New Year's
Nearly a month had gone by since Hotch had kissed Emily. He had deliberated talking to her about it. He was totally out of it that night, but he could remember everything.
Emily was also in turmoil, she was in love with Hotch, she only realised it when she walked into his apartment that day Foyet had attacked him. When she saw that blood she was petrified that he had gone,, when she saw him lying in that hospital bed, she knew then how she felt. So she tried to spend time with him, get to know him better.
But when Hailey died, she didn't think about those feelings anymore. She was happy to be his friend and subordinate. But when he kissed her, she felt them all rush back.
She was avoiding him and she knew he had noticed, but assumed he didn't remember.
She never in a million years ever thought he would feel the same.
Truth was he didn't think he did, he never new she felt that way. But remembering that night, replying it over in his mind, he was starting to notice how much he loved having her around and Jack seemed to like her too. His feelings towards her were being awoken.
But she was being awkward with him. He needed to act. But he wasn't sure how.
While on a tough case in Jacksonville, Florida, Hotch couldn't hold back anymore. His concentration levels were down and all because of he his thoughts about Emily.
The had cracked the case that night, thanks to Garcia, but the jet couldn't get them until morning because of the weather, so they were staying a night a hotel.
He wanted to go and knock on her door and try and talk too her. But he really wasn't sure what to say.
Emily was mindlessly flicking through the channels on the T.V. She was trying her hardest to not think about Hotch, alone, just one level below him.
Hotch had found himself stood at her door. He wanted so badly to knock on it. But something was stopping him, he hadn't felt this before.
Emily nearly jumped out of her skin when there was a light knock on her door. She walked towards the door. "Who is it?"
"It's Hotch" came a quaint voice from the other side. Why was Hotch at her door? And why he did he sound so nervous? She opened the door with a serious face.
"What's wrong? Is everything okay?"
"Oh, no, everything's fine" he was standing straight with an unusual expression, one she had never seen before. He seemed nervous. Oh…please don't tell me he remembers!
"So what can I do for you?"
Hotch noticed her tapping her hand on the door where she was holding it, she was nervous.
"Hotch?" he realized he was just staring at her.
"I was wondering if…we could talk?"
"Err…Yeah, sure" She motioned him to come in and he walked passed her, then sat at the table. He sat quietly for a moment, trying to make sure he worded everything correctly. He wanted to make sure she understood his feelings while not scaring her, also he didn't want her too dismiss the kiss as a drunk mistake, because he knew she hadn't drank much, if at all, that night.
"Hotch, are you sure everything's okay?"
He looked up at her.
"I wanted to talk to you about New Year"
She was closing up and shutting down.
"You remember that huh?" she wasn't sure what he was going too say, but she had a feeling it was going to be a 'you're a good friend but…' scenario.
"I'm not sure what to say exactly….but…."
She cut him off.
"Hotch seriously, it was New Year and you were drunk, don't worry about it, but I'm glad we are talking about it…." he stood in front of her
"So that's it? We put it down too my drunken state?" he was getting closer to her. She wasn't sure what to say now and he sure as hell didn't either. She went to take a step back and turn around, but Hotch gently grabbed her arm and pulled her into a kiss.
All the pent up emotions came out at once. The kiss got deeper and deeper. Hotch mindlessly pulled at her clothing, she undid his tie, then his shirt.
They moved a few feet to the left and collapsed on the bed, removing the rest of their clothing.
They were totally consumed with each other. He knew he should have took his time, it being their first night together, but he wasn't thinking.
He entered her slowly, but his rhythm got more aggressive the more she gasped or murmured his name. she loved every minute of it though. He could feeling her responding to every stroke he made.
He could feel her climax coming, the tighter she became, the closer he was to letting go.
Her breathing was getting rapid and he could feel her climax surrounding him and finally he allowed himself to let go with her.
They lay next to each other, looking at each other. Hotch brushed a hair from her face.
"What happens now?" she whispered.
