Hotch and Emily didn't fuck three times a week as Emily had suggested. It was closer to once a week. Hotch would get so worked up that he couldn't resist her. She was a great source of stress relief. And a few times Hotch had pushed her to limits on purpose and she initiated it.
It was pretty even, which made Hotch feel better because if they ever got caught, their relationship couldn't be blamed solely on him. Not that it was much of a relationship. And Hotch knew that no matter what he would get blamed for the whole relationship if they got caught, there was no avoiding that.
Even though Emily was the one who couldn't control her volume when they were together and was bound to be the reason they got caught someday.
Emily was sitting on her bed staring at the unopened Yale letter in front of her. Multiple staff members had come up to her room and told her dinner was ready but she wasn't hungry. She was too terrified to eat.
She had gotten the letter a few hours ago and ever since then she had been sitting and staring at it. Unable to muster up the courage to open it. The content of the letter decided her future. Whether she had to stay in hell for another year or if she could start living her life the way she wanted to.
Hotch knocked on the door. He was ready to resume the fight they were having earlier in the day, and ultimately end up fucking.
Emily mumbled come in and he entered her room. He stopped briefly before closing the door behind him. She was sitting cross-legged on the bed and she hadn't bothered to look up at him.
"Everything ok?" He asked cautiously as he approached the bed.
"I can't open it." Emily stated, looking up at him briefly. "I literally can't bring myself to open it."
As Hotch stood at the edge of the bed he saw that it was from Yale. "You can open it." He said gently.
Emily looked up at him. "No I can't." She snapped at him. "What if it says I didn't get in?"
Hotch took off his suit jacket and laid it on the bed before sitting down next to her. "Emily, you know it's going to say you got in."
Emily scoffed. She got off the bed and began pacing in front of Hotch, biting her nail. "I'm scared."
Hotch stayed quiet for a minute and watched as she paced and picked at her nails. "Do you want me to open it?" He asked.
Emily stopped pacing and nodded slightly. Hotch picked up the letter and opened it. He unfolded the letter slowly as Emily held her hands to her chest and held her breath.
He read the first sentence to himself before looking up at Emily, who had anticipation in her eyes. "You're in." He said finally.
Emily gasped, her eyes wide. "Seriously?" She whispered.
When Hotch nodded, Emily quietly screamed, jumped up and down, and wore the biggest smile that Hotch had seen her sport all summer. He smiled back at her. "I can't believe it!" Emily exclaimed with a giggle.
She tackled Hotch and he fell backwards on the bed with a laugh. "I can." He assured as wrapped her arms around her waist and gave her a gentle hug.
Emily pulled away from him slightly. "Sorry, I'm just excited." She explained, suddenly shy as she rolled off of him and onto her back. "I can't wait to tell my mother and rub it in her face." She said, looking up at the ceiling. "Amount to nothing my ass."
Hotch sat back up. He didn't want to ruin her mood by continuing their earlier fight. "I'm happy for you. Congratulations Emily." They smiled at each other. "I should probably go." He said as he got up from the bed.
Emily sat up and looked at him with confusion. "Where are you going?" Hotch gestured to the door. "So I don't get a celebratory fuck? Or orgasm, at the very least."
Hotch scratched the back of his neck. "Well we aren't fighting. Don't you think it would be a little weird?"
Emily shrugged. "Maybe." She paused. "You could watch me." She suggested as her hand drifted up and down her body. Hotch sat back down at the edge of her bed and Emily couldn't suppress the smile that graced her face.
She wiggled out of her pants, crossing her legs before stripping off her shirt as well. Hotch stared at her boobs immediately. "Do you ever wear a bra?"
Emily shook her head as her hands travelled to her boobs. Massaging them gently before pulling lightly at her nipples. Emily felt herself get wet as Hotch watched her every move. She reached over to her bedside drawer and took out her vibrator. Hotch's eyes grew wide.
Emily turned it on and a low buzz filled the quiet room. Emily placed it on her nipple and gasped at the contact. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Hotch shift slightly.
She quickly moved the vibrator down her body towards her center. She lightly placed it over her underwear, teasing herself. A low moan left her lips as her hips rolled softly.
Emily reached down to take off her underwear and Hotch pulled them off of her legs. When the vibrator made contact with her clit her head fell back onto the pillows. "Fuck me." She moaned.
Emily looked at Hotch and saw his gaze locked onto her pussy. He licked his lip subconsciously and Emily's eyes rolled back slightly. She could only imagine what his tongue could do to her.
She turned the vibrations up and gasped. Hotch's eyes met hers. Emily could see his erection through his stiff dress pants. She felt bad but then again she had offered to fuck him.
Emily's other hand drifted to her pussy and two of her fingers easily slid inside her. She bit her lip to suppress a groan.
"I wish you would fuck me." She moaned, locking eyes with Hotch again.
His pupils dilated and he shifted in his seat again. Emily moved the vibrator slightly and her back arched as it hit the perfect spot. She gritted her teeth as her orgasm washed over her. Her body grinded into the toy as she rode out her high.
After a minute, she turned the vibrator off and dropped it next to her. When she opened her eyes Hotch was staring at her. She removed her fingers from her pussy and smiled devilishly. She brought her fingers up to her lips and licked them clean.
Hotch's mouth fell open slightly. Emily grinned at him. He moved from his spot and all but tackled her. His lips were on hers in a second. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and tasted her. He groaned against her lips. He pulled away for a second. "Fuck, you taste good." He mumbled before kissing along her jawline. Emily whimpered at his words.
Emily's hand held his head in place as she wrapped her legs around his torso. She felt his hard dick against her pussy, and grinded against him.
Hotch's hand drifted down her stomach to her dripping center and just as he was about to touch her his phone buzzed. He pulled away slightly.
"Goddamn it." Emily huffed, unhooking her legs and letting him sit up.
Hotch pulled out his phone and read the message. "Head of security wants to meet with me in five minutes. I have to go." He got up from the bed and put his jacket back on.
Emily sat up and bit her lip. "But what about that?" She asked, looking down at his erection.
Hotch just shrugged. "I'll just have to deal with it later." He said before leaving her room.
Emily got dressed and put her vibrator away. She would be mortified if her mother or any of the other staff members ever found it. She walked to the other side of the mansion where Hotch's office was and waited around the corner.
She waited for 20 minutes before the head of security left. She listened until his heavy footsteps faded before sneaking into Hotch's office.
She opened the door. "Emily- what are you doing?" He asked as she closed the door and locked it.
"Lending you a helping hand." She replied as she crossed the room and straddled his lap. She hummed when she felt that he was still a little hard.
Hotch's hands went to her hips and helped her grind on him. "Emily we shouldn't." Hotch tried to reason.
"Hotch, we shouldn't do a lot of things." She dismissed, kissing along his jawline and neck.
"Your mother is going to call any minute now to ask about the meeting I just had."
A wave of heat rushed through her body. "Fuck that made me so wet." Emily breathed in his ear. Hotch's eyes fluttered shut. She pulled away from him slightly. "Please fuck me."
Hotch stayed silent. "If it's weird for you because we aren't fighting just think about last week when I snuck out and you found me passed out on the front lawn with my friends and bottles of booze all around us." She rolled her hips. "Because I still don't give a fuck how mad everyone was and we are going to do it again."
Hotch felt a little bit of anger but it was nothing compared to normal. "Or think about how I don't care that my mother is going to call you. Or how if she listens close enough she'll be able to hear me trying to keep quiet as I get fucked by you."
There was no going back, and Hotch knew that so he crashed his lips to hers. Emily made quick work of his belt and his dress pants, finally freeing him and wrapping her hand around his dick firmly. Hotch moaned in relief.
His hand grabbed her boob and massaged it roughly through her shirt, his other hand held her hip tightly. He kissed down her neck and bit roughly. Emily gasped. "Let me suck your dick." She breathlessly whispered causing Hotch to moan.
Emily got off him and kneeled on the ground in front of his chair. She gripped the base of his dick, stroking slowly before licking from the base to the tip. His head fell backwards as her tongue ran along the tip. Emily relaxed her throat and took as much as she could into her mouth. She felt Hotch's body tense above her.
Emily bobbed her head and stroked his dick slowly. After a minute his phone started to ring. Hotch's eyes locked with Emily's. Hotch eyes grew wide with fear while Emily's twinkled with mischief.
"You better answer it." Emily said before running her tongue along his length.
After four rings he picked up the phone. "Hotchner." He responded. "Yes Ma'am he just left my office. I wrote down all the new changes I need to discuss with you."
Emily couldn't make out what her mother was saying, but she could hear the mumble of her mother's voice and it turned her on. She loved being brazen. If her mother knew what was going on she would be killed and Hotch would be fired instantly.
She sucked on his dick quicker, her hand speeding up with her mouth. She looked up at Hotch, his hand clenched in a fist, and his eyes were welded shut as he tried his best to steady his breathing and listen to Elizabeth talk.
"Yes ma'am that's correct. There was an issue with the camera at the front gate. The staff member did know about it but failed to mention it to anyone." Emily was impressed that Hotch's voice hardly wavered.
She let his dick fall out of her mouth with a quiet pop. She stood up in front of him and took off her pants. Hotch leaned back in the chair, giving her space to sit on him.
"No ma'am. He is going to speak with that staff member as we speak. He will call you with all the information on why he didn't report the broken camera and how long it's been broken." Emily sat on his lap and teased her entrance with his dick. Hotch locked eyes with her.
She heard her mother's voice more clearly now that she was closer but she didn't care enough to listen.
Emily slowly sank down onto him. Her mouth fell open slightly before she sunk her teeth into her bottom lip to stop a moan.
"Yes ma'am." Hotch strained, looking up at the ceiling to hopelessly try and distract himself. "The camera on the north side has been replaced." Hotch's fingers dug into her thigh as Emily rolled her hips. Emily placed her hands over her mouth tightly as she moaned and gasped quietly, unable to stop herself.
Hotch's eyes closed slightly as he mouthed 'fuck' to Emily, as the Ambassador spoke through the phone.
Emily leaned back slightly and rested one hand on Hotch's shoulder and the other on his desk. She started to ride him shallow and faster.
"The new staff member isn't going to work out. He lied about his references and he had a red flag on his police record check." That peaked Emily's interest, she stopped momentarily and raised a questioning eyebrow at him, Hotch just shrugged back. "I can bring you the full report to look over during our meeting tomorrow morning." He replied into the phone.
Hotch lifted his hips slightly, meeting her for each thrust, going deeper. Emily gasped and shoved her fist to her mouth quickly. She bit down so hard she was surprised she didn't make herself bleed. Hotch's eyes were squeezed shut again and Emily could tell he was struggling to listen to her mother and keep his volume down. She saw sweat starting to form on his forehead.
She felt her orgasm creeping closer and she prayed the phone call would end soon. She tried to hold out but she heard her mother start on a new topic and Emily knew she was fucked.
Emily leaned back as far away as she could from the phone and turned her head. She placed her hands over her mouth to muffle her release. "God yes." She moaned into her hand as her orgasm crashed through her and her pussy tightened around Hotch. Hotch put the phone to his chest for a moment and a strained moan fell from his lips as her body twitched above his.
When he put the phone back up to his ear thankfully Elizabeth was bidding him goodbye. "Yes ma'am. See you bright and early tomorrow." He replied before quickly hanging up and pulling Emily closer to him, dragging his short nails down her back, and moaned.
Emily stopped moving and started laughing. "I was worried there for a second."
Hotch looked at her and smiled. "Fuck, that was difficult."
Emily got off him. "Where do you want me?" She breathed.
"Bend over the desk." Hotch ordered. She complied quickly, feeling the effects of his stern tone rush through her body, and he pounded back into her.
Emily felt the papers on his desk moving underneath her. She gripped the edge of the desk and bit her arm to stop herself from crying out as the edge of the desk dug into her stomach with each thrust. They were close to other staff member's office so Emily knew she had to stay quiet.
Hotch gripped her shoulders and thrust into her hard. Emily laid her hand over Hotch's as silent encouragement. Hotch felt himself getting close. When he felt Emily's body clenching around him he snaked his hand under them to touch her clit.
Emily choked out a gasp and a long moan as her orgasm crashed through her. Hotch quickly followed, falling forward so that his chest was against her back, trapping Emily against the desk.
Hotch's warm breath against her back made her shiver. They stayed like that for a minute before Hotch finally stood up. Emily turned and leaned against his desk as Hotch flopped back in his chair.
She ran a hand through her hair and let out a satisfied sigh. "That was fun." She declared.
"Dangerous, but fun." Hotch corrected, lifting his hips slightly to adjust his pants before zipping them back up.
Emily smiled as she watched him. "One day I'll get you out of that suit." She said, picking up her pants and putting them on.
Hotch just shook his head with a smirk. "But then again you're fucking hot with it on so it doesn't matter." She concluded as she flopped into a seat opposite his desk.
They sat in silence for a minute as they enjoyed the aftermath. Hotch looked at Emily. "I am really proud of you for getting into Yale." He said sincerely.
Emily smiled. "Thanks. I think it's going to be the start of something really good for me." Hotch agreed. "Speaking of which, I should probably tell my mother I got in."
Hotch had turned his attention to the mess of papers on his desk. "Try and keep the peace." He said without looking up at her as she left the room.
"Sorry, but we don't do that here." Emily said before closing the door.
Emily crossed the mansion to get to her mother's office. As she turned the last corner she caught a glance at her reflection in a giant picture frame. She flattened out her hair and ran her fingers through it a few times before knocking on the office door.
When she heard her mother say 'come in' she opened the slightly larger than average door and walked through.
"Ah, Emily I was just going to call you in." Emily walked across the office and sat in her chair.
Emily felt really nervous. Maybe it was Emily being hesitant to tell her mother some big news or maybe it was because most of the time she sat in that chair she was getting yelled at.
Either way Emily interrupted whatever Elizabeth was saying and blurted out. "I got into Yale."
Elizabeth stared at her for a second before a smile graced her face. "Congratulations Emily. When did you find out?"
"Like an hour ago. I finally got my letter." Emily responded casually, already trying to downplay it, even though she knew her mother would probably downplay it enough.
"Well I'm happy for you. I was starting to think I would have to pay for you to get into a good school." Elizabeth stated casually. Emily just shook her head slightly, there it was. "I'll arrange for my assistant, Justine-"
"Jocelyn." Emily corrected, rolling her eyes.
"- to start looking for apartments for you. And we will send some of your belongings up as soon as possible." Elizabeth continued, hardly noticing that she had forgotten her most important staff member's name.
"I also wanted to tell you that tomorrow I'm inviting the Canadian Ambassador over for dinner. We have some business to discuss."
Emily pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows. "Do I know the Canadian Ambassador?" She asked.
Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "Yes Emily." She scoffed. "You've met them dozens of times over the years." Emily shrugged, the title still not ringing any bells. "Well I know you know his son, Joshua. He will be accompanying his father."
Emily's eyes lit up. Josh was the boy she slept with at the beginning of the summer, and the one that Elizabeth had seen her sneak away with. "What time do they get here?" She asked, after a beat of silence.
"Oh Emily, don't act so eager. It's so unattractive." She paused. "They get here at four tomorrow afternoon and depending on how long our meetings are, they may stay the night."
"Just when I thought this day couldn't get better." She said, more to herself.
Elizabeth sighed. "Please try and have a little bit of respect for yourself. And please try and behave, even if it kills you. They will be guests in our home."
Emily gave her mother no response, which was a very familiar response to Elizabeth. Elizabeth knew anything else she said would be in one ear and out the other.
"We're done here. You may go." She dismissed. Emily left the office with a smile on her face.
Later that evening she got a text from Josh that said "See you tomorrow ;)" Emily smiled at her phone. It was going be a good day.