A/N: Fair warning: Parts of this chapter borders on M, it's never a full M… but it gets a bit raunchy ;) Enjoy!
Genre: Drama
Author: SussiRay
Emily felt a tiny spark flutter through her belly as Hotch's arms locked around her waist. How could she not? His long lean body pressed up against her back and, after five minutes of vigorous tooth brushing, he smelled of mint mixed with the woodsy spices of his aftershave and the scent tickled her nostrils in a very tempting manner.
Hotch's hands dropped a few inches and settled on the curve of either hip. He leaned in, licking his lips as he did so, and brushed her long, wildly curling, hair to the side. Emily's red top had thin spaghetti straps that left her slender shoulders bare and the expanse of creamy pale neck and shoulder exposed to his gaze made his pants feel very constricting.
Emily shivered as she felt Hotch's breath on her neck. The gasp that escaped her when kissed a spot just below her ear was inevitable. He knew that spot made her knees weak. She leaned into him, felt him tighten his grip on her hips and leave a little trail of kisses down her neck and along her shoulder. His hands snaked beneath her thin top, brushing against her soft skin.
"Mmmm, Emily," he moaned as his daring hands crept higher and higher. He huffed and frowned in disappointment when Emily's hands closed over his and pulled them down. The frown was replaced by a smirk and two dimples when she spun in his arms and put his hands back on her hips. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her mouth hard against his. She battled him for dominance. He'd always considered himself an alpha male, he enjoyed taking charge, but when Emily's tongue slid along his bottom lip and her fingers tangled in his hair, he let go of his control willingly.
He moaned deeply as the little shockwaves Emily tongue playing gently with his elicited vibrated through his body. As they broke apart, both in desperate need of air, he felt the slightest twinge at his left temple. Emily's hands rubbing up and down his arms and her soft lips on his neck were almost enough to make the feeling go away but he just couldn't ignore how parched he felt. "Em," he said, grabbing her hands. She looked up, her face flushed and her lips swollen, and again his pants felt like an unfair prison. "I need a glass of water," he said, and giving her a dimpled smile he added; "it'd be a shame if I passed out on top of you. Can I get you anything? Coffee? Water?"
"Water is fine, thanks," Emily said, returning his smile, "I'll just go wait for you in the living room." He nodded and spun around to leave for the kitchen but not before she noticed the flash of disappointment in his eyes as she said she'd wait in another room. She definitely got the feeling he wanted her to stay put and wait for him in the bedroom, most likely in bed, beneath the sheets – naked.
She walked over to his plushy couch and took a seat. There was really no doubt left in her mind that he was seeing tonight as a 'special' night. He'd said that she didn't have to stay, but she knew he hadn't meant that. And his behavior since didn't really indicate that he had wanted her to stay and watch TV. No, he definitely had other plans.
"A glass of ice water for the lovely lady." Hotch sat a tall glass on the table and sat down next to her leaving very little space between their bodies.
"How're you feeling?" Emily said, stroking his arm affectionately.
"Better now, thanks," Hotch smiled. Leaning closer he draped an arm across her bare shoulders, nestling her tight against his body, obviously intent on picking right back up where they had left off.
Emily wiggled from his grip, evading his lips as they sought her neck. "Why did you tell me I didn't have to stay?" she said, arching a slim eyebrow at him.
Hotch sighed and looked up. "Because you didn't have to stay if you didn't want to," he said, "you could have left and I wouldn't have minded one bit. Like you said earlier, we're just having a good time."
Emily pursed her lips together, not fully satisfied with his answer. "If whether I stayed or not wasn't a big deal to you, then why are you so insistently trying to make a big deal out of this night?"
"Oh, no. No," Hotch said, shaking his head profusely, "I don't…uhm… expect anything like that." He sat back a little, looking Emily deep in the eyes. "I would never do anything that you weren't completely okay with Emily," he said.
"I know," Emily said. She looked into his eye. When he was working, when he was in full agent mode as she liked to call it, he wore an emotionless mask over his face. Nothing but full professionalism would show in his dark features. But now, when he was alone with her, she could read every emotion in his eyes. He was nervous and happy and obviously horny – though that she didn't need to look into his eyes to notice – and he was also being completely truthful. He would never do anything that she didn't want. And that just made her want to jump him even more badly.
She licked her lips and let her eyes run over Hotch, from his thick dark hair, she wanted to run her fingers through, to his jeans covered muscular thighs. He looked like the tastiest treat ever and she needed a bite. His eyes shifted quickly from widened with nerves to crinkled with delight as she pounced. Her lips crashed against his and her eager tongue plunged into his mouth.
With Emily's hands on Hotch's shoulders and their mouths glued together in a searing kiss they toppled over, falling back on Hotch's couch. Emily screamed as she landed with a thud on top of Hotch. "Sorry," she laughed, propping herself up on her elbows and looking down at him.
"No worries," Hotch said, smiling widely, "it was actually quite enjoyable." He arched a suggestive eyebrow. Having Emily land on top of him and having her pert breast crushed against his chest was nothing if not enjoyable and again he felt himself twitch. Emily gave him an amused glare and slapped his chest as his eyes dropped to her ample cleavage. The way she was leaning forward against his chest made her breasts almost fall out of her rather low-cut top and it was impossible for him not to take in a couple of eyefuls.
"Hey!" Hotch chuckled, "If you push them in my face I am going to look. It's a compliment." He loved Emily's breasts; they were pure perfection in his eyes. They'd held his attention all night, and their waiter's and the creepy old doctor's too he'd noticed, with the way they filled out her tight tank top. At one point all he'd been able to think about was the way one of her perfect pink nipples would feel caught between his teeth. He growled, the image of Emily naked proving to be almost too much, and his eyes fell shut.
"Wanna do more than just look?" Emily said saucily, sitting back on her heels and running a finger all the way from Hotch's belt buckle up to his throat. His eyes flew open and his surprise and eagerness must have been written all over his face because Emily laughed happily. "I'll take that as a 'yes'," she purred, popping the top button on his shirt.
"Would you like to do the honors?" she said, pulling her shirt up a little to reveal pale soft skin and a flat stomach, "Or should I?" She tugged the top a little higher.
Hotch only nodded, slightly dazed, he'd had his fair share of dreams that started like this and now one of them was playing out right in front of him. She sat straddling his waist and he could feel heat radiating from her even through both his jeans and hers. Her sweet laughter flitted through the air and he was sure that she was laughing at him but he didn't care. He bit his lip and watched as she slowly lifted the tank over her head. She tossed the small piece of red fabric across the room and his eyes latched onto her breasts, covered only by a black strapless bra.
Emily leaned forward, putting a little more jiggle into it than maybe was necessary. She giggled as Hotch's fingers traveled up from her waist, along her ribcage, and cupped her breasts. She gasped as he gave them a gentle squeeze and tested their weight. "Mmmm," she hummed, his touch pure magic. The soft hum changed to a squeak when he pinched a nipple through the bra.
"You're wearing way too much," she cooed, her hands lingering at the second button of Hotch's blue button-down. Deliberately slowly she pushed button after button from their hole, pressing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses to his chest and stomach until she was hovering just above his belt buckle.
Grinning at the way Hotch's lips had rolled into his mouth and his hands squeezed into tight fists, Emily sat back up. "Sit up," she told him, tugging his shirt from the waistband of his jeans. He did as he was told, swinging his legs over the edge of the couch and wrapping one arm around Emily's waist to pull her onto his lap. He shrugged off the shirt, letting it fall back on the couch.
One eyebrow raised in a mischievous fashion Hotch let his eyes dart from Emily's eyes to her lips to her neck and reverently along the edge of her bra. She looked up at him, her own eyebrow raised in question. "What are you thinking," she said, shivering at his touch.
"I just realized how much I like this bra model…" Hotch said, mouth tilting in a slight smile.
Emily laughed. "Why?" she said.
"Easy access."
She squealed in surprise and delight as his nimble hands pushed her bra down, and large hands covered her naked breasts. She didn't even think to question his surprise attack as calloused fingers rolled her nipples to taut peaks. "Ughhhhh," she groaned as he caressed and played. Gently easing her down onto her back he elicited another happy squeak as his wet lips encased one tingling taut bud. "Oh my God! Hotch!"
Tangling her slim fingers in his hair, indecision filled her as she wanted his expert mouth and agile tongue assaulting her lips as well as her breasts. The desire to taste him overpowering her, she pulled him up and wrapped her arms around his strong torso. The way the muscles in his broad back played under her fingers and his hard chest crushed her breasts as his head dropped down to he place a kiss on her lips made her core throb.
Deepening the kiss immediately, turning it hot and wanton with a flick of her tongue, Emily let one hand snake between their bodies. Grinning against his lips when she found him pushing against the front of his jeans, she pressed the heel of her hand against his bulge.
"Uhhhh!" Hotch hissed as Emily's hand squeezed him. He let out another deep and rumbling moan as only one thought appeared in his lust dazed brain; He was definitely getting laid tonight. That thought made him swell further. Then just as he felt Emily's fingers playing at his fly a shrill sound filled the room.
"Leave it," Emily breathed, "let the machine get it."
"Ohhh," he sighed as the phone rang seemingly louder, "I'm sorry sweetheart, but I have to get it."
"Do you really have to?" Emily panted, "I have my hand a few inches from your groin and you're going to answer the phone?"
"It could be my supervisor. She freaks out if an agent doesn't answer. I'll be right back, sweetheart, I promise." He pushed himself off of the couch. His face flushed and a half-erection pressing obvious against his pants, he padded away down the hallway.
The sudden interruption worked as an icy cold shower washing over her and Emily sat up. Becoming aware of how little she was wearing and all of a sudden feeling naked and exposed she quickly pulled her bra back up. Getting off the couch she walked a few turns around the small room, looking at the books and few little knick knacks, to pass the time. Spotting a small picture frame on top of the desk she couldn't resist the urge of finding out of whom Hotch would have a photo. His family most likely, but all Hotch had told her was that he had a younger brother. She had no idea about the rest of his family and curiosity took her over.
But as she reached the desk something other than the picture frame, holding a picture of a blonde teenage boy she assumed was his brother, caught her attention. A thick stack of papers lay in the middle of the desk. Thinking it could be information about her family Emily's curiosity grew even stronger and she picked up the top paper. It took her only a few lines to realize that she was reading some of the instructions of Hotch's next assignment. Her heart sank into her stomach as she read the location.
"Sorry again," Hotch said as he walked back into the room, "I'm all yours now… Emily?" He looked, confused, around the room when he didn't see her right where he had left her only five minutes earlier. His breath hitched in his throat when he raised his eyes and saw her by his desk, her bra back on, and her eyes dark.
"Seattle?" Emily hissed, closing the small distance between her and Hotch in a few quick steps. "Seattle? When were you going to tell me this?"
"Oh," Hotch said, realization that the night had taken a turn for the far worse creeping over him like a cold, wet blanket. "I only got it a few days ago and I didn't want to spoil our date."
"But you still knew before tonight that you were leaving, right?" Emily said, poking him in the chest, "You knew that in a few months you're going to move across the country and still you tried to worm your way into my pants?"
"Worm my way into your pants!" Hotch exclaimed. "I thought you were the one who said that we were just having a good time! And it's not like I didn't have some assistance when taking your clothes off! Five minutes ago you had your hand on my dick!"
"That was before I knew you're leaving me in what? Three months? When were you planning on telling me that? After I'd sucked you off?"
"No!" Hotch said, shifting his weight between his left foot and his right, "I mean yes, no… I wasn't expecting you to… do that…I was going to tell you." He paused a few seconds, his brow falling into a frown and his eyes darkening. "Why were you going through my personal belongings anyway?" he said testily.
"I got bored," Emily huffed angrily, crossing her arms over her chest. "You just left me there on the couch… With my tits out! To take a call!"
"I was right, it was my supervisor… Do you know how much trouble I'd have been in if I hadn't taken it?"
Boring her eyes deeply into his, Emily exclaimed; "Do you have any idea much trouble you are in now, Hotchner?" Spinning around with one last huff, she grabbed her top of the floor and stormed out the door. He could hear her picking up her purse and a few seconds later the unmistakable thump of his front door slamming shut.
A/N: Thanks for reading! Review if you have the time, please!
