When nothing goes as planned


Week 4

Emily sighed loudly as she dropped down on her couch with a big mug of tea. She turned on the TV and cuddled up against the cushions. Nothing good was on this late at night so she settled on watching a black and white movie that was most likely older than her. But it was filled with romance and sweet words and not violence and horror. She had enough of that at work. Emily slid further down on the couch so she was lying on her side with one hand under her head and the other wrapped around the coffee mug that was pressed against her chest letting its warmth spread to her body.

It was not long before Emily drifted off to sleep.

It was way past midnight when they stumbled out of the bar. Emily was laughing hysterically at something that was not that funny to begin with, but she just blamed it on the amount of alcohol she had consumed. They walked across the road to the motel, guided by the dim orange light coming from the street lights above their heads, and they walked into the motel lobby. Emily tried to slow her mad giggling.

When they were walking down the hall to the rooms, Emily became effectively silenced. There was no way that she was risking waking one of the others up with her laugher. If that happened then she would probably end up in her room alone. She could not let that happen, especially not after getting so worked up and unbelievably horny. However, when Hotch's mouth once again slammed against hers, Emily could not help but moan in response, and she eagerly let her hands explore his muscled upper-arms, while his were entangled in her long, black hair. Emily blamed her actions on the alcohol as her hands moved on their own to his jeans, fumbling with the belt buckle.

"Wait – wait," Hotch said moving his hips backwards and stopping Emily from opening his pants any further. She looked up at him with a big sexy smile hoping it would be enough to change his mind, but a moment later Emily knew she did not have to worry. His mind had apparently already been made up by another body part, and it was not any of hers.

"We should get in the room first," Hotch whispers, his breath hot on her face and smelling of beer. Emily unconsciously leant towards him trying to kiss him again. He leant back, a smile pulling at his lips. "Not till we are inside," he said, his smile growing bigger. Emily reached her hands up to his face and let her index fingers run over his now visible dimples. She let a smile pass her own lips as she stood on her toes and slowly kissed each of his dimples.

"Okay," she whispered and they walked the rest of the way to Hotch's motel room.

He grabbed the key from his pocket, cursing loudly when he missed the key hole. Emily laughed drunkenly, but her giggles ended quickly as Hotch finally jerked the door open and practically pulled her into the room.

As their lips once again are pressed firmly together they made their way to the bed stripping out of their clothes. In only her bra and panties, Emily laid down on the bed followed quickly by Hotch. As he leant down and kissed her passionately the small amount of self-control Emily had flew out the window. She wrapped her legs around his hips and ran her hands up and down his back. Hotch's mouth moved from Emily's lips and down her neck making her whimper with pleasure.

Emily's eyes snapped open, startled by the sudden sound of her coffee mug hitting the floor. She picked it up and put it on the coffee table. Then she gently stepped over the big, wet puddle on the carpet and walked to the kitchen counter to get some paper towels. She looked at the clock on the oven and saw that it was a little after six. Emily was still tired, but going back to sleep was out of the question. She had had this dream many times since the night she had shared with Hotch. But usually she would not wake up until after they both lay naked on the bed breathing heavily.

During the day she would not give Hotch or their night together a single thought, but when night time came around and Emily fell asleep her brain would go into overdrive, her dreams seeming more vivid than her actual memories.

Seeing that there was no more paper towels on the counter or in the cabinet, Emily walked out into the downstairs bathroom. She opened the cabinet under the sink and was about to grab a roll of toilet paper when she saw the unopened pack of tampons.

"Huh," Emily said and counted the weeks since she had her last period. Emily wrinkled her nose. Four weeks. It had been at least four weeks since she had had her last period which meant what she was about a week late. For a split second Emily got worried. What if she was pregnant? She had no memory whatsoever of her and Hotch using protection. But surely they most have.

Emily shook her head. "I can't be pregnant. I can't." It did not matter that she was late. She had been late last month too. It was normal for her to be so, especially when they have had stressful cases like the one they had just gotten home from last night. Emily pushed the thought aside and grabbed the roll of toilet paper and walked to the couch. She knelt on the floor and tried to wipe tea off of the carpet, but it had already dried and all that was left was a brownish splodge on the white fabric.

Considering that she was not going back to sleep and that there still was an hour till she would have had to get up, Emily decided to read a little. She picked up the book on the coffee table and sat down on the couch.

After reading the same couple of lines in the first page, Emily figured that it was best just to put the book away again, because she could not concentrate. Emily kept thinking about Hotch and how he more or less had ignored her the last three weeks. Emily had not really thought about it until now, because she had also tried to avoid him as much as possible. And it was not like he did not talk to her or ignored the things she said, it was more like he just stayed away from her. But Emily did not mind. She could use the space at least while she still had these dreams.

Emily sighed. "In a few more weeks we will have put this entire thing behind us and we will never think about it again!"