No one has to know – Part 2.

When the wheels of the aircraft touched back down in D.C., Emily Prentiss wasn't exactly sure what she was feeling.

On one hand, there was an undeniable shift between herself and Hotch since their night 48 hours ago, in the sense that they both treated each other with more respect. But on the other hand, things had been much more awkward between the two of them. It's not as though they were anyone's definition of close prior to sleeping together. But their act had made both of them second guess everything when it involved the other person.

Emily groaned inwardly as she slipped out of their business class seat. The director hadn't thought it was appropriate to allow them to use the jet when it was just two of the 7 Agent's going – even if the others were on stand down. Hotch silently followed, reaching up and grabbing their bags with no reluctance from Emily. That is another thing that had shifted, he constantly did the gentlemanly thing when it was regarding her. Opening her door, taking her bags, paying for their meals and coffees. Of course she whined at first, however, Hotch payed no attention to her when she did so – giving her the image to a 5 year old throwing a tantrum to outsides, which prompted her to stop.

Through customs, baggage claim and swimming their way through the sea of people, Emily thoughts were ruled by the last 48 hours and the way that Hotch shifted his entire demeanor towards her now. He was still almost always short with her, and no such act happened on the second night like the first, but it wasn't as though you had to be a profiler to notice the way their relationship has changed.

Emily grumbled in annoyance as their 5 hour flight landed them in DC in 2pm, prompting them to head to the BAU rather than the comfort of their own homes since they were still on the clock. The silence in the car was deafening and Emily briefly wondered if Hotch could hear the pound of her heart of the sweat beading on her forehead.

"Do you want to talk?" Hotch asked after an hour, literally, of contemplating. Emily's head shot to him, noticing how his vision stayed locked on the road but his grip on the wheel tightened slightly.

"Not really, no." She muttered after being silent for too long and watched the way he stiffly nodded once as he tucked his lips into his mouth and wow. Okay. Emily certainly did not need that image to trigger the feeling of his lips over her skin. She shook her entire body, trying to ward off the images and thankfully, she missed the curious glance Hotch gave her as he caught her movement in his side vision.

When Hotch pulled up to the BAU and put the car in park, it took everything in Emily to not run from it like it was on fire, and instead, followed his pace in gathering their go-bags and moving to the bank of elevators.

"Please remember to act as normal as you can around me.." Emily started once they were concealed in the lift and Hotch shot her a questioning glance and only once Emily felt his eyes on her did she look up and meet his gaze. Sighing once she saw the look on his face.

"I'm not saying you're not.. I'm just.. Hotch we work with fucking profilers." She threw her hands up in an exasperated motion and Hotch nodded once again, even more stiff than last time. "I know you said we would keep it between us but it's just, I really, really don't want anyone to know.. No one can know. The more I think about it, the more I just.." Emily trailed off and shook her head, not sure whether she was happy or disappointed that the elevator arrived at the exact time.

"Right, because people knowing you slept with someone like me would make you look like you've lowered your standards. Got it." Hotch hissed coldly, briskly walking out of the elevator and leaving Emily gaping at him, eyes wide, mouth even more so with a shocked expression on her face.

Emily stormed into the bullpen after him, barely taking enough time to drop her bag and say hi to Morgan and Reid before she followed him up the stairs, not taking the time to knock before she stormed into his office.

"Well, looks like nothing has changed." Morgan commented causally after he and Reid both watched in amusement at Emily's murderous determination, throwing Reid a helpless, one-sided shrug before they both turned back to their paperwork. Derek Morgan had no idea just how wrong he really was.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Emily all but screamed once the door was closed and Hotch looked up at her. Neither of them had to say it, but immediately there was a sense of de-ja-vu washing through them both as Emily said the exact same thing two nights ago before they slept together. The realization was apparent for both of them, but they both stood their ground, gazes locked with fury mixed with something else.

"I'm sorry?" Hotch replied calmly, a stark contrast to his eyes.

"'Knowing I slept with someone like you lowered my standards.'" She quoted in disbelief "Elaborate. Please. Because I never said that." Her voice wavering slightly on never and Hotch flinched slightly at her recall, as if the words stung even more coming from her mouth.

"You didn't have to." He looked down at his desk before looking back upto her eyes.

"I don't think that, at all. I never have and I never will." She shot back firmly, her voice not as angry as it was moments ago. "Please don't put words in my mouth." Her voice was gentler this time and Hotch pulled his lips into his mouth once more, wetting them with his tongue before putting a poker face back on, straightening up in his car and grabbing her eyes in a deadlock. Forcing his voice to come out calm and controlled, he said the opposite of what he wanted.

"I thought we agreed to never talk about this again?" He said with a quick raise of his brows and he was recalling the morning after when they finished their morning sex and jokingly – or not – said they would take it to their graves, never speaking of it again. Ignoring the tug in his chest at the flinch she gave at his tone and words, he continued, his eyes never leaving hers.

"It was a mistake we both took part in.." Emily firmly bit the inside of her cheek at the fourth word. "But it's over now and it will never happen again. That's that. Now, if I recall, you have a lot of paper work to get back to, don't you?" He said with such a condescending tone that it made Emily want to walk right up to him and slap him across his face. Instead, she did what her mother taught her. She straightened her posture, lifted her chin up slightly, and shook her hair out of her face before inhaling sharply and looking back down at him.

"Well, okay then. Thank you for clearing that up. Sir." She spat the last word, otherwise her voice remained cool and collected as she stalked out of his office.

Hotch may or may not have wanted to punch himself when he saw the way she blinked multiple times when she was at her desk as her eyes were shinning in the light of the bullpen.

"Hey, Em. How's it goin'?" JJ grinned as she walked upto Emily the next morning in the kitchenette.

"NOTHING." Came Emily's quick response with a jump and JJ shot her a smirk with furrowed brows and Emily scrunched her face up once she realized her mistake.

"Everything okay.." JJ drawled slowly, resting her bum against the counter and watched as Emily made up some coffee for herself.

"What? Oh yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Honestly, everything is great." She was talking too much and she knew JJ knew it. Thankfully, the blonde didn't push her, instead just raised her brows and nodded a few times. "Okay, well, if you want to talk.." She said, trying not to sound hurt at the concept that Emily was hiding something from her.

"I'm sorry.. It's just.. It's been a long week." Emily sighed, closing her eyes and tilting her head back as she inhaled deeply, feeling like a content cat when JJ ran her hand up and down her back.

"I get it, love. Don't worry. I'm here, always." Was the last thing JJ said before she took off in the direction of the round table room. If Emily had been paying any more attention, she would of noticed the way Hotch stood at the bullpen doors and watched her for 30 seconds before she moved back to her desk, and he upto his office.

The next 3 days were awkward for everyone in the BAU. The team were – thankfully – still on stand down, another team taking the cases and instead they stayed at the BAU doing consultations and the copious amounts of paper work that came with their jobs as a package deal. Yet, it meant there was more time for the team to notice the residing tension between Hotch and Prentiss. The tension now totally different to what it was prior to their 72 hour Charleston trip.

"They slept together, I'm telling you." Garcia said with raised, challenging brows and a sip of her too-hot coffee and Morgan just laughed cooly.

"Come on, Garcia. The fact that they loathe each other aside, I can't even imagine Hotch without a shirt on, I mean the guy literally wears the Kevlar over his tie for god sake. Unless he did it with his clothes on.. and Emily? She wouldn't." He chuckled and Garcia just waved her hand disregarding.

"Think what you want sugar, and I may not be a profiler, but I sure am a girl. And let me tell you - right now, Prentiss is a walking case of –" Garcia was cut off by her opening door and JJ walking in with 4 folders in hand.

"Hey, Garcia I need you to – Oh." JJ stopped in her tracks and laughed, seeing Morgan looking at her with a smirk. "Sorry, what are you two talking about?" JJ grinned, placing the files into Garcia's awaiting hands and resting against the wall near a fairy-light tree.

"Oh, just debating whether Em and Hotch did the dirty and that's why they're acting so 'oh I want you but stay the fuck away from me'." Garcia grinned and swiveled back to her computer screens and JJ looked at the back of her head with a disgusted yet amused look.

"Oh, Garcia, come on. No way would they have –" JJ then stopped and thought back to her E-mails with Emily and raised her brows and pulled her lips into her mouth. "Oh." She said with wide eyes, brows still raised.

"'Oh' what?" Garcia shot, turning back to face JJ, work now totally forgotten.

"JJ, spill." Morgan tilted his head and looked at her expectantly.

"Um.. I suggested to Emily they have hate sex.. JOKINGLY, JOKINGLY." She hurried when she saw Morgan's look "But.. I don't know, maybe they went through with it?" She shrugged, somewhat awkwardly. "I'm probably wrong." JJ said when her phone shrilly rung through the room, "I doubt either of them would go there anyway." She said as she pulled the device from her pocket, pointing at the files with one hand and looking at Garcia with raised brows before answering the call. "Jareau." She said shortly, walking out the door, leaving Morgan and Garcia looking at each other with wide eyes.

"Please come see me if you have any concerns." Hotch said as a dismissal of the team, watching as they slowly moved away from the roundtable and in the direction of their desks, files in hand.

"Prentiss." He slipped just before she managed to leave the room behind JJ, not missing the way she froze at the sound of his voice before she turned and looked at him with wide, cautious eyes. "Sir?" Came her voice, slightly shakey but not enough for him to pull her up on.

"I just wanted to say your report was done well.." He started, straightening his posture and watching her closely. She frowned slightly, blinking at his words and tilting her head to the side like a confused puppy before she wet her lips. Hotch felt his eyes widen at that and clenched the muscles of his thighs to distract his inappropriate thoughts. "Hotch.." She started, talking a step towards him and shaking her head slightly "What did you really want to say?" She exhaled, placing her file on the table and looking back at him, her gaze not as dark as he thought it would be.

"The others are picking up on our attitude towards each other, and I mean, it's not like it's difficult for them too – not when we cant even keep eye contact for more than 2 seconds. I apologize for what I said, I was out of line. I'm going to be honest, it felt as though you seemed…" He trailed off, breaking eye contact and furrowing his brows gently before continuing "Ashamed." He finally said "At the idea of.. well, I don't have to spell it out." He laughed one, broken laugh and shook his head slightly before moving back to look at her, noticing the way her lip quivered ever so slightly. "And when you repeatedly said no one can know, well I'm sure you can see where I got my impression from." He ended the statement as a question, looking at her with pleading eyes to understand his side and it took everything in him not to breath a sigh of relief when he saw her nod, her demeanor much calmer than what it was when he called upon her.

"Hotch, we can't talk about this here. But just know, I was never ashamed of it, nor was I trying to act like it. Please take into account the fact that I worked incredibly hard to get into the BAU, and, well, it may seem like I'm trying to sleep my way to the top. Which, I hope you know, that was never an intention of mine. Please don't think that." She ended with a slightly helpless shrug and Hotch felt his heart clench at the vulnerability lacing her voice.

"You're right, we can't talk about this here." He said, suddenly aware of every FBI Agent occupying the 6th floor. "Um.. well, I'll just. Please come and see me if you have any questions regarding the file." He nodded in as a dismissive way and watched as she grabbed the paper work and headed back for the door.

"And, Prentiss?" He called, watching as she halted in the door way, turning her head slightly over her shoulder – not making eye contact but simply to signify she had heard him. "I have never, nor will I ever, think you would ever attempt to.. 'sleep your way to the top'." Prentiss simply shot him a half smile over her shoulder before leaving the room, and ultimately, Hotch.

"Hotch? Hotch…? HOTCH." Hotch was brutally pulled from his daydream at the sound of Emily's voice ringing through his ear, pulling him back to the present time where the team sat on the jet, enroute to Bakersfield, where they were faced with a serial killer who had been knowing for assaulting and beating couples every Saturday for the last 2 weeks.

"Jesus Prentiss, do you want to yell a little louder? I don't think Switzerland heard you." He snapped, his eyes cold as he glared at her. He briefly heard Morgan's slight chuckle but it was gone quickly at the flicker of hurt that rushed through Prentiss' dark features. He watched in regret as she looked at the ground and tucked her lips in together as she shook her head and sat back in the seat next to him. "Sorry." He heard her mutter before burying her head in the file in hand.

"Right, so where were we?" He asked, tone promoting everyone to get back to work without any questions, but not before Hotch could see the questioning glance JJ shot him and the sympathetic one she offer Emily.

Hotch hated himself, just a little.

It took everything in Hotch to actually bring his fist upto her door and knock that night. The first day of the case had been brutal and draining, but Hotch was well aware that this case was hitting a very sore spot for Emily. Both of the female victims had similar features to her, and along side that, she was given a hard time by the lead detective today before Morgan put him back in line.

He was pulled from his thoughts when she swung her door open, gripping the door in one hand and her robe tightly together in the other.

"Hotch." She breathed, sounding somewhat - relieved?

"Emily, hi." Emily. She tried not to overthink that, instead she just blinked at him. "Can I come in?" He gestured slightly and saw the way she all but jumped back, vacating the doorway for him and he nodded one. Once she shut the door, she turned and looked at him, eyes wide and looking similar to a deer caught in headlights and Hotch's heart tugged in his chest.

"I'm sorry for snapping earlier this morning. I was just in a off mood.." He tried, not exactly sure where he was going with this little speech.

"Yeah, I noticed." She muttered, somewhat coolly but thankfully, she didn't open the door and demand him to leave like he thought she would.

"And I just wanted to check how you're going.. I know this case has been.. Difficult." He supplied and sighed inwardly at how quickly her demeanor changed and walls shot up.

"Don't." She grit, jaw tight and eyes guarded, her arms coming across her chest as a defense mechanism.

"Emily.." He tried again, shaking his head and taking a step towards her, ignoring the way his heart clenched when she effectively took a step back. He kept pursuing, taking more steps forward and her taking more steps back until her back was firmly pressed against the door and his chest was too close to hers to be anyone's definition of appropriate.

"We need to talk about these things.." He muttered, voice low and suddenly he had no idea which 'thing' he was referring too.

"And exactly what things are you talking about, Hotch?" She breathed, and prayed Hotch wouldn't notice the way her breath came out in harsher puffs.

"I was talking about the case.. but if you had something else on your mind." He desperately tried to ward off the smirk that was coming on his face, but couldn't anymore and let it overtake his features, laughing silently at the scowl on her face when she saw his suggestive grin.

"You know what.. no. We're not doing this. Leave." She tried to sound strong, she really did, but instead of gripping the door handle like she intended, her hands instead came up to his shoulders and pulled him forward. Pushing his chest against hers, she snaked her arms upto the back of his neck, tightening her fingers through his hair and pulling his mouth down to meet hers, and her mouth upto meet his.

Their mouths met with such a force it was a wonder nobody could physically hear it. Hotch immediately groaned into the kiss, his hands automatically coming to her waist before moving down and grabbing her ass and started kissing her back with as much force as he could without feeling like he was suffocating her.

Hands started moving, groping, scratching through their clothes, breathes became labored and moans were being sent through each others mouths as their tongues familiarized themselves with each other's mouths. That's where they stood for 5 minutes, making out like teenagers with so much tense passion they could feel their entire bodies on fire, Hotch holding her up against the door with his body as her hands wandered down to the front of his pants and started rubbing with fierce determination, his hands moving down further before inching up again and rubbing her center from behind through her gown, swallowing the helpless whine she let out when her hips started bucking, approving of this development.

The cold shower was the slam of a door from outside, someone else coming back to their room and the stiffening of each other told the other person they came back to reality way too fast. Hotch broke the kiss first with a sharp inhale as he did so, looking down at her with glazed eyes.

"God, Emily - we can't." He groaned, forcing his hands away from her center and back upto her waist where he rested them gently, almost hesitantly. Their eyes met and he could see the flush on her cheeks as her breath came out in harsh exhales.

"You're right.. I'm sorry, that was my fault. I don't know what came over me.." She said as she gently shoved his chest, wriggling her way out of his arms and towards the lounge of her hotel room, however when she sat down, she turned to face him and left him enough room to clearly signify that she didn't want him to leave.

"So.." Hotch cleared his through awkwardly as he sat down as far from her as he could without seeming uncomfortable, and when he briskly rubbed his thighs, he heard her laugh gently. "Shut it." He smirked, facing her with a lop-sided grin and she just shook her head with a smile before her grin faded and she pressed her lips together and started playing with her fingers.

"It's just.. the case and the detective, I just.. I don't know." She shook her head, furrowing her brows and sighing before she rubbed her face with the heel of her hands and Hotch ached to reach out and rub her arm gently, he withheld though, instead cleared his throat once more and faced her.

"Prentiss. You're an amazing agent. You do your job with integrity and remain unbiased. Cases hit home for a lot of us from time to time, and it's normal. It's normal to personalize it, just don't let it eat your thoughts. This job is hard enough, you don't need to take on this, too. It's okay to lose it, at times. We all have before and no doubt we all will again." Emily didn't even have to ask to know he was relating this to his own personal experience with George Foyet. Emily looked like she might cry and Hotch sighed out deeply, screw feigning professionalism, he thought. After all, he already had gone down on her and made her come multiple times, it doesn't get any less professional than that. And with that thought, he moved over to her on the couch and grabbed her hand in his own, rubbing his thumb along her knuckles. "You're good, Emily." The way he said it made her heart melt. He wasn't saying she was good as in she was okay, he was saying it as though reinforcing that she was a good person. "Thank you." She broke, tears fell from her eyes and down her cheeks and instead of telling her not to cry, Hotch simply held her in his arms, soothing her with rubbing patterns into the skin of her biceps. He let her tears fall, catching what he could on his thumb until she calmed down. They sat like that for a total of two hours, not talking, just holding each other and listening to the steady breathing from the other. Until she fell asleep and he finally had enough strength in him to put her to bed. And after he watched her sleep for 5minutes, he managed to leave without doing something stupid like kissing her goodnight or telling her he loved her.

The case closed and they won, they always do. But not before another body landed on their doorstep which took even more life out of Emily than she realized. She collapsed onto the longue of the jet, stretching out and allowing JJ to sympathetically lay a blanket over her. Emily didn't even realize they were in the air until the lights dimmed and Morgan's snores were heard.

Emily glanced around the cabin, seeing all of her team members sleeping. Well, all except Hotch. Emily stared at him, watched and thoroughly studied his profile and memorized every crease, every mole on his skin, every freckle, she briefly wondered if she could measure his eyelashes without moving from the comfort of her longue bed.

"You're staring." Hotch commented offhandedly, his eyes never leaving the file but he closed it after a few moments and looked at her. He half expected her to look away, embarrassed by being caught out, instead though, she challenged him with her gaze. They stared at each other in silence until Hotch needed to blink to stop his eyes from drying out.

"C'mere." She muttered, moving her legs up as if to prove he had enough room. Hotch furrowed his brows, and glanced around the cabin. "They're all asleep, Hotch. Plus, I wasn't even planning on being your sponsor to join the mile high club." She smirked and Hotch just shook his head, closing his brief case and moving over to her. "You be MY sponsor?" He started when he put her blanket over his thighs after he was seated "What makes you so sure I'm not already a part of the mile high club, Prentiss?" He threw her a very rare smile and she just cocked a brow at him, hoping he wouldn't take offence to what she was obviously implying. "Okay, fine. You win." He laughed breathily, affirming to her that he wasn't insulted. She simply just smiled softly and arched her back slightly, stretching out her legs in the process. TO say she was shocked when she felt Hotch grip her ankles and place her legs over his thighs would be an understatement. She opened her eyes and looked at him with a confused glance.

"How are you?" He asked, ignoring her glance and just started rubbing her calves under the blankets.

"Um.. fine?" She muttered, feeling skin rise with goose-bumps as his hands slowly arched up further, towards her thigh. When he moved his hips so he was sitting further up, allowing his hands more space to wander, she noticed but pretended not to. Instead, she lay there and slightly spread her legs, allowing him to do whatever he wanted. "You sure?" He asked, feigning confusion as his fingers arched up to her center, finding where he wanted them to be and resting his hand gently over her covered pussy.

Hotch had no idea what came over him when he started rubbing her through her work pants, knowing nothing expect how she arched under him all those nights ago and begged him to let her cum. All he could think about was how desperately he wanted to experience that again. He inched his hands further up, reaching the waistband of her pants and thumbing the button undone. "Hotch.. here?" Emily breathed out, shocked but also aroused. She unconsciously inched her legs further apart, locked eyes with Hotch as he licked his lips, eyes darker than normal as he slithered his hand inside her pants, feeling smug at the loud exhale as her eyes fluttered to a close when he started rubbing her through the cotton of her panties. "Wet already, Emily?" Hotch asked in disbelief as he inched his hands further down, feeling the damp material and Emily fluttered her eyes open, watching him through hooded lashes before bucking when he did something just right with his fingers. Begging herself to not moan out as loudly as she wanted to, very aware of her sleeping teammates.

"Hotch.. please. No teasing, please.." She breathed out, her head falling to the side as she closed her eyes and tried to spread her legs even further, taking deep inhales to calm her desire to groan out when she felt him finally slip his hand into her panties and place two fingers over her clit and rub. "Jesus, Emily.." Hotch whispered in bewilderment, feeling her wetness coat his fingers as he slipped them inside her warm puppy and bring them to the surface. With his damp fingers, he swirled them around her clit, slowly. Much too slowly. Emily bit down firmly onto her lip as she sharply inhaled through her teeth and slightly arched up, pushing her hips down onto his fingers. "Shh.." He hummed, slipping his fingers back down, running them through her folds as he played with her most intimate place before he pushed two in without a second thought. "Oh." Emily gasped, feeling her insides flutter as they stretched to accommodate the new but not unwelcome intrusion. "You can take it.. come on, Emily. Remember that night, I know you can take it.." He encouraged softly, curving his fingers as he fucked her. Hotch watched her every reaction, watched the goosebumps rise on her arms as she scrunched her face up and fisted her hands in the blanket. "Please.." Emily whined as Hotch scissored his fingers, stretching her walls before slipping another one in along side them and Emily saw white and Oh, yes, there. Right there.. Emily opened her mouth in a silent moan as Hotch searched her tight channel for her g-spot. "Gonna cum all over my fingers, yeah?" Hotch muttered to her, thrusting his fingers out faster and faster before moving his hand so he could thumb her clit at the same time as his thrusts. "Yeah.. yeah.." Emily moaned before Hotch shushed her gently again. "You, shh." Emily snapped before she was cut off with another deep moan rushing out silently through her parted lips. "Come on, Emily. Almost there love. I can feel you clenching around my fingers, you can do it.. Come on.." He breathed encouragingly, thumbing her clit faster and faster as he rubbed the pad of his fingers over her g-spot repeatedly until her entire body shook and she came apart around his fingers.

Hotch fucked her slowly through her orgasm, easing his fingers in and out of her wet cunt until her body relaxed and she stopped clenching around his fingers and her breathing steadied. "I'm going to take my fingers out now.. okay?" Hotch muttered and Emily whined in both disapproval of this concept but also agreement. "Hmm.." Emily whined out gently, tightening her core muscles as he slowly slipped his fingers from her most intimate place, whimpering as he gently ran them along her entire center before slipping them out of her pants and bringing them upto his mouth, licking them clean.

Hotch glanced around the cabin worriedly, making sure all of the team were asleep as he stood up from the lounge. He stared down at Emily, and sighed when she shrugged, understandingly. "Go on. I'm fine. Go back to your seat." She raised her brows before turning on her side to face the back of the couch and closed her eyes. Not sleeping but silently telling Hotch to leave her alone, not wanting him to see the vulnerability in her eyes.

Two weeks after Hotch got Emily off on the plane, Emily had avoided him like the plague. Only speaking to him solely for work purposes and to keep the team functioning. She was sitting at her desk, working hard to finish her file load before 7pm so she could go home and actually have a half decent night sleep for the first time in 3 weeks. She tried not to think about the fact that the last good night sleep she had had was when she slept in Hotch's arms in Charleston.

"Prentiss. A word." She looked up to see Hotch standing on the balcony overlooking the bullpen, gaze set intently on her. "Ohhh.. someone's in trouble…" Morgan sang smugly and Emily shot him a death glare and snarled, "Shove it." She snapped, pushing her chair away from her desk and moving up to his office where he disappeared to.

"Can I help you, sir?" She said after taking a deep breath and sitting in the chair across from him.

"What's been going on?" He asked as he stopped fiddling with his pen and placed his hands together on his oak wood desk and she tilted her head to the side.

"I'm sorry?" She laughed a little awkwardly and Hotch sighed deeply

"Emily, you have been ignoring me since we finished in Bakersfield." He deadpanned

"I haven't been ignoring you as much as.. Distancing myself." She muttered, glancing down and playing with her fingers and Hotch groaned in frustration.

"To-may-toe, To-mah-toe." He quipped somewhat coldly and she sighed and stared back at him.

"What do you want me to say, Hotch?" She asked, somewhat helplessly.

"Emily, if I crossed a boundary on the plane then I apologize, but it's not as if you exactly were telling me to stop…" He supplied, sounding somewhat annoyed and Emily narrowed her eyes at him.

"What are you implying, Hotch?" Emily hissed and Hotch sighed, exasperated because this was not the direction he wanted this conversation to take.

"Nothing. I'm just trying to see where I stand with you." He said genuinely, hoping his calmer voice soothed her quickly rising temper.

Emily relaxed back into the chair, nibbling on her bottom lip and Hotch had to look away. "I'm sorry I've been such a bitch." She said quietly after a few minutes and Hotch shook his head quickly. "I just feel.. I don't know." She huffed and scuffed her shoe, reminding Hotch of a child being reprimanded for doing something wrong and he and to try and not smirk at the resemblance.

"Listen, Emily." Hotch started, getting up from his desk and coming towards her, leaning back against the wood infront of her and she looked up at him. Her sitting down and him standing up placed him directly in front of her made her head directly aligned with his crotch and okay, Hotch was certain he would be getting off to this image for the next few months.

"I don't know what this is, nor do I feel the need to define it right now. I just know that I do care about you. I hope you understand I think very highly of you. Whatever has happen does not have to happen again, especially not if it draws a crack in our friendship." Hotch spoke and Emily cocked a brow at him in disbelief.

"Friendship? Hotch, need I remind you how much you could not stand me until I let you in my pants?" She spoke bitterly and Hotch felt a bolt of sadness shoot through him but kept his poker face.

"Emily." He groaned out, rubbing his eyes with the base of his palms. "Please, stop. You know what I mean." He pleaded, looking at her with eyes portraying everything he couldn't say.

Emily's eyes darted around the room, looking everywhere but him and Hotch noticed. Of course he did. He also noticed the way she cowered in on herself and hugged her torso with a deathly grip. "I really have to get back to work." She started to leave. Unfortunately for her, Hotch's reflexes were lightening fast and his legs were longer than hers, getting him to the door before she could and blocking her exit.

"Get out of my way, Hotch." Emily glared at him in disbelief and Hotch just cocked a challenging brow at her, not saying anything. "And I honestly hope to God you're mature enough to not respond to that with 'make me.'" Emily quipped and Hotch just stayed silent, studying her face. After 30 seconds of a silent staring contest, Emily gave up when she felt her insides tickle. "We can't talk about this here" She whispered, almost as if the entire FBI was in the same room rather than them being in private.

"Then where?" Hotch shot back, not missing a beat.

"I don't know.."

"Over dinner?"

"What?" Emily stared at him with wide eyes and slightly parted lips

"Will we discuss.. this, us, at dinner? There is a new Chinese place that has opened a few blocks from your brownstone I've been meaning to try." He shrugged carelessly and Emily stared at him with furrowed brows.

"What are you playing at here, Hotch?" She whispered

"Come to dinner with me." Hotch ignored her question

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"I'm busy."

"I didn't even mention a day."

"You're really pushing it, Hotchner." Emily warned and wanted to slap him when she saw the feint smirk dancing at the corner of his lips

"Come to dinner with me, please?" He tried again, gentler this time.

"Hotch.."

"Why are you so hesitant?"

"Because I think dinner might mean something a little different to you." Emily replied - lied - and Hotch ignored the clench of his heart at those words.

"What do you mean by that?" He wasn't even sure he wanted to know the answer

"Hotch, I don't know how to say this nicely, so I'm just going to come out and say it. I don't feel that way about you. What we did was fun, and it was a great stress reliever, but that was all it was for me. I'm sorry." She added the last part as an after though to soften the blow of her inaccurate statement. She felt like she kicked a puppy when she saw Hotch's eyes dull drastically after she finished talking.

"You feel nothing romantically towards me, then?" He affirmed and she looked down, unable to lie to him when he's staring at her with such strong eyes.

"Yes." She murmured

"Look me in the eye and say it." Even he didn't know why he was fighting her so much with this.

"Hotch." She warned and he just stared back, challengingly.

"Look me in the eye and tell me you have no romantic feelings for me, and I'll leave it. I swear." And when she didn't say anything, instead just stared up into his eyes for 30 seconds, he snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her body up against his. Chest to chest.

"Hotch.. don't." She breathed, her eyes fluttering closed and lips parting slightly as she tilted her head upto him. Her words not following her actions at all. Hotch licked his lips and brushed them against hers, hearing the sharp intake of air she gave at the contact. "Tell me to stop, Emily. Tell me you don't want this and for me to stop and I will, I swear." Hotch breathed lowly into her mouth and Emily's breath hitched once more, opening her eyes and staring up into his, searching for something.

"Fuck it." Emily snarled, bringing her hands upto the base of Hotch's neck where she pulled him down towards her, securing his lips on hers and kissed him with as much passion as she could put into it without taking her clothes off.

Hotch pushed back into the kiss, forcing his mouth more dominantly over hers, gripping her waist and pushing her back against the door, locking her body between his chest and the wood and he groaned at this concept. Ever since Charleston, he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to fuck her against a wall or bent over a horizontal surface. He mentally scanned his office and smirked into the kiss, knowing if he took things where they wanted them to go – he was going to find out exactly how it would be like.

"How far are we gonna take this.." Emily breathed as she pulled away from the kiss, fingers coming up and fiddling with his tie, tugging it in a plea to get loose so she could get her hands on his chest. "I want you so bad.. I haven't stopped thinking about you since Charleston.." She whimpered into his mouth, weakly tugging at the material of his shirt in a feeble attempt to get it off. "God, Emily, me too." Hotch blew out, tearing his lips from hers and moving them to her jawline, nipping and sucking gently at her skin "No marks.." She pleaded breathlessly, snaking her hands inside his shirt once she finally got two buttons undone. She all but groaned at the feeling of his chest, and started making hurried motions to get him out of the rest of his clothes.

Once by one, their clothing items made their way to the floor, leaving Emily in nothing but such a small black lace bra that Hotch had to momentarily stop his sucking on her collarbone purely just to stare and admire the view in front of him.

Emily, however, felt vulnerable under his gaze, taking it negatively and shying away from him, cowering forward to cover herself as she pressed her back as far into the door as she could, not meeting his eyes and wondering how it would be possible to get to her clothes. Hotch frowned at her body language, before understanding and reaching forward, gently. Taking her wrists in his gentle hold but she still expertly avoided his gaze. "Emily, look at me please." Hotch coerced with such a soft tone Emily imagine he had saved for Jack in his infant years. Her eyes flicked up and immediately relaxed at the look he was giving her. "Emily, you are beautiful." He annunciated each word slowly, carefully and truthfully. Putting his emotions into his words, hoping she would pick up on it. He wanted to tell her, just couldn't right now.

"Let me see you.." He coaxed gently, slowly moving her hands from her torso and admiring the view only for a few moments before he ran his hands up her torso, touching, memorizing the planes of her body. Savoring the feeling of her soft skin under his rough hands. He briefly made a mental note to see how much her it would be to get a portrait of her to be put into museum, because she was art that he felt everyone needed to worship and appreciate. A work of art that he had the chance to worship and appreciate. "Breath taking.." He breathed, slipping his hands around to the small of her back and with a gentle tug forward, he had her chest pressed against his. He moved his neck down, pushed hair dark eye to float across her back as he connected his lips to the lower skin of her neck, closing his eyes and licking and sucking at the skin. He hummed softly, peppering wherever he could reach with gentle, reassuring kisses until she was a breathy mess withering against him in pleading motions. "Hotch.." She mewled, tilting her head back further and allowed him more access to the skin of her neck, but pushing her hips forward, brushing her bare core against his body, asking, pleading for him to take it further. With no halting of his lips dancing against her skin, he trailed his hands around to her lower abdomen, giving her a soft 'shh' when he felt the muscles tense under his palm before slowly dragging his fingers down to the top of her center. Emily started to breath harshly, biting down on her lip in attempt to keep her sounds at bay when Hotch gently began to rub her clit with two fingers. Moving them in circular motions, with one hand as he brought his other hand down further and pressing three fingers up against her center, slipping them inside her folds and tracing her most intimate place. "Oh.." Emily couldn't hold back the slips of his name and groans of approval and Hotch gently connected his lips to hers to quiet her. With his long index finger, he slipped it inside her tight channel, circling her, probing her open and bringing more of her juices to the surface. "More.." Emily pleaded into his mouth, and who was Hotch to deny her? He slipped in a second finger aside his first and Emily groaned lowly, at least now she could feel him. "That feel good, beautiful?" Hotch asked, somewhat rhetorically but also as a way to make sure she knew she had footing in this situation as well. "Mm, so good.." Emily moaned, biting her lip when she pulled away from Hotch's mouth, spreading her legs wider as he gently started to thrust his fingers in and out of her pussy with one hand, and start picking up the pace of the way his other was rubbing her clit. Wanting her to cum first over his fingers and hands. "Hotch… Please, enough. Please fuck me, now." Emily all but begged and if Hotch wasn't turned on enough as it was, that sure did it. "I want you to come on my fingers." Hotch gruffed out, picking up the pace of his hand movement to show her his determination. "Do that later." Later. There would be a later. "I just want you inside me," Emily snaked her arms around his shoulders, pushing him even closer to her until their foreheads were rested together, their breathings mixed and brown eyes started into browner eyes. "Please.." Emily whispered, so softly Hotch wasn't even sure she said it.

Dutifully, Hotch slipped his fingers from her, trying not to groan at the way her muscles clenched around them in a plea for them to stay inside her. Emily whined when they slipped from her, but Hotch kept rubbing her bundle of nerves, as if to give her something. "Shh, It's all okay.." Hotch leant his head up and pressed a kiss to her forehead, Emily immediately putting her face into the crook of his neck before lifting up on her tippy-toes. Hotch thanked the stars that they were so intact with each other, as he snaked his hands around her waist, under her butt and giving her a slight jut to which she followed with a small jump. Immediately, he was holding her in his arms, her legs locked around his waist, arms around neck and he slid her down onto his cock. "Oh, yes.." Emily cried, softly and Hotch started lifting her up before she slid back down onto him, slowly at first, allowing both of them to get used to the rhythm and feeling of him inside her. "Faster.. God, Hotch I need it faster." Emily muttered and Hotch snarled out a viscous "yes." Before he gripped her waist, lifting her small body and fucking her back down onto his cock in rough, fast motions. The only thing keeping their sounds at bay was the forceful kiss they were locked in. Hotch, at one point, had to suck on Emily's tongue to keep himself from groaning out at the pleasure when she did a thing with her hips and core muscles.

Hotch had tried to remember how good she felt when he got off every time since Charleston, but nothing could compare to the real thing. No imagination could ever live up to the real experience. The way her skin got flushed, the way her hips jutted faster and faster against his when she got closer, the soft suck of her pussy against his cock, the feeling of her wetness coating him, the tightening of her muscles and oh god, the look in her eyes when she told him to come for her. The fire, the passion, the trust, the love.

Hotch felt his knees shake, giving him the signal he was going to give out if he kept this up and Emily must have felt it too or she was damn intuitive. "Sit down on the coffee table.." she breathed, and Hotch made the short walk, keeping his cock buried deep inside her and groaning at the constant clenching and unclenching she was doing. Emily straddled him now, knees pressed against his legs as he sat down and she dug her nails into his shoulders as she sat up, lifting off his cock until just the tip was barely inside her before she stared at him, dark, determined eyes staring into his and she licked her lips. "Come for me, Hotch." She repeated and with that, she slammed back down onto his cock, and grinding against his pelvis. Smashing her lips to his to silence the inevitable moan, Hotch felt his hips uncontrollably buck up impossibly further into her, her clit rubbing against his pelvis and he moved her back and forth against him as he came with such force he saw splotches of white behind his vision.

When he came back to it, she was still ontop of him, her breathing harsh and hips still moving in gentle rutting motions, but something was different. Her eyes were softer, lighter, and as her hands were running through his hair, her lips curled into the smallest of smiles. "You came?" It wasn't a question as much of a statement, but he still phrased it as one, just to make sure. "Mhm.." She hummed, happiness dancing around the sound and Hotch was on the fence about if that sound was better than the orgasm. "Good." Was all he could think to say before he moved in, and placed another, gentle kiss on her waiting lips. A kiss she happily accepted. It got deeper but not dirtier. Their tongues gently moved around each other's mouths, their hands stroked each other's bare skin but neither of them had the heart or energy to make it sexual. This was more passionate, more loving, more real.

"That should have been our first time.." Hotch breathed when they broke the kiss. Emily halted her hand movements on his spine and her eyes looked into his. "Emily, please, let me take you to dinner." He sighed, almost pathetically and Emily frowned softly. "Hotch.. this is so complicated." She breathed out shakily and Hotch couldn't do anything but put his arms around her slim torso and rub up and down her back. "No one has to know.." He started "But, Emily, we can make this work. I will make this work, please just give me the chance to."

"Why are you fighting for this so much?" Emily whispered into the skin of his neck where she buried her head.

Jump. Hotch thought.

"Because you're everything I want." He finally said and heard the sharp intake of breath she gave at that little announcement. Another jump. He thought

"Because for years, I denied myself the knowledge that what I feel for you, is not professional, it's not platonic, and it's not negative. It's real. It's real and pure and to be frank, it's absolutely terrifying." Emily squeezed him a little tighter.

One last leap. "Emily, I love you." He wasn't expecting her to say or do anything, but when she turned her head and pressed a kiss to his pulse point, his heart raced. He pushed, once more. "Come to dinner with me, Friday?" And she pulled back and looked at him with teary but light eyes. "7pm?" She sniffed with a smile that made the water pool even more and Hotch felt a smile emerge on his own lips.

"7, it is." Hotch nodded once and Emily just laughed one, watery laugh before she moved her arms back from around his torso to the back of his neck where she leant in, obviously for a kiss. But right before her lips touched his, she said

"And, I love you."

And he couldn't respond, because her lips were on his.

Finished.