Alright, I have NO CLUE where this came from. I just saw a picture of Clinton and it popped into my head! Ok in this Hotch isn't married and this is before Emily came to the BAU! Hope everyone likes it. Feel free to read and review :D
Halloween had never been one of her favorite holidays, but as Emily surveyed the swirling mass of humanity, she realized that this party was going to be a real bummer. And the fact that it was her mother's party made it that much worse. She wondered if she could spend half an hour here then slip away without anyone noticing.
She had taken out her frustration with the holiday on her costume. Monica. Blue dress and black wig with a jaunty black beret set at a rakish angle. And a rubber mask that covered her face down to the mouth. She looked down. The dress even had a small stain in what she assumed was the right place. What a joke.
And this party. Too loud, too boring…well just too. But since she promised her mother she'd go, she'd go. She was looking around the party for anyone she knew when she was interrupted.
"Would you do it?" a voice said in her ear. She spun to see a Bill Clinton just behind her. He wore a well-tailored blue suit, wing tip shoes, and a rubber mask that covered most of his face. He was tall, his body lean, but she could make out little more than that and the fact that his eyes were brown.
"I'm sorry. Would I do what?"
"Give Bill Clinton head."
"Not a chance. I'm a devout Republican. I'd probably bite it off."
"I wouldn't like that," the man said, putting his hand on her arm, "but judging from the gorgeous sexy mouth of yours, you'd be great doing the Monica thing."
"Would you let me?"
"Okay, now I'm confused."
"Would you let someone you didn't know get her teeth that close to your prized possession?"
His laughter was spontaneous and genuine. "I don't suppose I would. But then in a few minutes we wouldn't be strangers, would we?" He smiled down at her. "Drink?"
A few minutes ago she'd been planning her escape, but now she nodded. "I'd love a white wine."
"A Monica drink if there ever was one." He turned toward the bar. "Don't disappear."
"Would Monica do that to Bill?" Emily answered.
As she waited, amazed and exhilarated. She had no clue what the guy looked like or what kind of person he was, but somehow she liked him. And that voice. It was serious, deep and sexy. And he had sexy hands. She caught herself up short. Where had that come from? Well, I'm being honest. He does have great hands. She had noticed his long, nicely shaped fingers as he had briefly held her arm. She was a sucker for sexy hands.
And that hand now held out a glass of white wine. "Let's go out on the terrace," he said. "It's much quieter there, and maybe we can talk. Discuss politics, my being a Democrat and all."
"Well to be honest I hate politics, but we'll find something to talk about."
Although it was the last night of October, the air was just warm enough to relax outside without being chilled. They stood and talked for a while as they sipped their drinks. The talk never got personal enough to learn much about each other, but they laughed a lot and Emily felt charmed and completely comfortable. As she leaned on the railing, she shivered a bit.
"Chilly?" Bill asked, moving behind her. He wrapped his arms around her, his hands just beneath her breasts. "I have a great idea about how to warm you up, Monica."
This was moving much too fast, Emily thought, but his arms felt so good. His thumbs began to rub the undersides of her breasts, and she felt her body responding. This is nuts, she told herself. I don't know this guys name or even what he does or what he looks like beneath that mask. Yet, I'm letting him touch me and I'm enjoying it. Her Monica dress buttoned up the front, and she felt his fingers undo the buttons then his warm, sexy hands slip inside. As his fingers cupped her breasts, she allowed her head to fall back against his shoulder.
She didn't realize just how quickly things were moving until he flipped open the clasp at the front of her bra, and suddenly his hands were on her bare breasts. Her breasts and particularly her nipples, had always been her downfall. Several of her ex-boyfriends had discovered that and taken advantage of her weakness, touching, biting, pinching until she was moaning, and willingly accepted anything they wanted to do with her.
His fingers were pinching her nipples, making heat lance down her body to her groin. She felt herself opening, moistening, and readying herself for him. Oh God, she couldn't help responding to him. And what would be the harm. He didn't have a clue who she was and she didn't know him. A quick fling, then anonymity. What's the problem? She mentally shook her head. No problem.
Her back was still against his chest, and her ass detected how excited he was becoming as well. Hard, fully erect male flesh, only thinly covered by his Bill Clinton suit pants pressed into her ass. A soft moan escaped her lips. She was still looking over the city when one of his hands slid down and grabbed the front of her skirt. Slowly he lifted and pulled until his hand could grasp the front of her panties and slip inside. With one of his hands still kneading her breast and one rubbing her mound, she moaned. "Oh yes," he whispered. "Yes. So wet." He seemed to know just where to rub, touch, invade, and she tipped her pelvis so his fingers could slide into her channel. She wanted it. Now!
She reached down and grabbed his hand, pressing the heel into her clit. She rubbed her body against his hand and arm like a cat in heat, until with a small cry, she came. God, waves of pure pleasure rocked her. She grasped his wrist so tightly she wondered whether she would cut off the circulation. But she didn't care. She just needed.
It was a long moment until the spasms subsided. "Oh God, baby," he moaned in her ear. "So incredibly responsive. I've never met anyone like you."
Emily caught her breath, then turned. "You asked me a question earlier and I told you I hated politics." Her hands went to his zipper, and she slowly lowered it, feeling the huge mass of hardened cock beneath. "Would you trust someone who hates politics?" As she worked his cock free of his clothing, she glanced around. Thankfully the terrace was empty. She slipped to her knees and wrapped her hand around the base of his turgid member. She made an O with her mouth, and slowly sucked him inside. As she sucked on his cock, she worked her hand rhythmically, squeezing her fingers in a pattern from her index finger on the base to her pinky about halfway up the shaft.
She knew he was close so she worked one finger in through his fly and rubbed his balls. He came with a loud groan, semen filling her mouth and making a fresh stain on her blue Monica dress.
She stood up and watched as he struggled to get his breath. What had she done? This was unthinkable. She wouldn't have dreamed of doing anything like this except for the costume. It was a Monica thing. Suddenly she was so embarrassed and wanted to slip into the house and disappear. She wasn't like this. She wasn't.
"Can I get you another glass of wine?" he asked.
"Thanks," she managed to say.
He walked into the living room and quickly Emily slipped in behind him. She worked her way to the bedroom, grabbed her coat and rushed out the front door. Almost running down the stairs, she pulled off her mask. What kind of slut does he think I am? It doesn't matter, she told herself. He doesn't know how I am. She sighed. And it's really too bad. We made each other laugh a lot. Under other circumstances…
She tossed and turned all night, and by 7 the next morning, she was up and dressed chugging a cup of coffee as she made her way out the door to the F.B.I. She carried her box into the building and found out where she needed to go. She knocked confidently on the door and waited to hear a come in. When she stepped inside and introduced herself she had a good feeling about this job. That was until this man held out his hand and she grasped it in a handshake. She gasped when she looked down at his hands then back up at the man with brown eyes. She pulled her hand back and took a step back. When he talked Emily knew for sure that this was Bill. What had she done? She just did unmentionable things on her mothers terrace with her new boss.
The second that Emily said her last name and she pulled her hand out of his he knew she was Monica from the party last night. He just slept with someone who was going to be a new addition to his team. Oh this was going to be awkward. But she was funny, he thought to himself. And seeing her without the mask she's very beautiful. And he couldn't help but think of the sounds she made when she came and the great things her mouth did to him last night.
They continued to stare at each other. Neither saying anything to the other. What was there to say? Emily bit her lip and Hotch licked his lips nervously, this was going to be situation that both were kind of looking forward to seeing where it would go.