Woo hoo! More emails between Emily and Hotch. Hope you enjoy them.

Dear BeautyAndBrains,

I hope you had a good weekend. I managed to actually spend the whole weekend with my son, which was really nice. On Saturday he had his soccer game and his team actually won. A small miracle in itself. 5-year-olds don't tend to follow directions all that well. I've told you that I coach his team together with a good friend of mine, right? Anyway, we took them all to have some burgers and ice-creams afterwards to celebrate. I think they enjoyed themselves, although I'm pretty sure we got a few disapproving looks from some of the parents due to the ingestion of junk food. It was worth it though to see all the kids smiling. If only I could spend my time putting smiles on kids' faces.

So I finally tried out that that baked ravioli recipe you gave me. My son hoovered it up in no time and even asked for seconds. That turned out to be complete success, thanks for that. Do you happen to have any more recipes?

I've been raking my brains but I think I've pretty much told you everything I can possibly think of about my likes, dislikes, 'talents' and faults. We might literally have nothing left to talk about when we finally meet *smile* Maybe we can move on to talking about our hopes and dreams? Oh wait, there is still something I haven't told you, what a miracle. I have to sleep on the right side of the bed. It's just a thing I have. So if you have to sleep on the right side too, that's it, I'm afraid. I'm going to have to end our online relationship. Either that or we're going to have to sleep in separate beds for the rest of our lives.

Was that too presumptuous of me?

Tonight I think I will drift off to sleep imagining you as a librarian, whose demure facade hides a tigress in bed. Hmm... maybe I have a future as a romance novelist, do you think?

Goodnight my lady. Sweet dreams.

Your Knight in Tarnished Armour

My Lord StoicByNature,

I am most delighted to receive your written correspondence and to be informed that you are in good spirits. I must confess now that I have read the words that you have written, I too am in high spirits. The tale of your son and his friends gladdened my heart and I do look forward to the day when I am able to meet him. I would be more than happy to share another recipe with you. What are your thoughts on petite salmon fish cakes? They are most delicious, I can assure you.

As for wanting to spend your time putting smiles on childrens' faces, that seems to me a most benevolent past-time. But would that mean, my lord, that you would be, God forbid, a clown? That seems most unsuited to your nature, although I mean no offence. You appear to be an excellent father and an authority on the sport of soccer, so perhaps you should prevail in those pursuits. Oh dear, I fear I am proceeding down the path of continued offence, so I will halt here.

I am not certain if I should be discussing my preferred position in bed, that seems most scandalously inappropriate. But in the interests of getting to know each other better, I will lay your fears to rest and inform you that I prefer to sleep on the left side of the bed. There, our first 'almost' disagreement has been averted.

I? A librarian? Surely you jest, my lord. I am blushing as I write this, but in reply to your comment of being a tigress in bed, well, you will just have to wait and see, won't you? This, of course, might very well mean that you will have to release the tight reign you have on that much vaunted control you tell me you have. How titillated I am at the thought.

Farewell for now, my Knight in Shining Armour. I will wait with bated breath for your next missive.

Your lady (in waiting)

p/s. Sexy librarian is a definite improvement on go-go dancer. But you're still ice-cold on the profession front.

Pp/s. Sure we can talk about hopes and dreams. But I think it would be MUCH more fun to talk about sexual likes and dislikes. For instance, your preferred position *grin* Mine's with me on top. Your turn.

Ppp/s. Don't worry, if we run out of things to talk about, we can always enact my handcuff fantasy. No need for words there!

Dear BeautyAndBrains,

Talk about upping the ante. I'm not really sure how well I would go if we were to talk about sex. But I'm happy to give it a go. Am at work so have to keep this short. Typing on my cell is just a pain in the backside.

Somehow I doubt you'll be surprised when I tell you I'm a missionary position type of guy. But that's not to say I'm not open to experimenting. Maybe even letting go of my need to be in control. Would you like to work on me? *smile*

I have to go, something's come up. That wasn't meant to be suggestive, despite what I know you're thinking. I think I'm starting to know you.

Have a good day at work. Maybe we can IM tonight if I'm out of here by 9.

Y

p/s. I really enjoyed your last email. Now I see why you think formality in writing is sexy.

Pp/s. Butcher, baker, candlestick maker?

Dear StoicByNature,

I would never have guessed you were the missionary position type. I was thinking more doggie style. Kidding! As for your control issues, I would be more than happy to work on them *rubbing my hands in glee*

You never fail to make me smile, which is always a good start to any day. No to all three professions, but that was hilarious! I hope you don't mind, but I think I'll keep my profession under my hat till we meet.

Me? Respond to a suggestive comment? Never! I'll try to be home by 9.30. IM you then.

Have an awesome day, and try to smile at least twice!

X

We're gradually heading into M territory! Next up, a conversation between our favourite couple. Will they realise what is right under their noses or is love really blind?

Reviews would be very much appreciated!

p/s. After writing Emily's email, I'm thinking I might write a Victorian era fic with Hotch and Emily, what do you think? LOL