Emily stormed off after apologizing to the guy who she was about to run off with. She heard the front door close and Hotch's footsteps following behind her.
"You are infuriating." Emily huffed out as she saw Hotch in her peripheral vision.
"I'm just doing my job." Hotch stated firmly.
"I don't remember your job title being "Professional cock block". Did you get promoted or something?" Emily mocked, as they walked up the giant staircase.
"Emily." He responded in an authoritative tone that made her shiver. "Remember, we talked about this."
Emily rolled her eyes, trying to walk faster through the mansion and getting more annoyed when he easily kept up with her. "Yeah whatever. You ruined my night and you really didn't have to."
She stopped at the end of the hallway, in front of her door, and glared at him.
"Well I'm sorry you feel that way but I had strict orders to keep you on the property tonight. And tonight that involved stopping you from leaving with some over sexed teenager." Hotch replied.
"Why do you never let me do anything? You know my mother doesn't do personal references, right?" Emily asked, crossing her arms under her chest and watching as Hotch's eyes flashed down for a second. "My mother is already impressed with you. Just let me break the rules every now and then. It won't kill you."
"Maybe it will." Hotch responded simply, shrugging his shoulders.
"Now because of you I'm going to have to climb out of my window later, scale the house, and walk all the way to the gate just to have lousy sex with this guy. That's a lot more effort than it had to be."
Hotch raised an eyebrow at her. "Thanks for the heads up. I guess you didn't know that I'm working the night shift tonight?" He said with a small smile.
She let out a frustrated groan, which made Hotch smile bigger.
Emily closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "You are getting on my last nerve. I'm pissed, I'm horny, and you just ruined my chances of getting fucked tonight." She stepped closer to him, even in heels he was still a head taller than her. "Leave. Me. Alone." She spat through gritted teeth.
She stared into his eyes and to his credit he stayed quiet. Emily could have sworn she saw his pupils dilate. She had never been this close to him and yet they were still standing almost a foot apart. Her eyes fluttered, as she smelled his cologne. She was so worked up that she could see herself gripping his suit jacket and pulling him to her, kissing him and guiding him back into her bedroom. He would defiantly be a better fuck than the other guy.
Before she had the chance, he stepped away from her. "As you wish." He replied before turning and walking back down the hall towards the stairs.
Emily's mouth fell open slightly as she watched him leave. She went into her bedroom and flopped onto the bed. She sighed and stretched, her hands moving from her face, and down her neck. She closed her eyes and smelled Hotch's cologne again. Her hand travelled lower to touch her boobs over her tank top. She momentarily convinced herself they were Hotch's hands instead of hers. When she grasped her boobs and squeezed slightly she moaned. One hand drifted past her boobs and went to the button of her jeans.
All at once her mind shifted to the day before when Hotch had snitched on her for drinking wine before noon without permission. That stunt earned her a 15-minute lecture from her mother.
And just like that her mood was wrecked. She slammed her fists against the bed and groaned. That was the second time that Hotch prevented her from getting some release that night.
She opted for a long cold shower and then a midnight snack instead. Her hair was damp as she quietly went down to the kitchen and got some pretzels and a beer. She went outside to the wraparound deck and sat on the steps. She lit a cigarette and enjoyed the first few puffs.
It was a quiet and calm night. The warmth of summer remained even though the sun had set hours ago. The sky was clear and there were thousands of stars. Emily relaxed.
Emily heard the door open and close behind her. She didn't have to look up to know it was Hotch.
"Does your mother know you smoke?" He asked before she could see him.
Emily blew the smoke from her lungs. "No, but I guess she will now." She sighed.
Hotch walked over to her and sat on the step with her. "I think we can keep that between us." He replied.
Emily put out the cigarette and looked at him with a raised brow.
Hotch shrugged. "I feel kind of guilty for making you mad tonight." Emily smiled, even though he wasn't looking at her. "And you were right."
That peaked her interest. "What was I right about?"
Hotch tensed before speaking. "I didn't have strict orders to keep you on the property. The Ambassador told me to try and keep you here but it wasn't life or death like I may have acted."
Emily turned her body to lean against the post and face him; Hotch did the same on the opposite post. "Then why did you kick up such a fuss?" Emily asked.
There was a long pause, Hotch wondered if he should lie or tell the truth. "I know it's not my place to say," He looked at her briefly before turning his head to look at the dark night sky. "But that guy wasn't worth your time. He looked like a drunk twig." Hotch finished, scrunching his nose for emphasis.
Emily snorted. "Yeah you're probably right. I'll let you get away with it this time, but next time I will punch you. I promise."
"Got it." Hotch said smiling at her before getting up and leaving her alone again.
Emily smiled to herself. That was the first nice moment she had with Hotch since he had started. Maybe this was the start of something. A decent friendship, maybe?
The very next day however, Hotch disappointed her. Emily was fuming in the kitchen, pacing and trying to keep it under control.
She was 18 years old and her mother had the audacity to take away her phone. Hotch had told her mother who Emily was planning on running off with and not only was he a drunk twig according to Hotch, but he was also the son of someone who the Ambassador had bad relations with.
Elizabeth had been completely irrational and accused this guy of trying to get information out of Emily to tell to his father. She had yelled at Emily for being dimwitted and shortsighted for not thinking straight. She even went so far to say he would try and knock Emily up on purpose to make the whole family look bad.
Emily was pissed and she shouted, "I didn't know anything about your stupid feud with this family, I didn't even know the guys name for Christ's sake!"
Shockingly that revelation didn't make the situation any better. Her mother called her every name in the book until Emily told her to fuck off and stormed out of the office, slamming the door on her way out.
Emily stormed off to the kitchen where she knew no one would be. She ran her shaking hands through her hair and tried to breathe slow and deep. She closed her eyes and put her head in her hands, resting her elbows on the counter. She didn't know how long she was there but when she felt herself stop shaking and her heartbeat starting to calm down she stood up. She turned towards the door to leave and saw Hotch standing in the doorway.
The anger came back with vengeance when their gazes met. "Get out of my sight." She shot as she tried to move past him. Hotch moved quickly to block her way. "Move!"
"Let's just talk about this for a minute." He replied in an oddly calming tone.
"I don't want to hear you say for the millionth time "you were just doing your job". Fuck off." She mocked. Her eyes narrowed at him as she tried to move past him again.
Hotch gripped her arms lightly. "Listen to me, I didn't know about the feud either." He tried to reassure her quickly. "If I had I wouldn't have said anything."
Emily avoided his eye contact. "Call me crazy but I don't believe you."
They heard someone walking down the hall towards them. Hotch was supposed to be surveying a different part of the mansion so he pulled on Emily's arm and guided her into the pantry. Emily huffed a protest but allowed him to pull her, and watched as he closed the door behind them.
"I'm going to say it so plug your ears." He warned. "I was doing my job." Emily rolled her eyes, not meeting his gaze. "Believe it or not you are very important to your mother and she doesn't want anything bad to happen to you. I'm partly responsible for making sure you're safe."
"I just wish you would lighten up." Emily brushed off.
Anger flashed in Hotch's eyes. Lighten up? On her wellbeing and safety? Sometimes Hotch forgot that she was a stubborn, bratty, 18 year old.
"Why don't you listen?" He said in a frustrated tone.
"Why don't you listen?" Emily shot back. "This summer has been terrible because I can't get away with anything."
"Sorry I won't let you drink yourself to sleep every night or give you money to buy drugs or give you a thumbs up as you suck off some random guy."
Emily's mouth fell open. She had never heard Hotch be so brazen. She slapped him across the face and he winced, shutting his eyes. When he opened them and looked back at Emily, her face was flushed with rage and her breathing was fast and erratic.
He made the mistake of looking at her lips and then back up to her eyes. He saw her pupils dilate and he stepped forward, unable to stop himself and crashed his lips to hers.
Emily's hand went to his hair immediately as she moaned against his lips. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and wrestled hers. It was a messy and desperate kiss as they pawed at each other frantically.
Hotch pulled her body flush against his and groaned when she wrapped a leg around his. He pushed her back against the wall of the pantry, maybe a little to hard, as Emily separated from him briefly to uncontrollably gasp.
Hotch roughly kissed her neck and jawline. He had never felt so turned on and so angry at the same time. Emily gasped and moaned as she pulled on his short hair and grinded her body against his as she felt him getting hard.
Hotch kissed and sucked at her pulse point and Emily knew he would leave marks all over her skin but she didn't care, she never wanted him to stop.
Emily moved her hand behind her back and undid her bra. Hotch removed her shirt and marveled at her for a brief moment. The last time he had seen her topless was when he watched her fuck that guy at the gala weeks ago. He roughly grasped them before taking a stiff nipple into his mouth.
Emily gasped. She loved his roughness. She felt like she was being manhandled and she could feel how angry he was at her. He bit down and all her thoughts scattered. "Fuck." She moaned, biting her lip and pushing on his head to take more of her.
She knew she wasn't exactly being quiet but she couldn't bring herself to care as Hotch moved to her other nipple, leaving the first one tender and red.
Emily's hand went from his hair to his dress shirt. She couldn't be bothered to unbutton all of those tiny buttons as her hand moved down to his pants. She rubbed his dick roughly and whispered "Fuck me" and Hotch froze.
It was like cold water had been poured on him as all at once he realized what they were doing. He removed his mouth from her and for a few seconds only the sounds of their harsh breath filled the pantry.
"We can't do this." He stated quietly, backing away from her. He looked at her with wide eyes. Her hair was disheveled, her lips were slightly swollen, and dark marks were forming along her neck and chest, all because of him.
Emily's mouth almost hit the floor. "Are you serious?" She whispered as she tried and failed to catch her breath. When he nodded she let out a frustrated growl. "You are infuriating. What the fuck is wrong with you?"
Hotch said nothing. He picked up her the shirt that he had thrown behind him and gave it to her. "I have to get back." He said before practically running out of the pantry leaving her alone.
Hotch went to the bathroom to wash cold water on his face and fixed his hair. He was in disbelief that he almost fucked his boss's daughter while he was supposed to be working. He stared at himself and repeated that it would never let it happen again. And for a moment he almost believed it. He made his way out of the bathroom and up to his office.
Meanwhile Emily had put on her shirt and left the pantry. She wouldn't be able to look at the pantry without blushing for a long time. Her heart rate was still going wild, and she could feel how wet she was. She needed a release. She went up to her bedroom and fucked herself with her bright purple dildo. It did the trick but Emily knew it wasn't half as good as the real thing. Emily splashed cold water on herself before sneaking back downstairs and stealing a bottle of wine.
She avoided Hotch like the plague for the rest of the day and drank the whole bottle. She was embarrassed that she had asked him to fuck her and she was pissed off that he didn't.
Once Hotch's shift finally ended he locked his office door and jerked off. He had been aroused for hours so it only took the memory of Emily's breathy moan and 30 seconds before his release. It wasn't nearly as satisfying as having Emily grind on him and moan in his ear but it did the trick.
He had trouble falling asleep that night even though he was exhausted. Every time he closed his eyes he saw visions of Emily throwing her head back in pleasure and moaning as he sucked on her skin.
Hotch was just afraid that this would make things awkward between them. He was mad at himself for stopping. Maybe Emily was right, maybe he did need to lighten up.
Hotch woke up abruptly the next morning to the staff trying to find Emily. He was quickly informed that she had snuck out late last night. The security cameras showed her going to the gate and getting in a car with her friends before driving off.
Hotch was relieved that she was with friends and not in danger. He went to her room and it was a mess of clothes and belongings across the bed and the floor.
Elizabeth was up in arms. Yelling at staff to get Emily back because they were having an important dinner that night and Emily was supposed to be attending.
The staff spent all morning trying to contact and trace Emily but with no luck. Hotch was impressed, when Emily wanted to disappear she did it well. Hotch had an idea of where she was but he kept it to himself.
During his break he went to a coffee shop downtown that he knew she frequented. As he approached it he saw Emily through the glass window with her nose in a book. He walked in and made eye contact with her before ordering his coffee.
Emily's eyes widened over the spine of the book when she saw him but she didn't move. Hotch paid for his coffee and left, without so much as another glance in her direction. Emily sighed, she knew her phone would ring any minute now or she would be ushered home by staff. But minutes passed and she was still alone. She left the coffee shop in peace at 3:00pm, the same time her friend got off work, and went to her friends house again.
The two drank and watched movies all night. Emily actually felt relaxed for the first time in a long time, as they talked about their dreams and smoked weed.
Emily was in a fantastic mood all night. Hotch actually let her get away with something. She hadn't expected him to let her get away with running away, especially when she was missing an important dinner. Emily knew there would be hell to pay when she got home and she wondered how long her mother would yell at her.
The next afternoon Emily packed up her things and her friend dropped her off at the gate. The security guard immediately spoke to the microphone on his lapel when she stepped out of the car.
She walked the two-minute walk up the driveway and by the time she was at the door her mother was standing there waiting for her, Hotch standing next to her.
"My office now." She said sternly, before storming off. Emily glanced at Hotch and flashed him a quick smile before following her mother down the hall. Emily swore she saw Hotch smile a little as well.
Elizabeth sat down behind her desk. She leaned back in her chair and stared at Emily with narrowed eyes. Emily had always thought her desk was oversized. She suspected that it made her mother feel powerful, and important but to Emily she just looked small.
Emily heard Hotch close the door behind her as she sat down in her chair opposite the desk. The light of the early afternoon came in through the windows and made the office look a lot more cheerful than it ever was.
"Where were you?" Elizabeth asked simply.
"I was at Maddie's." Emily responded, not bothering with the usual back and forth, knowing that the truth would piss off her mother more than enough.
Elizabeth sighed. "Great. How much did you drink and what drugs did you take?" She was very familiar with Maddie and her interests.
"Why does it matter? I'm here and I'm alive. Isn't that good enough?"
Elizabeth's gaze narrowed at her again. If looks could kill.
"We drank enough. And we only smoked weed." Emily paused, loving the relief that washed over her mother's face. "And took a handful of pills." She finished, trying her best to stop herself from smirking. Emily couldn't help it, pissing off her mother was always so fun.
"Oh for God's sake Emily! I can't believe how reckless you are." Elizabeth said, raising her voice. "Not to mention how much you embarrassed me last night. Everyone was asking where you were. You just ran away without contacting anyone." Elizabeth just sighed, not wanting to be vulnerable and show that she had been genuinely worried about Emily. "I almost called the authorities you know."
Emily scoffed. "The key word being almost. No bad press for you, right mother? Even if you daughter is dead on the side of the road."
"That's not true and you know it Emily." Elizabeth scowled. She paused. "You reek of weed." She scrunched up her face for emphasis. "This is why you haven't heard from Yale yet, or any of the other universities."
Emily raised an eyebrow at her. "Because I smell like weed? They can smell me all the way in Connecticut?"
Elizabeth ignored her. "You make poor decisions and they can tell from your application. You need to grow up sooner or later or you'll never get into a good school." Emily stayed silent.
Emily would never talk about her insecurities to her mother but yet somehow her mother always figured them out. Emily had tried not to think about how she hadn't gotten her letter from Yale yet. She tried not to make it a big deal but it kept her up almost every night.
"Are we done here?" Emily asked, disassociating from her thoughts and putting her bratty, pissed off mask back on.
"Drop your phone on my desk. You are not to leave the house for the next two days at least. And we are getting you drug tested." Elizabeth said sternly.
Emily rolled her eyes as she stood up and dropped her phone on the desk, watching as it loudly and dramatically bounced a couple of times before settling. She turned on her heel and left the office.
Emily walked into the living room that no one ever used and sat down on the stylish but uncomfortable couch. Her leg bounced on the floor quickly as she bit her nails and stared out the window. She tried to convince herself that it was still early in the summer and that's why she hadn't gotten her letter yet.
After a few minutes Hotch found her. She looked over her shoulder at him. "You're good at finding me." She deadpanned.
"Maybe you're just predictable." Hotch countered with a slight smile.
"Thanks for not saying anything yesterday." Emily said, as Hotch sat down on the other side of the couch.
"Don't get used to it." Hotch replied quickly. He paused. "Consider it an apology for the other day." Emily raised a questioning eyebrow at him. "In the pantry." He whispered.
Emily mouthed a simple 'oh'. "It was very unprofessional and it won't happen again." Hotch rambled.
Emily chuckled. "Well, now that is something you have to apologize for."
Hotch scoffed lightly. They sat in silence. "How pissed off would you be if I gave you a mini lecture on how dangerous it is to mix alcohol and pills?"
Emily thought for a second. "On a scale of 1-10? A solid 7." Hotch nodded.
Another pause. "Well, it is pretty dangerous. Especially when you don't know wh-" Emily put her hand up to stop him.
"Let's not and say we did." Emily said shortly. "I can't handle another lecture right now."
Hotch chuckled. "The Ambassador went easy on you and we both know that."
Emily still had a little bit of a hangover and maybe a little bit of a lingering high. "Whatever. I need to go lie down." She said before she stood up and stretched her arms above her head.
Hotch's eyes flicked to her toned stomach as her shirt rose slightly. He cleared his throat and stood up as well. "I'll check on you in an hour."
Emily walked out of the room. "Wake me up and I'll punch you." She warned over her shoulder.
Emily walked up the never-ending stairs and finally made it to her bedroom. Having a big house was overrated at times like this. Although they were handy when she wanted to hide from staff and her mother.
When she got to her room she flopped on her bed and fell asleep quickly. She slept soundly until she heard a knock at her door. She ignored it but then the door opened.
"Emily, are you alive?" Hotch whispered.
"Fuck off." She groaned, burying her head in her pillows.
"Always nice talking to you." Hotch said sarcastically before closing the door again and letting her drift back to sleep.