ANote 1:Taking a page from apracot's stories and trying to be a little lighter in this chapter.

Chapter 38- It happened one night part 5

'Emily, can I talk to you about something?' Hotch asked as he ran his fingers through her long hair.

The woman lying contentedly on his chest grunted noncommittally.

'Can you wait for the commercial?' she grumbled quietly.

While the senior agent was just as obsessed with Nickelodeon as most male Americans were, what he wanted to say was important.

'Hey!' she yelped, as he switched off the television they were watching.

They had managed to get both themselves showered (cold for him, hot for her) and into fresh clothes, before powering through the omelettes that Emily had prepared. The next most obvious activity was to find a chair or sofa and never get back up again. In the end they had crashed on his bed and switched on the television. The 'Avatar- Last airbender marathon' had quickly caught their collective attention and happily they settled in to watch something they both enjoyed, pleased that it had been so easy to find a show they could agree on.

'I saw this one already,' he told her consolingly. 'I'll fill you in.'

He smiled as she hissed at him.

'What?' she snarled. 'What is so important? Prince Zuko is about to do something stupid. I just know it!'

Hotch wondered if he should let this go. It really was a non issue especially if HE was her boyfriend, but….

'What was that all about earlier?' he asked gently, draping an arm around her body to reassure her.

He sensed her hesitation in the stillness that followed.

'Emily, you don't have to use your body to…' he began before she interrupted him by pushing off his chest to gain a sitting position.

The woman stared sightlessly infront of her at the wall opposite. 'I know.'

Gingerly he placed his hand on the back of her t-shirt and patted gently, wanting her to lay back down but not wanting to insist which would sort of ruin the whole point he was trying to make.

'Are you sure you know what I am talking about?' he pressed, even as she nodded her head.

This time he did reach out to tug gently on one shoulder. Relieved he enfolded her in his arms and handed her the remote.

'You don't ever have to do that with me,' he promised her giving her a soft kiss on the forehead.

Unfortunately, the TV station had gone to commercial which left Emily in an uncomfortable state, wondering if Hotch was minutely dissecting why she felt the need to seduce him earlier.

'You know I was just trying to distract you and keep you from going to the Bar,' she offered defensively.

The woman rose slightly into the air as the lead agent underneath her inhaled deeply.

'And you did a very good job of it, thank you,' he conceded quietly. 'Emily I don't want to fight with you right now, but we both know that's not the only reason you err… jumped me.'

Emily's dark eyebrows knitted together in annoyance. Was he profiling her?

The bastard!

As she opened her mouth to fire off a stinging retort, the show returned from commercial.

After a minute, they both started to laugh as they realised the cartoon had completely sucked them in.

'I think Jack is a bad influence on us,' she remarked with a wide grin.

'Oh blame my son for your lack of focus, will you?' he replied in amusement.

'Don't you think Jack is responsible for your cartoon addiction?' the woman asked curiously.

'Nope, I have always been this way,' he revealed unexpectedly. 'I think Jack wants to go to karate school because of this show.'

The woman shifted around to find a more comfortable spot on his chest.

'Sounds like a great plan,' she commented. 'But maybe you should run it past Morgan. He might want to do the lessons himself.'

The man nodded and looked down as Emily shifted again.

'Are you alright, should I get a blanket to put between us?' he asked solicitously.

Of course he didn't want to lose the warmth and softness of the woman but neither did he want her to be uncomfortable.

'No, it's not exactly comfortable,' she said in reply. 'But trust me your chest is much nicer to be on than Morgan's.'

The young agent was busy marvelling at the lead star's water bending ability when she realised that Hotch had tightened his grip on her back almost painfully.

'So…' he tired to say casually, 'how do you know how nice Morgan's chest is?'

Emily started to giggle at the jealous sound in his voice. How cute was that?

Getting no other response, the man bounced her slightly in the air to show his displeasure causing her to shriek as she almost fell off the bed. He caught her as she was going over the edge and dragged her up his body to meet his eyes.

She still thought his concern was funny, but she didn't like the confused look on his face.

'Oh man. Hotch, it was nothing,' she protested, giving him a playful kiss on the tip of his nose.

'Maybe you should let me be the judge of that,' he muttered petulantly, staring at her with a frown.

In response the dark haired woman rolled her eyes expansively, 'Oh brother.'

For a moment she cudgelled her tired brain to remember what she had barely even given any thought to.

'I think we were on a stakeout and we were in this ditch. I had my periods and I was miserable because of the pain. Morgan put his arm around me so I could be warm. The pain went. We caught the bad guy. The end,' she stated in a point wise fashion as if the lead agent was learning impaired.

The man studied the ceiling as he thought of a response.

'From now on you and I are partnering in the field,' he announced loudly.

The woman shook her head in disbelief. Didn't he trust her? Didn't he trust Morgan?

'Hotch!' she said in a disgruntled voice. 'You know how men have this unspoken rule that they don't date the women their friend's are interested in?'

'Emily…'

'Well women have that rule too,' she interrupted him.

'Emily…'

'Garcia is still so NOT over Morgan. I would never do anything to hurt her and if Morgan was to make a pass me, I would cut off his manly bits and hand it to him with pleasure!'

'Emily!' he said sharply to get her attention. 'I understand that…don't think I don't trust Morgan with you. I trust him with my life.'

This time it was Hotch who wriggled around in discomfort, 'I just want to be the one that keeps you warm, that's all.'

'What?' he asked as she stared at him. 'Does that sound stupid?'

The woman kissed him warmly. 'Not to me it doesn't.'

Anote 2: Hope I have not confused you with all the half finished sentence. Basically I think Emily snapped because she felt she was losing Hotch and was using sex as a way to keep him. Unfortunately, I am writing from personal experience here, so take it from me ladies...it's not a good idea. Very few men are like Hotch. Thanks to Nagen66 for encouraging me to write this chapter.