Taking in a deep breath, Emily let the blond lead her out onto the dance floor, her hand barely touching that of the younger woman's. Her eyes glanced over to her boyfriend sitting with all of their friends at the bar, watching as he sent her the smallest of nods with a certain sparkle in his eye. He was enjoying it.

"He wants to see you like this," Kelly chuckled. "Wants to see how far you'll go."

Emily bit her lip, letting the younger woman set her hands on her hips. "Yeah, I know."

The green eyed woman didn't even try to hide her smirk as she reached up and brushed a dark curl out of Emily's eye. "If you want, I think we could make this quite the show for him," she grinned, pulling the FBI agent closer to her.

Emily's doe eyes widened as she felt Kelly's pelvis gently bump against hers, their torsos coming into contact as the music changed to a slower beat. She hesitantly wrapped her arms around the other woman's neck, watching as her jade eyes darkened on her. "You want us to...?"

"Pretend you're into me, and make him regret forcing you to come here."

Her eyes raked down the blonde's underwear model body as they began to sway, the older woman's heart begin to pound as Kelly's knee brushed against her left leg, nudging it away from her other to bring their bodies closer. "You want to play him?"

Kelly smiled wide, her hands moving up to cup the agent's waist. "As long as you're comfortable, I'd like to do a lot more."

Hotch sat with his back against the bar, a cold beer in his hand as he watched his girlfriend across the club. He knew that she hadn't wanted to come, but a bet was a bet, and he knew that deep down she would never be one to give up and give in.

"You think she's doing ok out there?" the eldest of the team chuckled, taking a swig of his beer.

Hotch nodded, his eyes never leaving the brunette that was swaying with the woman he had gone to school with out on the dance floor. "She's probably a bit uncomfortable, but she'll be fine."

Garcia grinned to her friend from her spot beside the Unit Chief of their team. "Look at that Jay, look! She's getting those googly eyes that she has when she's looking at our handsome piece of meat we have as a boss."

The blond mother of one looked to her friend with wide eyes. "Pen," she whispered hastily. "Quit it."

Blinking quickly, Garcia shook her head and set her drink back onto the bar counter, her fingers beginning to play with her red curls. "I think I've been drinking too much."

Emily inhaled sharply at the feeling of the blonde's right hand wandering up her side to play beside her breast, just against the skin that wasn't hidden by the material of her tank top. "So you want to get right to it, huh?"

Leaning forward, the younger woman brushed her nose against that of the straight woman. "I thought it'd be best," she chuckled, gripping Emily's body hard.

The dark eyes woman gave in and let her eyes close as Kelly took her into a kiss, her lips molding with those of the younger woman she had met not a half hour before. Her hands clasped together at the back of the blonde's neck and kissed her just that much harder.

Garcia's jaw dropped at the sight of her best friend a few yards away. "Oh my gumdrop..."

Beer came spewing out of the Unit Chief's mouth as he choked, coughing as hard as he could at the sight of his girlfriend making out with his high school friend. "Oh my God."

Breaking away from the younger woman, Emily found herself laughing lightly as she looked into the green eyes of the blond. "God," she breathed. "You're pretty good at that."

"Pretty good for a chick, or just pretty good?" Kelly chuckled, her hand trailing along the swell of the older woman's breast.

"Pretty damn good."

Kelly let out a laugh at the shock and amusement she saw in her new friend's eyes, noticing the same exact look in Hotch's gaze just a few yards away. "Seems like Aaron isn't exactly thinking the same thing."

The brunette let Kelly spin her around so her back was pressed up against the younger woman's ample breasts, her eyelids feeling heavy with lust as she laid eyes on her boyfriend who say at the bar. She let her cheek sit beside Kelly's as her hands splayed over her stomach and thighs, their hips moving in tandem with Hotch's gaze darkening on them.

He was liking it.

The green eyed woman nibbled as light as she could on Emily's earlobe, her fingernails raking over the brunette's covered thigh. "You're a good dancer."

Emily leaned her head back so it lay against the younger woman's shoulder. "And you're a good actress," she sighed. "Acting like you like me."

"Who's acting?"

Turning her nose to brush against the crook of Kelly's warm neck, her hands settling themselves atop the blonde's as they moved along her body to try and get at her skin. "I thought you were doing this for Aaron," she gasped, the younger woman's fingers tugging at her belt loop.

Kelly grinned against the brunette's cheek, feeling her ass rub ever so softly against the material of her dress. "Everything has a silver lining, right?"

Emily didn't get the chance to respond as she was tugged out of the other woman's hold, her eyes widening at the sight of her boyfriend with his hand tight around her wrist. "Aaron?"

"That was so hot," he growled, leaning down to claim her lips with his.

A surprised whimper passed through the younger brunette, her hands pushing at his shoulders so she could catch her breath. "This is definitely not part of the bet."

Hotch let his brow raise. "That a problem?"

Emily hesitated before shaking her head, letting the Unit Chief pull her towards the exit of the club. "Honey wait! Kelly has my jacket."

"She'll get it back to you."

JJ watched with wide eyes as the pair practically ran from the club, the redhead at her side already getting her stuff together. "That was not part of what she had to do tonight."

The younger woman shook her head, slipping her jacket onto her body. "Who cares? Come on," she giggled, racing after the brunette couple. "We have to take pictures!"