A/N: Another one! Cause why not? Enjoy :)

It had been just over a month since Emily and Hotch's first encounter and it was clear nothing was different. At one point Emily had thought it was a dream but the hickeys that slowly faded throughout the following week was a dead giveaway that it was real.

Morgan, JJ, and Garcia had questioned Emily ruthlessly about a hickey that she forgot to cover on her neck. Then on closer inspection JJ discovered that Emily had covered up many hickeys and then the torment only got worse. They asked her endless questions that week and a month later they still poked fun at her.

Present day, the team was investigating a case just out of town. Five women had gone missing in less than a month but they had a few suspects in mind and the team didn't think it would take a long before the case was solved.

Hotch had already pushed something that Emily has suggested aside so they were already on thin ice. When Hotch assigned her to go with him to do an interview with a suspect named Robert, out of town, Emily felt dread run through her body. Sitting in a car with Hotch for hours was the last thing she wanted to do.

JJ gave her a quick pep talk to try and cheer Emily up but it didn't work, it never did but Emily always appreciated the effort.

The rest of the team stayed at the office while Hotch and Emily got ready. Emily was quickly gathering a few things at her desk when she heard Hotch yelling out to her from his office. "Hurry up Prentiss!"

Emily rolled her eyes as she picked her bag off the ground and waltzed over to his office doorway. "Ready sir." She replied in a harsh tone that she conjured up effortlessly.

"About time." He replied as he got up from his desk and picked up his bag.

"Is this really how we're going to do this?" Emily asked.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." He replied quickly as he walked past her. Emily huffed. Fine. If this is how he wanted to spend two hours in the car then so be it.

They went down to the SUV and Hotch got in the driver's seat. They settled into a tense silence as they got on the highway.

"So are we going to talk about how you shut me down again today?" Emily asked, breaking the silence after 20 minutes.

"You were talking out of your ass." He said as if it was obvious.

"I seem to do that a lot." She huffed out, rolling her eyes. Emily still couldn't meet his impossible standards and it was infuriating. He was the only person in her life so far that she couldn't please, professionally that is. But regardless, she knew she was a good agent and a good asset to the team. She just had to keep reminding herself of that.

Hotch's phone rang about halfway through their drive and he answered it through Bluetooth. "Hey JJ. What do you have?" He answered.

"We found another link to the crime scenes and Robert. We checked out his alibi for the latest victim and it doesn't add up. There is no record of him working late and none of his colleagues remembered him coming to work that day at all." Emily and Hotch glanced at each other. "He also didn't have the interview with the police officer like he said he would."

"That's interesting." Emily said slowly. "He was very insistent on meeting with the police officer. In fact it was his idea."

"He lied." Hotch said dismissingly.

Emily looked over at him. "Obviously Hotch. I was just finishing the narrative." She replied, her annoyance evident to Hotch and her colleagues on the other end of the phone. A few beats of silence consumed the phone call before Morgan spoke.

"Well we are going to continue trying to poke holes in more of his alibis and we have an interview lined up with someone who may know something about Robert's involvement. She will be arriving in about two hours." Morgan finished.

"Great work everyone. We will talk again when Prentiss and I are done with the interview." Hotch said before bidding goodbye and hanging up.

"Does it get you off to dismiss me or something?" Emily asked once he ended the call, even though she knew damn well that it did.

"I don't think that's appropriate Prentiss." Hotch stated in a calm, neutral voice.

Emily scoffed. "I think we crossed that line."

"That is enough." Hotch spat angrily. "We need to talk about the interview." Emily rolled her eyes again like a teenager even though Hotch wouldn't see it because he was watching the road.

They spent the rest of the car ride talking about the interview and Hotch surprisingly agreed with some of Emily's suggestions and points. This only further annoyed Emily. It shouldn't be a surprise that she was being listened to or taken seriously, it should be a common occurrence.

After what seemed like a lifetime they arrived at the police station and waited for Robert to show up. He was ten minutes late but everyone was grateful that he was there.

Hotch and Emily did their classic good cop bad cop routine. Hotch toned down the bad cop quite a bit because they still needed to get basic information out of him and they weren't ready to get a confession out of him quite yet. They had a good rhythm going and they so easily bounced off each other and picked up cues. It was probably because they were essentially bickering and disagreeing the whole time, this time as part of their job and not because they hated each other.

They got most of the information they needed and Emily was pretty convinced that they were talking to their UNSUB. Overall Emily thought the interview went almost flawlessly.

Once Robert left Hotch and Emily thanked the police officers and left the police station. It was just after one so the two agents went to a coffee shop to have lunch. Hotch was busy going over notes and quickly writing in details about Robert's tone and body language so they wouldn't be forgotten. Once they finished eating they got back in the SUV and began their trip back to the BAU.

Emily took a turn looking over the notes as they drove. "I think the interview went well overall." Emily stated, breaking the silence.

"I guess it all depends on perspective." Hotch responded simply.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Emily asked as she looked up from the papers and at her boss.

His jaw tightened and he sat up straighter in his seat before he spoke. "You missed critical cues I gave you and because of that we missed out on information about his ex-girlfriend and their relationship."

Emily's mouth fell open slightly. "What the hell are you talking about?" She asked, raising her voice slightly. "She is 30, brown hair, brown eyes, slim, works at a clothing store in the mall, has no children, and is currently in another relationship. Their relationship was shit. They dated for just over a year, she didn't help pay bills, she cheated on him at least once, was verbally abusive according to him, and disappeared without contacting him." Emily rattled off quickly. "You can't convince me that we missed out on information."

"Good. I have no desire to try and convince you of anything." Hotch replied evenly, although Emily could see that his body was tense.

"You are unbelievable!" Emily exclaimed loudly, looking out the window and trying to control the bubble of rage that was forming in her stomach.

Before Hotch could respond JJ called his phone. He answered and started giving the rest of the team a run down on the basic information that they got from the interview. The rest of the team was impressed at the amount of personal information they managed to get out of Robert. Hotch risked a glance at Emily and immediately regretted it when she stuck her tongue out at him. Hotch rolled his eyes.

They had been talking for nearly 15 minutes and Emily had yet to say anything. Hotch talked calmly and evenly and every time Emily attempted to speak up he quickly said something else. Eventually Emily's anger grew and she just gave up and looked out the window again at the passing scenery.

"Did you leave Emily at the police station?" Morgan asked, when he noticed that she hadn't said anything.

"Unfortunately not." Emily answered quickly. "Instead I'm stuck in car with a man whose ego is so big I can hardly breathe."

"Prentiss stop being childish." Hotch demanded.

"No! You can't even acknowledge that I did a good job in the interview even though you know damn well that it went extremely well. Instead you forget to ask some questions and blame me for missing cues that we both know were never there."

"You missed the cues!" Hotch said, raising his voice. "If we have gaps in our information it is your fault." He spat. He didn't 100% believe that and if he was being honest she was right; he was pissed at himself for forgetting to ask some questions, even if they didn't seem important. What was fueling his anger was the fact that she was seeing through his bullshit again.

"You're a fucking dick!" Emily yelled. "Could you possibly drive any slower?!" Emily could feel that her face was flushed red and she could feel her anger building with each passing second.

"Stop talking Prentiss." He demanded, before turning his attention back to the call. "We will be back in two hours. We will talk more then." Hotch said shortly before hanging up the phone. "You need to check your level of professionalism."

"They hear us fight all the time so what's the difference?"

Hotch let out an annoyed sigh. "Does it get you off to disobey my orders or something?" He said in a mocking voice.

"And what if it does?" Emily challenged, raising her voice again.

Hotch glanced at her and could tell she was beyond pissed at him. An entire morning of bickering and annoying each other had built them both up to the point of no return. Her hands were balled up in fists and her chest rose and fell with quick but still controlled breaths.

Without saying anything Hotch put on the blinker and started to pull over to the side of the highway. "Are you going to tell me to walk the rest of the way?" Emily asked in a mocking tone that sounded surprisingly calm. Hotch felt a wave of anger flow through his body and he wondered how the hell Emily and her mother hadn't killed each other.

"Shut the hell up!" Hotch said, raising his voice again as he put the SUV in park and turned off the engine. He took off his seatbelt and looked over at her for less than a second before his lips crashed against hers. Emily moaned into his mouth as his tongue forced its way into her mouth immediately. One of her arms snaked around his neck and tried to pull him closer to her.

Their lungs burned for air and when they separated she took off her seatbelt as Hotch pushed his seat back and Emily quickly climbed over the console and into his lap. Her lips found his again and she ran her hands roughly through his hair. She rolled her hips the best she could and his hands gripped her waist tightly. Emily leaned back slightly, being careful not to hit the horn, and grinded on him.

Hotch leaned up to place open-mouthed kisses along her jaw and neck. Emily moaned as she felt him start to get hard underneath her. "I swear to god if you leave any marks on my neck I will kill you." She breathed through gritted teeth.

Hotch sucked on her neck harder in response. Emily pulled away quickly. "I'm serious Hotch. I don't have a lot of makeup with me." Hotch would take that into consideration and decide later if he gave a damn or not.

Emily pulled her shirt over her head and threw it in the backseat. Hotch quickly took off her bra and threw it behind him as well, before roughly massaging her boobs. Emily gasped as he pinched and pulled on her nipples and was suddenly very aware that they were in an SUV, on the side of the highway, in the middle of the day.

Hotch bit and licked her nipple and she quickly decided she didn't care where they were, as she ground her center into his eliciting a groan from Hotch.

Emily's hand went to his pants and she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. She massaged his dick through his boxers, as her other hand held the back of his neck. "Fuck, you're so hard already." She said with a breathy moan in his ear, causing him to growl. "Missed me that much?" She added with an effortless, cocky chuckle.

Hotch ignored her and kissed her so she wouldn't say anything else. His hand moved to her pants and he unbuttoned them and pulled the zipper down. Emily moved off of him and back into her seat so that she could remove her pants, and shoes. Hotch pushed his pants and boxers to his ankles and stroked his dick as he watched her. She climbed back on his lap and pushed her underwear to the side before slowly sinking down onto his length.

"God yes." Emily drawled out in a soft moan as her eyes fluttered shut. Hotch's fingers dug into her waist as she rode him easily in the cramped space. Hotch felt her tight heat engulf him and closed his eyes at the familiar feeling. She rode him faster and deeper, somehow not hitting her head on the ceiling.

Hotch was impressed, but he would never admit it. "You've done this before?" He asked as he watched her.

Emily smirked. "I don't kiss and tell." She said in a husky voice that made Hotch's dick twitch inside her. "Fuck that's deep." She cried as her head fell back. Her hand moved down her body and found her clit.

Hotch felt her tighten around him. He was sure his fingers were going to leave bruises on her waist. "Don't cum until I tell you to."

Emily's head fell forward again and she all but laughed. "Not a chance." She gasped as she grinded on Hotch deeper and played with her clit roughly. She felt her orgasm build in the pit of her stomach. Her back arched as she rolled her hips and came around him. "Fuck!." She cried as her eyes rolled back and her body tensed.

Hotch watched as she rode out her orgasm. "It really does get you off to disobey me." He concluded.

Emily scoffed. "You don't know what gets me off." Not her best line since he had just helped get her off.

"Get in the backseat." He demanded. Emily climbed off his lap and shimmied into the backseat. Hotch pulled his pants back up quickly and opened the door before opening the backdoor. When he opened the door Emily was spread out on the back seat, fingering herself slowly, waiting for him. His mouth went dry. "Waiting for an invitation?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

Hotch climbed into the backseat and closed the door quickly. He pulled his pants down again and sat on the seat. He stroked his dick and looked over her body. "Use your mouth for something useful Prentiss."

Ignoring what he said, Emily licked her lips as she slid off the seat and onto the floor of the SUV. She wrapped her hand around his dick and slowly began to move it up and down his length. She looked up at his dark eyes and smirked. "Try and keep your cool." She said before engulfing him into her warm mouth, before Hotch could respond. His eyes squeezed shut as his body thrust forward and a strained moan fell from his lips.

She moved her hand up and down the base of his dick as her mouth worked the top. Her tongue swirled around the head before Hotch watched as her cheeks hallowed and she began sucking. His hands balled into fists as she tortured him. Emily watched as her boss struggled to keep his control and she loved the feeling.

Emily's tongue licked from the tip to the base of his dick and then back. "Feel good?" She asked before deep throating him again and rendering him speechless. She smirked around his dick and continued sucking on his hard length, enjoying the power she had over him.

Hotch's hand tangled in her hair and held her in place. His hips moved forward, forcing his dick down his throat. "That's so good." He groaned before his hips moved back before quickly going forward again. Each time he tried to go deeper down her throat Emily gagged around his dick. She didn't care and he seemed to like it because every time she gagged his dick twitched. "This is much better than the usual bullshit that comes from your mouth." Emily rolled her eyes, anger flowing through her veins again and reminding her just how much she hated him.

He pulled on her hair, causing his dick to fall from her mouth. "Stay there." He ordered before getting up and moving behind her, with more difficultly in the cramped space. Emily placed her forearms on the seat and swayed her ass slightly, waiting for him to get behind her.

"Hurry up and fuck me." She huffed as he struggled to get in a good position.

"Some of us have never had sex in the back of a car before." Hotch responded with an attitude. He lined himself up with her entrance before practically slamming into her. Emily was jolted forward as a cry of surprise and pleasure fell from her lips. "Better?" He challenged with a whisper in her ear that made Emily's body tingle.

"Fuck me." She managed through gritted teeth and Hotch continued his thrusts. Hotch held onto her shoulders as he drove into her. Emily felt like she might get spilt into two but she didn't care. It would be a good way to go.

Emily got lost in the feeling of him deep inside her, stretching her body and filling it to the brim. She felt herself dripping wet as she got hate fucked by her boss as cars zoomed by them on the highway. She felt her body start to tense as her orgasm built. She was almost there when Hotch stopped deep inside her.

"I will actually kill you." Emily seethed, looking over her shoulder at Hotch, who just raised an eyebrow at her, not believing her. "Sure, call my bluff and see where it fucking gets you." She spat as she moved her ass against him, only moving an inch or so but creating a friction that was just short of pure bliss. Emily moaned and rested the top half of her body onto the seat.

Hotch started thrusting into her again and she responded with a loud moan. She extended one of her arms and pushed on the back of the seat to meet him for each thrust. Emily felt a wave of heat wash over her as the thrusts got quicker and harder.

Again when she was almost at her release Hotch stopped and pulled out of her. An annoyed cry fell from her mouth. "Why are you so infuriating?"

"I like pissing you off." He said simply, as he guided her to lie on the seat on her back.

"The truth comes out." Emily huffed sarcastically. She watched as Hotch's jaw tensed in response, as he stayed silent and lined himself up with her entrance again. He pushed into her slowly and filled her to the brim. Emily's breath caught in her throat as she focused on the feeling of his hard dick sliding in and out of her tight and dripping wet heat. She grabbed her boobs and roughly massaged them as one of Hotch's hands snaked down to her clit.

"You gonna let me cum this time?" Emily chocked out through moans.

Hotch slammed deep inside her and stayed still, rendering Emily speechless. "I'll think about it." Hotch responded with an evil grin.

"Oh my god!" Emily cried as she felt her orgasm begging to be released. Hotch's fingers moved on her clit and he loved the sounds she was making for him. Her face scrunched up in pleasure as she breathlessly panted below him. "Fuck yes." She moaned.

Emily's body tensed as she finally got her second orgasm. Hotch continued pounding into her relentlessly as she cried out in pleasure. A small part of him wanted her to cry out his name but he knew there was no chance in hell of that happening. Emily's hands grabbed her boobs and Hotch watched as her eyes rolled back in her head.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She chanted as her orgasm ran through her and her body rolled against Hotch's. He leaned close to her so that he could kiss her neck and Emily tilted her head to give him more access. Her hands ran through his hair and kept in place, cursing in her ear as her orgasm continued to coarse through her body.

She gasped for air as she felt herself finally come back to Earth. "Jesus Christ." She moaned, running a hand through her hair. "Mmmm." She moaned as she licked her lips and finally opened her eyes and met his cocky gaze.

"Enjoying yourself?" He asked, his tone making her want to slap him.

"Carful your ego is showing." Emily warned as her heart still raced, Hotch's lip twitched in anger. Hotch knew he wasn't going to last much longer. Looking down at her flustered body that was the source of his pleasure and his anger.

Emily watched as anger flicked through his eyes and felt his thrusts get faster and knew he was close. She smirked before speaking.

"You like fucking me? Using me to get your anger out?" Emily moaned breathlessly. "I can feel how much you fucking hate me and it feels so damn good."

Hotch growled at her and placed his hand over her mouth, which lasted about three seconds before Emily bit his hand and he moved it away with a scowl.

His pleasure was too much as he felt her purposefully clench her pussy around him. He pulled out of her quickly and came on her stomach with a series of loud groans. Emily watched as his body tensed and his eyes closed as he came across her stomach and boobs.

When he finally opened his eyes he looked down at her again and the sight of her almost made him hard again. He moved away from her and reached into the front seat to get her some napkins. He cleaned her off before starting to redress. "We need to hurry."

"Yeah I know." Emily responded as she buttoned up her pants, finishing getting dressed and climbing back into the front seat. She turned to look at him still struggling to put his clothes on in the cramped space. "We need to hurry." She said in a mocking tone as she turned back around in her seat and looked in the mirror to fix her appearance.

Hotch felt his anger build as he finished getting dressed and got out of the backseat and got back into the front seat. He started the car and got back on the highway without a word.

As they drove Emily wiped the smudged mascara from her eyes and reapplied her lipstick easily. "You should fix your hair." She said without looking at him as she finished fixing her makeup. Hotch flattened his hair with one hand before returning it back to the steering wheel.

"You love pulling my hair." He said with a cocky smirk. Emily rolled her eyes.

"Just trying to get you off me." She lied. Hotch laughed and Emily felt a wave of heat run through her body.

"You just can't admit that you keep crawling back to me." Hotch replied calmly. "That's fine by me."

"I keep crawling back? I'm not fucking driving am I?" Emily spat as she glared at her boss. "Drive faster." She demanded, suddenly realizing that she did not want to be sitting next to him any longer.

"Anything else you want me to do faster?"

"Shut the fuck up!" Emily yelled. "God, you are so annoying."

"You are not much better." Hotch countered. "Call JJ and tell her that we are running late because of traffic."

Emily called JJ and spat out something about heavy traffic and running late before she hung up. "Happy?" She said sarcastically.

"Hardly but it'll due."

Emily rolled her eyes and sighed. "You suck." She said looking at the road ahead of them.

"Ditto." Hotch agreed with an evil grin, earning him another glare from Emily, as they drove back to the BAU where nothing between them would change and no one would know that anything had happened.