Hotch kicked it off. He stood up, a bit wobbly and walked over to Emily. She turned in her seat and he knelt before her, and put his head in her lap. Tears flooded her eyes and she lifted his face and kissed him.

Following suit, JJ stood and walked over to Morgan. She watched as Spencer's eyes followed her as she leaned to Morgan's face and then stopped abruptly.

"Psyche!" she said, hurrying over to Spencer before planting herself in his lap and kissing him deeply.

Morgan looked over at Garcia. "I'm waiting Baby Girl."

"Are you sure it's me?" Garcia said nervously.

"Will you just get over here already and kiss me?" Morgan reached for her hand and pulled her close and kissed her.

"Well isn't this just dandy", Rossi said, looking at the kissing couples.

"Oh, my Italian Stallion, you're alone." Garcia said a little sadly.

"Not exactly." Rossi turned toward the entrance and a beautiful young-ish woman stood there waiting. She gave a timid smile to the group and then held out her hand. Rossi turned back to the group.

"Gotta go. Gotta make some of my own dreams come true. Stay if you want. Lock up if you leave. See you on Monday." And with that, Rossi took off with a smile and a wave.

"That man is good", Morgan said. "What'd you say, Mama? Wanna get out of here and discuss these dreams we've been having?"

"Absolutely Hot Stuff", Garcia said standing up. "G'night all", she said, letting Morgan lead her out the garden.

Spencer looked JJ in eyes and brushed her long blonde hair from her face. "I can't believe you want me."

"I can't believe you didn't get my hints", JJ said, looking up at a confused Spencer. "On second thought, maybe I can." JJ giggled a bit. "Let's go talk, Handsome. We got some things to discuss." JJ and Spencer got up, said good night to Hotch and Emily and walked slowly, hand and hand to the far back of the garden.

Hotch looked Emily in the eyes. "You wanna talk too?" he said.

"Later", she said. "I think right now, we should take advantage of our host's offer to stay the night." Emily stood up and took Hotch's hand and led him into the house to the back guest room away from the main part of the house.

Inside the room, she attacked Hotch with a passion that he was not expecting. She placed feverish kisses on his lips and collarbone as he helped him take off his shirt. He returned the favor, paying attention to the beautiful mounds hidden in her bra, nipping at them with his teeth.

"I've wanted you for so long." Emily said. "I felt like you were settling with Beth."

"I felt the same way, but I wanted to be a gentleman; I wanted to end things right. I couldn't go on lying to her, or myself." He steadied her hands and looked deep in her eyes. "I love you. I want you. Say it, Emily. Say this is just more than sex." Hotch dipped his head slightly. "Please." He said softly.

Emily couldn't believe what she was seeing. She had never seen Hotch this vulnerable; his emotions this raw.

"I love you", Emily said. "This is not just sex." Emily kissed Hotch with all passion she had inside and smiled when he parted to get some much needed air in his lungs.

"Want to know what I dreamed?" Emily said.

"I'm more than interested", Hotch said.

"It involves my hair being pulled and your hand print on my…"

Hotch growled and picked her up and practically threw her on the bed. How could she know? How could she have a clue that he dreamed of dominating her? "Do you trust me?" Hotch breathed hotly in her ear.

"With my life."

Hotch leaned in a tugged and pulled until a beautifully naked Emily Prentiss lay under him. He wasted no time getting undressed and soon his lean body covered her. He leaned over, pulled her hair and tugged her head back, exposing the silky smoothness of her neck.

He kissed it roughly, nipping at her pulse point and listening to her moans fill the air. He turned her thigh to him, exposing her back side and slapped it hard, the sound echoing in the room and her moans deepening. 'Who would've thought Emily Prentiss liked it rough?' he thought. He pushed his knee between her legs and when they parted, he could feel the overwhelming heat coming from her. She was wet and ready, and after he lifted her up to meet him, he expertly slid in, making her moan and releasing a moan himself. Together they moved in sync, thrust for thrust until he felt Emily tighten around him and her body shook uncontrollably, the orgasm racking through her. Hotch followed shortly, screaming her name, and panting heavily.

For what seemed like hours they lay in each others arms, talking of a deeper commitment and maybe even children.

"Think Jack'll be OK with this?" Emily said snuggling up to Hotch.

"Are you kidding? He adores you!" Hotch said. "And we can give him a little sister, or a little brother or twins…"

Emily lay back in Hotch's arms listening to him ramble on about children and smiled. She silently thanked Rossi for being such a nosy body and thought a nice Cuban cigar might be a good thank you gift…