Hotch's room.

Aaron Hotchner slowly opened his eyes, feeling the full force of his hangover. Oh God, how much did I drink last night. He turned over in his bed and for a moment thought he was still asleep, dreaming, as he saw the beautiful brunette sharing his bed. Okay I'm naked. He lifted the covers slightly and peered under. And she's naked.

At this thought his mind tried to remember back to what had happened last night. He didn't remember jumping into bed with his subordinate, that's for sure. As he tried to recall the night before, he didn't realise he was still holding the covers up and staring at the naked form beside him. What's that? He thought as something shiny caught his attention. She hasn't always had that, has she? He smirked slightly as he gazed at what he'd discovered. Looks kind of sexy.

Jesus Aaron, don't think of her like that! He inwardly shouted at himself, still not tearing his eyes away though. I wonder if she remembers how this happened.

Finally managing to drag his gaze upwards, his eyes locked onto a very confused looking stare. "Hotch? What are you doing?" Hotch released his grip on the cream duvet and let it fall back onto them.

Emily Prentiss felt a draft surrounding her as she woke. Opening her eyes, she silently cursed herself for however much she drank last night. God, I feel like shit.

She froze, as she saw a masculine hand holding the duvet up. Who the hell is that? Not wanting to look she slammed her eyes shut, hoping that when she opened them again he wouldn't be there. But he was. Trust me to jump into bed with a complete stranger.

Emily finally puckered up enough courage to look at the mans face. When she realised who it was she wasn't sure if this was better or worse than waking up next to a stranger. Hotch? Even better, trust me to jump into bed with my boss.

What is he looking at? She started to become even more confused as she noticed her boss seemed to be 'checking her out'.

A small amount of anger started to build up within her as a light smirk fell upon the chief units face. What the hell is he smirking at? I wonder if he remembers how this happened, coz I don't remember a damn thing.

Without warning Hotch's stare caught onto her own and she saw confusion and embarrassment in his eyes. "Hotch? She noticed he still held the cover up, revealing her naked form. "What are you doing?" The now red faced Aaron Hotchner swiftly dropped the fabric, with more embarrassment present than confusion.

"I… I'm sorry Emi… I mean Prentiss. " He paused, searching her eyes and face for anything to give away how she felt about this. "I don't remember what happened last night."

"Neither do I." She added as she felt the older agent was at a loss for words. "Why were you…" How the hell do I ask this? "erm, looking at me a minute ago?"

"Oh I… er … well I was looking to see if you were naked." Her eyes widened at this and she pulled the cover slightly tighter around herself. "No, I mean I wasn't sure if we'd… you know. I thought maybe we'd just shared the bed or something, so I was checking to see if you had any clothes on."

Emily relaxed a little bit. She knew Hotch wouldn't take advantage of her. She was just so confused. She'd had a crush on Hotch for quite some time now and the thought of the two of them having sex caused butterflies to dance in her stomach. She just wished she could remember how it all happened.

She flashed a small smile at him to break some of the tension. "Are you wearing any clothes?"

He shook his head, his lips twitching upwards. "This isn't funny," she voiced, lightly giggling herself.

Hotch's smile grew. "Then why are you laughing?"

"I don't know." He chuckled at her response. This soon came to a stop as she announced her next sentence. "You were looking for long enough." He expected to see anger when he looked up at her, but he didn't, instead he noticed she had her eyebrows raised and seemed to be teasing him.

"I was intrigued by your bellybutton piercing. I didn't think that was your kind of thing"

"My What!" Emily almost shouted, as she turned away from the dark haired man. She shifted the cover out of the way so she could see more of the damage the alcohol had caused last night. A small purple jewel dangled from her bellybutton. "Oh my God. What else did I do last night?"

Aaron couldn't help but laugh. "So this is new then?" He questioned with a grin plastered across his face.

"Shut up Hotch." Carefully making sure to cover herself properly, she turned to face him and was less than impressed with the expression on his face. "Okay, this is definitely not funny."

"It is just a bit."

"No, no it isn't. I got so drunk I can't remember anything. I jumped into bed with my boss. I got my bellybutton pierced. And God knows what else I did last night. What part of that is funny?"

"The bellybutton part is pretty funny." If possible his grin widened as he said this.

"AARON!" she shouted pulling the cover of him slightly and slapping him hard on the chest. Her facial expression now matched his as she took in what was hanging from his nipple. "Hotch, I don't think I'm the only one who got a piercing last night."

"Huh?" Emily lightly ran her index finger over his left nipple. "Oh no. What is…?"

"It's a nipple ring Aaron. You got your nipple pierced last night. That's so much worse than mine." She blurted out, through her hysterical laughter.

Aaron Hotchner was speechless. He just gazed down at the small gold object as if it was trespassing on his body. How did I not notice this earlier? Probably because your mind and eyes were to preoccupied with the beautiful naked woman in you bed. He answered his own question and looked up to find said beautiful naked woman in a fit of laughter, at his side.

"Okay I'm going to put some clothes on." Hotch announced, while his eyes darted around the room looking for his clothes. Luckily his case was right by the side of the bed. While he changed his mind wandered, She's taking this well. Why is she taking it so well? Hang on, why am I taking it so well?

"Hey, where are my clothes?" Her voice pulled Hotch from his thoughts.

The two agents scanned the room, but could only find Emily's panties "Here, put this on for now." Hotch through a shirt to her.

"I can't go out there in your shirt."

"Would you rather go out there naked?"

"I guess not," she replied throwing the shirt on quickly. "Do you think they know?"

"Know what?" Hotch raised his eyebrows at her, obviously teasing.

"You know what." The dark haired woman through a pillow at her supervisor. "If they do, hopefully they'll know what else we did."

"Ready to face them?"

"Ready as I'll ever be."

Hey!

Thanks for reading, I hope your enjoying so far. Please review.

I should get chapter two up today. It's finished, I just need to check it over coz I wrote it in a bit of a rush.

Jade xxx