This is an uno-shot for my sweet agents Emily Prentiss and Aaron "Geez, he's a little too attractive" Hotchner. Yayayayaya!
"Hotch! Aaron friggin' Hotchner!" Emily Prentiss yelled, running down the front steps of FBI building. He whirled around at the sound of his name. "Wait, Prentiss?" He asked in confusion. It was late, or early, and honestly he was only leaving to change clothes so no one would tell him night was for sleep, and all the other workaholic criticism. Prentiss smiled and met him at his car. "Hotch, I was working late, and I rode in with Morgan because my car's being repaired. Can I get a ride with you?" Hotch looked at Emily and nodded. He'd been feeling more than appropriate emotions toward his right hand agent as of late, and couldn't help but realize the thud of his heart as he swallowed and opened the door for her. Emily slid into the car and tried to settled the butterflies in her stomach.
She looked over at him and felt her heart stop. She breathed in deeply and looked at him. When he met her gaze she smiled at him. She desperately wanted to reach out and touch him. She wanted to feel his skin against hers. She. Was. So. In. Love. With. This. Man. "Aaron," she said softly, watching the road in front of them. He glanced at her and nodded. "You don't know where I live." She stated, realizing they were heading in the direction of his apartment. He had realized this a little earlier and made a decision. "Well, it's close to six anyway," he glanced at his watch. 4:15. "So I thought you could just sleep at my apartment." Emily nodded. "Yeah, okay." She said, her insides surging with happiness.
When they entered the small place she immediately slumped into the couch's cushions. Hotch poured her a drink and she gulped it down. Sighing, he also relaxed against the plush sofa. He laid his hands on the couch as well, but his right landed on Prentiss's leg. She blushed furiously and he withdrew his hand quickly and smiled weakly. "I'm so s-" he began, but she cut him off. "Don't be." She said, slightly nervous about how forward she was being. He looked at her curiously and she mimicked his expression and locked eyes with him. He leaned in closer and she followed suit, pressing her lips to his. Her heart was on fire. Fireworks were exploding in her ears. She eagerly wrapped her arms around him and pressed her body to his. His mouth was permanently attached to hers and he couldn't seem to tear himself away. He smiled against the kiss.
Oh, yeah. Emily was definitely feeling it too.