A/N: Hey, this is my first story so let me know what you think!
Emily is just lying in bed waiting to fall asleep. This past case really got to her. She was destroyed over the fact that they didn't get to the last victim in time. She'd already been raped, beaten, and burned alive by the unsub. The bastard should have rotted away in prison, but he took the easy way out and decided upon suicide by cop. Not that anyone on the team or at the local sheriff's office cared-they gladly took their shots at the sick son of a bitch, with the images of him rotting in hell filling their minds.
Emily glanced at the alarm clock and saw it was 2:45am. She got home around 10pm, took a hot shower, and went straight to bed. However, actually falling asleep proved to be an impossible task. The innocent faces of Angie Jacobs, Sarah Harmon, Jessica McMahon, Marcy Nutter, Brianna Walsh, and Zoey Smith kept appearing in her mind. The worst part was the coroner discovered Sarah Harmon was pregnant. Just another life taken away by some impotent piece of crap.
Seeing as she was not sleeping tonight, Emily finally decided she would get a head start on some paperwork. That was until she heard a knock at the door. 'Who could that be at this hour of the night?' the agent wondered to herself. Grabbing her glock off the nightstand she made her way downstairs to find the identity of her late-night visitor. She walked to her door, looked through the peephole, and opened the door in confusion.
"Hotch? What are you doing here? It's late, is everything ok?" Emily asked the exhausted-looking agent.
"Everything is fine Prentiss. May I come in?"
"Umm, yeah sure." Emily moved aside and let her boss walk by her. She couldn't help by stare at his ass as he walked by. God, she loved that man in jeans. Emily was thankful she wore appropriate clothes to bed, them being grey sweatpants and a navy long-sleeved fitted shirt. Gladly it was winter and she no longer slept in a tank top and short-shorts. That would be embarrassing. She continued to follow Hotch to the living room.
"Hotch, would you like something to drink?" Emily asked making her way into the kitchen.
"Do you really need to ask that?" Hotch responded stoically from the couch.
Emily let out a slight chuckle. "Guess not. Scotch I presume?" Hotch nodded to the beautiful brunette across the room.
Walking in with a decanter and two glasses filled of her best scotch, Emily handed a glass to Hotch and sat in the chair across from him. Emily just stared at the man she had fallen hard for and could see the pain evident in his eyes. No matter how much she told herself she couldn't, Emily could read that man like a book, an ability that set her apart from most people who knew him.
"So what brings you here Hotch?" Emily asked, concern clearly spread across her pale, porcelain face. Hotch took a few seconds to respond, staring at the half-empty glass he held in the meantime.
"I, uh...I'm just lonely I guess. Jack is visiting some family with Jessica so he's gone for a few days. The only thing I've been doing all night is staring at the walls in my apartment thinking about all those women we found, and the one's we'll never know about. I'm driving myself crazy. Not to cross any professional boundaries, but you're the only person I wanted to talk to. I knew you'd be awake; I saw you being eaten apart through the duration of this case, especially because of the physical resemblance you had to the victims, and thought you'd also want someone to be with."
Emily was properly stunned. She could see it in his eyes that he cared for her. Not knowing what to say, she gulped and expressed that exact thought. "Hotch, I ...uh, I don't know what to say."
Standing up Hotch responded, "Prentiss, I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable. I'll go."
As Hotch made a beeline for the door Emily jumped out of the chair and grabbed Hotch's arm and turned him around to face her. Placing her hands on his shoulders, Emily stared into his eyes and spoke, her voice filled with emotion. "Hotch, that's not what I meant. I was a little shocked that's all. It just scares me sometimes how you always know what I'm feeling, and no, it's not because you're a profiler, you just understand me abnormally well. It's as if these walls I put up around myself don't exist to you. I'm so glad you came over because I can't sleep and I was just about to do paperwork when you showed up at my door. So I'm more grateful thank you could possibly know, for the fact that you feel like you can talk to me, and care enough about my feelings, to come over here at this time." Emily paused, and then continued. "I..uh..really care about you, and I'm always here. Don't ever forget that." Emily let out a small sigh, releasing her death-grip on Hotch's shoulders as she waiting for his response as she stared at the floor, shocked at what she just said to her superior.
Like Emily, Hotch was in shock at her words. He never thought she'd say something like that. Hotch recently admitted to himself that he had feelings for Emily Prentiss, but he then suppressed those those feelings believing she would never feel the same way about him. Hotch posed a question to himself: 'I could either stand here like an dumbstruck idiot, or show the gorgeous woman in front of me how much I feel for her.' After a quick internal debate, Hotch decided to go with the latter.
Hotch placed his index under Emily's chin and guided her face up so their eyes met. He cupped her face with his right hand placed his left hand on the small of her back and drew her closer to him. Emily was frozen, her heart about to explode out of her chest. She was standing flesh to flesh with this incredible, handsome, and irresistible man. They could feel the other's heart beating. With his eyes locked on hers, Hotch inched closer and placed his lips on Emily's. It was soft and gentle, but filled with so much passion. He pulled back, only to have Emily wrap her arms around his neck and and bring his back for a much more eager and passionate kiss. He nibbled and licked her bottom him, wanting more access and she gladly opened for him. He slid his tongue into her mouth and she did the same to him. They were so close to each other, close enough that Emily could feel how much she was affecting Hotch. His hands moved up and down her back, roaming and feeling all her sexy curves. Emily's hands moved from Hotch's neck and she began running her fingers through his dark, thick, hair and gently tugged on the short locks. This caused Hotch to release a soft moan, which made Emily's insides melt. When they finally broke for air, neither knew what had just hit them.
Hotch finally broke the silence and placed his lips to Emily's ear and whispered, "I've wanted to do that for so long Emily...you have no idea."
"God, you have no idea how long I've waited for you Aaron." Hotch got the slightest bit harder after hearing his name roll from her luscious lips. He could definitely get used to her calling him that.
"Emily, I want you so bad..." Hotch said lustily.
"Then what are you waiting for Agent Hotchner?" Emily replied seductively.
They continued where they left off, greedily taking possession over the other's mouth and Hotch cupped Emily's ass and hoisted her up. Emily wrapped her legs around Hotch's waist as he walked them up the stairs to the bedroom. They both knew this was not going to be just some random fucking. The were going to make love to the other, because that's all they felt.
Upon arriving to Emily's bedroom, Hotch walk over and carefully placed Emily down on the bed. After pulling off his tee-shirt, Aaron went for his belt buckle when
Emily grabbed his hands and stopped him. "Hey there, don't take away all my fun." Emily said looking like a Cheshire cat.
"Sorry." Hotch said sheepishly, a grin creeping across his face. Hotch crawled on to the bed and removed Emily shirt, revealing the beauty the lied underneath. He placed a soft kiss on her lips and then on her neck. He placed a kiss on each breast, and took a soft nub in his mouth and gently sucked, swirling his tongue around the hardening top. He did the same to it's twin, and continued trailing kisses down her abdomen which sent shivers down her spine. Hotch could feel her reaction to his touch and it amazed him. Once Hotch reached Emily's pants he inserted his fingers into the waistband, removing her sweats and panties in one quick tug. He then kissed the insides of her thighs and proceeded back up to reclaim her lips. To Hotch's surprise Emily flipped herself atop him and dominated the kiss. For once the alpha male didn't mind. She kissed him hungrily, relaying everything she felt for him in the simple, intimate gesture. She released his swollen lips and left him breathless while she moved down to remove his jeans and release his throbbing erection. It made Emily hot to know she did this to him. Once both Emily and Aaron were completely stripped, Hotch flipped over Emily so he could dominate the upcoming encounter. Who would expect anything less form the alpha male.
"Aaron..." Emily sighed. "I need you inside of me."
With that, Aaron kissed Emily and spread her legs apart so he could enter her. Once he positioned himself at her opening, Hotch slowly pushed himself into her pulsating heat. Both groaned in unison as Hotch glided his penis into her tightness. Emily bucked her hips and wrapped her legs around Hotch's muscular core to push him inside her even further. He thrust himself into her, first slowly, then more rapidly, causing moans to escape both of them. Hotch could feel Emily's nails digging up and down his back, but it didn't bother him at all.
Hotch was moving in and out of Emily, taking her into oblivion. Feeling as she was about to come, Emily screamed. "OH AARON!" Hearing this pushed Aaron over the edge and they came together. Emily felt Aaron's cum filling her up and it was intoxicating. Hotch rolled off of Emily and pulled her close to him bringing her once more into a passionate kiss. He held her tightly in his arms, with no intention of letting her go.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
After that they both drifted into a restful sleep.
When Emily woke up that morning she realized Hotch never used protection. 'Ah, not a big deal.' She thought, 'I'm on the pill.'
After Hotch left that morning Emily went into the bathroom. She almost died when she saw that she forgot to take her birth control while on the case. 'OH SHIT.'