A/N: Meh, I guess you can say there's a plot to this. Smut. That's a plot, isn't it? Thanks for your patience for this part. After this, just one more part, smuttier than this one!

Emily couldn't believe she had just asked Hotch to watch her pole dance, but somehow, she knew they had gone beyond colleagues, friendship and entered a new phase of their relationship, one that was more intimate, that called for a greater amount of trust. She was trusting him now.

The one reason only her instructor had seen her dance, the reason she had persuaded the owner of this studio to allow her to practice alone, was because she was scared to let anyone watch her. It wasn't her ability or inexperience that had her shy, but it was knowing that whoever watched her, would see a side of her she let very few people see. A vulnerability she did not like to admit, let alone show. It was more than doing a sensual dance for Hotch, it was a major leap of faith and trust, something she didn't give or do easily. She looked up at him nervously.

A smile curled around Hotch's lips. "You want to dance for me?" he murmured as he moved closer and brushed his nose lightly against her hair.

Relief and something else filled her body. She hummed in response and she was so close, he could feel the slight vibrations she made on his neck. "Mmmm, hmmmm. I've never danced for a man before. I want to dance for you." She pulled back slightly so she could look into his face. She looked at him with a sly, teasing expression though her cheeks were colored with a hint of pink. "I'd like to hear what you think. You only saw a little bit of my routine."

Hotch stepped back from her and removed her gym bag from the chair it rested on and sat down in the empty seat. He watched as Emily picked up her iPod and started the song he had heard when he first entered the studio.

The singer's mournful voice came out a little tinny but loudly on the small iPod and Emily did a slow walk around the pole, one hand grasping it. Hotch watched as her hips swayed to the sensuous pace of the song. Emily leaned against the pole and slid down to a low crouch before sliding herself back up. As the music began and the song's pace increased, so did her movements, graceful and cat-like.

There was strength, yet elegance and a delicacy to her motions. Hotch admired and appreciated the beauty of her dance, the skill and power it took, but he was also a man and with each spin, each bend, each sway of that magnificent body, he could feel himself reacting to her on the most primal and basest level. Hotch found himself hardening as he watched her with avid eyes.

He looked at her face and saw she was transported to another world, a world where there was no ugliness, no killers, no fear. A world she was free to let go, to be safe and Hotch realized he wanted to be in that world with her.

He stood up suddenly and walked the few steps until he was right next to her, surprising Emily and halting her movements. She looked up at him with startled and questioning eyes and then felt him wrap his hand around the one she had on the pole. Emily felt the hard metal of the pole dig into her back and buttocks as Hotch pressed her closer to it as he lifted up her other hand to join the one on the pole and pinned both with one of his. As he leaned against her, she could feel his erection pressing between them and her eyes fluttered at the sensation.

Hotch allowed a small grin to cross his face as he watched her reaction to his obvious desire for her. He lifted his other hand and gently trailed a finger down one cheek. Her eyes shot open and she looked up at him with surprise in her eyes. Slowly, his finger traveled down her face, to her jaw. It traced the outline of her lips, moved over her chin and down her throat.

He paid special attention to her collar bones, lightly going over the skin that stretched across them. A thin sheen of perspiration was layered over her skin, making her glow in the warm light and making her flesh moist to his touch. A bolt of desire shot straight to his cock feeling that dampness, knowing she was wet somewhere else, a place he intended to get to very soon.

His fingers moved to the top of her exercise tank, trailing on the edge of it before they moved down to lightly brush against her breasts. Emily jerked at the sensation, her hips bucking against his and drawing a low growl from Hotch as his erection pressed deeper into her soft body.

His hand fluttered gently over her breast, teasing the side and underside of one as his thumb grazed against one hardened nipple, causing it to stiffen even more. His smile was feral when he heard her soft whimper.

Moving down her ribs lightly, he came to the waistband of her yoga pants. For a moment, he simply massaged one hip, rubbing small circles around it, soothing and caressing her, causing her to arch more towards him. Then his hand moved to the front of her and without warning, slipped between her slightly parted thighs where he cupped her, feeling the dampened material of her pants.

Her moan was louder this time and Emily arched away from the pole, her hands still pinned above her head by Hotch's other hand. His hand was so large that she automatically widened her stance to allow him more room. With a gentle motion he began to rub her, the friction of her pants and panties only making the ache between her legs worse.

"Hotch," she said in a breathless whisper.

"Aaron," he corrected gently with a small kiss to her temple.

He removed his hand and she whimpered until she felt it slip down the waistband of her pants and under panties. He grazed the damp curls covering her sex and she felt one thick, calloused finger penetrate her.

Emily let out a low keen and her hips jerked violently with the invasion. Slowly, he moved his finger in and out of her, watching as she undulated to the pace he set. One more finger and then another joined the first, and she was riding his hand, just how he wanted her to ride his agonizingly hard cock.

She raised and lowered her self on her toes, her back and buttocks sliding up and down the pole as Hotch fucked her with his fingers. Sweat damped her skin and in the warm air of the studio, sex scented the air. Her breath came out in soft, little gasps, an accompaniment to the mournful singing of the woman on Prentiss' iPod.

Her eyes closed as he pleasured her. Her mouth was slightly open as she panted and Hotch thought he had never seen anything so beautiful in his entire life. He curled his fingers and she cried out sharply, pressing herself hard against his hand. He increased his pace, twisting and scissoring his skillful fingers until she was sobbing uncontrollably.

"Aaron! Aaron! I-, I-," she couldn't form a coherent thought.

"Come for me, Emily," he whispered in a voice they both barely recognized, so dark and dangerous it sounded. "I want you to come hard for me."

His finger tapped the bundle of nerves that sent violent tremors through her. Two more taps and she was bucking wildly against his hand. A hard stroke and Emily cried out his name as she shattered around his fingers, her muscles clenching tightly around his fingers.

As she came back to Earth, Emily found herself leaning heavily against Hotch's body. Her hands were released and they hung limply by her sides. He held her to him with one hand and when she looked up at him he showed her his other hand, glistening with her essence. Slowly, he touched his wet fingers to his lips and licked, letting out a low moan as he tasted her.

"So good," he murmured.

Desire filled her body and she knew she would die if she didn't have him. She could feel his hardened cock pressing insistently against her belly. Turn about was fair and she reached for him, but he grabbed her wrist to stop her. She looked up at him in confusion.

"Not here," he murmured. "I want you in my bed, naked and stretched out where I can taste every inch of you."

She shivered at the heated look in his eyes and the dark desire in his voice. For a second, she hesitated. Here in the studio, it was unreal, safe. The second they left, to go back to the hotel, it meant entering their world again with all its complications. How would they handle it? What would it all mean? Where would they-?

Her thoughts scattered and fled as Hotch swooped down to kiss her hard on her mouth, his tongue snaking between her lips and teasing and tasting her. He had seen the doubt begin to creep into her eyes and decided to stop them before they overwhelmed her. Yes, there were going to be consequences to what they were about to do, but in his mind, they've already crossed that line of no return and he had no regrets. He needed to show Emily that she shouldn't have them either and to take that leap with him.

He pulled back to look into her glazed eyes and asked her to do what she had asked of him earlier when she asked him to watch her dance:

"Trust me?"

A/N 2: Oh yes, Hotch did all that before he even kissed her! But I think he probably has very talented fingers that were just itching to be used. If you have a moment, I'd appreciate it if you could leave a review. Thanks!