A/N: Thank you so much to everyone who took the time to read and review chapter one!

And to all who has put this story on their alert. Woohoo! You're great!

A special thank you to anna who has given me so many reviews. Thank you!

Okay... so here's chapter two and like I said it is filled with M-rated deliciousness...

Enjoy!

Chapter two – Bed Behavior

Pulling back Hotch looked at Emily's mussed up hair and swollen lips. Hair that was mussed up and lips that were swollen because of him.

"Oh my God, Emily I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me." He spluttered nervous that she'd slap him.

"Shut up and come back here." Emily whispered and pulled him back capturing his lips with hers.

"Alright folks, here we are."

The voice of the cabdriver brought Emily and Hotch back to the reality that was the backseat of a cab. Looking a little guiltily at the cabdriver Emily took out her wallet. But before doing anything else she made a bold decision.

"Hotch, do you want to come up for a cup of coffee?"

Hotch looked at her and felt the flutter in his stomach again as well as something else... A little further south. He didn't want the night to end yet and a cup of coffee was better than nothing.

"Sure." He said and slipped the driver a few bills as he got out of the car following Emily into the building.

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When they got into Emily's condo Hotch started walking towards the kitchen.

"Where are you going?" Emily asked him with a surprised tone in her voice.

"I thought I'd help you make the coffee." Hotch answered looking at her with a touch of confusion in his dark eyes.

"Oh, Aaron." Emily smiled at him. "Don't you know that coffee means sex?" She arched an eyebrow at him and started walking up the stairs towards her bedroom.

After a very brief moment of confusion Hotch's lips formed a small o. An expression that was quickly replaced with a wide grin as Emily's red top landed at his feet. Not wanting her to continue any further without his help he hurried after her stumbling a little on the staircase.

Dimples fixed firmly on his face Hotch followed Emily into her bedroom. Grabbing her by the waist he spun her around earning himself a happy squeak. Pressing his lips to her neck he sucked and bit at her pulse point.

"Come on Agent Hotchner... Let's get you into bed." She smiled seductively at him and pulled him towards the bed by his tie pulling it loose and discarding it to the side.

Climbing on top of Emily as she sat down on the bed Hotch placed his hands on her shoulders pushing her down onto the bed. Bending over her he pressed his rough lips against hers pouring all of the desire that had been building inside him during the night into the kiss. Deepening the kiss he nudged his tongue in between her lips willing her to let him in. When she parted her lips he forcefully thrusted his tongue inside wanting to explore every nook.

Emily let out a sultry moan and arched into Hotch. She pressed her breasts against him rubbing her rapidly hardening nipples into his shirt clad chest. She ran her fingers through his short hair scraping her nails against his scalp and felt what she did to him pressed against her thigh. She reveled in the feeling of his heat on her.

Hotch growled low as Emily's pert breast pressed against him and he felt his entire body responding. Especially one specific part. He was getting harder by the second and he desperately wanted every scrap of clothing that was keeping him from feeling her naked breasts against him gone. Now! Sitting up he straddled her pinning her legs down onto the bed.

"This is a very sexy bra." He said tugging at her black satin bra. "But it'll just have to go." He grinned at her as he eagerly undid the front clasp of her bra snapping one of the straps in the process. That made Emily giggle.

"Impatient much?" Emily smiled at him and shrugged off the remains of her bra. Looking up at Hotch she saw the dark lust burning in his eyes as he was slowly and deliberately taking in her naked form.

"Wow. You're beautiful." He growled deep bringing one hand up to her breast to rub his thumb over the hard nub. The way she arched into his touch made him smile. "I really should have torn your clothes off a long time ago."

Emily wriggled in pleasure under his rough calloused hand. But she wanted more of him on her. She wanted his hands on her. She wanted his lips on her. She wanted his teeth on her. And she wanted to feel his naked skin against hers. Grabbing his shirt she ripped it open scattering the small buttons all over the bed and the floor.

"Now, who's impatient?" Hotch chuckled as Emily put her arms around his neck beckoning him closer. A wicked twinkle flashed in his eyes as he realized just where she wanted him.

Bending down he latched onto her left breast flicking the erect nipple with his tongue. As Emily squirmed under him he took the sensitive bud between his teeth biting it lightly. She arched into his mouth and he took that as permission to bite a little harder.

The breathy moans and whimpers coming from Emily were driving Hotch mad and all he wanted was to feel her. All of her. He used one hand to tug at her pants while the other still kneaded her breast. As he tugged harder he could hear Emily laughing. Letting go of her pants he looked up at her with frustration all over his face.

"You might want to unbutton those first." She smiled at him and caressed his cheek. "But I must say I am really enjoying your enthusiasm."

Not wasting any more time Hotch unbuttoned Emily's pants struggling slightly due to the combination of alcohol and excitement running through his veins. Pushing her pants down in one swift yank a muffled moan left Emily as he started stroking her through her damp panties. She bucked against his fingers as he pulled down the last satin barrier between him and a completely naked Emily.

Smiling to himself Hotch slid a deft finger in between her glistening folds causing Emily to gasp and grab on to the sheets beneath her. He played skillfully with her clit and watched hungrily as she squirmed and pushed herself against his fingers. Rubbing circles with his thumb, he slid another finger inside her.

Breathing hard Emily felt a delicious dizziness engulf her. She was coming closer and closer at the touch of Hotch's able fingers. She couldn't help but moan his name as his thumb pressed down hard on her little bundle of nerves. Heat crashed over her as she came all over his hand with one last breathy moan.

"Oh, Aaron..."

Hearing his name leave the lips of the gorgeous naked woman under him Hotch felt himself being painfully restricted by his own pants. Turning his attention towards his fly he made Emily whimper at the loss of contact. Then she realized what was in front of her and started tugging at the waistband of his boxers. Pulling them down to his knees freeing Hotch's willing erection she sucked in a breath at the sight.

"Oh my! Hotch..." She closed a fist around him and started stroking his length slowly. "I knew you were packing... But obviously I had no idea..." She purred raising an eyebrow at him and licking her lips.

At the feel of her soft hand fondling him Hotch's breath hitched in his throat. A low moan escaped him and he bucked into her hand. His arousal encouraged her on and she pushed him back onto the bed. Then she pressed a hungry kiss to his lips before trailing wet kisses all along his body. Starting at his neck and stopping at the inside of his muscled thighs.

She looked up into his dark eyes and smiled a mischievous smile. Agonizingly slow she started licking his shaft. She swirled her tongue around the tip like it was the tastiest popsicle ever. Hotch couldn't help but buck into her mouth. Emily took that as an invitation to swallow him whole. He let out a muffled squeak as he felt Emily's warm wet lips all around his throbbing length.

His eyes transfixed on the dark head bobbing up and down Hotch felt himself grow if possible even harder. He couldn't take it anymore. He had to be inside her. He wrapped a hand in her soft hair and pulled her up to his mouth. Sucking on her bottom lip he felt her small hands cupping his ass and pushing herself against his erection.

Emily straddled him rubbing her wet core against him. He felt like exploding and couldn't take it any longer. He smoothly he flipped them over making Emily squeal with delight. Now he was on top of her. He pushed her thighs wider apart and all she could do was purr and let him.

First he just teased her entrance with his tip. A cocky smile spread across his lips as Emily let out a soft whimper. Then with one able thrust he was deep inside of her. A strangled gasp left him as he felt her tight and wet around him.

Emily scratched her nails all along Hotch's spine as he continued to thrust slowly in and out. The feeling of her nails on his bare back made all of the nerve endings tingle. He bent down and sucked on her neck while increasing the speed with which he moved inside her.

He could feel himself coming closer and closer to the finishing line and he wanted to take her with him. So he allowed his left hand to glide in between her thighs and reveled in the passionate sound she made as he stroked her clit. She was getting close. He leaned down and took one of her nipples between his teeth squeezing lightly. Feeling her clenching around him Hotch's thrusting became more and more frenetic.

Emily wrapped her long legs around his waist and pushed him deeper. She was ready and she wanted him along for the ride. Feeling Hotch filling her with every thrust she wriggled under him pushing up matching his pace. Capturing his lips she felt the second wave of the night build in the pit of her stomach and crash over her. Screaming his name she pressed herself against his chest.

Feeling Emily push herself against him Hotch sought her eyes and saw that they were dark with uninhibited lust. That sight and the knowledge that it was all because of him sent him right over the edge and he bit down on Emily's shoulder as he came with one last hard thrust.

Hotch exhaled a deep ragged breath and lowered himself down next to Emily. Pulling her close he placed a kiss on her neck. Snuggling her even closer they both fell asleep almost immediately. Both completely worn out.

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Hotch woke up feeling like someone had jumped repeatedly on his head while wearing platform shoes. He glanced at the clock. 4.30 am. Still early. No need to get up for at least an hour and a half.

But as he closed his eyes intent on going back to sleep something hit him. He didn't have his clock on the nightstand to the right of the bed. He had his on the left side. He pried his sleepy eyes open again and took a look around. This wasn't his place.

He carefully turned over and saw a naked body lying next to him. Prentiss! He's lying in Prentiss' bed. He pulled down the sheet covering him. Apparently he's lying naked in Prentiss' bed. How did he get here. What had he done? Well, he could guess what he had done...

Falling back onto the pillow and closing his eyes last night's events started flickering before him. He'd been at the bar with the team. He'd been sitting with Prentiss the whole night. Drinking a lot. And then drinking some more. And then the cab ride. He had kissed her. And then he had come back to her place. And then they had screwed each others brains out right here on this very bed.

God it had been good. No more than good... Fucking fantastic. But she's his subordinate. He can't have sex with his subordinates... No matter how good the sex was. God it was good. The way she had squirmed with pleasure at his touch and the sounds she had made. The way she had screamed out his name when she came. He felt his body tremble just thinking about it.

And that's why he had to leave now. He's the boss. There are rules. It could ruin both their careers. No, he can't do this. No matter how much he wants to.

Careful not to disturb Emily Hotch climbed out of the bed. Treading quietly he went around Emily's bedroom collecting the clothes that he had sent flying a few hours earlier. Pulling on his boxers he searched the room for his pants and shirt. The pants he found on the floor next to the bed. His white dress shirt was flung over a dresser. He pulled it on and noticed immediately that it wouldn't button. Almost all of the buttons were ripped off. Grabbing his tie he crept out through the bedroom door and quietly padded down the stairs. Finding his suit jacket where he had left it on a hanger by the front door he pulled it on before quietly slipping through the front door leaving Emily asleep in her bed.

Alone.

A/N: Thanks for reading and please don't hate me!

So... this was my first attempt at smut. Please tell me how I did. Leave a review and I'll love you almost as much as I love Hotch in Kevlar...

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