Hotch sat in the over-heating SUV with Emily Prentiss in the passenger side. Hotch had his jaw clenched with his white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel as Emily stared out the window while trying to control her breathing. The utter silence was almost worse than the yelling that had occurred only moments prior.

The two of them were – in layman's terms – not on the same page. Of anything. They worked together in peace for the sake of the other 5 members of their team, but it wasn't difficult to figure out the tension that always resided between the two Agents.

Strauss had ordered Prentiss and Hotch to take a 2 day trip to Charleston to do a custodial interview with an in-mate who was scheduled to be executed in 4 days time. Whether this was an attempt to form a bond between the two, Hotch didn't know. All he knew right now was the tension between the two of them was so thick it couldn't even be cut with a knife. As Hotch was buried in his thoughts, he passed a sign that indicated they were just 100 miles out of Charleston and Hotch glanced at the speedometer, gritting his teeth when the dile was ticking between 75 and 80miles per/hr. "So, are we just going to sit in silence for the next 2 hours?" Prentiss eventually muttered, her gaze flicking ever so slightly back to him and she saw the brief roll of his eyes. "That was my intention. Since we can't hold a civil conversation for more than a fraction of a second." His voice was dead calm and it irked Prentiss even more. She rolled her eyes with a shake of her head before she scoffed and leant down to retrieve her iPad from her go-bag and noticed the small red number, signaling she had email.

From: .us

To: .us

How's it going?

JJ

From: .us

To: .us

I hate him. And you. You for being there in Quantico and having a much more pleasant time than I am.

How's everything?

Emily

(PS. Don't actually hate you)

JJ 's reply came within minutes.

From: .us

To: .us

The day here isn't much better – at least you get to see all the nice scenery.

Oh and, I guess now would be a bad time to tell you that the hotel called and said the booking had been mixed up and you only have one room to share, right?

From: .us

To: .us

Okay. I take back my last statement. I absolutely hate you.

Tell me you're kidding, Jennifer.

Please.

From: .us

To: .us

Sorry! I'm going to keep trying to find another room but there is apparently a festival on this weekend and the all the hotel's are packed, I'm seeing what I can do!

Oh, and, I love you, too.

Have fun – maybe you'll get laid.

Emily's eyes widened when she read the last part and effectively choked on air, sending her into a coughing fit. She saw Hotch glance at her for a moment and just prayed he wouldn't ask what was wrong.

From: .us

To: .us

Tell me that was a joke.

Emily managed to type out after she had calmed down and was sure Hotch wouldn't question her. When she got JJ's reply, she could practically hear her smug laughter and it made her narrow her eyes at the screen.

From: .us

To: .us

Maybe. Maybe not.

Don't act like you haven't thought about it. Hate sex is hot.

Got to go; board meeting. Have fun. That time I say it with an entirely different meaning.

From: .us

To: .us

Two things, Jennifer;

First of all – these emails are monitored.

Second of all – I hate you.

Emily pressed send and immediately locked her iPad, her face hot for an entirely different reason and to make matters worse, she could feel Hotch's curious glance on her for the next ten minutes. Emily didn't meet his gaze though; instead she just stared out the window, enjoying the passing view and thinking of one thing that JJ put into her head. Emily was now thankful for the silence that she once felt she was suffocating in. She felt the her stomach tighten as the thoughts of sleeping with Hotch controlled every thought she had and for the remainder of the drive, she thought of ways she could get back at JJ for putting her in this position.

Once the two Agent's pulled up at the hotel, Hotch swiftly got out of the car, reaching into the back and getting his go-bag before surprising Emily and opening her door for her. Emily tried not to look confused as he took her bag from her, and closing the door behind her when she had her feet planted on the ground. She made a move to reach back for her own bag but Hotch ignored her movement and walked towards the bank of elevators, leaving Emily watching his back with furrowed brows.

Emily was fairly sure Hotch made the young girl at the front desk cry after the two left with their room keys. Once he had heard about the rooming situation, he turned into the "Agent Hotchner" that only comes out during unsub interrogations – even flashing his credentials at her after she said there were no available rooms.

"Did you know?" Hotch's ice cold voice split the air once they were concealed in the elevator. Emily considered lying but she could feel his dark gaze boring into her and she knew she wouldn't get away with it.

"JJ did mention it through email when we were about 2 hours out but she said she was working on getting another room, I thought it would've been resolved by the time we got here. Sorry." She added the last word as an after thought and flicked her gaze to see him. He tilted his head and nodded once, before inhaling through his nose. "It's really not that big of a deal.." She started quietly but immediately stopped in her tracks when she saw his cold eyes focus back on her.

"Perfect." Hotch snapped harshly when they walked into the room and saw the one double bed, a point JJ failed to mention. Emily sighed and dropped her bag on the chair infront of the TV and wrapped her arms around her torso, feeling slightly vulnerable as the sun became serious about setting. The room filled with orange hues as the quickly diminishing natural light flooded the room and she looked anywhere but him.

"I'll take the floor." Hotch spoke out and Emily couldn't look at him but she nodded once, not in agreement nor disagreement - but a simple action to acknowledge that she had heard him.

An hour went by with little to no words being spoken. The only thing the two had said to each other was "Shower's free" when Emily walked out of the bathroom only to have Hotch grunt in response. Emily thought it was safe to un-robe and get into her pajamas once she heard the lock click and the water start to run. She was bent over her bag in nothing but her black cotton underwear - that did nothing to conceal her bum - when she heard the lock switch, and before she could comprehend what that meant, she heard his voice.

"Oh, shit. Shit. Sorry. I'm – fuck, sorry." Emily spun around, not a rational thought in her mind as she did so. Once she had completed the 180, she was met with her boss' wide eyes and flushed face. She realized the mistake she made when his vision flicked south to her chest and torso before her mind caught up with what was happening and jumped into immediate response. "HOTCH" She all but screamed – jumping back to grab the dressing gown provided by the hotel that lay over the chair, her arms coming to protectively cover her breasts and torso, at the same time, Hotch slammed his eyes shut – his skin crinkling at the side of his eyes to prove the force he was using.

The silence of the room was so loud Emily felt like she was drowning, she quickly slipped the robe over her bare skin and tugged the knot tightly to her abdomen. She ran her fingers through her hair and hugged her arms around her chest. "Ahh.. y-you can open your eyes now.." She weakly said to his back – he had spun around the second his eyes were closed. She watched silent as he slowly turned on his feet, his head first as he glanced over his shoulder. She saw his peripheral vision focus on her but he never turned fully to face her, instead he strode quickly over to his go-bag near the door, taking out the clothes he must of forgotten and all but running back into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him and Emily let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

"Fuck." They both said to themselves. Emily felt herself heat up at the memory of his eyes when he saw her breasts, she didn't miss the way his tongue darted out to lick his lips before she screamed and re-directed his thought process – whatever it had been. Emily couldn't help but nibble on the corner of her lip as she thought that maybe there was a possibility Hotch had enjoyed what he saw. It made her wonder if he was squirming like she was in the bathroom, if he had been turned on and wanted her in the way she had thought about in the car. Emily felt her skin flush and not because of embarrassment this time, instead a strange feeling she hadn't felt in too long started to bundle up in her stomach. "Hate sex is hot." She could hear JJ's voice saying it even though she only read it through email. She inhaled deeply and slipped the gown off once more, retrieving her night shirt from the bag and slipping it on. She saw her cotton bed shorts and after a moment of contemplating, she stuffed them down the side of her go-bag. If Hotch asked, she left them at home. The night shirt came to the tops of her thighs, anyhow. Emily climbed onto the bed and switched on the TV, not listening to the sounds coming from it and instead only listening to the pelting of water that came from the bathroom as she envisioned him in the shower.

The water had already heated up to the ideal temperature he had set when he walked back into the bathroom, but a heavy weight between his legs made him grit his teeth and adjust the dials to a cooler temperature. He needed a cold shower. Maybe 5 of them. He almost snarled in frustration when he felt his cock twitch once more as he thought back to the last 2 minutes. He huffed out and turned on the basin at the sink, cupping his hands and filling it with cool water and slapping it over his face 3 times. Hotch stripped off and had to do everything in his power to stop himself from gripping his cock and getting himself off to the thoughts of the women in the next room. He couldn't jump into the shower fast enough and blessed whatever God there was as he felt his erection diminish as he bathed in the cold water.

Hotch stayed in the shower for 5 more extra minutes, just letting the water rush over him before he got out and dried himself. Once again, he dilly-dallied, stalling having to go out and face the inevitable conversation about what had happened. He washed his teeth, brushed his hair, washed his teeth again, did some stretches before he looked at himself in the mirror and huffed. "Get a grip, Hotchner." He spoke lowly, and with a sharp inhale, he gripped the door handle and swung it open. He was thankful for the sounds the television provided, unsure how he would cope in a silent room with her. He ignored her, keeping his gaze down as he went to his go-bag and stalled some more. Pulling out his suit for tomorrow and hanging it up, folding his used clothes from the day and placing that in his bag. Pulling out his files and laptop and placing them on the counter. All the while he could feel her eyes on him, shadowing his every movement. "Are you just going to keep staring at me or are you actually going to say something?" He spoke lowly, his vision flittering in her direction as he did and he saw her shoulders hitch at the sound of his voice – like she had been shocked he spoke.

"We need to talk about what happened." Her voice came out strong.

"No, we don't." Hotch replied, stubbornly.
"Yes, we do." She shot back and Hotch turned on his feet, his eyes boring into hers.

"What's there to talk about?"

"The fact that you checked me out."

"I'm human, sue me."

"Are you sure about that?" She muttered under her breath and Hotch glowered at her, his dark eyes sending an uncomfortable feeling into her bones.

"I'm sorry, that was harsh." She muttered softly, suddenly finding her hands very interesting. He didn't response, she wasn't expecting him too. Suddenly, the sounds of the TV didn't seem so comforting anymore and she sighed, looking up and tried to diffuse the tension in anyway she could. By using humor.

"You know, if you wanted to see me out of my clothes, all you had to do was ask." She said lightly, smiling somewhat hesitantly at him but that was wiped off her face when he shot her a dark, stern look.

"That isn't funny, Prentiss." He spat. Anger than overtook every feeling she had.

"God, what the FUCK is your problem, Hotch?!" She spat, noticing the shocked look he gave her but not saying anything about it as she continued.

"You walked out of the bathroom, I was changing, you saw me naked, BIG FUCKING DEAL. IT's not like you haven't seen any of it before. You know, if this was ANYONE else, we could of just laughed it off. But god, you have to make everything so bloody difficult, don't you? And when I try to ease the tension, you shoot my attempt right back in my face. But you know what? it's not only that. You have some serious fucking issue with me, don't you?" She didn't even realize she had gotten up off the bed and walked over to him until she could feel his body heat radiating off him.

"Elaborate." He pressed, his voice soft but the tone anything but.

"EVERY SINGLE THING I DO – YOU MONITOR IT? I make a mistake; I'm on field restriction, I show up late ONCE; I get flagged. I chat with JJ in the kitchen; I get told to get back to work whilst not even saying ANYTHING to her. I offer something to the profile; you dissect it like a damn frog. What the fuck did I ever do to make you hate me so much?" She hissed, her voice not changing from cold and angry. Hotch stared at her.

"Anything else you would like to say?" He growled, his own anger boiling up.

"YEAH. Actually, are you forgetting you begged me to come back to the BAU 2 years ago? Seems like it. You know, teams take on traits of their leaders, but I honestly hope to god NONE of us turn out like you have. You're angry all the time, you hardly EVER join us for family outings, and you're – GOD – you're so arrogant." Emily was almost on the verge of tugging her hair out. The last statement she said was false. Hotch was anything BUT arrogant. But she continued, taking note of every emotion he unwillingly let through his eyes. "You're such a drill sergeant. This job is hard enough, what are you trying to do, burry us?" She snapped angrily, noticing the twitch of his eyes as he struggled to contain his anger. "I don't care if you take my badge from me for this or rid me from the BAU, but I'm so sick of this. I hate you. Do you ever wonder why your marriage failed?" That was it. That was the final straw. Hotch snapped. He growled, surging forward and gripping her arms, pushing her back against the wall. "Don't ever. Ever. Talk about my marriage again. You have no right." He snarled. He didn't even think about their close proximity as their breaths mingled together. "Get the fuck off me." She hissed back, struggling under his grip as her dark eyes locked on his. Brown eyes looked into browner eyes as their anger filled the air between them. "You are the most frustrating person I have ever met. You know that?" He responded, his grip tightening ever so slightly as his breath came out is harsh puffs. "Well, you're not exactly happy-go-lucky yourself, jackass." She snapped.

Hotch didn't have anything to respond to that, instead he just glared at her, and she right back at him. Their eyes never moved from one another and Hotch briefly wondered if Emily could hear the pounding of his heart. Their harsh breathing filled the air as anger circulated through their bodies. Hotch still had Emily pinned between the wall and his hands, his body so close to hers that she could feel his cotton pants rubbing against her bare legs. The two stood like that for all of 20 seconds before he snapped. He made an animalistic sound and forcefully pushed his head down to meet hers. Their lips clashed instantly, he swallowed the slight gasp that erupted from the throat before she caught on and moved her hands to take fistfuls of the hair at the back of his neck. Their tongues met mid way in the enthusiastic kiss. Their teeth clashed briefly before Hotch took Emily's bottom lip captive and tugged it between his teeth, allowed a moan to find its way to the surface before he covered her mouth with his once more.

He couldn't help but smirk against her lips as he felt her push his body against hers, sandwiching her between him and the wall and she groaned into his mouth at the pressure. Hotch immediately slipped a thigh between hers and could think of the filthiest things to say as she immediately started grinding herself against his thigh. Hotch pulled his mouth from hers and Emily opened her eyes to see his smug expression and she scowled. "Fuck you." She spat, not stilling her hip movements before she latched her lips onto his neck and started sucking. "If you insist." He laughed dully, all inhibitions out the window as he slipped his hands to the small of her back before he moved them down and firmly palmed her ass, pushing her forward and causing her core to move up over his thigh and she whimpered helplessly into the skin of his neck at the friction. "Want me to fuck you?" He breathed out, his hands squeezing her ass before giving it a slight slap to which she jumped. "You're all talk." She hissed, wanting to evoke a reaction as she moved her hands down to his hips, gripping them in her palms and pushing them towards her, moving her hips to meet his in the middle before their crotch's met and she started grinding dirtily. "F- ugh." Hotch groaned, cutting himself off from swearing – not wanting to give her the satisfaction. She just laughed once and Hotch connected their mouths again in a rough kiss.

Hotch was the first to move, gripping her hips before moving his hands down to the back of her thighs and gripping them. She eventually got the hint and did a small jump the second he lifted and soon enough, her legs were wrapped around his waist and they were moving to the bed, their lips never parting through the whole process. Hotch made their kiss end, though. When he tore his mouth from hers and threw her down onto the bed. She snarled at him, quickly getting up onto her knees and gripping the hem of his cotton shirt. She tugged him down to her as she rose on her knees. Hotch's neck whined in protest at the odd positioning but didn't pull away as he felt her hands creep up the back of his shirt, bringing the cotton with her as she got his first item of clothing off. Hotch took control from there, though. Pushing her back on her shoulders until she was back on the bed, her dark, lust and anger filled eyes watching him closely as he climbed on to join her. He crawled towards her on the bed slowly and Emily would never admit it even if you held a gun to her head – but she felt her breath hitch in her throat as a she watched him slowly creep towards her. Eventually, he made it half way up her leg before she felt a grip on her ankle. She frowned and looked at him curiously before she saw him smirk and tug her down, her body falling down the bed until she was lying directly under his hovering body.

"All talk, hm?" He muttered tauntingly, as he gripped her thighs and immediately spread them apart, pushing her knees down to the bed so she was open to him. "Sit up." He growled, looking at her incredulously when she just stared back at him with narrow eyes. He clenched his jaw and felt his cock twitch in his pants at her disobedience. "Fine." He hissed, gripping the hem of her shirt and forcefully tugging it up her torso, revealing everything to him. After all, her little cotton panties didn't exactly hide anything from his view. He threw her shirt in the general vicinity to their left before he latched his mouth onto her right nipple, tweaking the left with his left hand and moving his right down between her legs. She moaned weakly, feeling his large hand cover her center and his mouth and fingers working her nipples and she had to resist the urge to run her hand through his hair. Instead, she opted for digging her nails into his back and scratching. He groaned at this contact, the feeling of her nails digging into him caused his cock to leak inside his pants and angrily beg Hotch to be released.

"Fucking do something." She groaned, bucking her hips to emphasis what she needed after 5 minutes of him lazily rubbing her gently through her panties and his mouth leisurely switching between her nipples. He halted all movements, looking up at her from his position in the chest and he cocked a brow. "You mean, something like this?" He asked, on the last word, slipping his hand into her panties and immediately found her clit with his thumb as he ran his index and middle finger through her folds, gathering the juices there and spreading them over her clit while his thumb massaged the bundle of nerves in anyway he could. "OH GOD – Yes.. yes, yes, yes." She cried, bucking her hips up desperately, happy with this change. "Hmm, maybe later." Hotch tore his hand out from her panties and Emily screamed out in frustration. "FUCK you. You son-of-a-bitch." She hissed, opening her eyes and boring them into his. Hotch just laughed darkly, sitting back on his shins and thumbing the waistband of her panties for a moment before he pulled them down her legs, revealing her clean, wet pussy to him. She assisted with kicking off her panties and Hotch gripped her inner thighs, spreading them as far as her body would allow before he bent down and sucked over her hip bone while his hands found themselves between her legs and he started stroking her pussy. She groaned out when she felt his finger probe at her hole and she bucked her hips in need. "Patience." He mumbled against her skin as he moved his head further down, his lips down grazing the top of her pussy, careful to avoid moving too far down and give her what she really needed. "Having fun?" She grit out, staring down at him with a dark gaze and he shuffled further down, his breath now washing over her clit and she bit her lip, not taking her eyes from him. "Very much, so." He muttered before he stuck his tongue out and licked her directly from bottom to the top as she cried out. "FUCK" She bucked her hips, not resisting the urge this time to shuffle her fingers through his hair and tug at it. Hotch groaned at the new touch and started tried to spread her legs further apart, opening her more to him as he went back to his task. He gently traced the outline of her lower lips with his tongue, sliding it through her folds and tasting the wetness that lay there before he found her clit. He slowly licked over her clit in every way possible, noting the moans and sounds she made when he did something just right as he tapped his tongue on the tip of her bundle of nerves – trying to figure out what she enjoyed best. He nipped his teeth on her sensitive spot, smirking at the gasp and buck of her hips she gave him before he locked his mouth around her clit and sucked. "Oh g-God.." She choked out. Noone had ever tried that before. They had thumbed her clit and lapped at it a few times but no one had ever sucked on it like he was doing and she had no idea being eaten out could feel this good. She felt her stomach tingle as she looked down at him and she couldn't stop her hips from moving up into his mouth. "Please…" she moaned weakly and he moved his gaze up to her, taking his mouth from her center and she whimpered at the loss of contact and the sight of his damp mouth and chin from her juices. "Patience." He repeated once more before he moved further down, his nose bumping her clit as he snuck his tongue through her folds once more, massaging her most intimate area with his hard tongue before he snuck it into her tight channel and she groaned loudly at this. Hotch gripped her thighs and pulled her legs apart even more, opening her more to him and allowed his tongue a deeper access to her core.

Hotch moaned against her pussy as he felt the suck of her cunt on his tongue and wondered how it would feel when he fucked her with his cock. His cock which lay hard and angrily between his legs. But this wasn't about him right now, he wanted her to cum. He wanted to feel her explode around his tongue and taste her before he fucked her. "Come on, Emily." He said lowly once he pulled back before diving back in, his hands coming to assist as he placed 3 fingers over her clit and rubbed hard as he lapped over her center and allowed his other hand to come and finger her.

"OH FUCK – FUCK, HOTCH" He was momentarily stunned when he heard her cry out, but didn't halt any of his movements as she started whining and bucking her hips desperately. Her weak pleas made his cock pulsate as he curved his fingers up and thrust them in and out of her tight channel, his tongue lapping at her folds and other hand rubbing over her clit and it wasn't long before she came with a loud, desperate scream. Hotch kept his movements on her as he worked her through her orgasm before he pulled his fingers out and immediately snaked his tongue inside her, tasting her juices as he took everything she had to offer.

When he came up, she was a shaking mess. Her eyes were droopy and thighs were trembling but when she saw him, she tried to sit up – to say she wasn't finished yet. "Taste yourself." He muttered quickly, while moving his hands to the back of her neck and pulling her head forward, she moaned in approval before their lips met and tongues fought together for dominance. She whimpered into his mouth at the mixed taste and jumped when she felt his fingers once again at her pussy. "I want to fuck you." He muttered when he pulled his lips from hers and she opened her eyes and looked at him, "What are you waiting for?" She asked rhetorically and somewhat breathlessly. Hotch discarded his boxers and pants and came back over her. She surprised him – pleasantly so – by initiating the kiss this time, gripping the hair at the nape of his neck and tugging his mouth back to hers, her tongue slipping his lips in a plea for entry which he easily granted as he guided his hot cock through her damp folds, swallowing the whimper she gave at the feeling of him against her.
"Protection..?" he muttered against her mouth, gritting his teeth to stop himself from pushing in right then as he felt her muscles flutter under his cock.

"I don't have any.. I'm on the pill and I'm clean.." She managed to choke out, her eyes half closed as she tried to calm her breathing.

"I don't have anything.. I had a physical 2 weeks ago, I'm clean, too.." He said in a somewhat controlled voice, his hips jutting against hers in frantic little movements as he waited for her approval.

"Then, fuck me." At that, he thrust in, both of them moaning instantly as her tight cunt latched onto his cock and the muscles quivered repeatedly as she willed her body to accustom his size. He didn't give her anytime, though. Instead, he immediately started thrust in deep, hard and fast motions. "God, fuck, you feel so good.. so tight…" He grunted into her neck before he sucked at the slightly salty skin. Emily just writhed helplessly beneath him as weak whines left her throat. Helpless begs and pleas for him to continue coming out almost constantly as he pounded harshly into her body.

"Gonna come? Yeah? You gonna come around my cock, aren't you?" He grit out as he picked up the past, feeling her muscles clench around him at the new speed and he looked down at her, she up at him. "You're not that good." She bit out, her eyes dark with lust and he knew then what she wanted.

"Oh?" He asked, feigning confusion as he stopped his thrusting movements all together – even if he thought it might kill him. Emily's eyes widened as she stared at him in shock. "Are you fucking kidding me?" She hissed, her eyes narrowing "God you're such a piece of s-" he cut off her, pulling his cock from her tight folds and flipping her over onto her stomach, gripping her hips and pulling them up to rest on her knees, one hand coming down to her hip and and holding it to the mattress and the other securing a tight hold over her hip before he thrust back into her. Emily cried out at the new angle and whined into the covers as she tried to move her hips back against his thrusts. She sighed in a slight bit of relief as she felt his hand release the hold he had on her head as he gripped her other hip in his hands, moving her hips to fuck down onto his cock the way he wanted, his thrusts going deeper as she felt his balls slap against her ass and she couldn't help but weakly cry out in approval as she looked over her shoulder to watch the way his face contoured in pleasure and the way his cock disappeared over and over again into her cunt. He noticed her look and smirked smugly, his eyes hooded as he sped up his thrusts, pleased when her mouth fell open ever so slightly as a silent gasp left her lips.

"You like that, hmm?" he taunted "You like me fucking you? Like seeing me get rough with you? You like to be man-handled, don't you, Emily? Like to be dominated.." He was talking absolute shit, the words flowing from his mouth before his brain could even register what he was saying. But, it wasn't bad for him, he watched and noted the way she looked and the way her pussy clenched over his cock with each word and he figured it out– she got off on it. She got off on the dirty talk and being used for his own pleasure. With that thought process, he removed one hand from her hip, lifting it up and striking it down harshly onto the unsuspecting skin of her ass. He watched in awe as the skin reddened and his hand print formed over her pale cheek. "OH GOD" She all but screamed, her mouth falling open and neck giving out as her forehead hit the pillow, "M-mo..more.." He only just heard her over the sounds of skin slapping against skin and his own harsh breathing. "More?" He mocked "You want to be spanked?" He laughed a sardonically low laugh before he raised his hand once more and striked the skin of her ass and the back of her upper thighs multiple times until he felt her shaking under his hold. "You like that, baby?" He wasn't exactly sure where the pet name came from, but he couldn't exactly think anything else of it as his thrusts got faster and faster, feeling his balls tighten as he was racing to his end.

"Come on, Emily. Come for me." He bit out, reaching his hand forward down the front of her body, his fingers immediately finding her clit and rubbing in harsh circles. Her cunt fluttered around his cock, her body went limp and breathless cries left her mouth before she arched her back and screamed when she reached her peak. Hotch did the gentlemanly thing and continued to thrust into her sensitive cunt as she finished coming down from her high. He could tell she was sensitive – he heard the sharp intake of air when she was aware enough to note feeling. But, she looked over her shoulder and looked at him through hooded eyes and decided to help him "Come on, Hotch. Cum in me, I want to feel it. Fuck, you feel so good, that's it baby, right there. That's it.. yes.. come on, come for me.." She breathed out in the most sensual tone that it could of put a pornstar out of work. "Nngghhh.." he grunted, his thrusts coming sloppier but faster before his muscles gave out and he collapsed – his torso falling onto her back as he held himself up on his forearms and trust his final movements into her before he reached his peak and Oh yes.. he came. He could feel his own load around her tight walls as he breathed harshly, trying to catch her breath.

"Please.. just.. give me a minute.." he groaned against the skin of her shoulder and he could hear her soft breathing.

"It's okay.." He only managed to register her voice before he weakly lifted his hips and slipped out of her, both of them groaning at that.

Emily turned around on the bed, feeling embarrassed and slightly confused. She immediately covered her torso from his wandering eyes and snapped her legs as tight together as she could. "Um.. m-my shirt.. please.." She indicated with a finger towards the mess of clothing on the ground and Hotch just nodded once, a cold, distant look on his eyes as he bent down to get the cotton shirt, handing it to her but not meeting her eyes.

Hotch redressed himself in silence, a thousand thoughts running through his head at a million miles per hour. He gulped as he looked at the bed and the floor, realizing he had to make a make-shift bed. "You know, you have a bad back, it wouldn't be that bad if you slept in the bed, I mean, I don't really think we can do something we haven't already, so…" he turned to face her as she spoke, noting the vulnerable look in her eyes and he contemplated his options, weighing them along with their pros and cons before he nodded once. It was true, after a tackle of an unsub that happened a week or so ago, he had done sever damage to a disc in his back and the bed would be better for his comfort. "I appreciate that." He said, somewhat gently and cautiously as he made his way over to what was now his side of the bed, feeling slightly dejected when he saw the way she scrambled as far to the other side as she could without falling off.

The two lay in silence, neither sleeping and vividly aware of the other person lying next to them for about half an hour before Emily broke the silence once again.

"Hotch.." her voice came out soft but also firm enough to indicate to Hotch she had been nowhere near sleep.

"Yes?" He replied, his voice similar to hers

"I just.. I'm sorry. For what I said, all of it. I honestly didn't mean any of it and I had no right to comment on your marriage." She whispered, her voice sincere and Hotch turned to look at her, the lights from the outside night life causing a soft glow to cover her face and Hotch wouldn't admit the choke of air he got at the sight even if you put a gun to his head.

"It's okay, Emily." Emily. Not Prentiss. Emily. She tried not to over analyse that. "We both said some things we didn't mean, heat of the moment, right?" He asked somewhat lightly

"Right." Even he could hear her grin when she responded and then silence overtook them again.

"Emily?" Hotch spoke

"Mmm?"

"Do you think.. Maybe we can just, keep tonight between us?" He asked, his voice hesitant and he felt her shift on the other side of the bed

"Of course, Hotch. No one has to know." She smiled softly into the dark and it was quiet for no more than 30 seconds before she spoke again

"I.. Think I'll try and get some sleep now.."

"Goodnight, Emily."

"Goodnight, Aaron."

And well, if somehow, in the middle of the night, they found each other and curled up together, and if at the break of dawn, Emily pawed at him for some sleepy morning sex before they cuddled again until the sun came up, well, no one has to know.