Woo, I'm on a roll! Ok, there's probably some typos in here because it's 1 a.m. and I only had 5 hours sleep last night. A bit more romance than before because well, we do want our favourite duo to end up together. Hope you like this.

"So, do you think they bought it?"

Hotch was close enough that his breath fanned her lips. It was enough to make her shiver. Those damn pregnancy hormones was making her horny enough to rut against his leg like some sex-crazed miniature schnauzer who needed intervention from Cesar Milan like quick smart. Leg? Whoa. If she had been a dog her eyes would definitely have pricked up. Speaking of leg, she only needed to move her right leg a little and then she would practically be straddling his thigh. The way she was feeling right now, she could go from straddle to orgasm in twenty seconds. Thirty tops.

"Emily?"

"Hmm?" She blinked. What... oh damn it. She'd missed her chance. Hotch was already stepping away. And then he held out his hand to help her off the blinds. What a gentleman he was. God, he was gorgeous. She still couldn't believe they had slept together. The brief scenes she remembered made it all feel like some vivid dream, nothing more.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. And thanks for being a good sport. I just couldn't resist. Did you see Morgan's face?"

A rare grin lit up Hotch's face. "I had a quick look. It was hilarious."

She made a face before sinking into the couch opposite his desk. "Wish I could have seen it. Next time you get to be the one against the blinds."

Hotch raised his eyebrows as he came over and sat down next to her. "I'd much rather make love to you somewhere more comfortable where there's preferably a bed."

Emily gaped at him. Did her prudish Unit Chief just talk about making love to her?

"Wow. I never would have thought I would see you at a loss for words," he said teasingly. "Relax, I was only joking. Actually, I wasn't joking about the bed part. But I not going to try getting you into it. Not for a long while anyhow."

"Really?" Well, hell. That totally sucked. But it wasn't like she could tell him she wanted him to take her to bed so that she could get her rocks off. He must already think she was a loose woman. Why had she drunk so much? Look where alcohol had gotten her. Pregnant to her boss with triplets and a career that was about to become a distant memory.

He smiled. "That's not disappointment I hear is it?"

She sighed, flopping back into the backrest. "Blame it on the hormones. They're driving me crazy, I swear. Nausea one second, nymphomaniac in the next. The 7-11 guy one block down from my apartment is starting to look at me funny cos I buy so many batteries for my vibrator – oh shit!" She clapped her hand over her mouth. Did she just say vibrator?

Hotch coughed. She could tell he was trying to disguise his laughter. Yep, she did actually blurt that out. Groaning, she covered her face with her hands. "Just kill me now."

"No." He gently pulled her hands away from her face.

"Really, please, just kill me. You've got your Glock with you, right? It'll be much less painful and embarrassing."

"Why are you embarrassed? It's perfecty natural to feel the way you do." His voice was mild.

"Oh right. You try feeling so frisky you could crawl out of your skin. I mean, I'm talking so horny I could practically jump Reid's bones." She watched his eyebrows lift. "Yeah, see?"

"All right, I can't imagine ever being so horny I'd go for Reid." Hotch paused. "Anderson though, is another story." He was completely straight-faced, except that his eyes were twinkling. "I mean, have you seen his glutes lately?"

Emily burst out laughing. "I know, right?" Yep, it was official. She had committed the ultimate sin in cheesiness. She had fallen in love with her supervisor. Hotch, in this teasing, almost tender mood was beyond adorable. What he said next made it even harder to resist him.

"You know, if you ever need a change from your vibrator, I'm available."

"Do. Not. Tempt me."

He smiled. "I'm serious. I mean, what more could happen. I've already made you pregnant. You might as well make some use of me."

Was he really serious? She narrowed her eyes. "You have no idea what you're offering. If I take you up on your offer, you'll more than likely end up a dry husk of a man. And then you won't be around for me to gloat and say I told you so."

He shifted closer. "I'm willing to take that chance if you are." His voice was low. Intimate.

Good God. Was he going to kiss her? In his office? She stared at him warily. "All right. Give it up. Who are you and what have you done with Aaron Hotchner?"

He chuckled, the sound sending shivers up her spine. For goodness sake Emily, get a freaking hold on yourself and your sex drive.

"Okay, you got me. I'm actually David Rossi. Hotch and I exchanged bodies after that very strange witch slash black magic practitioner cursed us in the last case."

"Dave? Out of the whole team you had to choose Dave? Eww... Dave trying to seduce me is just like... gross." She wrinkled her nose. "Way to kill the mood, Hotch."

"Damn. I was so close, too." He grimaced. "I'm not that great with jokes. They're not really my thing."

"You don't say," she replied dryly. He looked so chagrined that she couldn't help but tease him. "But I still want to get into your pants. And that's the truth."

His smile was tentative. She had to dig her fingers into her arms to stop herself from leaning over to kiss it.

"We make a pretty good team huh?"

He had to be referring to their 'teamwork' in bed. "At work too," replied Emily.

Hotch frowned. "Where else are we a team?" Light dawned on his face. "Oh. Yeah." His smile reappeared. "So, based on that, I think it's pretty safe to assume that we can be a team when it comes to the babies, don't you think?"

"I really hope so."

"It's you and it's me. I know so."

The conviction in his voice and eyes warmed her as nothing else could. She slipped her hand in his. "Okay then, teammate, let's give this a go."

His hand tightened around hers. "Lets." He looked at her.

She gave him a quizzical gaze. "What?"

"Do you think we could maybe be teammates with benefits?"

Emily shook her head as she stood up. "And I thought I was the one obssessed with sex. Come on, Casanova, let's go vote for Morgan's ass before everyone thinks we're having an extended orgy up here."

Hotch followed her out of his office. "Speak for yourself. I'm voting for Anderson."

"Because his ass is finer than Morgan's?"

They trooped down the stairs and Emily bit back a smile when she spied Reid staring wide-eyed at them.

"No," replied her Unit Chief. "So that he'll tell me how to get glutes like his."

"Oh honey, you don't need any advice. Your glutes are fine the way they are. Trust me."

"You remember them?" He looked amused. And rather pleased with himself.

Emily lowered her voice. "I definitely remember your ass." She paused for effect. "And how firm your glutes were when I spanked you."

"Oh hell no! There is no way Hotch is making this into a three-way contest," interrupted Morgan, looking outraged. Apparently he was more concerned about Hotch's ass entering the race than about the spanking.

Emily rolled her eyes at Reid. "For goodness sake, Morgan, Hotch isn't entering the contest, you idiot. Some people actually have some self-respect."

"Says the chick who's been doling out drunken ass spanking," called out Morgan.

"Can someone explain what drunken ass spanking is, and why you are all discussing it during work hours?" came a voice behind Hotch.

"Oh shit," muttered Morgan.

"Just when you thought things couldn't get any worse," whispered Reid loudly.

"Chief Strauss. We weren't expecting you back from New York till tomorrow," said Hotch, glaring at Morgan.

"The conference finished early. Well?" Strauss looked at Morgan expectantly.

"Erin. There you are!" Everyone in the BAU breathed a big sigh of relief when they heard another familiar voice. "Come with me," said Dave, "and I'll explain about all that." Taking her arm, he led her away. "Really, it means exactly what it says."

"I am still unsure why it is being discussed by the team," said Strauss, her voice starting to fade as they walked up the stairs. "In any case, do you mind if I check my email first? I want to see who won the Finest Ass award. I put a bet on Morgan yesterday and I'm going to be extremely annoyed if he's lost."

Haha! I love writing out-of-character Strauss. Let me know if you enjoyed this chapter. Or even if you didn't! I'm working on Dark Duke, for those who are wondering, although don't expect anything for a while yet. I think it will be at least another chapter of 'A Convenient Arrangement' first. My muse is working overtime on this new fic, which I can't control!