The team had just wrapped up their case in Pennsylvania. The unsub had been abducting and killing young boys for a number of years along the Appalachian Trail.
Though the team were elated to return both Ana and Robert to their parents, it was bittersweet as Shane Wyland managed to evade capture.
The entire team were physically drained due to the climate and location of the case, but they were all emotionally drained too. Almost everyone was able to take the win of having returned both siblings and be satisfied with their accurate profile of the unsub. If he were ever to resurface then they could absolutely catch him and send him away for life. All except one.
Hotch was practically seething. He was driven, of course, but that is his natural personality. But this case clearly hit close to home as Hotch seen Jack in the faces of all of the victims.
His attitude had been awful, he was short with the team, rude to the police department and insensitive with the families. Everyone was walking on eggshells around him, even Dave. But the one person Hotch had been the worst toward, was also the same person who plagued his dreams.
Hotch knew that his sunny demeanour was mostly due to the nature and facts of the case, but he also knew that his temper had been short recently, and this was due to a huge lack in physical contact with another person. It had almost been a year since Haley had passed away and for most of it he hadn't even given physical intimacy a second thought. Hotch was so caught up in grieving for his ex-wife and making sure Jack was coping and adapting as best as possible to a life without his mother.
But in the past few weeks Hotch had felt desire returning to him. He had felt too guilty to even think about it before, never mind act on his feelings, but he knew that ultimately this was not healthy and he was right, because he had been acting like a tyrant.
It was also in these past few weeks that Hotch noticed that the only person his desires surfaced around was Emily. He tried to put it out of his head, but then his subconscious would take over. Hotch would wake up in the middle of the night, breathless, sweaty and nursing a hard on, desperately trying to grasp the dream that was already slipping out of his mind. He could never remember the full dreams, but he could remember glimpses of Emily's beautiful ivory skin, the gasps and sighs she would make when dream Hotch would touch her and the fiery kisses they would share.
After these dreams Hotch could never return to sleep unless he took matters into this own hands, literally. He hated himself for fantasising about her this way, his subordinate, but more importantly, his friend. He also hated the way he had been treating her recently, none of his attitude had been her fault, but the only things he could to do was push her away or snap at her.

Dave, Emily, Morgan and Reid packed up their files and were ready to make their way to the airstrip so they could head home.
"Everyone ready?" Dave said.
"Definitely ready to get out of here." Morgan answered.
"Where's Hotch?" Asked Reid.
"I'm not sure, I think I saw him head out back a few minutes ago. I'll go look and let him know we're ready." Said Emily.

Emily headed out the back of the police station to look for Hotch. She browsed the tree line for him and spotted him sitting on a wooden bench looking out at the forest.
Emily approached Hotch quietly so as not to disturb him.

"Hey Hotch, we're all ready to head to the jet when you are. Everything is packed and ready to go." Emily said with a warm tone and a smile.
"Yes Prentiss, thank you." Said Hotch with absolutely no emotion and without looking at her.
"Hotch, is everything alright? You've been acting differently lately." Emily said with genuine concern.
"Prentiss, I don't need your concerns or worries, I'm fine. The way I act has absolutely nothing to do with you, so please keep your comments to yourself."

After the words left his mouth he was immediately filled with regret. He knew he was acting like an asshole, he knew she was just coming to see if he was okay but the words spilled from his mouth like poison. Hotch had to walk away in that moment because he did not want to say anything else that might hurt her. He was not in his right mind and there was no telling what he'd say or do, so he did the only thing he could think to and stormed off deeper into the woods.

The way Hotch had spoke stung Emily, all she was doing was trying to look out for her friend but Hotch wouldn't let anyone close enough to actually help or even listen to him.
She watched him storm off and for a minute she was just going to let him go, but now she was mad at him. How dare he have that reaction to her trying to help him? How dare he storm off like a petulant child without so much as an apology? Emily could see red and before she realised she was chasing after him to give him a piece of her mind.

"Hotch! Hotch! Goddammit, please slow down! I will keep following you and shouting at you until you stop!" Emily yelled.
Hotch stopped with his back to her, and she could see him take a deep breath to try and centre himself. He turned on his heel and looked Emily dead in the eyes.
"What Prentiss, what do you want to say now?" He spat.
"Hotch, everyone knows that you're still trying to adjust to life after Foyet. No one can truly understand the affect that had on you, but you don't let us help you, you don't let anyone in! You cannot keep running around, biting everyone's heads off all the time, and while we're on the subject, why do you take your frustrations out on me the most?! I want to know what I have done to offend you, please tell me so I can fix it! What have I said or done that was so terrible to warrant this attit-"

Hotch's blood was boiling, he was so mad that he didn't even know what he was doing anymore. He stepped into her space and cut her off with a scorching kiss. Emily was initially shocked but then immediately reciprocated his advances. She has always wanted him, he headlines her darkest fantasies and she doesn't want to pass up this opportunity. Hotch pulled Emily by her hips to get her as close to him as possible and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Hotch let his hands wander up Emily's sides, across her ribs, touching the bottom of her breasts, then back down to her butt to pick her up. Emily wrapped her legs around Hotch's waist and he leaned her back against one of the thick tree trunks. The kiss is angry and rough, their teeth were clashing and both of them were biting each other's lips. Hotch let his hand run up Emily's torso, through the valley of her breasts, and gently but firmly gripped her throat, and started to whisper in her ear.

"I watch you every day walking around the office. I watch the expressions on your face when you write up reports, I watch you bite your bottom lip and hold pens between your teeth. You make it so difficult to get any work done and you don't even realise it. Most days I find myself walking around half hard because I watched you bend over, and got a view of your tight little ass. Or you leaned down to look at a case file in the round table room and I got a clear shot down your shirt. I've always wondered what you felt like, what you sound like when you're being touched in just the right place, what you taste like."

Emily was breathing heavily, she could feel her already flushed cheeks burning at the words that sounded so foreign in Hotch's mouth. Her pupils were dilated and she could feel how wet he was making her.
"Emily, I will touch you like you've never been touched, I will drive you to the edge of oblivion and then pull you back just when you're on the cusp of release. I want to fuck you here and now, but I will stop if you don't want this and we can go back to the way we were. I need to know you want this, I need your consent."
Emily looked at Hotch directly in the eye, removed his hand from her throat and placed it on her still clothed breast. Emily moved her hand to touch Hotch's hard cock, straining against his pants. She stroked his bulge a few times and then moved her hand up to his throat, mirroring his earlier actions.
Emily leaned into him and whispered her response in his ear;
"Ruin me, Hotch."