So this story isn't exactly what I wanted it to be, but I tried. What I wanted, I couldn't find a way to get there, and this was the closest thing so I hope you guys like it!
Hotch sat in the police station patiently as he waited for Emily and Morgan to return with the detective. There were new leads and he wanted to follow them up with Emily. What he wasn't expecting was the three to come through the door with Emily laughing at something the detective had said.
He watched as the detective let Emily walk in front of him and his eyes dropped down to her ass as his hand rested on the small of her back. A strong need to growl at the man touching Emily came over Hotch but he halted his caveman like actions remembering that Emily was not his. She was free to be with whoever she pleased.
The three look a seat at the table and Morgan looked at Hotch and rolled his eyes then pointed to the two.
"So Emily, are you free tonight?"
"Unless we catch this guy," Hotch interrupted with ice in his tone, "she'll be here working. What are your plans?" Hotch felt his face flame up slightly as he sensed Emily turn her head in disbelief at his words.
"Well," Detective Marks looked at his watch, "I get off in ten minutes, so I guess I'll see you guys tomorrow." He stood and walked over to Emily and picked up her hand and kissed it gently. "Have a great night darlin'."
Hotch fought the desire to roll his eyes at the mans actions and words, but also at how Emily blushed lightly and whispered her goodbyes. What the fuck? Hotch thought to himself. She could not be falling for this guy. Yes he was tall, had dark hair and a nice looking guy but since when does Emily Prentiss blush at someone's words? She never blushed at anything he has ever said, but then again, he's never said anything to her to make her blush. Again, he had to remind himself that she wasn't his.
After Detective Marks left, Morgan got up to get coffee and Emily turned her chair to face Hotch. "What the hell was that?" she snapped quietly so no one else could hear.
"What?" Hotch asked in bewilderment.
"That," she pointed to the empty seat where the detective had sat. "The whole cocky attitude thing you had going on."
"I didn't have an attitude," he lied. "I was just letting him know that we have a case to solve and you are needed here."
Emily arched an eyebrow and was about to call bullshit when her phone alerted her of a new text message. Her anger at Hotch disappeared as she smiled at the messages contents. The happiness disappeared when she wondered how she was going to tell Hotch. She'd wait until later, she thought, once they were alone.
After a few more hours the team finally headed back to the hotel. They all went their separate ways, but when Hotch slipped Emily his spare room key she knew she wasn't going to be getting much sleep that night.
She waited five minutes before slipping out of her room quietly and putting the key in the slot to Hotch's room. The door was barely shut before strong hands pulled her and slammed her into the dresser. Hotch pinned Emily against the dresser before wrapping his arms tightly around her small body and carrying her quickly over to his bed. His hands met each other before they pulled the flaps of her shirt apart sending buttons flying everywhere. Emily stared at the man above her in disbelief. In all the time they had been doing this, he had never acted like this before. She couldn't help the smile that graced her face, because she liked it. It was a different side of him and she wasn't going to complain.
Hotch wasted no time in discarding her pants and ripping her panties from her body. He kneeled at the edge of the bed and pulled Emily's body towards him, throwing her long, lean legs over his shoulders and Emily's breath caught as his head descended and his tongue flicked out to assault her clit. Emily's small hands gripped the comforter underneath her as she rocked her hips in time with his skillful tongue. Hotch trailed his hand torturously slow up her body until he could skim it lightly over her breast. In a move that impressed Emily tremendously he unhooked the clasp at the front and freed her breasts, and pinched a nipple hard before Emily knew what was happening.
"Mmmm," she moaned as his fingers worked her round heaving breast and his tongue changed directions and firmness on her clit. Emily moved farther down the bed and got as close to Hotch's face as she possible could. "Right there Hotch, oh my God, right there," she whimpered as she let out a deep drawn out moan that had her flying high. Her thighs tightened around Hotch's head as his tongue continued to work on her sensitive nub.
Hotch was finally released from her leg contraption and he slowly kissed his way up her body. "You," kiss, "taste," lick, "delicious," kiss. Emily found herself blushing lightly as Hotch reached her face and lowered his head down to kiss her lips. Emily could taste herself on his tongue as he plunged his inside her mouth to tangle his own with hers. Nothing could stop Emily from wrapping her arms around Hotch's neck trying to pull him closer to her.
A thought popped into her mind and she was surprised by it. Emily pulled back slightly and she ran a hand over Hotch's face. "You've never done that before."
"What?" Hotch asked as his eyes locked onto hers.
"You've never gone down on me before Hotch. You're acting differently tonight." At his facial expression she continued. "Oh no, don't get me wrong, I liked it, it's a good thing, it was just different."
Hotch shrugged slightly. "Well you've gone down on me so I figured I'd return the favor." Hotch knew he couldn't tell her the real reason. He was positive that if he went up to her and said, 'oh you know Emily, the detective was hitting on you and I didn't like it so I wanted to prove that you were mine, hope you didn't mind,' Emily wouldn't appreciate it.
Hotch quickly undressed then pounced on the waiting raven haired beauty before him. His teeth latched onto a perky nipple and Emily arched her back to bring herself closer to his wonderful tongue.
"Ahh," she moaned as she felt his cock against her thigh as her hands ran through his hair. She knew now wasn't the best time, but Emily figured she had to get it over with. "Hotch," she moaned softly as he trailed kisses up her body and neck. "I have to tell you something," she mumbled against his lips.
"Yes?" he asked as he pulled away slightly.
"Would you be mad if I wanted to stop?" she blurted out quickly. She didn't plan on telling him like that, but it just came spilling out and she was helpless to stop it.
"Stop what? This? Now?" he wondered in amazement.
"Oh God no," Emily cried. "I want to continue tonight. I just mean this in general. I really want to go on a date with Detective Marks but I don't want you to be mad if I ended this whole thing with you because of it."
No matter how hard he tried, Hotch couldn't stop his heart from breaking into a million pieces. He had no doubt in that moment that he loved Emily. There was no denying that now. And he felt hatred towards the detective for taking Emily away from him. She meant everything to him and now Emily wanted to end things to go out on a date with someone who probably hits on every female that walks by him. But in the end no matter how he felt he gave her an academy award winning performance.
"Why would I be mad Emily? I want you to be happy and if going on a date would make you happy then of course we can stop." Internally he was kicking himself. What the fuck was he saying? He wanted to scream at her. Beg her not to go out with the detective. Stay with him forever instead. He could love her better than anyone else could. But he didn't say anything else. He just watched as a beautiful smile spread across her lips and she hugged him.
"Thanks Hotch. Now since this is going to be our last time and it's already been amazing so far how about we end it that way as well?" Emily hiked her legs high around Hotch's back and she lost her breath as Hotch plunged into her with no warning. He thrust into her at such a rapid speed that Emily had to hang on. She had no idea what had gotten into Hotch tonight but it made her sad that it was going to be their last night. They came with each other and as Hotch dropped down on Emily for the last time he was thankful that they were both sweaty and hopefully she wouldn't be able to tell that there were tears in his eyes. So instead of blowing his cover and looking at her, he tucked his head in the nook of her neck and inhaled deeply. Trying his best to memorize all her scents.