Another M chapter...enjoy!

Thanks again saturdayslump, you awesome beta, you! Thanks so very much to all of you for reviewing, again, I have had no time to respond individually, so my apologies for that. I am beyond amazed at the reception this fic has been getting. I hope I continue to put a smile on all your beautiful faces :)

Hotch smiled to himself when he heard his cell vibrate on his desk. It was almost embarrassing how eager he was for her next email. He was worse than a child on Christmas morning. He checked the screen, and sure enough, it was her. He leant back on his chair, thinking vaguely that he really should wait until he had a spare moment, but everything seemed to be happening all at once and both Emily and JJ were away presenting at a conference in Seattle.

Dear StoicByNature,

I'm going out of town for a conference for a few days and I'll probably be quite busy so I thought I'd send you a little something so you don't miss me too much while I'm away.

Hotch paused. Something was niggling at him. Emily was going to a conference. Could she be the person he had been corresponding with? He thought for a moment. No, surely Dave would have told him something that important if it were true. He was sure Dave and Morgan had already asked Garcia to find out whom his online female counterpart was. They would not have been able to help themselves. Hotch shook his head and went back to reading the email, his eyes widening as he read on.

Imagine that we are strangers seated together on a long haul flight. It is late at night and the cabin lights are off. It is dark and dim and intimate. You and I are the only people in business class. Your eyes are closed and you have just started to drift off to sleep when you feel my hand rest on your thigh. Your eyes fly open and you see that I am sitting on the edge of your reclined seat. You open your mouth to ask me what I am doing but I lean down and press my lips to yours, silencing you. I smile inwardly when I soon feel you pressing your lips against mine. I run my tongue over the seam of your lips and you part them, allowing me to slip my tongue into your mouth. A shiver travels down my spine when I feel you stroke my tongue with yours.

Without taking my mouth from yours, I reach down and unbuckle your belt, then unbutton and unzip your cargo pants. Your fingers entwine themselves into my hair and you draw me closer, increasing the pressure of your lips against mine. I tug your pants and briefs down and then my hand is closing around you. I am gratified to feel that you are already immensely aroused as you strain urgently in my hand. You suck my lower lip, biting gently down on it while I stroke my hand down your iron hard erection. Clasping you firmly, I start to pump my hand up and down firmly, gradually increasing the speed. Our kisses become increasingly more desperate and I can feel you start to lift your hips towards me on every downward stroke. Breaking the intensity for a moment, I draw my hand back up to the crown of your hard shaft, circling it gently with my fingertips, then down to the sensitive area just underneath. Back up again, and I can feel the liquid drops that you are now emitting. Gathering some of on my fingertips, I pull away from your lips and touch my fingers to my tongue, tasting your essence while you look on, passion burning intensely in your dark eyes.

I hear you emit a low growl and you suddenly surge upwards, your warm hands cupping my arms and pushing me back so that I am forced to release you. In one swift move, you put your hands on my waist and lift me onto your lap, my peasant skirt billowing out around my legs and yours. Stunned at the speed at which you moved, I am still and soon, your lips are on mine again. As our tongues tangle, I feel your hands slip under my cotton top, trailing along my bare skin just above the waistband of my skirt.

The carnality in our kiss astounds me and you pull away again, this time so that you can push up my top and camisole, baring me before your gaze. You lean forward and take my right nipple into your mouth, suckling strongly. A jolt of sensation shoots through me and I moan softly, dropping my head back. When you move your attention to my other breast, I grind down against your steely hardness, moaning as waves of pleasure emit from the apex of my thighs. I can feel the dampness in my panties. I need you so badly now, my body is crying out for you.

You tell me to lift yourself up and I do so, my heart pounding loudly in my ears. You slide your hand under my skirt and slip your fingers into my thong. I bite my bottom lip hard to stop myself from crying out when I feel you glide a finger over my swollen bud, then travel further back into my slick heat. I reach out blindly and brace my hands on your shoulders, digging my fingers hard into you. Your finger returns back to my throbbing nub and strokes me there gently. It only takes a few moments before I explode from your talented ministrations and I cry out softly.

Before I realise what you have done, I am on my back under you and you are crouched over me, staring at me with intense eyes. Hold on, you tell me, your voice low and harsh with passion. You lift up my legs and you thrust yourself into me. My back arches at the blinding flash of pleasure/pain that results as I struggle to accommodate you within me. You draw back and thrust again, slowly and relentlessly pushing forward until your whole length is completely enclosed within my heated core. You breathe out an apology because you can't wait and then you begin thrusting hard and fast. I lift my legs, twining them around your hips, hearing the breath rushing out of your mouth on every forward thrust. Faster and faster you move until you suddenly become completely still. Deep within I feel your shaft pulse your release into me, your body shuddering over me, your arms trembling with tension. You collapse next to me and I turn and press my face into your shoulder. Resting my hand on your chest, I feel the accelerated beat of your heart thudding against my palm.

We fall asleep, lulled by the quiet roar of the engines.

I hope you enjoyed that. *smile*

I'll email you when I can. Have a wonderful day.

X

p/s. That was a kiss.

Pp/s. Oops, I should have told you that this is not work safe and you should wait until you get home to read it so you can you know, do other things with it *suggestive wink*

Hotch vaguely heard a sound in the distance.

"Hotch? Hotch."

He suddenly surfaced at the sound of Dave's emphatic voice. He quickly looked up and saw Dave and Reid standing just inside the door to his office, looking at him quizzically. Shit. He pulled open his top drawer and dropped his cell into it, using the time to gather himself. Unfortunately he could do nothing about his hard on.

Fortunately, he was behind his desk.

Unfortunately his subordinates were profilers.

"You having a hot flash, Hotch?"

Hotch narrowed his eyes at the glint of amusement in Dave's eyes. "I'm fine."

"You do look flushed, sir. And you're perspiring, even though it's quite cool in here. Also, your pulse is beating rapidly in your neck. Are you sure you're all right, sir?"

Dave didn't even bother to hide his enjoyment of the situation. It was doubly unfortunate that, because he was currently down two profilers, Hotch couldn't shoot them both.

"I said I'm fine." Hotch's voice was hard.

Reid got the message and put his hands in his pockets, rocking back on his heels, smiling awkwardly.

"What was it you came to see me about?"

Ten minutes later, Reid and Dave had finished reporting to him on their profile for the San Francisco Police Department. Reid exited the office and Dave started to follow him, then stopped short at the doorway.

"What is it, Dave?" asked Hotch, resigned.

"You might want to check your emails in the restroom next time. You know, in a stall. Behind a locked door. Just sayin'," with a wink, he left.

Hotch shook his head. Bloody Dave I-need-to-have-the-last-word Rossi.

Dear BeautyAndBrains,

That was, hands down, the best email you've sent me. Well, the most exciting one, in any case. I don't think my heart's recovered yet. My brain damn sure hasn't. I've never received anything like that before, and it was wow. Words fail me. You were incredible.

So I pretty much got caught out by my colleagues, luckily not with my hand down my pants, but that was embarrassing enough. Just a suggestion that you post your warning in the beginning of your email next time? Because I'm really hoping there will be a next time. Sorry, I'm rambling because my mind's still blown away from your last email and I haven't recovered yet.

I have a question for you. Are you ready to meet me in person? I've been thinking about it a lot lately, and it's totally fine if you tell me you're not ready, but if you are, I would very much like to see you. So let me know.

I hope you're having a good trip.

Take care,

Y

Emily smiled as she read his email. It had taken multiple glasses of wine to drum up the courage to press send after typing up that last email. She was relieved that he appeared to have enjoyed it so much. He wanted to meet her. It wasn't unexpected, and yet she felt a nervous flutter in her stomach at the thought of finally seeing him in person. She imagined what he'd look like and how they would react to one another when they first met. For some reason, an image of Hotch suddenly appeared in her mind's eye. She blinked, perplexed. Why had that happened? Was her brain trying to tell her something? She suddenly caught sight of the time, shook her head at the turn her imagination had taken, and hurriedly pressed reply on her cell.

Hi there Handsome,

Suprisingly, I am having a good time. But I'm also looking forward to coming home. I miss my bed, and of course, I miss IM'ing you from there. *grin*

I'm sorry you were caught out, oops! I promise I'll put a 'non-work safe' heading next time. I'm so glad you liked that last email. That was the raunchiest email I've ever written and I can't quite believe I actually did it. *blushing*

So you want to meet in person? I have to admit the thought makes me more than a little nervous, but I don't think that will ever change, so let's do it. Meet, I mean, not sexual intercourse. Definitely no sexual intercourse on the first date.

Ha, who's rambling now? I gotta go, meeting some people for dinner. Let's talk about when and where when I get back to DC.

Hope you and your son are well.

X

Hope you enjoyed that. If you did, let me know! Next chapter is what you've all been waiting for, the MEETING!