As the weeks went on Emily continued to push Hotch's buttons. Their relationship was complicated at best. She constantly got under his skin by continually breaking all the rules. Hotch knew that she was breaking them to piss of the Ambassador, and damn did it ever work, but it just made his job harder.
Hotch constantly chased her down and got an earful from Emily and the Ambassador. He was quite literally in the middle of their never-ending feud.
Hotch was slowly starting to understand just how much Emily did not fit in with the Ambassador's political lifestyle. Emily despised it. She was instantly filled with anger when she couldn't escape or avoid a party or a conversation involving politics.
Tonight's fight however, was started when the Ambassador caught Emily smoking outside. To Emily's credit she fought back as good as she got it. The Ambassador told Emily she would never amount to anything and Emily screamed that she didn't care.
"You are a disgrace to this family." Elizabeth spat.
"Really? I'm a disgrace to the family for smoking a cigarette, but dad got away with having three affairs before getting kicked to the curb?" Emily lit another cigarette in front of her mother and took a drag. "Hardly seems fair." She said calmly as she exhaled.
Even though the sun had set and it was getting dark Emily saw the pure anger that flashed through Elizabeth's eyes.
"How dare you say such vile things. Get out of my sight." Elizabeth said in a creepily calm voice.
Emily paused and took another drag. "Well you better close your eyes because I'm finishing this." She replied, waving her cigarette slightly.
Elizabeth refused to say anything more. She walked up the steps and through the door, slamming it closed. Emily heard her mother let out a frustrated scream once inside and it made her smile.
A few minutes later her phone dinged. It was a text from Maddie saying a picture of her giving head was leaked among their friends. Emily started freaking out. If smoking a cigarette made her a disgrace to the family, she couldn't imagine what that picture would make her.
Emily called Maddie and they freaked out together. She sent the picture to Emily and thankfully it was blurry enough that she could deny it was her.
Emily paced across the step. "My mother is going to lose her mind Maddie!" Emily said for the hundredth time, as she dragged her hand down her face. "She flipped out at me because I was smoking earlier." She heard Maddie chuckle. "Seeing a picture of me sucking dick might actually kill her."
"It'll be fine. It hardly looks like you." Maddie reassured.
"Yes but it's me. I know that and you know that and if she ever sees it, she'll know too. I'm fucked. I don't even know who the guy is." Emily sat down on the step and sighed. "Maybe my mother is right. Maybe I am a disgrace."
There was a silence. "Yeah maybe," Maddie replied casually. "But it's much more fun than having a stick up your ass like she does."
"You're not wrong there." Emily paused. "Hey, can you bring me something to take the edge off."
"Yeah sure." Maddie replied. "You want pills, weed, coke? Or?"
"Weed would be wonderful. I feel like I won't be able to sleep without it."
"Ok no problem, meet me at the gate in like 20." Maddie said before hanging up.
A half hour later and Emily was back on the step getting ready to smoke. Hotch had seen her walk back from the gate and just as she was about to light he opened the door and cleared his throat.
Emily's head whipped back as she jumped. "Jesus Hotch, you scared me!"
"Do you really think that's a good idea considering how mad the Ambassador got at a cigarette?" Hotch asked, walking down the steps and ignoring the fact that he scared her.
"Well I don't make good decisions. You know that." Emily dismissed, standing up and facing him.
"Oh I know you don't." Hotch replied dismissingly, causing a slow burn of annoyance to go through Emily.
"Please just leave me alone. I can't think straight right now. I need this to take the edge off." Hotch gave her an unimpressed look. Emily rolled her eyes. "Look, a picture of me sucking off some guy leaked and I don't know how many people have seen it, alright."
Hotch's poker face remained. "If you light that, I have to report it to your mother." Emily opened her mouth to protest but he cut her off. "It's part of my contract Emily. She doesn't want you doing drugs on the property. Those are my orders."
"If my mother sees that picture she will kill me." Emily responded, and Hotch nodded in agreement. "Let. Me. Smoke." Emily's pulse was beating quickly as she tried to keep her rising anger under control.
Hotch shook his head and a frustrated noise came from Emily before she launched at him all at once, crashing her lips to his. Instead of letting the rage build to an unimaginable level like usual, Emily decided not to beat around the bush tonight.
Hotch wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him. Emily's hands went to the back of his neck and hair. She needed something to take the edge off. If Hotch wouldn't let her smoke then she would use him instead.
He backed her into the side of the house, out of sight of any windows or doors. Emily's leg hooked around his as she moaned against his lips. She pushed his jacket off his shoulders and he let it fall to the ground.
In fear that he would change his mind again, Emily untied her light summer dress quickly and let it fall to the ground as well. Hotch pulled away for a second to look at her. She was completely naked in front of him and he growled before roughly kissing her neck. Emily gasped as he bit down on her neck and her body grinded uncontrollably into his.
She guided his hand to her boob and moaned as he rolled her nipple between his rough fingertips. She could feel his dick getting harder against her stomach as she massaged him through his dress pants roughly. She held her breath and hoped he wouldn't freeze again.
Hotch bit her earlobe and moaned in her ear. Emily's eyes rolled back slightly as she listened to his erotic breathing. She grabbed his face and kissed him again. "Fuck me." She whispered against his lips, sucking on his lower lip. "Tell me what you want."
Hotch stepped back and looked into her lust filled eyes. "Get on your knees." He ordered in a breathless husky tone that made Emily's legs feel like jelly.
Emily fell to her knees slowly and looked up at him with big innocent eyes. She reached for his belt, one hand massaged him while the other unzipped his pants. Hotch freed himself from his pants and pushed his dick to her mouth. Emily opened her mouth quickly, taking as much as she could.
Hotch let out a strained moan. He could've finished right there. The Ambassador's bratty daughter was sucking his dick, and doing it better than anyone ever had. He laced his fingers through her hair and held her in place as he fucked her mouth. She moaned around his dick, hardly gagging despite how rough he was. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked harshly, stroking the base of his dick with her hand.
Hotch had to pull away from her after a few minutes so that the fun wouldn't be over to quickly. He stepped back and let his pants drop to the ground while Emily stayed on her knees. Her hand drifted down her body, playing with herself as she waited. She gasped as her fingers made contact with her clit, catching Hotch's attention.
His eyes grew impossibly darker with desire when he looked at her. Emily sat on the ground and spread her legs for him. His eyes flicked to her noticeably dripping pussy before he moved closer to her and pushed her to lie on her back. He lined himself up with her and looked into her eyes, silently asking for permission. When she nodded he thrust into her, eliciting a scream from the back of her throat. Her back arched off the ground, her stiff nipples rubbing against his stiff dress shirt. Her nails dug into his back as Hotch grasped her hips to aid in his thrusts.
The grass was cool against her skin but Emily hardly noticed, as she got lost in how full she felt. His thrusts were powerful and confident, not like the guys her age. Emily grabbed her boobs and tweaked her nipples. "Don't stop fucking me." She begged as he fucked her deeper.
Emily reached forward and grasped Hotch's tie, pulling him down to kiss him again. Emily's other hand laced through his hair at the base of his neck and pulled roughly, earning a groan from Hotch.
Hotch thrust deep inside her and stilled his movements. Emily's head fell back onto the ground as she moaned loudly and her eyes rolled back. "God that's deep." Hotch buried his face into her neck, sucking on her pulse point.
Emily's hips rolled against him, trying to get him to move again. She felt his hot breath on her neck and his breathless moans filled her ears, making her pussy flutter around him.
"Let me ride you." She panted.
Hotch rolled so that he was on his back. Emily climbed over him and positioned herself above his aching dick. She teased herself before letting him slip into her inch by inch. Hotch's fingers dug into her thighs as she teased herself.
"This is torture." He moaned through gritted teeth. Emily smirked at him before sinking all the way down him. Her mouth fell open as she gasped.
Hotch wrapped an arm around her waist and thrust into her. Emily fell forward and braced one hand on his shoulder and one on the ground next to his head. Her nails dug into his dress shirt as he fucked her faster than before. "Oh god!" She moaned as her teeth sunk into her bottom lip and her eyes squeezed shut. "Fuck me harder." She demanded.
Emily wasn't exactly being quiet but the sounds he was eliciting out of her were too amazing to make her stop. Hotch just prayed that no windows were open.
He felt himself quickly approaching his release. "Touch yourself." He whispered and he smirked when he felt her pussy tighten at his words.
Emily snaked her hand down to her clit and set a fast pace. Her body rolled into his as she squirmed and cried out above him. Her orgasm hit her quickly as she choked out a moan. "Fuck me." She collapsed on his chest as the after shocks ran through her body. She listened to Hotch's strained moans in her ear and it made her clench around him. Hotch thrust deep and came as she moaned her approval.
After a minute Emily rolled off of him and sighed. "Yeah that took the edge off." She chuckled breathlessly. It had been fast and desperate and it was just what she had needed.
Hotch scrambled to his feet. "I can't believe we just did that. That can't happen again. That was a mistake." He said quickly as finished doing up his pants and looking around them to see if anyone was lurking in the darkness.
Emily laughed coldly as she stood up and picked her dress off the ground. "Wow, I've never had someone regret fucking me that quickly. Congrats." She deadpanned.
Hotch ran a hand through is hair, trying to fix it. "Emily you know what I mean. This was wildly inappropriate and-"
"Yeah, yeah whatever Hotch. Don't bother, I don't care." Emily said dismissingly as she retied her dress behind her neck. She turned on her heel and walked away as he was putting on his jacket. "Good luck getting those grass stains out of your shirt." She said over her shoulder.
That was the last thing Hotch heard before she slammed the door closed behind her. Hotch let out an annoyed sound. Yet again she got under his skin. She jumped to conclusions and didn't let him properly explain himself. How did she always manage to annoy him?
Hotch headed inside and was relieved that no one seemed to suspect anything. At least they had gotten away with it.
The following few days were torture for Hotch. He desperately wanted to tell Emily he was sorry and to explain his harsh reaction but Emily wanted nothing to do with him.
Hotch knew he fucked up; she was pissed. And if Hotch had learned anything from working at the Prentiss household it was that they could hold grudges. It seemed like every time he entered a room she left. She talked back to him more and she was quicker to tell him to fuck off.
The Ambassador had been cross with Emily at least three times in the last few days for the way she was treating Hotch. Emily didn't listen of course.
The Ambassador called Hotch into her office for an unscheduled meeting one morning and Hotch couldn't stop his mind from going to the worst-case scenario.
Hotch walked into the office and waited for an order. "You can take a seat Agent, I'll just be a moment." Hotch nodded and sat in an awkward silence as he waited for her to clue up whatever she was doing.
She took off her glasses and leaned back in her chair, Hotch instinctively sat up straighter.
"Did something happen with you and Emily?" Elizabeth asked.
Hotch swore he felt his heart stop and his stomach go into his throat. He regained his composure in less than a second. "Happen ma'am, what do you mean?" He asked calmly.
"Well it's just that her tone has changed with you over the past few days, as I'm sure you're aware of." Elizabeth paused. "It seems sudden and otherwise unexplained. I was wondering if you had any insight on the matter."
Hotch pretended to think of a reason why Emily could be giving him the cold shoulder. "I did catch her right as she was about to smoke weed the other night and told her I would have to tell you, as per your request." Hotch replied smoothly after a few moments.
"Ah I see." Elizabeth responded with a smile. Hotch relaxed slightly and allowed himself to breathe. "That would do it." Elizabeth sighed. "I don't know how she ended up the way she is. I think her father let her get away with to many things when we shared custody of her."
Hotch had to resist the urge to roll his eyes at her. Of course it couldn't be anything Elizabeth had done. Emily rebelling against her couldn't possibly have anything to do with Elizabeth's total lack of regard for her daughter's interests or aspirations. After all, Elizabeth was perfect in every way and no one could convince her otherwise.
"I think in the next few days she will calm down and things will be back to normal between us." Hotch explained. Silently, to himself, he hoped that was true.
"I agree. I must say I am impressed with your ability to keep her in line. She usually wears down the staff until they let her get away with breaking the rules. Not that I blame them completely. I know my daughter is stubborn and difficult most of the time." She smiled at Hotch. "I'm impressed that you've managed to stay professional and that you haven't let her get to you."
"Thank you ma'am. I'm happy that you're happy." Hotch said through a tight-lipped smile.
"If there isn't anything else you need to bring to my attention then you may go."
Hotch nodded. "No ma'am. Thank you for meeting with me." Hotch said as he stood up and left her office. When he closed the office door behind him, Hotch let out a deep breath and closed his eyes.
He couldn't work like this. He was in constant fear that Elizabeth or the other staff knew that he slept with Emily. It had been reckless and stupid. He let himself get carried away in passion and now his mind was beating himself up for it. He promised himself that it wouldn't happen again. No matter how amazing it had been.