Building a Castle Oops!
I did not see that I had not yet published my little story.
The protagonists?! Aaron and Emily. Criminal Minds.
Hope you enjoy! = D
AUTHOR: JulyAneko
TITLE: The construction of a castle
RATING: Yellow
GENRE: Sentimental
DESCRIPTION: One shot
CHARACTERS / TORQUE: Hotch / Prentiss
DISCLAIMER: The characters do not belong to me, but Jeff Davis . Criminal Minds belongs to CBS. This story is not for profit.
Building a Castle
I had to wake up, that was not the right way to react to that situation.
situation.
That situation was made simply in my head without all the others were involved.
That was my situation, created over time from my thoughts, my feelings and his actions.
No! This was not to do so.
This was counter-productive, very counterproductive.
sighed, raising his head from the papers that I found myself staring at for hours now, while the same page as it stood before me now for some good minutes.
Eye .. here we will start doing it alone, without the brain would send their input to go to watch through the window, so that study orderly and dark, and then come up that figure frowning and damn sexy in that white shirt that was a contrast to the dark jacket.
And again, without any order that the brain impartisse the corners of my mouth rose in a gentle smile.
No! This should not happen.
Where was shoved all my common sense?! Where?
continued to sit holed up in a corner without seeming to want to come out. And now it was quite a lot 'of time that he was holed up there, head down and ears shut.
Oh, all this could not happen! It could not happen to me and even less could not happen with this man!
But it was his fault! Oh yes that was the fault his! He had been to raise all my good thoughts, to feed them, to make create in my mind that beautiful castle built with much love. It was he who put the first stone, then the second, third .. Okay, I admit, I took my hand I had at the end .. but all was that it was his fault!
Serrai lips and then squint and bite her lower lip.
Those thoughts were not to me, seemed to justify a teenager who was naughty.
Oh.
I was really falling down!
Quickly I got up and trying to look as natural as possible I reached the bathroom.
I had noticed the strange look on me Derek. Possible that the boy was so good at understanding other people's feelings? It was as if you and could feel empathy for their feelings. On the other hand, however, Spencer had not even looked up from his files. It was funny to see how it was so intelligent and yet so naive as to the feelings.
I too wanted to be so naive at that time, at least I would not have noticed all the attention, those innocent eyes that my boss offered me.
I opened the tap water rinse your hands and making them closer to the face so cold for a little 'flushed.
A feeling of well-being pervaded my body, I could feel the skin of the face to pull that contact so sudden.
I looked in the mirror noticing how my eyes were tired. Could not sleep too little to be quite relaxed and serene.
Too many thoughts, too many memories.
If I closed my eyes I still relive that last brick placed to build my beautiful castle.
We were working on a fairly simple case, a psychopath very predictable, so that my attention is increasingly directed us to the man who gave orders. That day he had decided that I would work at his side.
Well, actually, more often than I'd decided that the person had to work so closely together.
We were in the car when we got the alert from the Garcia's. I. had struck again but this time leaving behind a huge trail .. his delirium was increasing visibly.
We were close to the place of the attack, we went there and saw the man flee in a blue convertible. We set off in pursuit
or better, Hotch followed that car at full speed. At the first corner taken too close I parried a hand in front, the navel, as if to protect me and uttered the phrase that had finally concluded the project of my big and beautiful castle.
-Emily is careful! .. My
name! How little I heard him utter from his lips, his deep voice.
-.. Take care, you do not have to happen anything! Nothing! -
At that point my mind was playing for huge travel where the undisputed protagonists were only two people named Emily e.. Aaron.
As I opened my eyes I had to whisper his name, his name.
Now that feeling of being caused by cold water was gone. I had to start all over again!
sighed again by opening the water but something kept me from putting your hands: that sweet feeling that I melted my heart. It was damn nice though so sad and confused.
I looked in the mirror again, making me a tongue and close the tap water company that had done to my thoughts.
once again won the heart and mind.
I let myself become intoxicated by the smell of beer, the waiter had just brought me a wink. No, now I did not really want. The day was really tiring though I had been for most of the time sitting at my desk. But it was not physical exhaustion that I felt, was not at all.
I laid a hand on the cold glass and the liquid leaving me sticky substance on the palm. I did not want to tip my lager. Actually I did not even feel like that place .. so elegant, so, so little to me. I do not know why I came there, perhaps for the simple fact that it was the only place near my house.
That evening I was out of the Bureau so slowly that even a blind man would notice. I banged on the desk to rearrange the files as they saluted Morgan and Reid. I opened the drawer and ordered those folders in chronological order. I placed the feathers in the red cup, which I bought at a flea market, trying to pull the same colors .. and though with little result I wanted a few minutes there was so good that I saw Rossi pass you a little dazed as he left home. I had casually greeted with a smile but I pointed out from open-space until my eyes could follow. Eventually I got up, I pulled the chair at his desk trying to fix it as straight as possible. I made the gray jacket and I stretch a little with his hands as if he were a head just out from the centrifuge. The pulling wore a light look at that office that you could see so well from my location.
Nothing, the man he was always bent over his papers.
Sighing, I headed for the stairs to reach the office of Garcia and say hello but when I saw JJ on the last step be smiling at me with her coat and bag in hand. He greeted me by saying that if I tried I lost Penelope time was already gone, he went out with Kevin. The risalutai and watched, too, finally leaving the room.
I was lost, otherwise I could not waste time .. would be too blatant pick out all the files and sort them page by page. Yes, it would be too.
I had no choice but to leave or to break the silence of the office of the man so busy.
I do not know what an unhealthy idea occurred to me to choose the second option.
I knocked softly before putting his nose in that office at that hour of the evening looked even more bleak.
-I'm going home, others are already all came away ..-
-Well-
I was puzzled by that answer. Can be answered only in monosyllables? He had to say something else or my slow before, my courage to knock on his door would have been in vain! He had to say something else! Well, he did not.
sighed still looking man who had not even laid his eyes on me while quell'insignificante uttered word.
tried again. Hotch-it's late, you should go home too ..-
Yes I will, as soon as I finish this report, the Good-
This time she left me that word, and I said with a some hatred so much that he finally looked up but I had only seen closing the door of his office. I can not say if, after I had followed with his eyes as I left. I had promised not to turn around to observe it and I did.
Well, now a bit 'I was curious about it. I was sure I felt his eyes on my figure .. or was it just another brick that was going to be my castle?
I took the glass of beer and drank a sip and then twist the mouth. I did not know why I continued to drink that drink if I felt so bitter. Maybe it was a form of punishment to stop making those thoughts that tormented soul.
I stayed in the room only have time to finish the beer, declined two offers from two men who wanted me to offer very attractive to drink, obviously leaving the waiter. In another time, another time, I probably would have accepted at least one drink just to know who stood out in front of me .. but now it was different, now that one man had begun to occupy the mind.
I shrugged my jacket as I walked toward the house. I opened the door, climbed the stairs and. and I stopped abruptly.
What was he doing there?
-You said you'd come home-
-..- fact, there are whispered reaching the door of my apartment, opening it and holding it taut so as to pass the man who was far more fascinating of the two types of bar , including maids.
I saw him reach the living room and stop at the white couch, just after the kitchen. Something troubled him, looked around, everywhere. And yet it was in the house once before, when asked her to go with him on that plane.
I did not know what to do but I saw only one more brick to take place on the already high walls of my castle.
Slowly I took off my jacket left on a wicker chair on my right and reached the man who so stirred my thoughts. I wanted to talk to him, ask him why he came to my house .. but stops me waiting for him to take the first step.
-I was rude tonight, I'm sorry I shook my head
-making understand that it was not anything serious but then subsoilers my gaze in his. I wanted my eyes to ask what my mouth said nothing.
-Maybe I should not be whispered-ticking with his fingers on the back of the sofa. Perhaps
-..- said firmly, stepping toward him.
My castle was coming to fruition. Now I just wanted him I would open the door.
I saw him peering into my eyes, steal my thoughts and take my heart in his hands. I felt so weak, no longer desire to rebel against those feelings.
-We should not do it .. Emily-
He spoke in a start, kicking my name as if it were a precious thing.
-Do what .. Aaron whispered-furrowing the space that separated us so as to render null and void.
Now I could feel the warmth of her body, her breathing regular accelerate even more. Non-
..- sigh whispered looking at that last glimmer of conscience, to regain self-control .. but now all was lost, now the barriers were broken, now the drawbridge was lowered putting us closer to that door that slowly, it was opening.
-..- not repeated again before bringing his hand to stroke his cheek. I felt her warmth and her desire for me to spring from every pore of his body, his beautiful body. Instinctively the encircled his life while our eyes did not want to learn to detach from each other.
I felt my heart beat in my throat as I saw his face close to mine, as I felt his lips touch mine and start to read a love dance.
shook his arms, murmuring, he wanted to kill me?
And as if he had read in my thoughts did finally join our lips so that our languages would merge to create all those feelings that we had only hinted at so much but then repressed in our hearts.
We were kissing and all the world had stopped in that room.
My castle was complete and he had done more than just open my door .. had crossed the threshold with me, holding me tight in his arms.
