Challenge:
Characters: Aaron Hotchner & Emily Prentiss
The prompts used were: soaring temperatures, melting ice cream cone, swimming pool, a bikini top and swim trunks
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"Ughhh" Emily complained picking at her blouse. "Why do we have to get stuck in the one building in this god forsaken town that doesn't have air conditioning? And why did it have to be in the middle of a heat wave?"
Hotch raised one eyebrow as he looked up from the stack of files on the table and smirked as he watched her trying to blow some air down her top. Smirking, Hotch put down the file he was holding. "Stop complaining. Remember that you volunteered us. I was happy to stay at the station but you needed some "fresh air". Well, I certainly hope you are enjoying your fresh air."
Feeling a little childish, Emily put her hands on her hips and stuck out her tongue at Hotch. He pretended not to notice as he closed the file he had been reading. Looking back at Emily, he could see that she was fanning herself with a folded over folder. "At least you are not wearing a suit. But in the interest of getting through the last few files, I'll go find us a copy of bottles of cold water."
While Hotch was gone, Emily undid a couple of buttons on her blouse trying to cool off. She walked over to the window in the back of the room and looked out realizing that their hotel backed on to the county offices. She spotted something interesting in the hotel property and opened the window hoping to get a better look. The chiming of the door distracted her from her curiosity and she hoped that it was Hotch who was heading to the back of the offices.
"Look what I got!" Hotch called out when he finally came into the room. When he didn't see her sitting at the table, he looked around the room. "Emily? Oh there you are. I found something better than water." Noticing that her blouse was far more revealing now, he looked away quickly focussing on the melting treat in his hand. "Um…ahh…do you want chocolate or vanilla."
A smile broke out on her face when she realized that Hotch was holding out two ice cream cones already melting. "Quick, pick one."
While she normally would have picked the chocolate, she knew that it was Hotch's preferred choice. Reaching for the vanilla, she laughed as she tried to lick the dribbles of the melting ice cream off the cone. They laughed as they both tried to lick around the outside of the cone to catch all the drips. Emily even managed to get Hotch to share a little bit of the chocolate cone with her. Closing her eyes, she moaned, "Oh, that is soooo good. Oh god, I love you Hotch, you're the best!"
Hotch almost choked on a bite of ice cream he had put in his own mouth. Did she realize what she said, he wondered? Surely she didn't really mean what she said did she? He pondered these questions, taking note that he could see far more skin then he had before he left. Could she be trying to give him a message? Why did that bother him so much and why did watching Emily lick her ice cream cone make his stomach do flips?
"That was friggin' amazing" she claimed, taking a seat at the table where the forgotten files were waiting. "Hotch, that was the best ice cream I've ever had. Thank you!" When Hotch realized that she was only showing him gratitude for finding the frozen treat and for helping her cool off he felt something inside of himself. Only it didn't know if it was relief he felt or something else?
While he was contemplating all of this, Emily was oblivious to the inner conversation her superior was having with himself. She kept on enjoying the ice cream, trying to eat it quickly before it dripped everywhere.
"Umm..Emily …you dripped." Hotch pointed at her.
Looking down at her blouse she wondered where the offending drip went. She finally located it on the swell of her left breast. Before she realized that Hotch was holding out a napkin to her, she reached down and swiped the ice cream off with her finger and promptly licked it off. Hotch caught his groan before it escaped his lips. Realizing that he had to get back to work before he made a fool of himself, Hotch turned away to throw out his napkin. "Prentiss, we need to get back to work. Let's finish up these last few files and then head back to the hotel."
Emily noticed the change in Hotch's demeanor right away; however she had no idea why he was suddenly so business like. They quickly went through the last few files and realized that there was nothing there that could help them with the case. While Emily cleaned up the files, Hotch called the station to tell them that he and Emily were going back to the hotel to catch a few winks. He expected the rest of the team to finish up their tasks and be at the hotel no longer than an hour.
They quickly locked up the offices and headed back towards their hotel exchanging few words between them. Just as they reached their hotel rooms, Emily finally broke the silence and spoke of the oppressive heat. "Even this late in the evening, the temperature still hasn't come down."
Hotch agreed adding that he hoped that the air conditioner in the rooms were still working or it was going to be a long night for the team. He bid Emily good night and went into his room.
As she shut her door behind her, she suddenly remembered what she had seen from the county offices. She quickly got what she needed and went to knock on Hotch's door.
He answered the door quickly and she realized that he was in a state of undress. Disregarding his lack of a shirt, he was concerned that something was amiss. "Emily, what's wrong?" Hotch asked taking note of the very fetching robe she was wearing that showed off her toned legs.
Smiling she pushed him so he would step back into his room. Standing in the doorway, she told him to hurry up and get into his swimming trunks.
Knowing this little adventure would be a mistake, he said her name in a warning tone. "Emily."
Ignoring his tone, she clasped her hands together and held them in front of her. "Hotch, I'm not taking no for an answer. We'll go for ½ hour and then we'll go to sleep. Please?" she begged waiting for him to agree. "Please?"
He would have said no. He should have said no. But the pleading in her voice and her damn eyelashes that she batted at him while trying to convince him did him in. Throwing up his hands in the air, he relented. "Fine. But if you so much as complain once that you're tired tomorrow, I'm going to beat you."
Giddy from excitement, Emily immediately closed the door behind her so Hotch could get dressed. But not before Hotch could swear that he heard her say, "Promises, promises."
