aaron's short hair and he was kissing Aaron hungrily.
Aaron made a quiet noise and pressed himself against Dave, wrapping his arms tightly around him and kissing him back. He concentrated on the slide of their tongues and the scrape of Dave's nails against his scalp. He heard Emily suck in a breath, but it didn't bother him. He just surrendered to Dave, his eyes closing.
"So sexy," Dave breathed, his lips barely leaving Aaron's as he slid his hands down and pushed at Aaron's suit coat. Aaron shifted to let Dave push it off and to the floor, then Dave tugged Aaron's shirt up just enough to brush his hand over the small of Aaron's back.
"God," Aaron whispered, his fingers curling in Dave's hair. This was doing a good job of derailing his thoughts. He slipped his other hand between them as they kissed, working at Dave's buttons.
He didn't notice Emily moving up behind him; he just suddenly felt slender fingers unknotting his tie and sliding it out of his collar. Soft lips brushed his jaw before she pulled away and was slipping around them to press up against Dave's back. When Aaron got Dave's buttons open, her hands were sliding over Dave's chest too. Aaron thought vaguely that this was strange, but then Dave trailed his lips to Aaron's throat and bit just hard enough to draw a gasp from Aaron and blank his mind at the same time
"Dave," Aaron panted as Dave finished the job of untucking his shirt, and Dave whispered back, "Aaron." He paused, then added, "Em," and Emily hummed a pleased noise.
Aaron wondered briefly if she were still fully clothed, then tried to quell the thought as a pang of guilt hit him. Then a hand slid down and squeezed his ass, and he wasn't sure, but he didn't think it was big enough to be Dave's. "You're so sexy together," Emily murmured. Aaron opened his eyes and looked down to see her red lips pressed against Dave's neck.
A shock of desire went through Aaron. He'd never allowed himself to think about Dave and Emily together before, but right now he couldn't deny how sexy they were together. Dave tilted his chin, and she scraped her teeth against his jaw. It drew a groan from Dave that went straight to Aaron's cock.
Emily's attention had been on Dave, but Aaron had let a noise escape that drew her gaze to his. Her eyes narrowed in what looked like a silent laugh, and then she sucked at Dave's skin, letting her lips pull away long enough for Aaron to see them glistening with spit. Then she licked a stripe across Dave's throat, her gaze riveted on Aaron's like she knew how sexy they were.
"God," Aaron panted. Dave pulled back just long enough to pull Aaron's shirt off, and he didn't miss the way Emily looked at him over Dave's shoulder. She was tugging at Dave's shirt, though, and Dave let her get it off.
"So gorgeous," Dave murmured. Aaron wasn't sure if he meant Emily or him. He didn't really care. He pressed himself against Dave, relishing the warmth of skin on skin, and kissed him hungrily. Dave arched into the kiss and Emily uttered a low laugh. Obviously she'd done something, and Aaron found himself curious about what. He kissed his way to Dave's ear and looked at her.
She grinned at him and raked her fingernails down Dave's spine--again, obviously, since Dave's reaction was the same as the first. It made Aaron pull back a little, laughing himself.
"You're not supposed to be conspiring against me," Dave complained, but his voice was too breathy to be taken seriously.
"This was your idea," Aaron said.
"Not entirely," Dave said, and Emily took the opportunity to reach over and cup Aaron's jaw while they were distracted.
The dip to kiss her fingers was instinctive, and then he caught himself and stared at her for a moment before she laughed again and leaned in to press her lips against his. Her kiss was more forceful this time, but Aaron couldn't even feel guilty for enjoying it, not when he had Dave's arms tightening around him as they kissed.
I'm kissing Prentiss. I'm kissing Emily Prentiss, Aaron thought, which would have been enough to short circuit his brain out of shock on any normal day, but to make this even more surreal, it was happening while Dave was nuzzling Aaron's ear. Then a moment later, Dave's hand was cupping Aaron through his pants. When Aaron sucked in a breath against Emily's mouth, Dave turned his head to Emily. "You're too dressed," he whispered in her ear, and Aaron felt her smile against his lips.
She flicked her tongue against his lower lip, then pulled away. He stared at her as she sucked Dave's earlobe into her mouth briefly. Then she stepped back away from either of them and tugged her shirt off over her head without bothering to unbutton it. Aaron's hips jerked and Dave chuckled and kissed him hungrily, his hand rubbing Aaron's arousal through his pants.
Aaron's eyes fluttered shut at Dave's kiss, and he moaned into it, pressing himself more firmly against Dave's hand. He was right, though, being with Dave had definitely not made him any less appreciative of the female body. Aaron opened his eyes again, and Emily had taken her pants off too. She was wearing red, satiny underwear with just a hint of lace.
She smiled at him, then walked back over to them. He felt her hands working at Dave's pants, and then Dave started to pull Aaron's open too. "Sexy," Dave whispered, and Emily made a wanting noise. Dave's hands paused, and he half turned to kiss her, her hands coming up to cup his face.
Dave's hands started moving again as the kiss continued, and Aaron found his breath catching at the sight. Her fingers had slid into Dave's hair, messing it up, and his teeth scraped over her lower lip. Dave pushed Aaron's pants off his hips as soon as they were open, then turned away to sweep Emily into his arms easily.
He crossed to the bed and dropped her unceremoniously, and as she laughed in response, Dave looked over his shoulder at Aaron, lifting his eyebrows in invitation.
"God," Aaron breathed, and stepped out of his pants, leaving them on the floor. He left his boxers on, because he was damned if he'd be the first one totally naked, but he did push off his shoes and socks. He crossed the room, his gaze flicking between Dave and Emily.
Dave's fingers brushed Aaron's jaw, and he kissed Aaron softly, then moved to get on the bed. He shifted over Emily, and she watched him, then he settled at her side and kissed her neck. Aaron felt another jolt of anxiety when he realized Dave had effectively made it so that Emily would be in between them.
She arched her back, sliding her fingers into Dave's hair again. Her other hand stretched out toward Aaron. She wasn't looking at him, but it was clearly an invitation. The movement had thrust her satin-clad breasts up, emphasizing the curve of her body. It sent a sizzle of lust through Aaron, but that was fanned into a flame when Dave's lips traveled down her throat to suck at her collarbone. Emily let out a moan and it was only then that Aaron realized he'd moved forward and taken her hand in his.
She gave him a gentle tug and he let her pull him onto the bed, then shifted to slide her fingers into his hair. He could tell that neither she or Dave were trying to push him, rather just enjoying each other while they let Aaron relax. Or possibly hoping they would drive him crazy with need. Maybe both.
He closed his eyes when she scraped her nails against his scalp, and when he opened them again, Dave was mouthing along the top of her bra. He hooked a finger into it to pull the cup down, exposing one pert breast, then closed his lips on Emily's nipple. She gasped, arching again and tightening her fingers in Aaron's hair.
God. Aaron let his mouth fall open a little as he watched. Dave knew he was being watched, too. He let Aaron see a flash of tongue, then he smiled and bit gently, and Emily yelped, tugging Aaron's hair lightly. Dave made a noise that could only be described as a growl, and Aaron found his own hand stretching out to trace a line down Emily's ribs.
She gasped and laughed, but Aaron couldn't look away from his own hand on her skin. Dave loved her. Dave loved him. She loved Dave. And they obviously all wanted each other. Aaron couldn't quite catch his breath. There was almost too much raw passion in this. It was overwhelming, but he felt like a moth drawn by the flame. There was no way to turn this down.
Dave's hand slid down Emily's side, his thumb hooking in the top of her underwear and pulling it down to expose a teasing glimpse of skin before letting it snap back into place. Emily made another noise half-way between a laugh and a moan, and Dave made a similarly pleased and wanting noise in return before his hand found Aaron's waist.
Aaron's sucked in a breath, surprised by the touch and the way it sent a jolt of lust through him, Dave's fingertips almost tingling on his skin. Dave's hand gave him a gentle tug forward, and Aaron let out a noise as all his internal protests caved and he ducked his head to kiss Emily's shoulder.
Her hand stroked down Aaron's neck to his back and she whispered, "Yes."
Aaron let out a shaky breath against her skin, and parted his lips, letting himself draw his tongue over her skin. He moved along her collar bone as Dave's hand slid into the top of his boxers. Aaron made a little noise at that, and rocked his hips instinctively, then felt his face heat when he realized his hips were up against Emily when he'd done that. But then she moaned, "Yes," and he did it again automatically.
Dave let out a low chuckle, and then Emily thrust her chest up. It took a moment to realize that Dave had slipped his hand under her to unhook her bra, and Aaron watched breathlessly as the red fabric went slack.
"Beautiful," Aaron whispered, watching Emily's hand slide down Dave's arm. She turned her head and slid her other hand up from his back to the back of his neck, tugging him closer. He went with the motion, but instead of kissing him, she pulled Dave closer and guided them together. Aaron moaned as his lips pressed against Dave's. He could feel Emily's hand stroking down his back and then slipping around to circle teasingly around a nipple. She was making quiet noises in her throat that told him Dave was touching her too.
Aaron didn't look. He closed his eyes as Dave bit at his throat, and just ran his hand down Dave's arm to find that Dave's hand had slipped into Emily's panties. Aaron rested his hand on top of Dave's through the fabric and followed the slow, circular motion of Dave's fingers for a moment and feeling the heat of her body. Aaron made a wordless noise, hardly believing this was happening, then slid his hand away from Dave's to cup Emily's breast.
"What do you want, Aaron?" Dave breathed against his skin.
"You," Aaron answered. His heart was pounding madly in his chest. "Both of you." He rubbed his thumb over Emily's nipple, eliciting a breathy noise of pleasure from her. Slender fingers slipped down to press against his stomach, then curled around his boxers-clad erection. It sent a burst of pleasure through him and he moaned. For a moment he flashed on the terrifying and wonderful fact that it was Prentiss massaging his cock. Then his hips jerked and he forgot what he'd been thinking about as Dave's lips covered his own again.
"You want me to fuck you?" Dave breathed, not letting Aaron answer before kissing him again. Emily made a whimpery noise that seemed more to do with Dave's words than anything else. "Or would you rather fuck me? Or Emily? Want one of us to suck you?" Aaron whimpered this time, and he knew Dave was just trying to make him crazy enough to blurt out something he wanted. Anything.
Aaron squeezed gently at Emily's breast, remembering the wet heat of sinking into a woman. She pressed up into his touch, her fingers sliding along the length of his cock. Dave's tongue was stroking against his almost teasingly, then as Aaron whimpered again, Dave's kiss grew hungry. "Do you want to go down on her?" Dave murmured. "Want to suck me?" Aaron couldn't answer. He didn't even know what answer to give. He just panted.
"Or you could watch me have my way with her," Dave said.
"God, Dave," Aaron panted.
"Wasn't an answer."
"I don't know," Aaron finally blurted, thrusting into Emily's hand.
"You're giving up your say on the matter?" Emily cut in, a thread of mischief running through her voice.
"What?" Aaron gasped, turning his head to stare at her.
"You don't know?" she asked. She squeezed him gently, then slipped her thumb into the opening in the front of his boxers to run it over the head of his cock, smearing through the precome. "So I can decide? I know what I want."
He shuddered as his hips jerked. He looked at Dave, ignited by the heat in his gaze. "Yes," he blurted. "Whatever she wants."
Dave gave him an amused and hungry look in response, then Emily poked Dave's side. "I didn't know you bottomed, David."
Dave looked down at her, his expression odd, but not any less turned on. "It's Aaron," he said, as if that was an explanation, and Emily grinned.
"I want to watch you together. I want you to go down on me while he fucks you," she breathed.
Aaron groaned as a wave of pure lust followed those words through his body. "I think I love your girlfriend, Dave," he said, and pulled Dave in for a searing kiss.
Dave chuckled against Aaron's lips, and Emily let out a low laugh, then said, "Good to know." She moved her hand, and Aaron missed it for a moment, but then she was pulling his boxers off. He shifted to let her get them off, then helped her out of her panties without breaking the kiss.
Her free hand curled around his, guiding his hand between her legs. She moaned as she slipped his fingers inside her and Aaron's thumb brushed against her clit. Aaron's breath caught in his chest and he thrust his tongue into Dave's mouth in mimicry. He pushed at the waistband of Dave's boxers, but his attention was fractured and he couldn't manage it until Dave helped him.
"I love you," Aaron murmured, gazing hungrily into Dave's eyes. Emily pushed gently against his hand and let out another moan. She couldn't have not heard him, but she didn't seem to care. Aaron crooked his finger inside her without much thought and she let out another louder moan.
"Yes," she gasped, and pushed herself down against his hand again. "God, yes."
Dave's gaze was still on Aaron, though. "I love you," he returned. "So much." He glanced down at Emily, and Aaron's gaze followed. He wasn't sure he'd ever seen any woman look quite so wanton before. "She's amazing, though, isn't she?" Dave finished.
"God, yes," Aaron echoed her. She was watching them both, one hand still on Aaron's, the other flicking lazily at one of her breasts.
"Kiss," she ordered them, her eyelids lowering halfway in anticipation. "Let me see."
Dave leaned in without hesitation and started to kiss Aaron again. This time it was slow and lingering, though, Dave's tongue sliding along Aaron's lower lip. Aaron knew it was for her, to give her a good show, but it was driving Aaron crazy too. Emily pressed her hand on top of Aaron's to guide him in deeper, and Aaron slipped another finger in as she did.
"Good?" he breathed in between kisses that were growing slowly more heated.
"Yes," she whispered, and he realized he couldn't wait to fuck her too, to feel this wet heat around his cock.
"Gorgeous," Dave whispered, his lips brushing Aaron's. His tongue teased at Aaron's upper lip, making Aaron open automatically and lean in for a kiss, but Dave leaned away again. Emily let out a quiet whimper and rocked her hips against Aaron's hand. Aaron tried again, and again Dave barely let their tongues brush before leaning out of the kiss. There was a gleam of amusement in his eyes, but there was challenge too. Before Aaron could think about it, he curled a hand at the back of Dave's neck and kissed him hard, keeping him from pulling away. Dave and Emily moaned at the same time.
Dave's hand slid down his arm as they kissed, then brushed over Emily's stomach before taking Aaron's wrist and guiding it away from her. Emily made a disappointed noise, but when Dave pulled Aaron's hand up to suck his fingers into his mouth, she gasped. Dave's tongue circled each of Aaron's fingers in turn, and when he was done licking Aaron's hand clean, he kissed Aaron again, Emily's taste on his tongue.
Aaron buried his fingers in Dave's hair and drew the kiss out until they were both gasping. "I want you," he rasped, watching Dave. "Want to fuck you while she watches. Want to share this."
Dave made a noise of agreement, and Aaron heard Emily pulling open the bedside table to get the lube. "Want everything both of you want," Dave panted, then shifted between Emily's legs and leaned down to kiss her hard as she passed the lube to Aaron behind his back.
Her fingers curled into Dave's hair, and when Aaron's finger's brushed Dave's entrance, Dave sucked in a breath. Emily tugged Dave back so she could watch his face. Aaron couldn't see it, but when he slid the first finger in, Dave groaned and her lips parted as she gazed at Dave's face.
"God, you're sexy," she panted.
"So are you," Aaron said, and then when Emily laughed he realized Dave had said it at the same time. Aaron smiled at her and then leaned down to plant a kiss between Dave's shoulderblades. "I couldn't believe it when he first gave me this," he murmured, watching Emily as he continued to drop kisses along Dave's skin. "Always confident, always strong." He slipped another finger inside, giving Dave just a hint of roughness. Emily's mouth was open as her gaze flickered from Dave's face to Aaron's. "And he was giving me his vulnerability," he told her. He licked a circle against Dave's skin. "He surrendered to me."
His voice was going rough with emotion, and he closed his eyes for a moment, then kissed Dave's back again. "I love him so much." He worked his fingers inside Dave.
Dave gasped and swore when Aaron hit his prostate, but Emily just breathed, "God." She reached up and touched Aaron's arm as Dave dropped his forehead to her shoulder.
"Aaron," Dave whispered, and he pushed back against Aaron's hand. "You have all of me."
Aaron kissed Dave's shoulder. "I'm so lucky," he whispered, and looked at Emily. He didn't want to hurt her. He didn't want her thinking she didn't have everything that Dave gave to him. But he didn't think it was his place to tell her Dave loved her. Not if Dave had been holding back because of guilt about Aaron. "He shares himself with you too," he murmured instead, holding Emily's gaze as he rubbed at Dave's prostate again.
"God, yes," Dave whispered. It was half a response to Aaron's fingers, and half an affirmation of Aaron's words. "Emily," he said, nuzzling her throat.
"I know," she murmured, and Aaron thought she must know that letting her see him like this was Dave's way of exposing his vulnerability to her as well.
"So sexy," Aaron said, teasing a third finger at Dave's entrance. "You like his passion as much as I do, don't you?" He pressed the finger inside, wondering how long it would take for Dave to demand more. Or for Emily to demand more. "I love having his attention focused on me. And I love pushing him so hard he can't focus on anything." He gave her a crooked smile, inviting her to share.
Before she could, Dave chuckled breathlessly. "Talking about me like I'm not in the room," he panted.
Aaron laughed in return, but then twisted his fingers. Dave tensed in pleasure, letting out a sharp noise, then relaxed again, Emily had been grinning until Dave gasped, then she bit her lower lip, her gaze hungry again. Aaron saw her shift, her hands moving down between her and Dave, and then Dave let out another low moan.
Aaron looked down hungrily at the tension of need in Dave's back. "You're so gorgeous, David," he murmured, stroking his free hand down Dave's spine. "So wonderful." He began thrusting slowly with his fingers inside Dave, watching his reaction.
Dave's breathing was growing labored. "God, I'm lucky," he panted, and turned his head to mouth at Emily's jaw. She turned her head and caught his lips for a kiss that lingered. Aaron could see that Dave was timing the strokes of his tongue with the in and out of Aaron's fingers and wondered if Dave realized it. Emily hummed a pleased noise against Dave's mouth, and they were both breathless when the kiss broke.
"I think Dave forgot some of the instructions, didn't he?" Aaron teased, deliberately ignoring the fact that he wasn't fucking Dave yet. "He's supposed to be going down on you." Saying those words to Emily Prentiss sent a funny shock through him, but the wicked smile she gave him dispelled it almost instantly. God, she was incredibly sexy like this. It was easy to see why Dave liked having her in his bed, now that he'd seen this side of her.
"That's right," she panted, running her fingers through Dave's hair. "You're neglecting me."
Dave bit her jaw lightly. "Maybe I was just waiting for Aaron to get the hell on with it," he complained, but he sounded affectionate, and then he shifted back a little to move down her body. Aaron moved with him and watched as Dave kissed her breasts, making little noises of need as Aaron moved his fingers.
Aaron laughed and slid his fingers out. "Is he this bossy with you too?" he asked, but arched an eyebrow to let her know the question was rhetorical. David Rossi didn't know how to be anything but bossy, and Aaron loved every minute of it. Dave was right; Aaron did like it when he pushed him.
He reached for the lube and slicked his cock, groaning at the pleasure it sent through him. "God, David, I can hardly wait to be inside you," he murmured.
Dave scraped his teeth against Emily's skin, then moved completely between her legs while Aaron's fingers weren't in him.
"God, I can't wait either," Emily murmured. She was smiling, but her expression was lusty too. "So sexy that you do this," she whispered, stroking Dave's hair, then Dave ducked his head and licked her, making her gasp and tighten her fingers in his hair.
Aaron watched for a long moment, enjoying the way she squirmed when Dave laughed against her. He was well acquainted with Dave's attention to detail and skill with his mouth. "Sexy," he breathed. He shifted up behind Dave, letting his cock nestle against Dave's ass without pushing inside yet.
Dave groaned, which made Emily shudder with pleasure, and then pushed himself back against Aaron. "Please," he breathed, and Aaron licked his lips, sliding his hands over Dave's hips and rocking forward, just enough to tease.
"So sexy," Aaron said. Dave shuddered and pushed back against him again.
"Aaron, more," he growled. Emily made a hungry noise and squirmed. "Aaron, more," she echoed, glancing up at him for a moment, then turning her attention back to Dave.
Aaron grinned and pressed inside as slowly as he could stand. As pleasure rushed through him, the grin fell off and his mouth dropped open. God Dave felt good.
When he looked back down, Emily was watching him breathlessly. She panted something he didn't understand because Dave let out a long groan and pressed his face to her stomach. He saw Dave's hand curl against Emily's hip as Dave caught his breath, panting Aaron's name.
"God," Emily whispered, staring at Aaron. "Are you...?"
"Yeah," Aaron managed, watching Dave hungrily. He ran his hands over Dave's back, then stroked back down his side. "He feels so good, so tight and hot." He shifted his hips forward, pressing until he could settle against Dave's ass.
Emily bit her lips together and watched him, and her breath hitched when Aaron started moving. "You're so lucky," she murmured, and Dave snorted. She pursed her lips and thwapped him on the side of the head. It just made him laugh, and he clenched around Aaron as he did.
Aaron gasped, his hips automatically jerking forward, and then Dave's laughter dissolved into a moan.
"God," Aaron moaned in echo. He'd had no idea how good it could be to share this with a third person. He'd never even considered it, but the passion and enjoyment that built between two people was magnified by a third. "Dave," he breathed, thrusting with more force. "So good."
Emily's eyelids were lowering, her gaze flicking between Aaron and Dave as if she wasn't sure which of them were enjoying themselves more. Aaron slipped a hand down and stroked it up her leg, enjoying the smoothness of her skin. She slid her leg up so he could reach her better, and he teased a finger along the underside of her knee. Her eyes slipped shut and she made a pleased noise, just as Dave pushed back against him.
"More," he ordered, and then must have gone back to pleasuring Emily, as she started making more noise once he lowered his head again.
Aaron groaned and obeyed, thrusting harder and settling into a rhythm, liking the way that provoked louder noises from both Dave and Emily. He hoped he would be able to last long enough to not embarrass himself. Not that it was usually a problem, but this was driving him crazy already. "Suck on her," he panted, looking down at Emily's face. "I want to see her come first, Dave."
"Oh, G--" she started, then arched suddenly as Dave apparently did what Aaron asked. Her fingers curled tightly into Dave's hair, her breasts thrust up, nipples hard. She was gorgeous. She and Dave were gorgeous together.
Aaron thrust a little harder, and Dave groaned. It made Emily groan in response, and Aaron enjoyed the chain reaction as he did it again. Then Dave shifted a little to balance on one elbow, and Aaron saw his arm moving as he thrust his fingers into her.
"Gorgeous," Aaron murmured, but it was drowned out by the noise Emily made as she arched again in response to Dave's touch. The hand on Emily's knee went still as he reached his other hand down to curl around Dave's cock, stroking in counterpoint to his thrusts.
The response from Dave was muffled, but definitely relieved. His hips jerked and he clenched around Aaron. Aaron gasped, but was distracted now by what Dave was doing to Emily. She was gasping, looking like she was having a hard time keeping still, and her fingers were clenched tightly in Dave's hair.
She pulled just slightly, then panted, "Just like that," she ordered. "Yes." Her back arched, and her gaze fell to where Aaron's hips were pumping against Dave's. "Yes."
Her encouragement gave a little more enthusiasm to Aaron's movements and he gave a few hard thrusts, staring at the graceful curves of her body. Her hair was spread messily across the bed and her mouth was open in obvious ecstasy. He'd never seen Emily Prentiss look like this. It was amazing.
"Dave, don't stop," she demanded, he voice breathy, and when he groaned a response, she gasped. A moment later, she tugged Dave's hair again as she cried out, her orgasm shaking her entire body.
Aaron's hips jerked as seeing her come sent a jolt of lust through him. He'd been part of that, of taking controlled, compartmentalized Emily Prentiss apart with pleasure. It was intoxicating. He stroked Dave faster, staring down at them both.
Dave rested his head against her thigh as she caught her breath, gasping. Her eyes were closed, and she had her hand pressed to her forehead, her lips curving in a lazy smile. Dave mumbled encouragements as Aaron stroked, and Aaron could feel his own body tensing with need.
After a moment, Emily seemed to have recovered, and she gazed at them both for a moment, then shifted and nudged at Dave's shoulders. "Up," she murmured.
Aaron's brows drew together, but after a moment he shifted back so Dave could straighten and sink back against him. It made them both groan as the angle changed and pleasure shot through Aaron's body. "Fuck!" he gasped, slipping his hand back down to stroke Dave. Emily's fingers stopped him, though, and she shook her head.
"Let me," she murmured, and got up on her knees, watching them for a moment. Then she lowered her eyelids slowly, looking at Dave's face, and bent down to take him in her mouth.
Dave cursed, his hands dropping, Aaron assumed, to rest on the top of Emily's head. She made a hungry noise that Aaron recognized, one that he made at the way Dave looked when he was this close to orgasm. One of Dave's hands moved back to Aaron's hip, encouraging Aaron to move faster, as Dave moaned. "Oh, God."
"So hot," Aaron breathed, turning his head so his lips brushed Dave's ear. "Feel so good around me. Love having Emily's mouth on you, don't you? Dave, you're sexy." He was getting close himself, pleasure singing through him as he drove into Dave's body. He could imagine the way Prentiss looked with her red lips around Dave's cock. A jolt of lust went through him as he imagined how it would feel to have her lips around his own cock while Dave did this to him. God, this had been a good idea.
"Amazing," Dave panted, dropping his head back to Aaron's shoulder. "Both of you." A moment later, he made a choked noise, and then came, spasming around Aaron as he did and moaning first Emily's name, then Aaron's.
Aaron made a wordless noise and held Dave close, losing himself to his desperate need for completion. He was close, but he needed something, something he couldn't name... One hand dropped to stroke Emily's hair and Aaron groaned. He could hear Dave's gasping breaths in his ear and Emily's voice as he squeezed his eyes shut and abandoned himself to climax.
His hand curled gently in Emily's hair as he came, thoughtlessly murmuring praises as he dropped his head to close his teeth lightly on Dave's shoulder. Dave pushed back against him, and Aaron sucked in one last gasp, then sat back, breathless, pulling Dave back into his lap to avoid causing discomfort by pulling out too fast.
"God," he managed, pressing his cheek against Dave's skin. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so drained...and so good.
He heard Emily laugh softly as he closed his eyes, and then her fingers curled around his.
"You're beautiful together," she murmured. "I'm glad I got to be part of this."
Dave hummed a spent, but pleased noise, and reached out for her. Aaron opened his eyes again to see Dave pull her in for a kiss, and she grinned and wiped his goatee before leaning in and giving him one.
"Glad you suggested it. Glad you're here," Dave murmured. "Beautiful."
Aaron cleared his throat quietly. "You are beautiful, Emily," he agreed. "Thank you." He didn't know how to properly express what this had meant to him tonight...what it meant that she didn't mind sharing... No one had ever made him feel as completely understood as Dave did, and Aaron was grateful that he didn't have to give that up.
Emily laughed, and Dave shifted to pull away. When he rested back on the bed, he gave them both a tug to join him. "Feel like I just won the lottery," he said.
Aaron settled down next to him and kissed his shoulder, while Emily snuggled against his other side. "I can't imagine why," Aaron teased, slipping an arm around Dave to brush at Emily's cheek. She smiled and stretched an arm across Dave's chest, her fingers resting on Aaron.
"Snuggled up between us both after the best sex he's had in ages?" She met Aaron's gaze. "The only thing better is knowing we'll get to do it all again."
Dave's eyes were closed, but a smile stretched across his face. Then he turned his head and barely opened his eyes to look at Aaron, as if making sure Aaron agreed. Aaron gave him a smile in return, and Dave sighed happily. "Thank God."
Aaron moved just enough to kiss Dave softly, then smiled at Emily. "This was a good idea, Emily," he murmured.
She smiled back at him, looking oddly tentative after the things they'd done tonight. "I'm glad you think so, Aaron," she replied, snuggling closer against Dave.
Dave hummed, and pulled them both as close as he could comfortably get them. Aaron saw his fingers sift through Emily's hair, and then Dave turned his head and kissed her forehead. She smiled softly and tilted her chin up for a real kiss after that. "Beautiful," he whispered.
Aaron laughed and brushed his nose against Dave's jaw. "Tell her the truth, Dave," he murmured. He felt better than he had in a long time.
Dave snorted. "What? She is beautiful."
"She is," Aaron agreed. "But that's not what I meant." He smiled and kissed Dave again, then glanced at Emily, who looked quizzical. After a moment he brushed his fingers through her hair and sat up, looking at Dave. "Remember what you said by the elevator? Tell her." Then he got up and headed for the bathroom to give them some privacy.
"Tell me what?" Emily asked, frowning in confusion. Aaron saw her watch him leave until the door shut, and then he tried not to listen. It seemed juvenile to eavesdrop, even if he really wanted to, if just to know if Dave would say 'I love you' for the first time to her differently than he had the first time to him. Still, Aaron relieved himself, and spent more time than necessary washing his hands. Then he stepped back and looked at himself in the mirror for a moment. It was hard to believe this was all really happening, but his reflection only confirmed it.
When Aaron had given them plenty of time, he opened the door slowly and found Dave and Emily kissing. She'd rolled halfway on top of him, her kisses hungry and tender at the same time.
Aaron couldn't quite suppress the chuckle that rose to his lips. It was an incredible feeling to know that he could be part of this happiness. Still, he wasn't sure if he would be intruding if he went back to bed right now...even if he wanted nothing more than to snuggle up against Dave and sleep.
Dave looked over at Aaron's laughter with a weak glare, and Emily followed his gaze, though she was grinning rather ridiculously. "What are you laughing at?" Dave demanded quietly as Emily went back to kissing Dave's neck. "You were over the moon too, if I recall," he said. "Not that I can blame you two, but that's-- ow!"
Emily started laughing and buried her face against his shoulder. When Dave turned his head toward her again, Aaron realized she must have bit him.
Laughing, he went and climbed in bed. "I was laughing because I know that feeling well," he said softly. He brushed his knuckles against Dave's cheek, smiling warmly. God, how did he get so lucky? "Including her opinion about your ego," he added after a moment, and pulled the covers over himself without offering any to Dave.
Dave shook his head, but didn't complain. He just yanked up some of the covers and helped Emily under them. "You two are lucky you're cute."
Aaron smiled and kissed Dave's shoulder. "Yes, we know." On the other side of Dave, Emily laughed. He draped an arm across Dave's chest and felt Emily's fingers stroke up to circle his wrist lightly.
"Sleep well," Emily murmured.
Dave shifted a little to get comfortable, then he breathed in a deep, contented breath. "I know I will," he said, and kissed them in turn. Aaron wondered randomly if there was some kind of etiquette regarding who got the last kiss, but then decided this felt too nice to worry about it now.
"Me too," he murmured, closing his eyes and smiling. They could worry about the rest of it tomorrow.
Authors:
innerslytherin & severity_softlyPairing: Hotch/Rossi/Prentiss
Rating: Oh so very NC-17
WC: ~10,400
Summary: Dave loved them both, but Aaron never expected the direction things took the night they shared a glass of whiskey in his office.
Notes: Spoilers for "Hopeless", after which this is set.
It was the arched eyebrow that did Aaron in.
He didn't know why. He'd never looked at Prentiss that way before, even though he knew she and Dave were sleeping together. It was the healthiest relationship Dave had had with a woman since his last divorce fifteen years ago.
And it didn't bother him for some reason, because he knew Dave liked women. Dave had always liked women. Loved women. But Dave loved him, too. And Aaron liked Prentiss a lot. He could see what drew Dave to her, because she was practically a female version of himself.
Still, she had Dave some nights, he had Dave other nights, and never the twain had met. Not until they invaded his office with a bottle of Eagle Rare and that God-damned arched eyebrow.
Turned out Aaron never could turn down a dare.
"I can't believe you still keep a bottle in your office," he said, taking the glass.
Dave's lips quirked. "Yes you can," he said, opening the bottle and pouring.
He was wearing black on black, and of course he knew what that would normally do to Aaron on nights after cases like this, but tonight was different. Aaron glanced at Prentiss, then picked up his glass and took a long sip, as Dave poured her a glass too.
Prentiss drank her whiskey straight without flinching. That was something else Aaron liked about her. He didn't know whether she'd learned to drink from Dave or if it was something they'd bonded over, but she drank whiskey the way Dave did, and it reminded Aaron of how Dave had been the one to teach him to like whiskey.
"Usually you bring me tea," he told Dave, who arched an eyebrow. It wasn't really usually. Just the nights that he spent with Prentiss instead of Aaron.
Dave watched Aaron for a moment over the rim of his glass. There was a glint in his eyes when he lowered it. "Tonight's different. I think we deserve it." Prentiss remained quiet. Her gaze flickered to Aaron every once in a while, but Dave's gaze didn't leave Aaron's at all. "You deserve it," he amended.
"Morgan didn't seem to think so," Aaron said. He hadn't looked back, but he knew Morgan thought he'd lost it. He also knew Morgan was skating lines that shouldn't be crossed. But he didn't want to think about that.
"Morgan doesn't matter tonight," Emily said. Her voice was huskier than usual, and for a moment their eyes locked, but then she glanced at Dave again and Aaron had to wonder why she was really in this. She didn't want him. He didn't mind, personally; being with Dave hadn't stopped his appreciation for the female body. But he didn't understand.
"Why?" he asked.
"Why not?" Dave asked. "He's dealing with whatever he's dealing with, and it really has nothing to do with us." Aaron had to admit that it was mostly right. But then Dave had a way of saying things like that.
He shook his head. "I meant...this," he said, and gestured with his whiskey glass. Us, he didn't dare say, because he knew damn well it was what they were offering, but he couldn't help being afraid to bring attention to it. "Why?"
Dave shrugged, then repeated, "Why not?"
Aaron gave him a look, but Dave was clearly interested in being inscrutable, so Aaron shrugged and sipped the whiskey again. When he looked at Emily again, she grinned at him, and he saw in that grin the same things he was used to feeling about Dave. Nothing you can do about it, so you indulge him, and he usually makes it worthwhile.
They sipped their drinks for a while, none of them saying anything. Dave's 'why not?' was somehow oddly final for it to have been a question, but Aaron was okay with that. That was weird, too, because he'd never thought he would be interested in this. The silence was comfortable, though, and Aaron had to admit to himself, as his mind wandered, that he would actually rather share Dave with Emily than wonder what they were doing on the nights he was alone.
He wondered if this was an evolution of their relationships, or if it was a one-time thing. He wondered if he would be okay with it being a one-time thing. He wondered if he was expected to fall for Emily. Somehow he didn't see that happening, exactly. He liked her and respected her a great deal, but she was so much like him that he wasn't sure either of them would work in a relationship without Dave to cement it.
Dave and Emily finished their drinks first, but Dave didn't pour them another one. He just waited for Aaron to drain his glass and set it down, then said, "Come home with us."
He couldn't pretend to be surprised. He could ask why again, but he knew Dave wouldn't change his answer, so he didn't bother. Aaron wasn't sure it was a good idea, but it was a tempting one. He contemplated his empty glass for a long moment, then looked up. Emily's gaze was on his face, unflinching and open. Dave was watching him too, looking calm and confident.
Aaron didn't bother answering aloud. He just stood up, holding Dave's gaze, and waited for him to lead the way.
A slow smile slid across Dave's face, then he stood too. His hand brushed down Emily's arm as he walked past her and out the door, expecting them both to follow him. And of course they did. When they got to the bullpen, Emily told Aaron she'd meet them at the elevator, and Aaron wondered if she was giving him an opportunity to question Dave without her present before they left.
Far be it from him to pass up the opportunity. "Dave," he murmured quietly as they walked away, "I'm not sure I understand."
"What's not to understand?" Dave asked.
Aaron gave him a look. "The same question I've already asked. Why?"
"Somehow I get the impression that 'why not' isn't going to cut it," Dave said. He stopped in front of the elevator and pushed the button, then turned around to look at Aaron. There wasn't any one around, but Dave kept his voice low anyway. "I love you, and... I think I could love her."
"If you didn't feel guilty about that because of me," Aaron supplied, and Dave didn't answer, so he had a feeling he was right. And it struck him as strange that it still didn't really bother him. Aaron knew Emily was good for Dave, just like he was.
"And I think it could be good for all of us," Dave finished. "Especially you and me."
Aaron looked beyond Dave to watch Prentiss fussing with something at her desk. He had a feeling she was just killing time so they could talk. "She's good for you," he said quietly. He thought back to what Dave had said about having something pure in life. "The two of you could have something real, Dave." He paused, because what he and Dave had was real. But it had to be hidden. "Something official," he clarified, and looked back at his lover.
"It could be official with you too, if you'd stop being such a tight ass," Dave said, but his tone was affectionate, and then after a moment, he smirked. "Not that that doesn't have its benefits."
Aaron snorted and thwapped Dave on the shoulder. "Smart aleck." He hesitated. "She doesn't mind?"
"It was her suggestion, actually," Dave said. He tilted his head, glancing back at her briefly before returning his gaze to Aaron. "I think she figured out how much I was wanting it, without me ever saying a word. The woman's a damn good profiler."
"Are you sure?" Aaron asked, more quietly. "It might be that she wants you to make a decision. Dave, women don't like to have your divided attention." He'd learned that the hard way, and it had cost him his marriage. Not that he wasn't happy with Dave, but he still felt bad for failing Haley so badly.
Dave snorted. "It's not like she doesn't already know I'm in love with you, Aaron. She's not Haley."
Aaron sighed. "I just don't want to hurt anyone," he murmured. He didn't want to get hurt himself, either, but he was used to putting the others ahead of himself. He loved his team, and he had lived in fear for the past year that this arrangement would fall apart and destroy what he loved.
The elevator door opened and Dave held it, still watching Aaron. "You won't," he said. Emily must have heard the elevator, because she came walking towards them quickly. She looked at both of them, then slipped between them into the elevator. Dave lifted his eyebrows, half in invitation, and half in what looked like a challenge.
Aaron drew in a deep breath and stepped onto the elevator. He couldn't say no. He'd never forgive himself if he said no. He just hoped Emily would forgive him for saying yes.
She was smiling, though, when he got in, and Dave followed, settling against the wall between them. Emily leaned against his shoulder, which should have made Aaron jealous, but didn't. God, this was possibly the strangest, stupidest thing he'd done in a long time. The way Dave was smiling at him had an odd way of making it feel like the best decision he could make.
Aaron hated feeling so confused and uncertain about something. He wasn't used to his instinct being opposed to what his good sense told him. But his instinct was what was leading him to do this, and he wasn't going to back down now. He kept thinking he should blurt out that he didn't feel for Emily what he felt for Dave, or what Dave felt for Emily. He couldn't understand how this could work without a equilateral triangle of emotion. But they both looked so damned happy that he bit the words back and worried silently.
They didn't really say much the whole way to Dave's house. Aaron thought it was because in light of what they were doing, going back to normal conversation about work or the case would have seemed odd. None of them were thinking about that now, and they knew it. When they pulled into Dave's garage, Dave said, "Wine or whiskey?"
"Wine," Aaron answered, almost on top of Emily's reply of, "Whiskey."
Dave snorted. "As if you two didn't already make my life complicated enough."
Aaron glanced sideways at Emily and said, "Whiskey is fine." Maybe whiskey would be better, actually. The more he had to drink, the less he might think about all of this and screw up.
"Pushover," Dave teased. Emily giggled and got out of the car to let herself in the house. Dave reached over and closed his hand around Aaron's before he could follow. "I love you," he murmured, holding Aaron's gaze.
Aaron gave him a troubled look. "I love you too," he said, equally quietly. "Why else do you think this scares me so much?"
Dave lifted their joined hands and brushed his lips over Aaron's knuckles. "I'd understand if you didn't want to do this."
Aaron pressed his lips together, then tugged Dave close for a real kiss. "I do," he breathed. "I just don't understand why I do."
Dave smiled. "We can do all the understanding for you," he said, then kissed Aaron again.
"That's not generally how I operate," Aaron murmured. He brushed his thumb against Dave's cheek and closed his eyes, kissing him more deeply. He needed this, and he wanted desperately for it to work.
Dave hummed a pleased noise into the kiss, then looked at Aaron when he pulled away. "Eh. You like it when I push you," he said. He kissed Aaron again, briefly, then added, "and you'll figure it out soon enough," before opening his door and getting out of the car.
"One of these days you'll push me off a cliff," Aaron muttered, but he felt only affectionate exasperation as he watched Dave. "God you're sexy," he said more loudly. It killed him when Dave dressed like that. Maybe whiskey was a good idea after all. He wondered what Emily was doing right now.
When they got inside, she was sitting on the couch, her shoes already off, with three glasses of whiskey sitting on the coffee table next to a mostly full bottle. "We okay?" she asked. She was looking at Aaron.
He wondered if he was supposed to sit with her. He glanced at Dave, then looked back at her. "We're okay," he said firmly. He was confused and more than a little turned on, but they were definitely okay.
After a moment he picked up a glass, but he just hovered at the end of the coffee table, uncertain of what to do. Then Dave slid up behind him, his arm going around Aaron's waist. He kissed the back of Aaron's neck, hot breath against his skin. Emily's gaze was unflinching, but Aaron saw her breath hitch a little.
Aaron let out a long shaky breath and lowered his eyelids, though he couldn't seem to drag his gaze away from Emily's. There was something exciting about the way she seemed to like the sight of them together. He pressed back against Dave, letting his ass nestle up against Dave's groin, and took another sip of whiskey.
Dave made a quiet, appreciative noise, and slid his hand to Aaron's hip. He nosed at Aaron's hair, just at the nape of his neck, and said, "Do we need to talk about how this works?" Then he chuckled, the huff of breath sending a shiver through Aaron. "Or drink half the bottle of whiskey first?"
"How does this work?" Aaron asked, his eyes closing.
"I've never done this before," Emily admitted.
Dave didn't say anything, and when Aaron opened his eyes, Emily arched a brow at him. He tightened his hold on Aaron, then said, "No comment."
Aaron exchanged a glance with Emily, then said, "No, really, how does this work?"
Dave pulled back and rested his chin on Aaron's shoulder. "Maybe we should drink a bit more," he suggested.
Aaron lifted a hand to curl his fingers in Dave's hair. "I'm fine with drinking more." He turned his head and kissed Dave, feeling a rush of embarrassment that Emily was watching, but feeling a rush of arousal immediately after.
Dave shifted a little to let Aaron turn to face him more fully, then he cupped Aaron's face and deepened the kiss. When Dave ended the kiss, Aaron could feel that his face was flushed. Dave just grinned and inclined his head toward the couch before leading them over to sit next to Emily, whose lips were parted as she stared at them. Dave lowered himself down next to her, then pulled her in for a soft kiss that drew a little noise from her.
God, Aaron shouldn't think that was sexy. He shouldn't feel another pulse of arousal at the line of her throat as she tilted her head towards Dave. He shouldn't think of whether Dave kissed them differently or the same. The fact that he shouldn't didn't stop him. Aaron let out a suddenly shaky breath and refilled his glass.
Dave brushed his thumb over Emily's cheek when he pulled back, then refilled her glass. He settled back against they couch with his own drink, which had been untouched until now, and took a long sip. "How does what work? Tonight? Or are we talking in the grand scheme?"
Aaron closed his eyes, trying to collect himself. He wanted to ask about the grand scheme, but he wasn't sure he would be able to process it at this point anyway. "Any of it," he said finally, opening his eyes. Somehow he found it easier to watch Emily as he spoke; maybe it was because he didn't have the emotional investment in her that he had in Dave.
"I'd rather this not be the only time, but I realize that none of us knows how this is going to go yet, so I suppose we'll have to withhold judgment there," Dave said.
"I'm all in," Emily said quietly, looking at Aaron. "I wouldn't have suggested this at all if I weren't." She paused, then blurted, "I hated feeling like I was taking him from you."
Aaron stared at her. "I...Pren--Emily...I didn't mean--"
"I know." She shrugged and looked down, then met his gaze again. "But the two of you are perfect. Just...perfect."
Dave looked over at Aaron at her words, grinning slowly. "Told you."
Aaron glared at Dave, but he couldn't hold it. He shook his head. "I feel like I'm going to let you both down," he admitted. Maybe he should be drinking faster and thinking less. He'd certainly had no trouble responding physically a few minutes ago. He took a long sip of his whiskey.
"I can't even being to think how," Dave said, taking a sip of his drink, then lifting a hand to touch Aaron's chin.
I've let down everyone I've loved, Aaron thought, but he shook his head faintly and leaned in to kiss him. "I love you," he breathed. He thought he heard Emily suck in a breath, but she didn't speak.
"I love you," Dave breathed in return, and kissed Aaron again. He shifted a little, and Aaron thought maybe he was reaching back for Emily, but he didn't open his eyes when Dave deepened their kiss.
Dave made a quiet noise into the kiss and Aaron wondered if Emily was watching them or if she'd touched Dave. Maybe she'd kissed his knuckles. Maybe she'd licked one of his fingers. Aaron nipped at Dave's lower lip, wanting to look but not wanting to stop.
Dave's hand slid up into Aaron's hair, then his lips moved to Aaron's jaw. Aaron was still gripping his glass, and when he opened his eyes to see Emily was watching, he lifted it and drained what was left. Dave laughed against his throat as he swallowed. Emily just grinned and followed suit, emptying her glass too.
He wanted to kiss her suddenly, just to see what it would be like. He still wasn't sure if he was supposed to, though, so he just tilted his head, inviting Dave's lips to travel further along his throat. He kept watching Emily, grateful that she seemed to be aroused by the sight of Dave's lips against Aaron's skin.
When she shifted closer, Dave made a little noise, and Aaron saw she'd slid her hand up under Dave's shirt. It had been pulled out just enough. She closed her eyes and nuzzled her face against Dave's shoulder. Aaron reached up and touched her hair, and she smiled without opening her eyes.
Just then, Dave made a noise that wasn't quite as pleased as before. Aaron pulled his hand away, wondering if he'd misstepped until Dave said, "I'm getting suffocated. Maybe the couch isn't the best place for this."
Emily laughed. "Only if we take the whiskey with us," she said, meeting Aaron's gaze. Then she shifted to kiss Dave teasingly, just the corner of his mouth, though Aaron saw a flicker of pink tongue against his lips. Dave caught her before she pulled too far away and gave her a proper kiss, then said, "Of course."
Emily stood and led the way, and Dave gave Aaron a look. "She's somethin'," he said, his tone almost proud.
Aaron laughed softly. "I would never have thought of this," he agreed. He caught at Dave's elbow before letting him follow. "David," he murmured, wanting to ask if he was allowed to touch her without making Dave angry. He hesitated, searching for words.
Dave leaned in and kissed him, almost like he thought he needed to reassure Aaron of this whole thing again. "What?"
Aaron cleared his throat. "I...don't know how to do this without...ah..." He darted a glance down the hall, where Prentiss had paused to look over her shoulder at them without turning. He lowered his voice. "I don't want to cross a line between you..."
Dave pulled back to give Aaron a look, and Aaron felt his cheek heat a little. Dave rolled his eyes, but his expression was affectionate. "Relax or I'm going to make you chug that bottle on your own."
Aaron pressed his lips together and glared at Dave. "You know I'm not good at this," he muttered. Dave was exactly the second person he'd slept with in his life, and the prospect of touching Emily, who was someone he had categorized as a coworker, was anxiety-inducing, at least.
"You want me to step aside for a moment and let you two get used to each other?" Dave said, and Aaron wasn't sure if he was joking or not. Dave seemed to realize that a moment later, and said, "If I thought this was crossing any lines, I would have been pissed at her for bringing it up, and at you for agreeing." He paused, then added, "You do need more to drink, though, I think. I know your brain doesn't shut up on its own."
Aaron sighed and looked at Emily, wondering how embarrassed he should be. She had turned and was watching Dave, but must have caught Aaron's movement, because her eyes went to his face a moment later. She walked back to them and curled her fingers lightly around Aaron's wrist.
"It's okay," she said quietly. "This isn't about you and me, but it doesn't mean we can't be comfortable."
Aaron drew a deep breath, and stood when she tugged him gently. Dave followed them as she led them down the hall, and when they got inside the room, he heard Dave set their glasses down on the bedside table and pour again. When Aaron looked, Dave was sipping his drink and watching them.
Emily's fingers pressed lightly against his jaw and Aaron tensed automatically, then relaxed, feeling bad. She was smiling when he looked at her again though. She opened her mouth, then studied him for a moment and shook her head. His brows drew together and he was about to speak, but she shook her head again, then looked at Dave.
Dave just took a sip of his whiskey and raised an eyebrow. Emily turned and looked up at Aaron, then leaned in and brushed her lips against his, the gesture soft but not hesitant. It sent a little shock of excitement through him, then a burst of guilt that he liked this. He shouldn't like this when Dave was who he wanted. He let out a shaky breath and looked down when she pulled back.
"Maybe this... isn't..." he started.
Dave was up against his side quickly, his hand sliding over the small of Aaron's back. He held a full glass in front of Aaron, and Aaron took it. "I want you to want this, Aaron," he whispered, and Aaron knew Dave wasn't saying that to push him into what he wanted, but rather to reassure him that it was okay to respond to how Emily made him feel.
Emily moved back to lean lightly against Dave, her gaze still on his face. "Nothing has to happen between us," she said slowly. "But you need to realize that it's okay." She paused and licked her lips, then said, "Nothing can break what you two have together. Nothing, Hotch."
Aaron nodded and took a long sip of his drink when Dave stroked his fingers through the back of his hair. God, he was bad at this. Haley had been different. They'd both been kids. But Dave had practically had to kick his ass to get Aaron to come around to them, and Aaron was already freezing up now. "Sorry," he murmured, and Dave just leaned in and kissed his ear, whispering his love again for Aaron's ears only.
Emily walked around behind Aaron and then stopped moving, and he twitched, wondering what she was going to do. But then he heard her pouring herself another drink and he relaxed. What are you really afraid of, he asked himself. He didn't have an answer to that question.
He gulped his drink and looked at Dave. "Make me stop thinking," he begged.
Dave suddenly grinned at that, then shook with silent laughter. He nudged the drink in Aaron's hand, and Aaron obediently drank it in one last gulp. Dave took the glass and set it aside, then wrapped his arms around Aaron. "I love to make you stop thinking," he said, then his hands were buried in Aaron's short hair and he was kissing Aaron hungrily.
Aaron made a quiet noise and pressed himself against Dave, wrapping his arms tightly around him and kissing him back. He concentrated on the slide of their tongues and the scrape of Dave's nails against his scalp. He heard Emily suck in a breath, but it didn't bother him. He just surrendered to Dave, his eyes closing.
"So sexy," Dave breathed, his lips barely leaving Aaron's as he slid his hands down and pushed at Aaron's suit coat. Aaron shifted to let Dave push it off and to the floor, then Dave tugged Aaron's shirt up just enough to brush his hand over the small of Aaron's back.
"God," Aaron whispered, his fingers curling in Dave's hair. This was doing a good job of derailing his thoughts. He slipped his other hand between them as they kissed, working at Dave's buttons.
He didn't notice Emily moving up behind him; he just suddenly felt slender fingers unknotting his tie and sliding it out of his collar. Soft lips brushed his jaw before she pulled away and was slipping around them to press up against Dave's back. When Aaron got Dave's buttons open, her hands were sliding over Dave's chest too. Aaron thought vaguely that this was strange, but then Dave trailed his lips to Aaron's throat and bit just hard enough to draw a gasp from Aaron and blank his mind at the same time
"Dave," Aaron panted as Dave finished the job of untucking his shirt, and Dave whispered back, "Aaron." He paused, then added, "Em," and Emily hummed a pleased noise.
Aaron wondered briefly if she were still fully clothed, then tried to quell the thought as a pang of guilt hit him. Then a hand slid down and squeezed his ass, and he wasn't sure, but he didn't think it was big enough to be Dave's. "You're so sexy together," Emily murmured. Aaron opened his eyes and looked down to see her red lips pressed against Dave's neck.
A shock of desire went through Aaron. He'd never allowed himself to think about Dave and Emily together before, but right now he couldn't deny how sexy they were together. Dave tilted his chin, and she scraped her teeth against his jaw. It drew a groan from Dave that went straight to Aaron's cock.
Emily's attention had been on Dave, but Aaron had let a noise escape that drew her gaze to his. Her eyes narrowed in what looked like a silent laugh, and then she sucked at Dave's skin, letting her lips pull away long enough for Aaron to see them glistening with spit. Then she licked a stripe across Dave's throat, her gaze riveted on Aaron's like she knew how sexy they were.
"God," Aaron panted. Dave pulled back just long enough to pull Aaron's shirt off, and he didn't miss the way Emily looked at him over Dave's shoulder. She was tugging at Dave's shirt, though, and Dave let her get it off.
"So gorgeous," Dave murmured. Aaron wasn't sure if he meant Emily or him. He didn't really care. He pressed himself against Dave, relishing the warmth of skin on skin, and kissed him hungrily. Dave arched into the kiss and Emily uttered a low laugh. Obviously she'd done something, and Aaron found himself curious about what. He kissed his way to Dave's ear and looked at her.
She grinned at him and raked her fingernails down Dave's spine--again, obviously, since Dave's reaction was the same as the first. It made Aaron pull back a little, laughing himself.
"You're not supposed to be conspiring against me," Dave complained, but his voice was too breathy to be taken seriously.
"This was your idea," Aaron said.
"Not entirely," Dave said, and Emily took the opportunity to reach over and cup Aaron's jaw while they were distracted.
The dip to kiss her fingers was instinctive, and then he caught himself and stared at her for a moment before she laughed again and leaned in to press her lips against his. Her kiss was more forceful this time, but Aaron couldn't even feel guilty for enjoying it, not when he had Dave's arms tightening around him as they kissed.
I'm kissing Prentiss. I'm kissing Emily Prentiss, Aaron thought, which would have been enough to short circuit his brain out of shock on any normal day, but to make this even more surreal, it was happening while Dave was nuzzling Aaron's ear. Then a moment later, Dave's hand was cupping Aaron through his pants. When Aaron sucked in a breath against Emily's mouth, Dave turned his head to Emily. "You're too dressed," he whispered in her ear, and Aaron felt her smile against his lips.
She flicked her tongue against his lower lip, then pulled away. He stared at her as she sucked Dave's earlobe into her mouth briefly. Then she stepped back away from either of them and tugged her shirt off over her head without bothering to unbutton it. Aaron's hips jerked and Dave chuckled and kissed him hungrily, his hand rubbing Aaron's arousal through his pants.
Aaron's eyes fluttered shut at Dave's kiss, and he moaned into it, pressing himself more firmly against Dave's hand. He was right, though, being with Dave had definitely not made him any less appreciative of the female body. Aaron opened his eyes again, and Emily had taken her pants off too. She was wearing red, satiny underwear with just a hint of lace.
She smiled at him, then walked back over to them. He felt her hands working at Dave's pants, and then Dave started to pull Aaron's open too. "Sexy," Dave whispered, and Emily made a wanting noise. Dave's hands paused, and he half turned to kiss her, her hands coming up to cup his face.
Dave's hands started moving again as the kiss continued, and Aaron found his breath catching at the sight. Her fingers had slid into Dave's hair, messing it up, and his teeth scraped over her lower lip. Dave pushed Aaron's pants off his hips as soon as they were open, then turned away to sweep Emily into his arms easily.
He crossed to the bed and dropped her unceremoniously, and as she laughed in response, Dave looked over his shoulder at Aaron, lifting his eyebrows in invitation.
"God," Aaron breathed, and stepped out of his pants, leaving them on the floor. He left his boxers on, because he was damned if he'd be the first one totally naked, but he did push off his shoes and socks. He crossed the room, his gaze flicking between Dave and Emily.
Dave's fingers brushed Aaron's jaw, and he kissed Aaron softly, then moved to get on the bed. He shifted over Emily, and she watched him, then he settled at her side and kissed her neck. Aaron felt another jolt of anxiety when he realized Dave had effectively made it so that Emily would be in between them.
She arched her back, sliding her fingers into Dave's hair again. Her other hand stretched out toward Aaron. She wasn't looking at him, but it was clearly an invitation. The movement had thrust her satin-clad breasts up, emphasizing the curve of her body. It sent a sizzle of lust through Aaron, but that was fanned into a flame when Dave's lips traveled down her throat to suck at her collarbone. Emily let out a moan and it was only then that Aaron realized he'd moved forward and taken her hand in his.
She gave him a gentle tug and he let her pull him onto the bed, then shifted to slide her fingers into his hair. He could tell that neither she or Dave were trying to push him, rather just enjoying each other while they let Aaron relax. Or possibly hoping they would drive him crazy with need. Maybe both.
He closed his eyes when she scraped her nails against his scalp, and when he opened them again, Dave was mouthing along the top of her bra. He hooked a finger into it to pull the cup down, exposing one pert breast, then closed his lips on Emily's nipple. She gasped, arching again and tightening her fingers in Aaron's hair.
God. Aaron let his mouth fall open a little as he watched. Dave knew he was being watched, too. He let Aaron see a flash of tongue, then he smiled and bit gently, and Emily yelped, tugging Aaron's hair lightly. Dave made a noise that could only be described as a growl, and Aaron found his own hand stretching out to trace a line down Emily's ribs.
She gasped and laughed, but Aaron couldn't look away from his own hand on her skin. Dave loved her. Dave loved him. She loved Dave. And they obviously all wanted each other. Aaron couldn't quite catch his breath. There was almost too much raw passion in this. It was overwhelming, but he felt like a moth drawn by the flame. There was no way to turn this down.
Dave's hand slid down Emily's side, his thumb hooking in the top of her underwear and pulling it down to expose a teasing glimpse of skin before letting it snap back into place. Emily made another noise half-way between a laugh and a moan, and Dave made a similarly pleased and wanting noise in return before his hand found Aaron's waist.
Aaron's sucked in a breath, surprised by the touch and the way it sent a jolt of lust through him, Dave's fingertips almost tingling on his skin. Dave's hand gave him a gentle tug forward, and Aaron let out a noise as all his internal protests caved and he ducked his head to kiss Emily's shoulder.
Her hand stroked down Aaron's neck to his back and she whispered, "Yes."
Aaron let out a shaky breath against her skin, and parted his lips, letting himself draw his tongue over her skin. He moved along her collar bone as Dave's hand slid into the top of his boxers. Aaron made a little noise at that, and rocked his hips instinctively, then felt his face heat when he realized his hips were up against Emily when he'd done that. But then she moaned, "Yes," and he did it again automatically.
Dave let out a low chuckle, and then Emily thrust her chest up. It took a moment to realize that Dave had slipped his hand under her to unhook her bra, and Aaron watched breathlessly as the red fabric went slack.
"Beautiful," Aaron whispered, watching Emily's hand slide down Dave's arm. She turned her head and slid her other hand up from his back to the back of his neck, tugging him closer. He went with the motion, but instead of kissing him, she pulled Dave closer and guided them together. Aaron moaned as his lips pressed against Dave's. He could feel Emily's hand stroking down his back and then slipping around to circle teasingly around a nipple. She was making quiet noises in her throat that told him Dave was touching her too.
Aaron didn't look. He closed his eyes as Dave bit at his throat, and just ran his hand down Dave's arm to find that Dave's hand had slipped into Emily's panties. Aaron rested his hand on top of Dave's through the fabric and followed the slow, circular motion of Dave's fingers for a moment and feeling the heat of her body. Aaron made a wordless noise, hardly believing this was happening, then slid his hand away from Dave's to cup Emily's breast.
"What do you want, Aaron?" Dave breathed against his skin.
"You," Aaron answered. His heart was pounding madly in his chest. "Both of you." He rubbed his thumb over Emily's nipple, eliciting a breathy noise of pleasure from her. Slender fingers slipped down to press against his stomach, then curled around his boxers-clad erection. It sent a burst of pleasure through him and he moaned. For a moment he flashed on the terrifying and wonderful fact that it was Prentiss massaging his cock. Then his hips jerked and he forgot what he'd been thinking about as Dave's lips covered his own again.
"You want me to fuck you?" Dave breathed, not letting Aaron answer before kissing him again. Emily made a whimpery noise that seemed more to do with Dave's words than anything else. "Or would you rather fuck me? Or Emily? Want one of us to suck you?" Aaron whimpered this time, and he knew Dave was just trying to make him crazy enough to blurt out something he wanted. Anything.
Aaron squeezed gently at Emily's breast, remembering the wet heat of sinking into a woman. She pressed up into his touch, her fingers sliding along the length of his cock. Dave's tongue was stroking against his almost teasingly, then as Aaron whimpered again, Dave's kiss grew hungry. "Do you want to go down on her?" Dave murmured. "Want to suck me?" Aaron couldn't answer. He didn't even know what answer to give. He just panted.
"Or you could watch me have my way with her," Dave said.
"God, Dave," Aaron panted.
"Wasn't an answer."
"I don't know," Aaron finally blurted, thrusting into Emily's hand.
"You're giving up your say on the matter?" Emily cut in, a thread of mischief running through her voice.
"What?" Aaron gasped, turning his head to stare at her.
"You don't know?" she asked. She squeezed him gently, then slipped her thumb into the opening in the front of his boxers to run it over the head of his cock, smearing through the precome. "So I can decide? I know what I want."
He shuddered as his hips jerked. He looked at Dave, ignited by the heat in his gaze. "Yes," he blurted. "Whatever she wants."
Dave gave him an amused and hungry look in response, then Emily poked Dave's side. "I didn't know you bottomed, David."
Dave looked down at her, his expression odd, but not any less turned on. "It's Aaron," he said, as if that was an explanation, and Emily grinned.
"I want to watch you together. I want you to go down on me while he fucks you," she breathed.
Aaron groaned as a wave of pure lust followed those words through his body. "I think I love your girlfriend, Dave," he said, and pulled Dave in for a searing kiss.
Dave chuckled against Aaron's lips, and Emily let out a low laugh, then said, "Good to know." She moved her hand, and Aaron missed it for a moment, but then she was pulling his boxers off. He shifted to let her get them off, then helped her out of her panties without breaking the kiss.
Her free hand curled around his, guiding his hand between her legs. She moaned as she slipped his fingers inside her and Aaron's thumb brushed against her clit. Aaron's breath caught in his chest and he thrust his tongue into Dave's mouth in mimicry. He pushed at the waistband of Dave's boxers, but his attention was fractured and he couldn't manage it until Dave helped him.
"I love you," Aaron murmured, gazing hungrily into Dave's eyes. Emily pushed gently against his hand and let out another moan. She couldn't have not heard him, but she didn't seem to care. Aaron crooked his finger inside her without much thought and she let out another louder moan.
"Yes," she gasped, and pushed herself down against his hand again. "God, yes."
Dave's gaze was still on Aaron, though. "I love you," he returned. "So much." He glanced down at Emily, and Aaron's gaze followed. He wasn't sure he'd ever seen any woman look quite so wanton before. "She's amazing, though, isn't she?" Dave finished.
"God, yes," Aaron echoed her. She was watching them both, one hand still on Aaron's, the other flicking lazily at one of her breasts.
"Kiss," she ordered them, her eyelids lowering halfway in anticipation. "Let me see."
Dave leaned in without hesitation and started to kiss Aaron again. This time it was slow and lingering, though, Dave's tongue sliding along Aaron's lower lip. Aaron knew it was for her, to give her a good show, but it was driving Aaron crazy too. Emily pressed her hand on top of Aaron's to guide him in deeper, and Aaron slipped another finger in as she did.
"Good?" he breathed in between kisses that were growing slowly more heated.
"Yes," she whispered, and he realized he couldn't wait to fuck her too, to feel this wet heat around his cock.
"Gorgeous," Dave whispered, his lips brushing Aaron's. His tongue teased at Aaron's upper lip, making Aaron open automatically and lean in for a kiss, but Dave leaned away again. Emily let out a quiet whimper and rocked her hips against Aaron's hand. Aaron tried again, and again Dave barely let their tongues brush before leaning out of the kiss. There was a gleam of amusement in his eyes, but there was challenge too. Before Aaron could think about it, he curled a hand at the back of Dave's neck and kissed him hard, keeping him from pulling away. Dave and Emily moaned at the same time.
Dave's hand slid down his arm as they kissed, then brushed over Emily's stomach before taking Aaron's wrist and guiding it away from her. Emily made a disappointed noise, but when Dave pulled Aaron's hand up to suck his fingers into his mouth, she gasped. Dave's tongue circled each of Aaron's fingers in turn, and when he was done licking Aaron's hand clean, he kissed Aaron again, Emily's taste on his tongue.
Aaron buried his fingers in Dave's hair and drew the kiss out until they were both gasping. "I want you," he rasped, watching Dave. "Want to fuck you while she watches. Want to share this."
Dave made a noise of agreement, and Aaron heard Emily pulling open the bedside table to get the lube. "Want everything both of you want," Dave panted, then shifted between Emily's legs and leaned down to kiss her hard as she passed the lube to Aaron behind his back.
Her fingers curled into Dave's hair, and when Aaron's finger's brushed Dave's entrance, Dave sucked in a breath. Emily tugged Dave back so she could watch his face. Aaron couldn't see it, but when he slid the first finger in, Dave groaned and her lips parted as she gazed at Dave's face.
"God, you're sexy," she panted.
"So are you," Aaron said, and then when Emily laughed he realized Dave had said it at the same time. Aaron smiled at her and then leaned down to plant a kiss between Dave's shoulderblades. "I couldn't believe it when he first gave me this," he murmured, watching Emily as he continued to drop kisses along Dave's skin. "Always confident, always strong." He slipped another finger inside, giving Dave just a hint of roughness. Emily's mouth was open as her gaze flickered from Dave's face to Aaron's. "And he was giving me his vulnerability," he told her. He licked a circle against Dave's skin. "He surrendered to me."
His voice was going rough with emotion, and he closed his eyes for a moment, then kissed Dave's back again. "I love him so much." He worked his fingers inside Dave.
Dave gasped and swore when Aaron hit his prostate, but Emily just breathed, "God." She reached up and touched Aaron's arm as Dave dropped his forehead to her shoulder.
"Aaron," Dave whispered, and he pushed back against Aaron's hand. "You have all of me."
Aaron kissed Dave's shoulder. "I'm so lucky," he whispered, and looked at Emily. He didn't want to hurt her. He didn't want her thinking she didn't have everything that Dave gave to him. But he didn't think it was his place to tell her Dave loved her. Not if Dave had been holding back because of guilt about Aaron. "He shares himself with you too," he murmured instead, holding Emily's gaze as he rubbed at Dave's prostate again.
"God, yes," Dave whispered. It was half a response to Aaron's fingers, and half an affirmation of Aaron's words. "Emily," he said, nuzzling her throat.
"I know," she murmured, and Aaron thought she must know that letting her see him like this was Dave's way of exposing his vulnerability to her as well.
"So sexy," Aaron said, teasing a third finger at Dave's entrance. "You like his passion as much as I do, don't you?" He pressed the finger inside, wondering how long it would take for Dave to demand more. Or for Emily to demand more. "I love having his attention focused on me. And I love pushing him so hard he can't focus on anything." He gave her a crooked smile, inviting her to share.
Before she could, Dave chuckled breathlessly. "Talking about me like I'm not in the room," he panted.
Aaron laughed in return, but then twisted his fingers. Dave tensed in pleasure, letting out a sharp noise, then relaxed again, Emily had been grinning until Dave gasped, then she bit her lower lip, her gaze hungry again. Aaron saw her shift, her hands moving down between her and Dave, and then Dave let out another low moan.
Aaron looked down hungrily at the tension of need in Dave's back. "You're so gorgeous, David," he murmured, stroking his free hand down Dave's spine. "So wonderful." He began thrusting slowly with his fingers inside Dave, watching his reaction.
Dave's breathing was growing labored. "God, I'm lucky," he panted, and turned his head to mouth at Emily's jaw. She turned her head and caught his lips for a kiss that lingered. Aaron could see that Dave was timing the strokes of his tongue with the in and out of Aaron's fingers and wondered if Dave realized it. Emily hummed a pleased noise against Dave's mouth, and they were both breathless when the kiss broke.
"I think Dave forgot some of the instructions, didn't he?" Aaron teased, deliberately ignoring the fact that he wasn't fucking Dave yet. "He's supposed to be going down on you." Saying those words to Emily Prentiss sent a funny shock through him, but the wicked smile she gave him dispelled it almost instantly. God, she was incredibly sexy like this. It was easy to see why Dave liked having her in his bed, now that he'd seen this side of her.
"That's right," she panted, running her fingers through Dave's hair. "You're neglecting me."
Dave bit her jaw lightly. "Maybe I was just waiting for Aaron to get the hell on with it," he complained, but he sounded affectionate, and then he shifted back a little to move down her body. Aaron moved with him and watched as Dave kissed her breasts, making little noises of need as Aaron moved his fingers.
Aaron laughed and slid his fingers out. "Is he this bossy with you too?" he asked, but arched an eyebrow to let her know the question was rhetorical. David Rossi didn't know how to be anything but bossy, and Aaron loved every minute of it. Dave was right; Aaron did like it when he pushed him.
He reached for the lube and slicked his cock, groaning at the pleasure it sent through him. "God, David, I can hardly wait to be inside you," he murmured.
Dave scraped his teeth against Emily's skin, then moved completely between her legs while Aaron's fingers weren't in him.
"God, I can't wait either," Emily murmured. She was smiling, but her expression was lusty too. "So sexy that you do this," she whispered, stroking Dave's hair, then Dave ducked his head and licked her, making her gasp and tighten her fingers in his hair.
Aaron watched for a long moment, enjoying the way she squirmed when Dave laughed against her. He was well acquainted with Dave's attention to detail and skill with his mouth. "Sexy," he breathed. He shifted up behind Dave, letting his cock nestle against Dave's ass without pushing inside yet.
Dave groaned, which made Emily shudder with pleasure, and then pushed himself back against Aaron. "Please," he breathed, and Aaron licked his lips, sliding his hands over Dave's hips and rocking forward, just enough to tease.
"So sexy," Aaron said. Dave shuddered and pushed back against him again.
"Aaron, more," he growled. Emily made a hungry noise and squirmed. "Aaron, more," she echoed, glancing up at him for a moment, then turning her attention back to Dave.
Aaron grinned and pressed inside as slowly as he could stand. As pleasure rushed through him, the grin fell off and his mouth dropped open. God Dave felt good.
When he looked back down, Emily was watching him breathlessly. She panted something he didn't understand because Dave let out a long groan and pressed his face to her stomach. He saw Dave's hand curl against Emily's hip as Dave caught his breath, panting Aaron's name.
"God," Emily whispered, staring at Aaron. "Are you...?"
"Yeah," Aaron managed, watching Dave hungrily. He ran his hands over Dave's back, then stroked back down his side. "He feels so good, so tight and hot." He shifted his hips forward, pressing until he could settle against Dave's ass.
Emily bit her lips together and watched him, and her breath hitched when Aaron started moving. "You're so lucky," she murmured, and Dave snorted. She pursed her lips and thwapped him on the side of the head. It just made him laugh, and he clenched around Aaron as he did.
Aaron gasped, his hips automatically jerking forward, and then Dave's laughter dissolved into a moan.
"God," Aaron moaned in echo. He'd had no idea how good it could be to share this with a third person. He'd never even considered it, but the passion and enjoyment that built between two people was magnified by a third. "Dave," he breathed, thrusting with more force. "So good."
Emily's eyelids were lowering, her gaze flicking between Aaron and Dave as if she wasn't sure which of them were enjoying themselves more. Aaron slipped a hand down and stroked it up her leg, enjoying the smoothness of her skin. She slid her leg up so he could reach her better, and he teased a finger along the underside of her knee. Her eyes slipped shut and she made a pleased noise, just as Dave pushed back against him.
"More," he ordered, and then must have gone back to pleasuring Emily, as she started making more noise once he lowered his head again.
Aaron groaned and obeyed, thrusting harder and settling into a rhythm, liking the way that provoked louder noises from both Dave and Emily. He hoped he would be able to last long enough to not embarrass himself. Not that it was usually a problem, but this was driving him crazy already. "Suck on her," he panted, looking down at Emily's face. "I want to see her come first, Dave."
"Oh, G--" she started, then arched suddenly as Dave apparently did what Aaron asked. Her fingers curled tightly into Dave's hair, her breasts thrust up, nipples hard. She was gorgeous. She and Dave were gorgeous together.
Aaron thrust a little harder, and Dave groaned. It made Emily groan in response, and Aaron enjoyed the chain reaction as he did it again. Then Dave shifted a little to balance on one elbow, and Aaron saw his arm moving as he thrust his fingers into her.
"Gorgeous," Aaron murmured, but it was drowned out by the noise Emily made as she arched again in response to Dave's touch. The hand on Emily's knee went still as he reached his other hand down to curl around Dave's cock, stroking in counterpoint to his thrusts.
The response from Dave was muffled, but definitely relieved. His hips jerked and he clenched around Aaron. Aaron gasped, but was distracted now by what Dave was doing to Emily. She was gasping, looking like she was having a hard time keeping still, and her fingers were clenched tightly in Dave's hair.
She pulled just slightly, then panted, "Just like that," she ordered. "Yes." Her back arched, and her gaze fell to where Aaron's hips were pumping against Dave's. "Yes."
Her encouragement gave a little more enthusiasm to Aaron's movements and he gave a few hard thrusts, staring at the graceful curves of her body. Her hair was spread messily across the bed and her mouth was open in obvious ecstasy. He'd never seen Emily Prentiss look like this. It was amazing.
"Dave, don't stop," she demanded, he voice breathy, and when he groaned a response, she gasped. A moment later, she tugged Dave's hair again as she cried out, her orgasm shaking her entire body.
Aaron's hips jerked as seeing her come sent a jolt of lust through him. He'd been part of that, of taking controlled, compartmentalized Emily Prentiss apart with pleasure. It was intoxicating. He stroked Dave faster, staring down at them both.
Dave rested his head against her thigh as she caught her breath, gasping. Her eyes were closed, and she had her hand pressed to her forehead, her lips curving in a lazy smile. Dave mumbled encouragements as Aaron stroked, and Aaron could feel his own body tensing with need.
After a moment, Emily seemed to have recovered, and she gazed at them both for a moment, then shifted and nudged at Dave's shoulders. "Up," she murmured.
Aaron's brows drew together, but after a moment he shifted back so Dave could straighten and sink back against him. It made them both groan as the angle changed and pleasure shot through Aaron's body. "Fuck!" he gasped, slipping his hand back down to stroke Dave. Emily's fingers stopped him, though, and she shook her head.
"Let me," she murmured, and got up on her knees, watching them for a moment. Then she lowered her eyelids slowly, looking at Dave's face, and bent down to take him in her mouth.
Dave cursed, his hands dropping, Aaron assumed, to rest on the top of Emily's head. She made a hungry noise that Aaron recognized, one that he made at the way Dave looked when he was this close to orgasm. One of Dave's hands moved back to Aaron's hip, encouraging Aaron to move faster, as Dave moaned. "Oh, God."
"So hot," Aaron breathed, turning his head so his lips brushed Dave's ear. "Feel so good around me. Love having Emily's mouth on you, don't you? Dave, you're sexy." He was getting close himself, pleasure singing through him as he drove into Dave's body. He could imagine the way Prentiss looked with her red lips around Dave's cock. A jolt of lust went through him as he imagined how it would feel to have her lips around his own cock while Dave did this to him. God, this had been a good idea.
"Amazing," Dave panted, dropping his head back to Aaron's shoulder. "Both of you." A moment later, he made a choked noise, and then came, spasming around Aaron as he did and moaning first Emily's name, then Aaron's.
Aaron made a wordless noise and held Dave close, losing himself to his desperate need for completion. He was close, but he needed something, something he couldn't name... One hand dropped to stroke Emily's hair and Aaron groaned. He could hear Dave's gasping breaths in his ear and Emily's voice as he squeezed his eyes shut and abandoned himself to climax.
His hand curled gently in Emily's hair as he came, thoughtlessly murmuring praises as he dropped his head to close his teeth lightly on Dave's shoulder. Dave pushed back against him, and Aaron sucked in one last gasp, then sat back, breathless, pulling Dave back into his lap to avoid causing discomfort by pulling out too fast.
"God," he managed, pressing his cheek against Dave's skin. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so drained...and so good.
He heard Emily laugh softly as he closed his eyes, and then her fingers curled around his.
"You're beautiful together," she murmured. "I'm glad I got to be part of this."
Dave hummed a spent, but pleased noise, and reached out for her. Aaron opened his eyes again to see Dave pull her in for a kiss, and she grinned and wiped his goatee before leaning in and giving him one.
"Glad you suggested it. Glad you're here," Dave murmured. "Beautiful."
Aaron cleared his throat quietly. "You are beautiful, Emily," he agreed. "Thank you." He didn't know how to properly express what this had meant to him tonight...what it meant that she didn't mind sharing... No one had ever made him feel as completely understood as Dave did, and Aaron was grateful that he didn't have to give that up.
Emily laughed, and Dave shifted to pull away. When he rested back on the bed, he gave them both a tug to join him. "Feel like I just won the lottery," he said.
Aaron settled down next to him and kissed his shoulder, while Emily snuggled against his other side. "I can't imagine why," Aaron teased, slipping an arm around Dave to brush at Emily's cheek. She smiled and stretched an arm across Dave's chest, her fingers resting on Aaron.
"Snuggled up between us both after the best sex he's had in ages?" She met Aaron's gaze. "The only thing better is knowing we'll get to do it all again."
Dave's eyes were closed, but a smile stretched across his face. Then he turned his head and barely opened his eyes to look at Aaron, as if making sure Aaron agreed. Aaron gave him a smile in return, and Dave sighed happily. "Thank God."
Aaron moved just enough to kiss Dave softly, then smiled at Emily. "This was a good idea, Emily," he murmured.
She smiled back at him, looking oddly tentative after the things they'd done tonight. "I'm glad you think so, Aaron," she replied, snuggling closer against Dave.
Dave hummed, and pulled them both as close as he could comfortably get them. Aaron saw his fingers sift through Emily's hair, and then Dave turned his head and kissed her forehead. She smiled softly and tilted her chin up for a real kiss after that. "Beautiful," he whispered.
Aaron laughed and brushed his nose against Dave's jaw. "Tell her the truth, Dave," he murmured. He felt better than he had in a long time.
Dave snorted. "What? She is beautiful."
"She is," Aaron agreed. "But that's not what I meant." He smiled and kissed Dave again, then glanced at Emily, who looked quizzical. After a moment he brushed his fingers through her hair and sat up, looking at Dave. "Remember what you said by the elevator? Tell her." Then he got up and headed for the bathroom to give them some privacy.
"Tell me what?" Emily asked, frowning in confusion. Aaron saw her watch him leave until the door shut, and then he tried not to listen. It seemed juvenile to eavesdrop, even if he really wanted to, if just to know if Dave would say 'I love you' for the first time to her differently than he had the first time to him. Still, Aaron relieved himself, and spent more time than necessary washing his hands. Then he stepped back and looked at himself in the mirror for a moment. It was hard to believe this was all really happening, but his reflection only confirmed it.
When Aaron had given them plenty of time, he opened the door slowly and found Dave and Emily kissing. She'd rolled halfway on top of him, her kisses hungry and tender at the same time.
Aaron couldn't quite suppress the chuckle that rose to his lips. It was an incredible feeling to know that he could be part of this happiness. Still, he wasn't sure if he would be intruding if he went back to bed right now...even if he wanted nothing more than to snuggle up against Dave and sleep.
Dave looked over at Aaron's laughter with a weak glare, and Emily followed his gaze, though she was grinning rather ridiculously. "What are you laughing at?" Dave demanded quietly as Emily went back to kissing Dave's neck. "You were over the moon too, if I recall," he said. "Not that I can blame you two, but that's-- ow!"
Emily started laughing and buried her face against his shoulder. When Dave turned his head toward her again, Aaron realized she must have bit him.
Laughing, he went and climbed in bed. "I was laughing because I know that feeling well," he said softly. He brushed his knuckles against Dave's cheek, smiling warmly. God, how did he get so lucky? "Including her opinion about your ego," he added after a moment, and pulled the covers over himself without offering any to Dave.
Dave shook his head, but didn't complain. He just yanked up some of the covers and helped Emily under them. "You two are lucky you're cute."
Aaron smiled and kissed Dave's shoulder. "Yes, we know." On the other side of Dave, Emily laughed. He draped an arm across Dave's chest and felt Emily's fingers stroke up to circle his wrist lightly.
"Sleep well," Emily murmured.
Dave shifted a little to get comfortable, then he breathed in a deep, contented breath. "I know I will," he said, and kissed them in turn. Aaron wondered randomly if there was some kind of etiquette regarding who got the last kiss, but then decided this felt too nice to worry about it now.
"Me too," he murmured, closing his eyes and smiling. They could worry about the rest of it tomorrow.
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I'm glad that the emotional side of this came through so clearly for you. And all your puns tell me that the double meaning of the title came through as well. ;)
We both tend to think that Aaron & Emily would need some outside influence to drive them together, and of course Dave Rossi is more influential than most people. *G*
Most of all I'm glad that this worked for you in regards to their characters. Thanks for your wonderful comment!
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