Emily Prentiss walked into her mother's office for what felt like the millionth time that summer. She plopped down into a comfy chair opposite her mother's desk and sighed. Elizabeth looked up from the stack of papers on her desk briefly; her daughter's less than perfect attire and attitude was already annoying her. Emily had just turned 18 and any hopes that she would become more responsible had gone out the window.
Elizabeth looked over Emily more carefully. Her makeup from the night before was smudged slightly and her hair was messy, as she had just been woken up, despite it being 11:30am.
Elizabeth briefly looked down at the paper in front of her and signed it at the bottom before speaking. "What time did you get home last night?" She asked in a cold professional voice. She glanced up at Emily long enough to see her roll her eyes.
Emily concentrated for a second, trying to form thoughts and sentences through her pounding headache was proving to be difficult. Her least favorite staff member came to wake her up and wouldn't even let her get some coffee before her meeting with her mother. She didn't even bother to wash her face or brush her hair, knowing that her disheveled appearance would piss off her mother.
"I'm not sure." Emily said finally, rubbing her temples to try and stop the ringing in her ears.
"Well think." Her mother responded with venom in her voice.
Emily audibly sighed. "I don't know mother." She groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose and closing her eyes. "Around four I guess."
"Emily you know that is unacceptable. That's far to late. You're not even old enough to drink. Despite my better judgment I allow you to have some alcohol. Why do you always have to go over board?"
"How else am I supposed to survive those stupid galas? I'm surprised you even noticed. You're always so preoccupied." Emily shot back.
Elizabeth's eyes narrowed at Emily and Emily knew she was about to get one-upped. Elizabeth was always up for a challenge, but she took her time. She handed a few documents to one of her assistants and then shooed her out of the room so that they were alone.
No matter what Elizabeth was about to say it wouldn't be a fair fight since the room was spinning for Emily and she felt like she could throw up on command. But Elizabeth didn't like fair fights. She wouldn't be half as successful as she was if she did.
Elizabeth sat back in her chair and looked at Emily. "I saw you spending a fair amount of time with Canadian Ambassador's son, Joshua, last night." Emily's mouth dropped slightly, but she regained her poker face in less than a second and her gaze hardened.
"What I found odd," Elizabeth continued, leaning forward in her seat and folding her hands on her desk. "Was when you brought him upstairs, when the party was downstairs?" She finished, raising an eyebrow.
Emily furrowed her brows. "That was confusing to you? I gave him a tour of my bedroom." She replied with a smirk. "Then I called some of my friends and we went to a house party."
Elizabeth picked up her pen again. "He has a girlfriend. They have been dating for almost a year." Turning her attention back to the papers on her desk.
"All the better." Emily replied, her smirk getting bigger. "Why just be a whore when you can be a home wrecker?"
"Language Emily." Elizabeth scoffed. "I'm not entertaining this nonsense any longer." She dismissed. "The other reason I wanted to speak with you was to tell you that I hired a new staff member and he will be arriving later today. I expect you to be presentable when he arrives and for heavens sake be polite, even if it kills you." Emily rolled her eyes again. "You may go." Elizabeth finished not bothering to look up as she waved her hand, gesturing vaguely to the door.
Emily got up and left without a word. Mission number one of the day should have been to get Advil and some coffee, but instead she had to spar with her mother bright and early. Well it was hardly early anymore, Emily thought as she looked at the clock that read almost noon.
Emily went to the kitchen and poured herself a coffee. She took her first sip and closed her eyes, before feeling the room spin and quickly opening her eyes again. Emily had no idea how much she alcohol she had last night, but she knew she had a really great time so the hangover was worth it. She topped up her mug with coffee before heading back to her room. She gripped the rail tightly as she climbed what felt like an endless number of stairs. Emily shielded her eyes from the midday sun peaking through the large windows in the hallway.
Her mother may have witnessed her sneak off with Josh this time but they did it every time he attended one of their stupid parties, which was around four times a year. Relationship or not Josh always fucked her so good that she could hardly walk in a straight line the next day. A few times he had even spent the night and climbed out her bedroom window the next morning.
Emily laughed as she brought her mug to her lips. Her mother really thought she knew everything. She only knew what Emily wanted her to know. And Emily intended on keeping it that way.
She mustered up enough willpower to get a shower and get dressed. She put her hair up in a messy ponytail because she didn't have the mental of physical strength to deal with it. When she went back downstairs she heard her mother speaking in a pleasant but professional tone. Emily tried to sneak down the hall to get something to eat, but her mother heard her.
"If that's you Emily, come here for a minute." Elizabeth called. Reluctantly Emily turned the corner and walked over to them. "And this is my daughter, Emily." She continued. "Emily this is Agent Aaron Hotchner, he will be working with us for the summer."
Emily looked at him quickly. He was younger than she had expected and assumed he would be about six years older than her. He was tall and overall easy to look at, which was a welcomed change from all the middle-aged men walking around the property.
"Miss Prentiss." He greeted, sticking his hand out and pulling Emily from her thoughts.
"Please call me Emily." She shook his hand. "Nice to meet you Hotchner. If you'll excuse me I was just about to go get something to eat." Elizabeth nodded and let her leave as her and the new agent went into her office.
For the rest of the day Emily nursed her hangover and called to check if her friends were still alive after the party. She didn't see Hotchner for the rest of the day, as he was busy getting a tour of the mansion and the security systems.
It was a big house but it felt like a prison to Emily. She had to keep reminding herself that she only had one more summer there before she would be attending university. Then she could finally get some privacy and freedom. She could finally start living the life that she wanted to. The time away from her mother and politics was an added bonus.
But for now she had to sneak around, and lie to her mother in order to have any fun. It baffled Emily that her mother really expected her to just sit around and do nothing all day. And for Emily to be anxiously waiting for her house to be filled to the brim with uptight politicians talking about the same boring things they always did and expecting Emily to be perfectly poised, interested, and well spoken.
Emily chuckled to herself and wondered where her mother had gone so wrong. Her mother probably never would've had children if she knew someone like Emily would be the outcome.
Emily walked in front of the mirror in her room. She leaned in and examined her appearance carefully. She ran her finger along the bottom of her bottom lip, cleaning up her lipstick. She stood up straight and looked at her reflection once more.
She smirked at her reflection. It was hard work being the family disappointment, but somebody had to do it.
Hotch had been working for them for a week and Emily could already tell her was a stickler for the rules. Emily decided to give him a grace period to get comfortable in his new job before he would let her get away with stuff. All the staff members at some point let her get away with breaking the rules because she was so difficult to work with that they eventually just gave in.
Emily also decided to give him a nickname. They were in the kitchen one morning and the sun was bright, the light was flooding in. Emily was wearing her pajama shorts and tank top while Hotch was wearing his full suit already. Emily silently wondered if owned any other clothing.
Emily stared at him as he got his coffee. She knew it was probably inappropriate but he was new and exciting in the otherwise boring old household.
She watched as Hotch stirred his coffee, still not facing her. "Why are you staring at me?" He asked as he turned to face her finally.
Emily jumped in her seat, and saw Hotch smirk for a second. She regained her composure quickly. "I think I'm going to call you Hotch. Frankly, Hotchner is to long." She declared.
Hotch looked at her blankly for a second. "Fine." He said simply before leaving her alone in the kitchen.
That's how most of her interactions with Hotch went so far. Simple, short, and little to write home about. He did spend an awful lot of time watching her every move and reporting it to her mother. She had gotten a lecture or two because of him and that annoyed Emily but she understood that he was trying to get on her mother's good side.
Emily chuckled to herself. The new ones always tried to get on the Ambassador's good side. Too bad Elizabeth didn't have a good side. Emily felt bad, but Hotch seemed smart so he would figure it out sooner or later.
A few days after Emily gave Hotch his nickname, Emily was hiding from her mother the best she could. Elizabeth wanted to talk to her about some party they would be having at the mansion and Emily wanted nothing to do with it. She hated the galas more than anything. They practically bored her to death.
So she was avoiding her mother like the plague and it was working until she heard footsteps to her right, coming from the direction of the house.
"The Ambassador wishes to see you." Hotch stated when he finally found Emily reading in the backyard. The garden was well taken care of. The paths were lined with short hedges and purple flowers. Emily was sitting under a pear tree on a wooden bench. The perfect secluded and hidden area to read.
Emily sighed, putting her finger on the page to keep her spot as she looked up at Hotch. "Tell her I left." Hotch shook his head no. "Ok then, just tell her you couldn't find me."
"For the tenth time today, I'm not going to lie to the Ambassador." Hotch responded in a flat tone, hiding his annoyance.
Emily removed her sunglasses and stood up in front of him, pushing out a frustrated whine. "Why can't you just give me a break? Even my least favorite staff members lie for me every now and then. What's it gonna take? Can I bribe you?" Emily asked as a last stitch effort.
"I will not lie to my boss for you in exchange for money." Hotch stated.
Emily stepped a little closer to him. "Who said anything about money?" She said in a low sultry voice, looking up at him through her long lashes.
Hotch stepped away from her. "I will tell the Ambassador to expect you in ten minutes." He replied before turning on his heel and walking back towards the mansion. He heard Emily's annoyed groan and it made him smirk. He had definitely won that encounter.
Emily went to talk to her mother and it was terrible. Elizabeth briefed her on party plans and expectations. For the first half of the next week the house was in a party planning frenzy. Her mother had already fired one party planner and Emily suspected the new one wouldn't last long.
Elizabeth was micro managing everything and Emily felt bad for the workers. It was the first big gala of the summer so Elizabeth wanted things to go better than flawlessly. Elizabeth was excited while Emily was hoping that the party would come and go quickly.
On Friday, the day of the gala, party planners were running around adjusting giant flower arrangements and the house was filled with the smell of delicious appetizers. Emily had already been shooed out of the kitchen for eating to many of them. She walked through the house and located the bar, stocked with bottles of all shapes and sizes. That would be saving grace tonight.
That evening Emily was finishing getting ready in her room. A stylist had already done her hair and makeup and she thanked them before shooing them away. She pulled on the long, tight navy blue dress that her mother had picked out for her. She looked herself over in the mirror and shrugged. It wasn't her style but it would get her mother off her ass for the night so it was worth it.
A gentle knock on the door pulled her from her thoughts. "Come in." She called out, turning to see who it was.
Hotch entered her room. "So you're the poor soul who has been assigned to babysit me tonight." Emily said with a smirk.
"That's correct." Hotch responded. "You're mother is expecting you downstairs in five minutes. I was just making sure you hadn't jumped out the window."
Emily turned her attention back to her reflection. "You really thought you would be able to find me in five minutes?" Emily asked, adjusting the top of her dress so it would sit where it needed to. "I like a man with unrealistic goals." She mumbled, even though she knew Hotch could hear.
"Can you zip me up?" Emily asked, moving her hair to the side and exposing her back. Hotch walked across her room and gently grasped the tiny zipper and pulled it up smoothly. "Okay, I think I'm ready to walk through hell." Emily stated as she gave herself a final look over.
She turned and Hotch nodded at her, going to the door and opening it for her. They met her mother at the top of the stairs and although she approved of the dress overall, she still had to say something negative about how it looked on Emily. It was lower cut than Elizabeth had thought but it was too late to do anything about it. Her mother also disapproved of her deep red lipstick, but Emily expected that. It was what inspired her to pick it.
Once the party started and the mansion began to fill with people Hotch had to admit, it was difficult keeping tabs on security and keeping track of Emily at the same time. He had lost her for the second time in an hour. The first time he found her by the bar, ordering her third drink even though the Ambassador only allowed her to have two. But this time she wasn't by the bar and Hotch couldn't see her through the sea of black suits.
Hotch noted that during his next meeting with the Ambassador he would suggest that Emily wear brighter colored dresses so that she stood out more in the crowd and would be easier to find.
Hotch continued to look for Emily in the mansion.
Emily, however, was outside with her back pressed against the brick wall just out of view of the big dining room windows. She could hear the murmur of the party behind her. She ran her hands through Ryan's short hair as he kissed along her neck. She shivered when he bit down and sucked at the base of her neck.
Ryan was the son of someone important. She couldn't possibly keep track of everyone's titles or their significance and she hardly cared anyway. But she had met Ryan quite a few times throughout the years.
They had hit it off that night. Ryan had gotten her a drink and his cynical jokes about certain guests made her laugh. When Emily suggested they get some fresh air and some privacy she saw his pupils dilate slightly as he nodded, before they squeezed through the crowd to get outside to the back garden.
Emily pulled his face back to hers and his lips crashed against hers. Their tongue's tangled and he groaned as she dragged her nails across the base of his neck to his shoulder. Ryan's hand moved down the smooth fabric of her dress to her ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. He pulled her lower half flush to his and Emily moaned as she felt his arousal against her stomach.
Ryan's other hand moved up the curve of her waist to her boobs, trapped in her tight dress. "You are driving me crazy." He whispered in her ear when he felt her hand rub his dick through his dress pants. "Let's get out of here." Emily felt a wave of heat rush through her body and nodded eagerly in agreement.
She grasped his hand and was about to take him to the far end of the garden, where there was a gazebo with some patio furniture. It would be dark, quiet and private. When she turned around however, Hotch was standing a few feet away looking at them.
"The fuck do you want?" Emily huffed, still slightly out of breath and dazed.
"I was asked to keep watch over you tonight, you know that." Hotch stated blandly.
Emily glanced at Ryan. "Well in that case, Ryan and I are going to the gazebo for some privacy. You can watch if you want, I don't mind." She smirked as she saw his gaze harden in anger. She pulled on Ryan's hand and after a few seconds they disappeared into the darkness of the garden.
Hotch thought for a second debating on what to do. He should check and see if she was actually at the gazebo or if she was leaving the property. The Ambassador would be mad if she left the property and she would be furious if her daughter was fucking someone out in the open. After a minute he decided to follow them. He crept through the dark garden quietly.
The gazebo was slightly illuminated and Hotch figured that Emily had turned on the lantern. As he got closer he heard Emily giggle. Hotch hid behind a tall hedge and decided to watch for a few minutes to make sure she was safe. Emily and Ryan were sitting on one of the couches that surrounded a propane fire pit.
Emily had pulled her dress up over her thighs so that she could straddle Ryan's lap. She rolled her hips and hummed her pleasure. Ryan made quick work of the zipper on her dress. He quickly peeled the top of her dress off exposing her boobs to him. He massaged them before taking a stiff nipple into his mouth. Emily's hand laced through his hair and held him in place. Her head fell back and she squirmed above him.
Her other hand worked between them. She undid his belt and pulled the zipper of his dress pants down. Her hand massaged his dick through his boxers causing Ryan's hips to buck.
"You're so fucking hard." She moaned her approval.
She felt herself get wetter as she realized they were going to fuck right outside her house where anyone of the 250 people could come and find them any moment. And the fact that Hotch might be watching them made her smirk. She had never been this brazen before and it turned her on to no end. If her mother saw her she would be dead where she stood, or in this case where she sat.
Emily freed Ryan from his boxers and positioned herself above him. She slowly sank down on his dick and they both moaned in pleasure.
"Fuck me." She moaned, her dark eyes meeting his. Ryan moved so that he could thrust into her, filling her completely each time. Emily yelped in pleasure as he went as deep as he could.
Ryan crashed his lips to hers and swallowed her moans. Hotch was still watching from the sidelines. He knew he should leave, if Emily found out he was watching she would never let him live it down. It was inappropriate and unprofessional. He could get fired. Those thoughts ran through his mind quickly but he couldn't bring himself to move. He was hypnotized by the way Emily bounced and Hotch knew that her cries of pleasure would be burned into his memory for a long time.
Emily moved the fabric of her long dress to the side so that she could touch herself. "Make me cum Ryan." She purred. Ryan gripped her hips and stilled their movements, burying himself as deep as he could. He pushed and pulled on her hips, making her grind on him.
"Oh God yes!" Emily all but screamed. She put a hand over her mouth to quiet herself but Ryan quickly took her hand away and held it behind her back.
"Scream for me." He grunted as he created a rhythm that was just short of pure bliss.
Emily felt her release building quickly. She could hardly breathe and her moans came out strained and high-pitched. Her eyes squeezed shut and her head fell back, exposing her neck. Ryan immediately bit at her before running his tongue over it to sooth the pain.
Ryan released her arm and Emily moved it to grip Ryan's shoulder for leverage as her orgasm crashed through her. Her body twitched above his and her fingers dug into his shoulder as she cried out. "Fuck yes!"
She collapsed onto his chest as she came down from her high. Ryan wrapped his arms around her torso and resumed his deep, fast thrusts. His breathy moans and curses in her ear made her clench around him. Ryan came deep inside her with a low groan.
They stayed like that for a minute before Emily got off him and flopped on the other side of the couch. She ran a hand through her hair and sighed. Ryan looked over at her and she giggled.
"You are by far the hottest girl I've ever met." He said with a smile. Emily returned one before standing up and pulling her dress back up over her boobs.
Hotch couldn't believe he had watched them the whole time. He had been gone from the party for at least 20 minutes. He quietly backed away before speed walking through the garden and slipping back into the mansion, hoping that no one noticed he was gone. He also had to work extra hard to ignore his arousal. He was almost embarrassed of himself, but any man would've had the same reaction to the Ambassador's bratty daughter being fucked senseless.
Ryan undid his pants so that he could tuck his shirt back in before zipping his pants up again. Emily turned her back to him. "Zip me up." Ryan zipped her dress up smoothly before planting kisses along her shoulder. Emily's eyes fluttered closed before she turned to face him. She kissed him again, this time slower and sweeter and Ryan's arms held her waist naturally.
When they parted Emily looked at his hair and laughed. "Your hairstyle is a dead giveaway." She said before running her hands through it and fixing it.
"We should get back." Ryan said and Emily agreed. They started walking through the garden towards the house. "I think I need another drink." Ryan stated.
"You deserve one." Emily laughed as they approached the mansion and slipped seamlessly back through the crowd.