I appreciate this is a slow burner but stay with me! Smut is not my strong suit, perhaps I'll improve.

Inspired by 'Something About the Way You Look Tonight' by Elton John.

Hotch was pacing around in the hallway swinging his room keys whilst he waited for Emily to finish getting ready. They had arrived in New York late that morning to attend her relative's wedding. It was a distance family member, so they didn't need to engage in too much small talk about the nature of attending together.

Fortunately, the reception was being held in the same hotel they were staying so they had some time to change as they had travelled in their outfits for the actual wedding ceremony. Hotch checked his watch again and leant against the door situated opposite hers thinking about how much things had changed between the two of them.

Within one week, they had been around one another wearing very little clothing, she had been assaulted by a former agent who had since dropped from the face of the earth, he had cleaned her face after said assault, they had a date and he learnt that her father was an ex-spy. Hotch rolled his tongue and grinned at the subtle touches they shared when they walked past one another, and the sneaky kisses stolen when they were alone.

The door creaked open and pulled him from his daydream. He was losing count of the times she rendered him speechless. Emily stood before him in a long purple evening gown; her hair was pinned up, elongating her neck, she wore gold jewellery; earrings, necklace, and bracelet. She held a gold clutch to match her jewellery and wore gold heels too. Her make-up was subtle, the swelling and bruises had faded enough for Emily to explain way with a story, but they were lucky that it hadn't come up in conversation.

Hotch realised that he hadn't spoken, and Emily's smile began to fade.

He straightened up and reached for her hand. He pulled her to him gently where he stared into her smoky eyes. Slowly, he leaned down and pressed the most delicate of kisses to her lips mindful of her carefully applied colour.

"Forgive me" he finally spoke, "I've been remiss in telling you how utterly beautiful you look".

Emily's eyes watered at his sweet words. She had learnt this week that Hotch was incredibly passionate and unashamedly so. His arm always found her waist, he kissed her forehead, and he brushed his fingers against her jaw all the while his hazel eyes pierced her soul.

"Thank you, Aaron. You look gorgeous" she whispered shyly as she eyed his navy blue suit. He decided to not wear a tie for the evening. The top two buttons had been left undone so she the beginnings of his chest and she was totally here for it!

Hotch blushed at her compliment and tugged at her hand, signalling to head to the elevator.

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Emily and Hotch walked hand in hand before they were separated, Emily by the women in her family and Hotch by the men. Both subjected to questions about anything and everything about one another. Hotch had learnt a lot about Emily from their late-night talks over the past week and answered almost every question that came his way. He accepted another drink from another cousin of a cousin whose name he'd already forgotten and scanned the room for his date.

Emily on the other hand was fed up with the ladies fawning over Hotch. She hated to confess, but jealousy surged through her as her aunts, cousins and friends of her aunts and cousins ogled the man she came with. She usually wasn't the jealous type but questions of his abilities and what he looked like under his suits had started to get under her skin.

She finally snapped when another aunt brought her niece's friend over to the pack and introduced her to Emily whilst making her motive known.

"Emily, dear, this is Charlotte Fox of Fox Enterprises. Isn't she just lovely" her aunt said in her southern drawl.

"Pleased to meet you, Emily Prentiss" Emily introduced herself politely and shook the young girl's hand. She looked about the same age as her though blonde and petite. She was a pretty thing, sure. Emily sipped her champagne waiting for her aunt to speak.

"I was thinking about introducing Charlotte to that handsome gentleman you arrived with. I must say it is odd you haven't spoken with him all evening, dear. What do you think?" the elderly woman scorned at her but was clearly thrilled at the idea of playing matchmaker.

She tipped back the rest of her champagne and slammed the glass onto the nearby table, slightly inebriated, "Y'know what, I think he's gay." she stated as a matter of fact and marched off to the powder room.

After an hour of entertaining small talk, Hotch was ready to hunt for Emily. He excused himself and started to move through the sea of people. He could see flashes of purple on the dancefloor and recognised the colour of Emily's dress within the flurry.

He grinned at the sight of her even more carefree than usual, dancing and laughing like she was the only person in the room. His grin disappeared when he watched as a group of guys swarm the dancefloor to join in with the ladies. His eyes remained on Emily the entire time and his faced paled as he observed one of the guys start to pull Emily from the group to dance with him separately.

He felt reassured when she respectfully brushed him off, shutting down any advances. She was of course welcome to do whatever she wanted with whomever; they weren't anything, there were no labels, no pressure. He had no claim over her. But... he was falling in love with her. After 5 weeks, he was sure that the butterflies in his tummy were love. If it was lust, he wouldn't have bothered but this, the hold over him and their connection, there was no other way to explain it.

The guy Emily had swat away clearly couldn't take no for an answer and moved back over to her. Hotch noticed the man's hands find somewhere they didn't belong, on Emily's hips.

That was enough for Hotch. He moved through the crowd of people swiftly and was by Emily's side in a second.

"Excuse me, she'd not alone" he sneered.

Hotch wrapped a strong arm around her slim waist and pulled her into his hip.

"Whatever, man. She's just a tease, she probably wouldn't put out anyway." the man slurred back.

Hotch let go of Emily and lunged forward to lay one on the bastard. He raised his fist when he felt a tug on his arm.

"Aaron. Aaron! Forget it" she shouted over the loud music.

Hotch shrugged her hand off and spun to face her. His usual hazel eyes now completely black. His breathing came out in shallow pants. That juvenile quick temper reared its ugly head though it wasn't quick enough to escape Emily Prentiss. He closed his eyes and tried to control his fury.

"Look at me" she demanded and cupped his face. Hotch opened his eyes, his face remained stoic. "Forget it and dance with me" she said.

"Please Aaron, just let it go and dance" she repeated herself and started to move her hips against his in time with the beat of the music.

Finally, Hotch circled her waist and pulled her flush against him and followed the rhythm of the song. Hotch buried his face in her neck as they continued to move around the dancefloor. To Emily's surprise, Hotch could really move. He turned Emily around, so her back was to him, and groaned softly when she started to rock her hips against his groin. His hands traced the line of her waist and their way up from hip to rib, ghosting the side of her breasts. Emily shivered and brought her arms back to grab his neck and pulled his head further into her own, she tilted her head to the side invitingly.

She felt him take a deep breath and then the unmistakable feel of his lips as he placed hot, wet kisses on her creamy skin up until he reached her ear. He pulled her earlobe into her mouth a sucked gently. He could feel the vibrations of her whine against his fingertips as his hands continued to caress her abdomen.

"Aaron?" she exhaled; arousal coated her voice as the music faded.

"Yes?" he whispered in her ear.

"Stay with me tonight?" she asked.

"Is that a good idea?" he burrowed his face into her neck again to place another kiss behind her ear.

"It feels like a good idea" she said quietly. Emily could feel his desire for her against her backside. She wriggled her hips provocatively to tease him. Hotch bucked against her and tightened his grip.

"Emily…" he warned and she giggled.

"We shouldn't… I could get in so much trouble Em." he fought hard to not tap into his need for her. He wanted her. Since the day they meet and she winked at him, he craved her.

She pulled away from him and the light's had brightened in the room. Emily turned and wrapped her arms around his neck and stepped up against him again, relieved when his hands rested low on her hips, fingers splayed on the top her ass. 'He's most definitely an ass man' she thought to herself, amused.

"We can't put this away, Aaron. We can't go home and pretend there isn't something here, that there isn't something between us. Something, that maybe is worth exploring no matter how little time we have together. Unless your 'silly little crush' is just that and I've seriously misread some signals." She said nervously; hoping and praying this wasn't just her.

Hotch sensed her uneasiness and leaned his forehead against hers. Their hip-grinding dance had tuned into something far more intimate as the song changed. Emily brushed her nose against his and placed a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth. She curled his thick locks around the fingers that had found their way into his hair, and he cuddled her close, swaying slowly. Hotch whispered softly in her ear along to the tune.

"In all honesty,

I'm speechless and I don't know where to start.

And I can't explain,

But there's something about the way you look tonight…" he trailed off before looking into her eyes and sighed.

"If it was just a crush, I would never have told you about it. I would never have touched your beautiful skin. And I wouldn't find myself missing you when you're right next to me." He said hoarsely. "I'm crazy about you, Em" he admitted.

"Wanna get out of here?" she smiled up at him, giggling when he nodded 'yes'. He tucked his hand in hers and made their way back to their rooms.

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Hotch took his jacket off and folded it over the arm of the chair in her room. Emily had locked the door and was fumbling with the chain when she sensed Aaron behind her. He brushed his knuckles down her back, the satin of her dress not much different from the skin he knew was waiting for his touch. He settled his hands on her hips, her slender frame fit perfectly against his. Emily's breath hitched when he rubbed his mouth against the back of her neck.

"You good, baby?" he mumbled.

Emily nodded and gripped his hands.

"Em, we don't have to do this." He breathed.

Emily turned in his arms and planted a searing kiss on his lips. She kissed him like the first time, slow and thorough and with a great deal of thought. His lips were deliciously soft, pressing against hers with the perfect amount of pressure. They moved over hers gently, slowly coaxing her lips to part. When they did, he didn't rush but ran his tongue around the sensitive inner rim of her mouth.

Hotch became impatient for more – the kiss turning him on completely – and pressed harder against her lips. His hands situated on the firm round globes of her backside and gave a light slap to signal to her he wanted her in his arms. She jumped a little on her toes and Hotch lifted her with effortlessly so her legs could wrap around his waist.

He pressed her against the door and bucked his hips against hers eliciting a whimper from her as she continued to kiss him. Their tongues met and she shivered at the heat that sparked deep in the pit of her stomach. She could feel the dampness between her thighs as Hotch continued his ministrations. The hard ridge in his pants surged against her wonderfully.

Emily reluctantly pulled away from his mouth to latch onto his jaw and kissed her way to his ear. She nipped just below his ear and her hands undid the first few buttons on his dress shirt as Hotch pulled away from the door and walked over to the king size bed.

She braced herself for the fall onto the soft sheets but instead she felt hotch sit so she was straddling his hips. Their eyes meet and they could only smile at one another at the realisation they were about to go through.

"I mean it, Em… We don't have to do this" he said hoarsely.

"I want this, Aaron. I want you and I want us" she stood up and turned so her back was to him and reached for the zipper of her dress, pulling it down as her dress landed on the floor, revealing a very sexy black lace demi-bra and thong set.

She turned to face him, and he'd leant back on the bed on his forearms and his mouth dropped open.

"Whoa, you look…" he was unable to find the words.

Emily giggled sweetly "Good I hope?"

"Stunning! … Pick those up and bring them over here" he nodded to her full breasts and growled.

She moved back over to him and straddled his hips again. She cupped his face and pressed a lingering kiss to his lips as she slipped her hands under his shirt and rubbed his shoulders.

"Not my back" he whispered.

"Oookay?" She replied unsure of his strange request.

Hotch's hands skimmed her thighs and moved his hands back to her ass. Emily unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and pulled the bottom from his pants and spread it open. Finally, finally, her hands found his built chest. She hummed in approval and trailed kissed down his throat and along his collarbone.

Hotch was on fire. No one had paid him this kind of attention. "Good god, Emily!" his voice shaky. He shimmied his shoulders free from his shirt and tossed it away.

His hands moved from her ass and up her back where he opened the clasp of her bra smoothly. She shimmied the straps down her arms and dropped the under garment by their feet. Hotch pulled her head down to kiss him with one hand as the other made its way to her left breast. She whimpered into his mouth when he plucked her nipple.

"Aaron... P-please" she groaned against his lips.

"I don't want to rush this, baby, but I don't think I can wait" he snarled, his control on the verge of snapping.

His hard cock strained against his pants. Emily pushed his shoulders for him to lay back. Still sat on his hips, she managed to unbuckle his belt. He raised his hips so she could thread it through the loops on his pants. With shaky hands she unzipped the fly and grazed against the bulge.

"You're going to kill me, Prentiss!" he groaned.

Emily raised herself above him and kissed along his chest and down his flat stomach before pressing a kiss to the light trail of hair that led down past the waist band of his boxers.

Hotch sat up like a bolt of lightning and pulled her face back to his for a searing hot kiss. He tucked his arm around her waist for her to lay next to him. His hand roamed up and down her side and over her flat stomach. He felt the muscles jumping at his gentle touch. He smiled at her through the kiss before he deepened it. His hot hand palmed her breast before rolling her nipple between his fingers. A gentle climax rolled over Emily, she pulled away and arched her back with a breathy moan.

"A-aron… no one else has ever… that's never happened before… only you" she said trying to control her breathing.

Pride rose in his chest at her admission. He stood quickly and shed his boxers and trousers before peeling her thong down her long legs. He spread her legs apart before crawling in between them and settled there.

"Ahh. Em, protection?" he bit.

"I'm on the pill, but there are condoms in my bag too" she made pushed his chest.

"Stay there and look beautiful, I'll get it" he kissed her cheek.

She felt him move from the bed and before she knew it, he was back between her legs. The unmistakeable sound of foil ripping filled her ears along with his shallow pants. Hotch leaned down again to kiss her slowly. She could feel the head of his erection at her entrance.

Emily wrapped her arms around his neck and flipped them over with a move that both shocked him and thrilled him. She giggled at the look on his face.

"You good?" she chuckled at his raised eyebrows before peppering soft kisses along them. She slid her wet heat along his shaft teasingly as she straddled him. Hotch threw is head back with a groan and gripped her hips in a vice like grip. Emily leaned forward to nip along his collarbone and Hotch hissed again.

Emily positioned his rock-hard member at her entrance and slowly, oh so slowly sank onto his erection. Both moaned in white hot pleasure.

"Ohhh god, Emily!" Aaron cried as the brunette began to ride him slowly, almost painfully.

He ran his hands up and down her smooth back and brought her breasts to his mouth, licking and biting each one, and then drawing both hardened nipples into his mouth and sucked on them.

Emily arched her back as she quickened her pace, she reached for the headboard to help control her movements over him. She let out breathy moans and Aaron mustered enough strength to flip them over, so he was the one in control.

He continued with slow and deep thrusts all the while kissing her neck and sucking on a sensitive space at the hollow of her throat. Emily's hands found their way to his sculpted ass and the back of his head as his continued his delicious torture.

"Aaron, oh please" she moaned lowly as he thrust against her g-spot.

"Please, baby" she screamed as an intense orgasm rushed over her. Hotch could feel her clench around him as he slowed his thrusts in order to ride out her climax with her.

She came down for her high and meet his eyes.

"Hi" she said with a heart stopping smile.

"Hi beautiful" he replied with strained voice. He leaned down to kiss her and started to move again, his hips snapping against hers. He could feel the pleasure boiling low in his tummy and knew he was close.

Emily's hand on his toned ass glided up his back and before she could tighten her hold on him, he reached round and pulled her hand from his form and pinned it down above her head. Her free hand moved to his bicep, but Hotch reared up on his knees and Emily's hand dropped. She placed it on his abs as he quickened his pace.

Like the other hand, he folded it in his and pined it next to the other above her head, so she was completely stretched and submissive to him.

"Not my back" she heard him speak.

"Aaron please let my hands go" she begged.

He slowed his movements and rest his lips against her cheek.

"Don't touch my back" he said firmly.

"I promise. Please baby, I want to touch you, but I won't touch you there. Just pleaseee…." the last word came out in a groaned as he hit the spot inside her.

Hotch released her hands, and they wrapped around his neck.

"Let go for me Aaron. Come on" she breathed.

"I don't want to hurt you" he replied.

"You won't hurt me, you feel so good, baby" she said as his forehead dropped to hers.

Hotch picked up his pace and his thrusts became deeper and stronger inside her, each time she struggled to contain her pathetic whines until she let out a scream.

"Oh god, Aaron!"

"Jesus, Em, you feel. so. Damn. good!" hotch growled as he punctuated each word with a sharp thrust. With a final push, he shattered. His hips jerked against hers before he moved away from her and collapsed beside her.

To her delight, he immediately pulled her close to spoon against his chest.

"That was amazing. You're so beautiful, baby" he said against her shoulder where he dotted little pecks.

"Mmmm, you're amazing" she replied to him completely content. She stroked the arm that was securely wrapped around her mid-section. Their breathing settled down and Hotch felt her breathing even out. He pulled her closer to him if that was possible and cuddled her close. He was in awe of her beauty and the way they fit together as if made for each other.

He eventually fell into the same peaceful post coital slumber as Emily where he dreamt of tomorrow.

I'm trying to make shorter chapters. Appreciate those who are sticking around 3

New chapter coming soon...