Alright my fine furry friends, here is chapter 3…I hope you all like it! :D Feel free to read and review…and if you have any comments, concerns, suggestions, feel free to shoot them my way! Enjoy!

Emily decides that she isn't done watching Hotch squirm. Dinner came and they are all enjoying their meals and their conversations with one another when Emily reaches over and grabs Hotch's hand off the table before anyone even notices. Hotch tries hard to remove his hand, but it is becoming apparent to him that she must have been taking steroids her entire life because she is extremely strong.

She moves their entwined hands to her thigh. She unhooks her hand from his and places hers firmly on top. Hotch swallows thickly and continues to try to eat his dinner. But the second she spreads her legs and moves his hand in between her legs, he stops midway to his mouth. He places his fork down and looks down at his hand between her legs. He watches as she spreads her legs farther apart and he feels her creamy, soft skin as she travels up and under her dress. He can feel the heat radiating off of her core. His index finger lightly grazes over her wet panties and she lets out an almost inaudible moan. She slides down her chair some, but the second she removes her hand from his, he snatches it away and resumes eating his dinner.

Emily sits in her seat feeling rejected. He likes her, why did he feel the need to keep his feelings inside? Hotch watches as Emily hangs her head. He lets out a breath. He wants her, that was obvious, but he wasn't sure where he wanted all of this to go. But as he was staring at her, he saw how upset she was, and he felt his heart break.

So he places his hand back onto her thigh. He doesn't look at her though, he continues to look ahead. He squeezes her thigh then slowly slides his hand up her thigh and under her dress. Emily spreads her legs for him as Hotch continues his journey upward. His fingertips lightly graze the inside of her thighs and he feels her shiver. His fingers continue to make their way up to her center. Hotch quickly pushes her underwear to the side and plunges one finger inside of her. She lets out a gasp that luckily no one but Hotch heard considering the level of noise that was in the restaurant.

She slides down the chair some more and Hotch adds another finger. He finally looks at her and she's biting her lip. He's never seen her look so beautiful. Her face is flushed and it's spreading down her ivory skin onto her chest then disappears under her dress. Hotch works his fingers in and out of her repeatedly, slowing his pace, then picking it up quickly. Emily starts to rock her hips in time with his fingers and she can feel her orgasm starting to bubble up inside of her.

Emily's walls are starting to clench around Hotch's fingers and it makes him work them faster and harder. His thumb starts to rub against her clit, and he knows she's close to losing control. He smirks at her. Now she knows how it feels to be in front of everyone they know about to come. Payback can be a bitch, he thinks to himself.

Emily places both hands on her chair and lifts her hips up and she locks eyes with Hotch. He is watching her with desire and lust in his eyes. She continues to rock her hips and then Hotch curls his fingers and hits her g-spot and rapidly moves his fingers in and out of her. Her walls clench around his fingers and she arches her back and she comes with a muffled moan. The team looks at her, and she blushes more than she already was.

"This chicken is delicious," she lies to her friends. "Anyone want a taste?"

Everyone shakes their head and returns to their meal when she hears a voice next to her. "I'd like a taste." She looks over at Hotch and he winks. "I mean if it tastes as good as you make it sound, I have to have a piece."

Emily blushes a deep red. She takes her fork and breaks off a piece of chicken then holds her fork up and places it in front of his mouth. "Open up sir." Hotch obliges and she shoves the fork in his mouth. She pulls it away and Hotch chews the chicken thoughtfully.

"Mmm, you're right Emily, that chicken is delicious." He places his hand back on her thigh and squeezes. She smiles at him, and then they both return to their dinner content with how things are progressing.

After dinner is over the team walk outside and huddle together. "So what do you guys want to do now?" Morgan asks.

"Rossi, are there any clubs nearby?" Emily asks. Hotch shoots a look her way, and she smiles.

"Actually there is a pretty nice one right around the corner if you all want to go." Everyone nods and they make their way to the club. Hotch and Emily are walking behind everyone else when Emily places her hand inside of his as they walk. He squeezes it then makes sure that the rest of the team is preoccupied before he places a quick kiss on her lips.

Emily touches her lips with her fingertips and smiles up at Hotch. She pulls him along quickly. She has plans for the club and she wants to get them started right away, because if there was anything that could motivate Emily into moving faster it was a kiss from Aaron Hotchner.