Hello everyone! Here is the sequel to 'Soccer Moms', and yeah, bowing down to some requesting a seque. Here's to you, Sarahb2007, HPforever-after, tay123 ! Hoped you all will like it!

Oh, this is turning out to be more than one shot sequel…I just couldn't control them! They(the characters)insisted on dragging this out!

And as is, I do not own the series CM! just those darn soccer moms!

And above all, thank you to by BETA! HGRHfan35, you are the best!

Enjoy!

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Soccer Practice

Part 1

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"Is he asleep?"

Emily nodded her head as she flopped down on the couch, "Yes! Finally! I thought he was never going to."

Hotch, seated on the other end of the couch watched her, "Thank you for giving up your weekend. I know Jack has thoroughly enjoyed today!"

Emily blushed slightly as she shrugged her shoulders, "It was my pleasure. I had just about as much fun as he did. I hope we did not wear you out."

Hotch shook his head, "Funny, Prentiss. But I do have to thank you for talking him out of getting a dolphin. I don't think he'd fit in the bathtub!" he began rubbing his face.

Emily chuckled, "Yeah, it's a good thing. Imagine having to buy tons of fish to feed it! And remember what Jack said?"

Hotch nodded, "'But dad! I can take care of him and he can teach me how to swim!' I couldn't think of a smarter reply than that one."

"Kids! They don't understand the bigger picture!"

"At least he's not begging for a Chevy Camaro with specifically yellow paint and black stripe." Hotch shook his head.

"Oh, give him another ten years, when he gets his driver's permit." She teased him.

"Ten years. Thanks for making me feel old already." He glared at her.

"Oh, you'll look as good as you are now when you're in your 60s or 70s."

Hotch started. "Are you flirting with me or trying to gain some brownie points with the boss?"

Emily blushed, "Oh Hotch! I didn't mean…I mean, come on, you are really good looking and as they say; men aged very well."

"Oh great, now you're comparing me with…wine?"

"No! I'm not! All I'm saying is that you're good looking! Look at those moms this morning, they were practically drooling over you!"

Hotch groaned which surprised Emily; she had never seen this side of him.

"Don't remind me of that! And I've to face them Tuesday or Thursday evening when we have a practice on either of those days; no out-of-town permitting."

"Aw Hotch! Poor you, having to paw them off you!"

"It's not funny, Prentiss." He tried to look indignant but failed as his dimples appeared as he saw her laughing eyes.

"Do you want me to go as well and um, as JJ put it, provide security details?"

Hotch frowned, "It's not necessary."

Emily tilted her head, "Oh, I think so. Come on, it'll be fun."

"For whom?" He eyed her warily.

"Well, I'll be there to protect your…virtue, and to keep them from 'pawing' you."

"I don't see the 'fun' in that."

Emily chuckled; Hotch can be so literal!

"Just let me come to the practice, it'll be fun. And I'm curious about this side of SSAIC Aaron Hotchner as Soccer Coach."

Hotch harrumphed, "I'm not a side-show freak, Prentiss."

"Please, Hotch?" She fluttered her eyes at him accompanying a pretty full-lipped pout.

Hotch was drawn to those lips, it begged to be kissed.

"Hotch?"

Restraining himself, he sighed, "Fine. You can come along with a proviso."

Emily stopped her fist pumping when he first said 'fine'. "A proviso?"

"Yes."

"Okay, what is it?" She was curious.

"No fighting." He said simply.

"What? Me? Fighting? What are you trying to say?" Emily was trying hard not to smile.

"Oh, I know you more than you think. And you're itching to hit or punch."

Startled by his admission, she shook her head confusingly, "You know me more than me? Oh, I have got to know! Tell me, what makes me?"

Hotch took a deep breath; what had he started? Why did he say that to begin with as it was very telling!

"You have not taken down any UnSubs lately and you're having some sort of withdrawal, and you would do anything for a fight or even an argument."

Emily stared at him; gads! This is scary weird! He does know me!

"O…kay…I don't know what to say to that."

"I'm right, right?" He grinned at his own word play.

"Yeah, that about sums it all. But I can restrain myself."

Hotch snorted as he chuckled.

Emily glared at him, "Wait, did I hear a snort and…and…a chuckle? Oh my god! You, chuckling? I'm going to tell JJ and Garcia about it!" She began reaching for her cell phone that was in her jeans pocket.

He lunged at her, "No you are not! I have to maintain my reputation to the others!"

Emily squealed as she felt his hard body landed on her. "What reputation? That you're a hard ass?"

"Yes! Although I wouldn't say I'm a hard ass, just professional! Now, put that phone away!" He was wrestling her hand, trying to keep it from reaching into the front pocket.

"Get off me, Hotch! It's my phone!" She giggled as she tried to pry his hand off hers which was moot as his strength was more superior to hers.

"Say you won't call them and I'll back off." He wrapped her wrist with his hand preventing her from moving it.

"No! I've to tell them now or they won't believe it!" She began to struggle hard and tried to knee his groin.

Hotch saw her moves and managed to dodge it and shook his head, "Oh, now you're trying to maim me. I think there should be some sort of punishment to be meted out." He snaked his free hand to the side of her waist and tried to tickle her.

Emily's eyes widened, "No! No Hotch! You know I'm ticklish there! Not fair!" She tried to wriggle from him but being that he was on top of her, which effectively trapped her, the wriggling was ineffective.

"If you promise not to tell them I'll back off." He repeated.

"But!" He tickled her again, she was giggling uncontrollably as tears of laughter leaked out of her eyes. "Hotch! Stop it!"

"No. Promise me." He looked intently at her; he felt aroused lying on top of her, her warm body trapped against him.

"Hotch, I…" she saw his eyes; they were dilated and no longer in a playful mode. Instead, he looked as if he wanted to kiss her and he was not attempting to tickle her anymore.

"Hotch…"

"Yeah?" He replied as he looked at her, his head slowly leaning down to her; he was going to kiss her.

"I…you…" she watched his face becoming bigger as he leaned closer to her, his eyes on her lips.

…End of Part 1…

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Okay, yes, Hotch here is slightly OOC but hey, it's just a story that's meant to be humorous!

Thank you all!

Lizzie