Hotch stared after her. To him, it looked as if she was already dancing. He admired her every motion, the way she moved through the crowd towards the dancefloor, how her jeans and t-shirt clung to her body.
He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath before following her. She didn't dare turning around to look where he was, just moving forward as if on autopilot. He caught up with her, and without hesitation took her right hand in his left, and with his right he held her back, pulling her closer as she placed her free hand on his biceps. It was a good thing they'd both taken enough lessons to know the steps by heart, as neither of them would have been able to focus on anything else but the feeling of finally touching the other's body, even if ever so innocently.
Hotch's dancing was much more the ballroom style Emily was used to than Morgan's. For a brief moment she wondered why they'd never found out before that they obviously shared a passion as well as the lack of opportunity to practice. Might be that this wasn't even the only shared passion... Once more, she gave up control over her movements and let herself be guided; her motions in perfect harmony with his, her mind free to explore the cornucopia of feelings and emotions tumbling onto her.
JJ turned her head backwards to look at Reid's face. "It looks like we can't compete against all those guys, doesn't it." she sighed. Reid turned to her. "Well, for competition we'd need to have some rivalry; as a precondition competitors have to strive for the same goal which cannot be reached by all of them. I wasn't aware we were striving for anything here, so we are not competing at all." The total absence of irony from Reid's statement had JJ shake with laughter again, not for the first time this evening. "You're not supposed to always take everything that is said literally, Reid!" And when he opened his mouth again to counter, she added "And don't ask me why!" she still laughed, "You are so cute when you are being ironic without even realising it." Obviously, that did shut him up, as he watched her in amazement, his genius mind trying to process what she had said and seemingly at a loss on how to continue their little banter. JJ simply loved how easily this brilliant mind was confused in everyday situations. It always made her feel like she had to cuddle him and help him understand this whole wide world. Amazing, though, how good it felt to be the cuddled one herself, she thought, and rested her hands on his, which still held her close to him.
Morgan was putting in every effort to impress Garcia, although he'd never have admitted this. He felt that he had to live up to huge expectations after his show with Emily and Hotch having set quite a benchmark with Garcia. He suspected that Penelope wouldn't have cared if he'd be crap and would simply enjoy finally being with him - at least, that was true for him. Prentiss was really good, and felt good, too, but it was only now that everything felt the way it was supposed to feel for him. Glancing over to Hotch and Emily, he saw them doing the perfect dance, but they looked like robots. What was it with those two that they always made themselves feel so awkward around each other? It's not as if they didn't both know what they really wanted, was it? Well, it looked like Prince Charming would need another broad hint for his quest. "Baby Girl," he bent to Garcia's ear, "see Hotch and Prentiss over there?" "Mh, but I don't wanna care now." she mumbled dreamily, eyes closed, her cheek on his chest. "Check this out," he urged her; "they both want each other madly and don't dare taking as much as a mini-step towards it." He laughed softly and with his right hand gently tilted her chin upwards to make her look him in the eyes. Ignoring her protest, he continued "What do you say - are we going to give them a clue on how this is done?" Garcia looked at him with dreamy eyes, not fully understanding what he was talking about. It didn't matter. It became self-explanatory once he lowered his head further towards her, placing a quick, chaste kiss on her lips. He smirked as her eyes shot open, all dreaminess gone and replaced with a look of pure lust. He studied her face for a moment, then bent down again to kiss her once more. This time, it was neither quick nor chaste.
When Hotch caught sight of Derek and Penelope snogging in mid-dance, he stopped dead. He felt as if someone had replaced the blood in his veins with boiling water, his mind blank. Heck, what was it with him today? Why couldn't he simply drop his demeanour and go with his feelings? Morgan did to Garcia what he had been wanting to do to Emily all night; it looked so easy on the outside but was so much more complicated for him to do. He continued moving again - their dancing had become much less showy and much more exciting by the time - and pulled Emily even closer to him. His hands had left their original places and wandered to her back and waist, and now continued their journey further south. God, she felt wonderful. He didn't care any longer that she could feel his erection, feel what she did to him, and pressed himself as close to her as possible.
Emily had buried her face in his neck and had stopped noticing the world around her. She could smell the scent of his warm skin and traces of the aftershave she had come to associate, and for that reason also love, with him. Her hands were on his back, first clinging to his shoulders, his arms over hers, then holding on to his waist as tightly as possible. As he did with her, she let her hands roam freely, relishing in touching whatever could be touched of his body.
Hotch still glanced over to Morgan and Garcia, envious of the ease with which they could follow their desire. Then, suddenly, Morgan looked quickly up to him. He winked and tilted his head a bit, before returning all his attention to Garcia.
Hotch blinked. It didn't only look easy. It WAS easy. All he had to do was acutally doing what he wanted.