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a man in a suit and tie is looking to the side ALT: a man in a suit and tie is looking to the side

"What about my team? How many more times will they be able to look into the abyss, how many times before they won't ever recover the pieces of themselves that this job takes?”

Supervisory Special Agent and Unit Chief of the BAU

Aaron Hotchner

It's meant to be . . . Revealing.

Maybe it is.

What's interesting about it?

[ Fia chuckles, though it breaks off on a groan when Erik mouths at her core. It makes her whine a little, legs parting. ]

Ah — I was waiting for you to come to me.

And you've never said anything? Shame, we could have been doing this sooner.

[ Fia pets a hand through his hair slowly, leaning back on her other elbow. She allows him to move at his own pace, watching with hooded eyes. ]

Coy is a cute look on you.

[ Raising her hips, unbuttons her jeans and begins to slide them down her legs, maintaining eye contact as she does. ]

I told you. I like a man that can make me feel good. Can your taunting mouth do that?

[ She tilts her head, amusement touching her gaze. She gives Erik's hair a tug, pulling his head back a little, and leans down to ghost a kiss against his lip. ]

You have a very . . . Taunting mouth.

It would be rude of me to invite you to my bedroom and leave you aching and wanting.

[ One hand reaches out, pushes through Erik's hair and tousles it a little bit as she curls her fingers into the strands. ]

Do you want me to be rude, Erik?

[ Fia hooks a finger around Erik's tie and pulls, leading him down the hallway to the bedroom. Once they're inside the room, she lets go and sits on the edge of the bed, looking up at Erik with an amused smirk. ]

You always look so put together. I want to see you ... messy.

on your knees.

[ A small smirk tilts on Fia's lips as she pulls away from the kiss, moving a hand to cup Erik's jaw in her palm. She sweeps the tip of her thumb over his lower lip, meeting his gaze with dark eyes. ]

My bedroom is down that hallway, last door. We should take this there — linoleum is very hard

[ Fia's lips part, tongue flicking out to taste the similar taste of their shared cigarette and alcohol in Erik's mouth.

She presses the nails of one hand into Erik's skin, just below the neckline of his shirt. The other hand curls into his hair, tugging him in to deepen the kiss.]

[ Fia meets that kiss with a quiet hum, moving her arms around Erik's neck and allowing her fingernails to scrape lightly at the skin there. He's tall, a good half a foot taller than she is, so she stretches onto her toes, body pressed into his as she returns the kiss. ]

What I'd like is for you to kiss me.

[ Fia watches the way Erik's tongue wets his lips, and she reaches out to curl her fingers in the fabric of his shirt, tilting her head as she watches him. ]

[ Fia steps closer to Erik, reaching out to take the glass from his hand and setting it on the counter beside hers. ]

I like control, and I like men who can make me feel good.

Are you?

[ That makes Fia grin, the slightest arch of an eyebrow at the words. ]

Funny. I was thinking about sex with you. Tell me more.

I don't mind compliments, if they're genuine.

[ She sets the glass back on the counter once it's emptied, meeting his gaze evenly. ]

What are you thinking about?

Don't flatter me, Erik, you're already here.

[ She hides a smile behind the rim of her glass, sipping slowly. She's very warm; the alcohol does not help. ]

I don't think you'll be that easy to solve. And I'm not trying. Just spending time.

You're an attractive, intelligent, successful man, and you're mostly a mystery to me. What's not to be intrigued by?

[ She watches Erik because he's good-looking but also because he's an eccentric and enigmatic man, and something tells her that he's probably dangerous — and she's not against that.]

I have an active imagination, Erik. I don't care what people tend to believe. I'm curious about you.

[ She's watching Erik, eyes roaming over his face and pausing at his lips, before she looks over the length of his body. ]

[ Fia takes another slow sip from her glass before setting it down on the counter that she's leaning against, crossing one leg in front of the other. ]

To . . . Using our imaginations.

[ She smirks. ]

Thank you.

[ She smiles and passes her jacket over, meeting his gaze evenly for a moment. Mm. It's very easy to stare. ]

Thank you. It's not much, but it's home. There's a coat rack if you want to hang that up.

[ She pours them each a generous helping of the scotch before passing one of the glasses to Erik. She takes a sip of her own before she also shrugs her jacket off. ]

I've meant to ask you. I'm glad you agreed to come.

[ She's quick to let the dogs outside, before they run Erik over or something, and then she's finding the bottle of scotch in her kitchen cabinet and two glasses. ]

This is not cheap scotch, so it should be to your liking.

To use his imagination.

[ To her house they walk, Fia pulling her keys from her pocket as they approach. She unlocks the door and steps inside, gesturing for Erik to follow. ]

They've thought it the whole time. Tony actually asked me to my face.

[ She offers the cigarette back as they continue to walk, a smile curving on her lips that appears faintly amused.]

Mostly the same as always. I've got a good team, and we don't typically deal with the worst of the worst.

[ She takes another long drag off of the cigarette and exhales it slowly. ]

They do think we're having an affair.