Fifty Shades of Hotch

The case was beginning to irritate Emily Prentiss, actually everything was irritating her today, the bland cheap coffee, the unbearable heat of Yuma, Arizona. The fact that they didn't have any leads, or even any idea of what to do next to catch this unsub. The homeless population was being targeted, and every day they found a new victim with a note from their unsub saying he was just "cleaning up the city" as in brutally stabbing homeless people, he felt he was purging the city of crime. The detectives were not cooperating with them because of some stupid political agenda about being loyal to their oath and not helping feds. The idiot lead detective whose name Emily could not remember had withheld information from them resulting in another murder. Hotch was stark raving mad walking around the precinct sending death glares from his dark eyes to everyone with his hands clasped so tightly his knuckles were white. Aaron Hotchner, her boyfriend of eight months, the same idiot who was also getting to her.

Yes, her beautiful and amazing boyfriend was acting like a douche bag, and Emily was getting quite fed up with him. Okay, maybe it was partly her fault she had to admit, what initially started as innocent flirting had turned into a loud argument between her boyfriend and the lead detective. Emily Prentiss didn't mind innocent flirting from time to time and she did it all the time with Morgan, mostly because it helped ease the tension of their daily lives. She was naturally beautiful with a good heart and easy personality and people noticed that and were often things most males found irresistible. So, when they arrived at the Yuma police precinct and the middle-aged, blonde, blue-eyed detective started flirting with her, she found it entertaining. It started with a simple gesture such as holding her hand longer than necessary when they shook hands, to offering to take her to the crime scene and bringing coffee to her. Emily probably wasn't even aware she was flirting, it came so naturally to her, most times she didn't even realize males were staring at her, so when Detective Calloway offered to take her back to the hotel, she scoffed, shaking her head and laughing.

"Uh, no thanks, I'll just ride with the team" Emily didn't fail to notice the way the detective snickered when she said the word ride. She also didn't fail to notice the way her boyfriend's expression darkened and his brow furrowed. Still, she dismissed it as innocent and went on with her evening like nothing had happened. Most of the time, Aaron Hotchner didn't care about innocent flirting because he knew her heart was his, and it only drove him crazier and hungrier for her. Which meant that he could take all his tension out in bed with her…it made sex between them almost cosmic.

However, he couldn't help the way his stomach knotted when he saw this particular guy looking at his girlfriend like a piece of meat. Aaron began pairing her with him and following her around the station any time the lead detective came near her. At first, Emily found it endearing, but then it really began to irritate her. She loved her boyfriend and she would never cheat on him, but the fact that he was acting so ridiculously jealous of the lead detective really pissed her off. It didn't help that Detective Calloway was constantly on her ass making idiotic comments about being a tough bad guy, and that most women liked real men. Emily laughed, at first, shaking her head, not fully believing his audacity. Hotch interpreted it as an invitation to openly flirt with her, and he was furious, fuming, and he made a comment about not having the time for unprofessional behavior and pulled Emily into a corner asking her to pair with Dave Rossi for the reminder of the case, basically insinuating Emily was selling herself to the detective. She was pissed now and this was just going to end badly, with either Hotch murdering Detective Calloway, or her murdering Hotch, either way things had gotten out of hand.

That evening, when Hotch drove them to the hotel, taking a separate SUV for just the two of them, Emily stared out at the road without saying a word to him.

"Are you sure you're, okay?" He asked for the tenth time that evening, apparently having forgotten his jealous display.

"Fine!"

"Okay, that is the fight "fine" It's all you've said since we left the crime scene, can you please say another word to me?" He asked pulling into the hotel parking lot losing his cool demeanor.

"Fuck you!" She replied opening the door. "There's your other word!" She spat back getting out of the car and slamming the door.

"I liked 'fine' better." He sighed following her.

"I don't see why you're so mad at me." He opined as they were walking into her hotel room before she could slam the door in his face.

"Clearly!" She gritted out throwing her weapon on the bed and going into the bathroom slamming the door shut.

"Can you talk to me, please?" He begged going over to the door and knocking softly, "Emily.…"

"What!?" She snapped opening the door. "What is it that you want me to say, Aaron" her face inches from his.

"So, you think it's completely okay for you to basically throw yourself at that idiot!" His frustration was quickly growing like a fire ready to consume him.

"I wasn't throwing myself at him!" She shouted. "God, you're unbelievable…I didn't even say a word to him."

"You didn't need to say a word." He retorted. "You let him flirt with you and get comfortable enough to talk about how tough he is with the girls and how women like real men and how happy he could make you. And you didn't even say a word to stop him"

"Oh my God, you are so fucking infuriating!" She said running her hand through her hair in exasperation while pacing around the room.

"We were at the police station, Aaron, we work with cops, they run their mouths all the fucking time, you know that very well" This always happened to her, and she was so mad she felt like she was going explode.

"And you love the attention, don't you?" He said furiously.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"Don't you think I've noticed, Emily? How much you enjoy teasing them and having them eating out of your palm."

"Are you calling me a slut? Because if so, then you shouldn't be in a relationship with me, if that's how you feel." She knew if she didn't walk out of the room, then she knew one of the two wasn't going to make it out alive.

"That's not what I mean, and you know it!"

"You know what? No, I don't know what the hell you mean, all I know is that you were being a sexiest asshole, but apparently I'm a whore and l like attention, so.…" She bit out furiously reaching for the hotel key card and heading out the door.

He was quick to grab her wrist pulling her into his embrace, his roller-coaster of emotions finally collapsing altogether, the anger being replaced by a new feeling…lust, and one whole make her his, whether she wanted it or not.

"Let go of me, Hotch." She gritted out trying to free herself from his strong hands.

"No!"

"Aaron…." She warned as his hand circled around her waist, leaving her no room to escape and feeling her breasts pressed against his chest, turning him on even more.

"Do you flirt with men to get to me, Emily, is that what it is?" He pulled her tighter to him, licking at her earlobe.

Emily felt the heat between her legs growing, the sticky moisture trickling already as he held her firm against his hard member. Her mind went blank for a moment and all she could think about was the strong hands that were gripping her hips with his mouth hot against her neck sending goosebumps through her skin.

"Do you enjoy watching me lose my mind for you? Knowing that as soon as I get home, I'm going to rip your clothes off and fuck you against the wall? Is that why you do it?" He growled sinking his teeth against her neck and sliding his hand underneath her underwear, her pussy already wet and eager for him.

"You're so fucking swollen and wet…." He whispered making her hum, her hands involuntarily moving to his neck, undoing his tie and pulling off his suit jacket while her shirt was practically being torn open and buttons flying everywhere. His lips landed hard against her mouth, teeth clashing against teeth.

Emily felt herself being pushed against the desk of the hotel room while she kicking off her boots, and his strong hands yanking her pants down in one smooth move. He hovered over her splitting her open, holding her tightly against the wooden surface. He pushed down her bra pulling one puckered nipple into his mouth, his other hand sliding against her wet folds, fingering her. Emily whimpered closing her eyes as he bit harder into her nipples making her yelp.

"Fuck!"

"That's what you want, isn't it?" He asked eagerly looking at her with lust-darkened eyes and full of something Emily had never seen before. "You pulled off all this so I could fuck you mercilessly?"

"Aaron…." She gritted out unable to articulate any other words.

"Say it!" He ordered, his finger moving faster inside her, his mouth furiously attacking her breasts and collar bone.

"Say it, I want to hear you say it!" He ordered.

"Fuck me." She whimpered throwing her head back, the heat in her stomach growing and extending across her limbs. He ripped her underwear, and undid his zipper, pulling out his cock and slamming it into her, while still fully clothed.

"Fuck." She moaned at the ferocity of his thrust, he didn't bother giving her time to adjust before he began slamming into her, holding her hips against the desk, giving her no room to move. He did a series of hard strokes and then he pulled out completely, only to run the tip of his shaft around her slit teasingly.

"You like real men, don't you, Emily?" his eyes were wild with passion.

"God, yes!" She gritted out biting hard into her jaw, his right hand moving across her chest pinching her nipples and sending electric shocks to her body. He continued teasing her watching her respond in awe so flushed and horny eager for him with her juices dripping out of her, her folds pink and expanded. He loved having her like this, at his mercy ready to beg for more for him to release her from the torture.

"God, Aaron, please…."

"What do you want, Emily?" He asked lowering himself to whisper in her ear. "You want my cock inside you, is that what you want?" he growled licking her ear and pressing his thumb against her clit, doing small circles around it

"Yes, yes, yes, please…fuck, oh God." She cried out as he slammed back into her, his thrusts were rough and feral, their skin slamming against each other and the mixture of juices sticking between them.

"Do you want it harder, Emily?" He asked feeling his own orgasm beginning at the tip of his toes and spreading quickly throughout his body "Do you want me to fuck you hard and fast?"

"Yes, don't stop." She whined arching her back and feeling his hands squeeze her breasts roughly. He began moving at an animal pace, feeling her coated walls squeezing him over and over, her lips moaning his name in a sound that wasn't human. She felt her spine almost splitting in half, biting so hard into her lip she could feel the metallic taste of blood. He fell right after her whimpering something about her being beautiful as he spilled his seed inside her.

His pace didn't slow down until he was completely empty. His work shirt was sticking to his sweaty skin, her flushed body glowing with the scent of their sex filling the room, and his pants coated with their juices. He slowly pulled out of her helping her off the desk and collapsing on the bed next to her. She giggled softly resting against the scratchy hotel comforter. Her bra was still pushed down her breasts, and he gently reached to unclasp the garment tossing it somewhere in the vicinity of the room.

"Did I hurt you?' He queried, reaching to caress her cheek, once his heartbeat had slowed down.

"Of course not." She said looking at him, "Why would you say that?"

"I didn't mean to be so rough." He apologized realizing he might have taken things too far.

"Aaron, it's okay, I can handle intensity." She laughed. "Not that I didn't appreciate the gesture, but what brought this on?" She asked him propping her head on her elbows to look at him.

"I don't know, when I saw you flirting with him, I just lost it, I had to make you mine." She laughed leaning down to place a kiss on his lips.

"Well, any time you want to revisit the events, let me know." She teased standing up from the bed.

"I need a shower." She said swaying her hips walking into the bathroom. "Care to join me and talk more about real men, Agent Hotchner?"

He was up in a second following after her with his eyes already darkening and his body eager to show her just how much of a real man he was.