Thank you so much for ALL your reviews. I'm completely blown away by how many of you liked chapter 1, and I'm extremely sorry I couldn't reply to each one of you. I've been really struggling with exhaustion.

My apologies for the delay of this chapter. P/s. I know I do like to tease Reid, but I truly, genuinely adore him! I just love making Emily wicked and super cheeky. Fic now M rated, although not as a result of my usual saucy writing. There may be some of that later, possibly.

"So, I gather you had a good night?"

Hotch didn't bother opening his eyes or moving from his slightly reclined position on his seat. In the background, the engines of the jet rumbled quietly. It was the day after the wedding and team was on the way back to D.C. He replied to one of his oldest friends. "Didn't everyone? It was a nice wedding."

"Oh, I'm sure everyone had good night. But somehow I have a feeling your night was way better than mine." There was more than a trace of amusement in Dave's voice.

Damn it. His headache was bad enough despite the double dose of Advil he had taken. Why the hell did Dave had to choose the seat next to him? "I have no idea what you mean." After knowing his friend for this length of time, Hotch knew that if he played dumb long enough, Dave would eventually give up. He just had to make sure he gave nothing away.

"I mean that you obviously spent the night with a lovely signora and indulged yourself in more ways than one." Dave's tone was definitely suggestive.

At that statement, the Unit Chief opened his eyes and turned to look at his subordinate. "Even if I did, which I neither admit nor deny, it's none of your business, Dave. No offence meant."

Dave shrugged. "None taken. I just want to be sure you know what you're doing. You and Beth only broke up six weeks ago."

"That's true, but I knew it wasn't going to work out long before that. I should have broken it off much earlier, but I don't know, I guess I kept hoping she would come to understand that the job comes first." He was disappointed that their relationship had failed, but he hadn't been with her long enough to be truly broken-hearted. "I've come to terms with our relationship ending." Beth was another story, but he was feeling too sick to analyse what he thought had been a somewhat maniacal smile she had flashed him at the end of their uncomfortable final meeting.

His friend nodded. "Apparently you have." Dave pressed his lips together, trying to suppress a smile, but failing. "You did have a good night, then?"

Hotch groaned. "The only reason I'm answering you is because I'm feeling like there's a company of miners chiselling away inside my head and I need you to shut up before I hurl. I had a good night with a lovely lady. Okay? Happy?" He leaned his head back on the headrest.

"Not as happy as you were, but then I was alone and you clearly weren't."

Hotch ignored this. Silence reigned for the next few minutes. "So how did you know I was with someone? And please don't say your superior profiling skills. Because I will puke on you."

"My superior profiling skills. Plus the fact that my room was next to yours."

The younger man squeezed his eyes shut. "Ah shit." Another detail he had forgotten in his alcoholic, lust-fuelled daze.

Dave chuckled. "So, other than the fact that she's religious, what else do you know about her?"

Hotch frowned. "Religious? What do you mean?"

"There was a lot of 'oh God' going on. There was even chanting of that same phrase at a number of stages. You were that impressive huh?"

The Unit Chief felt a flood of warmth rise in his face. "She was the impressive one, trust me." A sudden image of scarlet lips wrapped intimately around him flashed into his mind's eye. Even as his body responded, he frowned. A curtain of silky black hair shielded her face, preventing him from identifying her. Why couldn't he see her face?

"Aaron, you've only been with two women in your life. Well, three now. I'm sure ninety-five percent of the adult population have had more sexual partners than you. Hell, Reid's probably had more partners than you. But I won't worry. What you lack in experience I'm sure you make up for in attention to detail."

"Oh God," muttered Hotch. "Even a friendship that's lasted as long as ours has a line, Dave. And you've just crossed it." He stood up unsteadily. "Now I really need to hurl."

"This conversation is not over!" called out Dave.

At the other end of the jet...

"You what?"

Emily winced at JJ's loud exclamation. "JJ, will you keep your voice down? I really don't want Sleeping Beauty there waking up and hearing all about my slutty one night stand." The three women glanced over at the slumbering male genius seated in their group of four seats.

"Yeah, with some guy you don't even remember," chimed in Garcia.

The brunette turned and glared at her. Undeterred, the tech analyst just snickered. "Some guy with a Duracell dick. You know, it just keeps going on and on and on and on..."

"Pen! Hush up with you? Oh God, will this headache never quit? I've had like four Tylenols already." She leaned her head back gingerly onto the headrest. "And I said nothing about his stamina. How the heck did you know?"

JJ giggled. "Oh sweetie, have you seen the way you're walking this morning? You look like a cowboy."

"Or like you've ridden one all night, anyhow." Garcia again.

Emily groaned loudly at her friends' antics.

"Do you seriously not remember a thing about the guy? Really?" JJ frowned. "You have to remember something from last night. It wasn't like you blacked out."

"I've had enough flashbacks now to know I did not black out and he's not into necrophilia," replied Emily dryly. "In fact, if you want to know, he really liked it when I took the initiative."

"Oh?" Garcia's eyes widened and she leaned closer. "Do tell. Did he like it when you were on top?"

The brunette profiler saw Reid shift in his seat out of the corner of her eye. Hmm... Was the young doctor pretending to be asleep? She decided to test out her theory. "Oh yeah. He loved it when I was on top. But you know what his favourite was? When I was sucking him off. He said my mouth would put a Hoover to shame." Reid's legs jerked involuntarily as the two other females laughed. Emily narrowed her eyes when his eyes remained closed.

"Em, come on. He really said that?" Garcia arched an eyebrow.

Emily shook her head, grinning despite the pain in her head. She jerked her head towards Reid and looks of comprehension dawned on the faces of her friends. "Come on, girls, would I lie about sex? Not only did he say that, he told me that I was the best..." she lowered her voice, "cocksucker he'd ever had."

JJ choked on her laughter while Garcia gasped, tears of mirth filling her eyes. Emily looked at Reid again. He was still pretending to be asleep, although she was pretty sure she had witnessed him swallow convulsively.

When JJ finally recovered from her bout of laughter, the blond profiler looked thoughtfully at her friend. "You know what, drunk as you were, I don't think you'd have gone to a complete stranger's room, no matter how good looking he was. You've got way too much self-preservation and training for that."

Emily was doubtful. "I don't know, didn't you tell me that I propositioned some guy the last time we had our girls' night?"

"You did, but then you've got a smart mouth, SSA Prentiss," chirped Garcia. "We knew you won't have gone through with it."

"Well, who could it be then? The only people I knew at the wedding were from the BAU."

"What did you say? That he had dark hair?" JJ frowned. "How bout Bowen?"

Emily looked incredulously at the blonde. "I'm pretty sure that the guy I was with wasn't wearing a toupee Jayj."

JJ rolled her eyes. "You never said the dark hair was natural."

"Trust me, the dark hair is as nature intended. I was up close and personal to his natural hair." She slanted a look at the sleeping Reid. "Y'know, the curly ones." Reid's fingers moved on the handrest.

"Okay, okay, time out with the sexcapades for the moment," interrupted Garcia. "What about George?" George was the newest graduate from the Academy. He was doing a rotation in the BAU assisting Strauss.

"Pen, hon, I'm flattered you think I could be a cougar, but George isn't even out of puberty yet. I swear I saw some peach fuzz on his chin at that meeting with Strauss when he was standing next to the window. The sun was making it look like some kind of weird beard halo."

"Anderson?"

"Cute, but I have a sneaking suspicion he might be gay. I saw him checking Reid's ass out the other day in the break room. Swear to God."

The two ladies broke out into peals of laughter. A muscle on the side of Reid's mouth twitched but his eyes didn't open. Emily was impressed at his forebearance.

"Um...Cartwright, Llewellyn, Balducci?" asked JJ helpfully.

"Combover, BO and whoa, there, hamburger lover. No, my man was a lean, mean, loving machine. And he smelt good. So good I could almost eat him up. Wait, I kinda did. And he tasted sooooo good." She winked at her friends.

"You have so got a crush on this guy, E!" squealed Garcia.

"No freaking way." At the raised eyebrows on the other two females, she relented. "Okay, okay, maybe just a teeny, weeny bit. And it's only because of the amazing sex we had. Seriously, I've never had this much sex in the space of seven hours. We did freaking everything." She paused. "Well, except for me taking it up the ass. And that was only because we didn't have lube. Cos, you know, I reckon I would've let him if he'd asked."

Reid suddenly leapt to his feet, making the three females jump. "ENOUGH! I can't take this any more. Emily! I can't believe you...you..." His face was red and he mouth opened and closed like a goldfish. He exhaled in a rush. "You really need to censure your speech."

Emily grinned at him. Who knew teasing Reid was a hangover cure? "Calm down, Reid, I was only teasing you. There was no sex at all in actual fact. My gentleman friend and I spent the night eating cucumber sandwiches, drinking tea and discussing the weather."

The doctor gave her a disgruntled look. "You may not have blacked out last night, but you did experience a brownout. That's why you don't recall portions of what occurred last night. You should regain some memories, but it is also possible that there will be parts that you will never remember again. However, I do find it interesting that you don't recall any facial features of this man. Perhaps something is psychologically preventing you from doing so. In any case, I do hope you at least practised safe sex." He looked up. "It looks like Hotch is finally done with the bathroom. Excuse me."

Emily blanched. "Safe sex? Oh, shit!"

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