So I'm now back in the land of writing super smutty goodness, mainly because I have this vision of Hotch being wound up incredibly tightly and needing some release. So I had to write it, and this was how I pictured it happening. I know, I have a completely depraved muse! It's probably going to be a twoshot at this stage.

This is a very explicit piece, so please, mature audiences only.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters and no infringement is intended.

She raised her hand and rapped on the cream coloured door. Knock, knock, knock.

"Go away," came the muffled voice from within the hotel room.

Knock, knock, knock. More insistent this time.

"I said go away." There was no mistaking the anger in the voice.

She put her mouth close to the door. "I'm not going away until you open this door. Or I can get housekeeping to come open it. Your choice."

Seconds ticked by and then the door was suddenly wrenched open. He stood in the doorway, jaw clenched, eyes shooting daggers at her. Her eyes drank him in. He was still in his shirt and tie, although his feet were bare. His hair was uncharacteristically mussed, as if he had run his hand through it dozens of times. "Exactly which part of go away didn't you understand?" he snarled.

She looked calmly at him. "Let me in, Hotch."

He didn't budge. "I'm not in the mood for company."

She stepped forward, placing her hand on his chest and exerting a firm pressure, pushed him backwards.

Startled, he took a couple of steps back, allowing her to step into the room. She shut the door behind her, then locked it, before dropping the shopping bag that was in her hand onto the writing desk. She noticed the opened bottle of scotch and the amber liquid in the glass sitting next to it on the night stand. It looked like he was on his third shot. She made no comment.

"Emily, what the hell are you doing here?" He looked furious. A tide of red rode high on his cheekbones and his hands were clenched into tight fists by his sides.

In one fluid movement, she pulled the dark red wraparound top she was wearing over her head and dropped it on the floor. She reached down and removed her boots, then unfastened her pants and stepped out of them. When she stood back up and met Hotch's eyes, she saw that his mouth had fallen open slightly as he stared at her underwear clad body. "I'm undressing. And I suggest you do the same."

"What?" His frown was thunderous and he stared uncomprehendingly at her.

"Hotch," she walked up to him and tugged at his grey and silver patterned tie until it parted and fell onto the floor. She started to unbutton his shirt. "You've managed to piss everyone off today. The detective in charge of the investigation, Chief Strauss, Rossi, Morgan, JJ, Garcia, me." As she listed each name, a button was released from a buttonhole. "You almost made Reid cry. And you definitely made that poor waitress from the diner cry."

She gasped when he suddenly grabbed her wrists in both hands. His eyes bored into hers.

"I repeat, what are you doing, Prentiss?"

Her eyebrows lifted an infinitesimal amount. Prentiss? He was even angrier than she thought. It was lucky she was here. "You need relief, sir, and I'm here to give it to you."

His brows drew even more closely together. "What the hell are you talking about?"

She slowly twisted her arms out of his grip. Keeping her eyes locked with his, she reached up and stripped his blue striped shirt off his shoulders. He continued to glare at her, but made no move to stop her. Reaching down, she unbuckled his belt, then unzipped his pants. She hooked her fingers in the waistband and pushed downwards. His belt buckle met the carpeted floor with a muffled thud and his brief boxers followed suit. Her right hand slid south.

He breathed in sharply, his nostrils flaring when she found him. Even before any contact or stimulation he was already almost erect and it took only a few strokes to bring him all the way. When she finally replied, her voice was pitched low, each word coated with seductive meaning. "I mean you need to let off some steam, Hotch, because if you don't, you're going to implode. And then who could I go to to get laid?" she breathed against his mouth, her lips an inch away from his.

Her thumb caressed the head of his cock, smoothing the liquid drops of arousal that was slowly being produced. Her body responded with its own emission, dampening the seat of her thong. She closed her hand around him in a fist, then started to stroke him. Up, down, then again, faster and faster, doing her best to mimic the way he had stroked himself. Her nipples tightened at the memory of the time she had asked him to show her how he masturbated. The private show he had reluctantly put on for her had been so arousing that she had reached an immediate violent orgasm upon his first contact with her clit.

"We're on a case," he muttered, as his eyelids grew heavy with desire. His breathing quickened.

"Forget the case. Fuck me." She smiled inwardly when his lust heavy eyes flared wide open. It was something she discovered by accident a few months ago. Her straight laced, buttoned-up, previously missionary-position-only bed partner was turned on by dirty talk. The dirtier, the better. So she indulged him. Sometimes. She didn't want him to get too used to it.

She was going to go all out tonight. And she wasn't just referring to dirty talking. Hence the shopping bag. But that was for later.

"I've been hot for you all day, watching as you got angrier and angrier, as the tension within you coiled tighter and tighter. I need you just as much as you need me. So fuck me, Hotch, slam your cock into me and make me scream for you." All the while her hand never paused, flying over his iron hard length, the sound of skin slapping against skin.

The only warning she had was the intense surge of heat in his eyes and then he grabbed her around her waist and backed her against the wall. He turned her around swiftly so that she was facing away from him and she automatically braced her hands on the wall before her. Shoving his leg between her thighs, he forced them apart. She gasped when he suddenly ripped off her thong and then he was driving into her, strong and hard and deep.

"I'm fucking you, Emily, and you feel so damn good. So hot and wet that I swear you're going to drive me crazy. Not being able to touch you for the last five days has been torture. I finally gave in two nights ago in the shower and do you know what I was thinking of when I came?" His voice vibrated in her ear, making goosebumps rise on her skin.

She shook her head, whimpering when he slid his hand between her legs and his middle finger came into contact with her swollen clit. Oh God, he felt so good inside her, thrusting so deep that she felt completely stretched, full to the point of overflowing with his swollen shaft. Her nipples rubbed against the rough texture of the suede style paint on the wall each time he thrusted into her and she moaned at the sensations emanating from those dual points and shooting through her body.

"I was thinking of taking you up against the wall of the shower like this, your pussy tight around my cock, just as it is now. And you were moaning my name, ah yes, just like that." He pummelled into her even harder, his hips slapping violently into hers. His finger stroked her sensitive bud with lightning fast strokes, enabled by the juices she was producing.

"You feel so good inside me, Hotch, so big and hard. I can't bear …" She was panting hard, her fingers clawing desperately at the wall. Her mind was spinning so fast she could barely think, much less speak. "I need to come so badly. Please Hotch, come with me. Pump me full of your sperm."

And with a loud roar he did, shoving himself so deep inside her that she didn't know where he ended and she began. His climax spurred hers on and she tumbled over the edge, calling out his name, her inner muscles tightening around him again and again, milking every drop of semen he had.

They stood there, breathing hard, and as he softened, she could feel his seed running down her thighs. She slowly turned around until she was facing him. His cheeks were still flushed, although it was no longer with anger, and she almost smiled when she saw that most of the tension that had been in his face and shoulders had eased.

She reached up and traced the outline of his lips. "Now that we've taken the edge off, how about we retire to bed for round two?" She only allowed herself to smile when she saw shock flare on his face. She took a step away from the wall. "Shall we?" She held out her hand.

Swallowing hard, he silently put his hand in hers, letting her lead him in the direction of the king-sized bed.

Hmm ... was that hot enough for you? *grin* Let me know what you thought. If you liked it, tell me, and I'll try my best to post the next chapter ASAP. The next chapter will be REALLY naughty.