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Call Me When You're Sober: Evanscence

After four hours at the bar the team was a little tipsy. They didn't usually stay that long or drink as much as they did, but the last case was extremely hard on everyone. Morgan and Garcia were flirting heavier than usual. Apparently alcohol broke down all their barriers. JJ was swaying slightly as she plays darts with Reid by her side. Rossi is passed out with his head resting on the table.

Hotch and Prentiss are sitting together at the table talking about nothing in particular when Emily heard the familiar cords of her song fill the room. Emily quickly stands up then holds onto the table when her world starts spinning. Hotch reaches out to steady her and laughs. She grabs his hand and tries to pull him out of his seat.

"Dance with me."

Hotch struggles against her tugs. "I don't dance Prentiss," he chuckles.

"Come on, please Hotch," she whines. "I wanna dance." She continues to tug and her foot balances itself on the bottom of his chair. She uses all of her strength to get him to budge and before either of them know what's happening Hotch gets pulled from his chair, Emily's foot gets stuck on the chair, and they both fall to the floor with an oomph.

Prentiss laughs uncontrollably at the situation. Hearing her laugh was contagious and soon Hotch was chuckling along with her. He places his head on her shoulder and enjoys the feel of her body underneath him. He sobers up quickly and leans back to look at her. Her hair is splayed out across the floor. Her hands are on his arms and she squeezes. She still has laughter written on her face, but seeing the way he's looking down at her made a certain part of her set a blaze.

She squirms a bit and Hotch bites back a moan. "Well sir, as much fun as this is, I'd like to still dance to my song before it's over."

Hotch nods and takes one more glance at her then pushes himself off of her. He offers her his hand and she takes it and he pulls her up. Gripping his hand tightly, she pulls him along with her to the dance floor. She turns to face him and drags him close to her. His hands grip her hips and she's now flush up against him. She grinds her lower half against him and this time he can't help the noises that leave his lips. She smiles then wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him down closer to her. They continue to dance through out the rest of the song. Hotch's hands find their way down to her ass and squeezes. She lets out a moan and he smirks at what he's doing to her. He's thrusting up against her and before either realize what's happening she's panting into his ear, and he's painfully hard. Hotch bends his head down and nibbles on her ear. She scratches his neck and he lets out a hiss.

"Come home with me."

Emily was having a hard time putting his words through her brain. Come home with him? Was he serious? He was making it very hard for her.

"As much as I'd love to, I can't," she pants, while he was still thrusting up against her. He was so hard and it was all because of her.

Hotch pouts. "Why?"

"Because we're drunk and I don't want you to regret anything in the morning."

Hotch held her ass tightly then rolled his hips. They both let out a moan. "Trust me when I say I would not regret you."

Emily blushes then whispers to him, "call me when you're sober." Her hands travel down to his ass then smacks it before saying goodnight and walking away leaving a very horny section chief standing by himself looking after her with a problem.

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