Emily leaned her head against Hotch's shoulder. They were curled in bed, he in plaid pajama pants, she in a silk, cream nightgown.
"Comfy, Em?" He whispered, playing with her dark hair.
She wiggled, content with where she was. "Yeah."
"Now I'm going to change that." Emily looked up at her boyfriend, confused. He climbed off the bed and offered her his hand. "Dance with me."
"There's no music," Emily said in a low voice, but her hand was already moving toward his.
"There doesn't need to be," he told her. Emily smiled as Hotch pulled her off the bed and into his strong arms.
He led her into the middle of the room, and wrapped his arms around her slender waist. Emily put her head on his chest, listening to his slow, steady heartbeat. He was right, as he usually was, they didn't need any music, being this close, next to his warmth, that was all that she needed.
"Feeling ridiculous yet?" he murmured in her ear, his warm breath on her neck causing goose bumps to rise on her arms.
"Not with you, never with you." She admitted, wrapping her arms around his waist and hugging him as they continued to turn.
"I'm sure I could think of a few things to make you change your mind." He teased.
"Then you can start tomorrow morning in front of the team," she replied, just as playfully.
"Tomorrow," he agreed, "tonight, we dance."
And together they danced to no music, but their love and the sweet kisses they shared.
This is my first attempt at Emily/Hotch, and so fluffy I almost puked writing it. I am not one of the fluffy writers. Hope y'all like it enough to review. I don't own Criminal Minds.
~DI4MGZ~