Parties at work were always a little weird. Seeing your coworkers dance is pretty jarring when you work for the FBI, Reid watched as oh-so-stoic men and women gyrated to the pop music, drinks in hand. Morgan had his usual crowd of young agents swirling around him although he would break out occassionally to whisk Garcia around the dance floor. Garcia was trully a sight to see in her light-up Mrs. Claus outfit, in contrast, Morgan had only donned a dark green sweater to mark the holiday.

Reid sipped on his rum and coke while Hotch laughed with Rossi at his side. The rum was hitting Reid hard, dulling his usual roaring brain. The trio had grabbed a table on the side of the room, the other BAUers would stop by to cool down. Some of the other party goers stopped by to talk to Hotch or Rossi but mostly they were left to their own devises. Reid was content to let the older guys reminense as he half-listened.

"Anyone feel like dancing?" Moist words sneaked into Reid's ear almost causing him to drop his drink. Emily reared back as Reid stood, but she pressed her advantage by hooking her arm through his and guiding him to the dance floor. She slammed the rest of her champagne before depositing her glass on another table.

She's choosing to dance with me. I don't know how to dance. Shit.

Thankfully a slow dance began as Emily spun herself twice under Reid's arm. She lightly rested her wrists on his shoulders, Reid hesitated before clamping his hands on either side of her waist. He held her eight inches away from himself, like a fourth grader in gym class.

Her faced was flushed with alcohol to match his embarrassment blush, "Well this is nice." Emily watched Reid as his eyes roamed anywhere but her face. They swayed in small circles for the entirity of the song. When the song ended Reid tried to escape the dancefloor.

"I like this song, stay with me, its so romantic." Emilly smiled before running her left hand down his arm, reaching his hand, she repositioned it to rest on her lower back.

Romantic.

Reid's other hand crept further around her, closing the space between them. Emily laid her head on his shoulder and purred into his ear, "This is better."

She could feel him gulping for air as the music swayed them side to side. His chest heaved like he was in mile 23 of a marathon. His fingers found the snowflake chain belt she wore and began rubbing the cool metal.

"This snowflake has seven axises, water molecules form in hexagonal shapes so this flake is actually impossible."

"Hmmmmm, I like it when you talk to me like I understand you." She snuggled deeper against him, twining her fingers into his hair.

Testing the boundaries, Reid began petting the waist of her skirt, feeling the nape of the suede become smooth and rough under his fingers, it was effective in distracting his mind from the warm body in his arms. Until it didn't. They both realized at the same time as the space between them closed even more.

Reid squeezed his eyes shut but could feel Emily smile wider. She stopped their swaying and took his hand, "Come on."

Please don't let me rub up against anyone.

Reid used her as a shield as they winded through the partiers, his trousers painfully distorted. Thankfully, everyone else was too busy to notice. Emily stopped short at one point, yipped and threw his body to the side to avoid her fantastic ass.

"In here." Emily opened a door into a dark room, the bullet resistent glass let in moonlight reflected off the fresh snow outside. Turning, she took both his hands and pulled him further into the room. She didn't stop until they were in the middle, biting her bottom lip she looked up.

Mistletoe.

"Mistletoe. Fraternization rules..."

"You know, I looked up the word in the dictionary and while I hope you see this as a friendly gesture I also hope you don't see me as brother. And we aren't enemies so we can be as nice to each other as we want." Emily stepped closer and pressed her lips to his.

I'm kissing Emily Prentiss.

The mixture of alcohol, repressed urges and the sexy woman in front of him drowned out every protest his brain might have made under different circumstances.

Just go for it.

His hands ran over the coveted red sweater, opening his mouth to press his tongue into hers. His hand slipped under the sweater to play with the bow he had seen that morning. Cupping her breasts as he had watched her do.

Deft hands were exploring him as well and soon his trousers were around his ankles, and Emily's sueded hip was rubbing against his silk boxers.

Another awesome clothing choice.

Emily pulled back, completely breaking contact with the man. "We probably have 20-30 minutes before people begin wondering where we are," She pulled her sweater off as her skirt fell in a heap around her, revealing the lace bra and matching boyshorts. "And I want to open my present."

Emily walked backwards until she came up against the large desk in the room. Lifting herself onto the well varnished expanse of wood, she crooked her finger at him.

Reid fumbled the buttons on his shirt only getting two undone before giving up and striping it off over his head. "Merry Christmas, Emily."

A/N Yup, its July and I'm thinking about Christmas...I think this one wil be it for now, if anyone wants the idea, take it and run with it.

Enjoy and review ;)