I pulled him down to kiss me again, and of course that’s exactly when the entire BAU team came charging through the room, digital cameras flashing. He hung his head. “Fuck. muttered in my ear. I just giggled and stayed in his arms.
She Loves Him, She Loves Him Not
"How is it that you’re still standing?" Morgan chuckled as he stared at Prentiss who was swaying a bit by the table.
She shrugged then had to regain her balance from that small movement. A waitress with a tray of shots started to walk by when Emily saw her. She threw her hands up in an attempt to get her attention. Hotch quickly grabbed her hands and brought them back to the table.
"I really don’t think you need anymore," Hotch said in all seriousness.
Emily looked deep into Hotch’s eyes and shivered slightly, and she was sure he could feel it. She bit her lip and nodded. “You’re right. I think I’m gonna head home.” She grabbed her purse and almost fell over when two strong hands found her hips and steadied her.
"Come on I’ll take you."
The team looked up at Hotch when he offered to take Emily home. They all knew Hotch wasn’t too fond of Emily. They all exchanged a glance. Maybe he was getting over it.
Emily smiled and hugged all of her friends then left with Hotch and headed for the parking lot. Hotch placed his arm around her waist to keep her on track. The wind blew roughly and Emily snuggled in closer to Hotch. She really needed some sleep because the thoughts running through her head about her and Hotch were bound to get her in trouble.
They arrived at Hotch’s SUV and he removed his arm, but Emily quickly started to tumble. He grabbed her and pushed her against his car and kept her in place with his body.
"Where’d you think you were going?" he smirked.
"I love you," she blurted out before she knew what was happening. Emily turned twelve shades of red and she wanted to throw her head through his window.
Hotch stopped moving. “What?” He asked quietly then looked into her eyes.
"You heard me," she whispered. "I love you."
Hotch swallowed thickly. His body was still pressed against his smaller one. “You’re drunk. You don’t realize what you’re saying.”
Emily shook her head violently. Her hands find his arms and she squeezed them. “I know what I’m saying and I’m pretty sure you love me too.” Before he could stop her, her lips crashed onto his in a heated kiss. And against all of his better judgment, he kissed her back. His tongue darted into her mouth when she let out a moan. She grinded her hips against him, and the feeling of little Hotch stirring is what reluctantly pulled him away from her.
She didn’t let him move completely away, just his head. “I’m sorry,” he said quickly.
"Don’t be. I liked it," she smiled up at him.
Hotch sent a glare her way. “Prentiss we can’t do this. I don’t feel for you the way you do for me,” he lied.
Her smile faded rapidly. “I don’t believe you. If you didn’t feel anything for me you wouldn’t have kissed me back, but you did.”
That name caused both of them to be silent. What was wrong with him? He was married and he was making out with his subordinate in a dark parking lot while she was drunk.
"I think you do love me," Emily stated. "I think that’s why you push me away. I think that’s why you act like you don’t like me, it’s because you do and you can’t handle those feelings."
Hotch’s mouth hung open. Damn profilers, he thought to himself. “Emily I don’t love you…at all. I love my wife.” Tears started to well up in Emily’s eyes and he wanted nothing more than to kiss them away. “I’m sorry if that’s not what you wanted to hear, but—”
"Why not me?" she interrupted.
"Why not me? Why can’t you love me?" A single tear slipped from her eye.
He gently wiped the tear away with his thumb. “Because I found Haley first,” he answered honestly. He knew he could be happy with Emily and part of him wanted that, but he couldn’t. He had a wife and son at home, he couldn’t let his feelings for her compromise that, no matter how much he wanted to.
She lightly pushed his body away from hers. “I have to go,” she mumbled.
He grabbed her wrist. “Where are you going?”
"Away from you. I can’t be near you," she told him sadly.
"Don’t go Emily. I’ll take you home."
She yanked her wrist out of his hand and stumbled away from him. “I’ll be fine.”
"Please," Hotch begged, "please don’t leave like this. Emily please."
She didn’t listen. She had to get away from him. She just embarrassed herself. She had no idea how she was ever going to show her face at work ever again. Emily walked away as she heard Hotch yelling her name repeatedly trying to get her to come back.
Tears freely streamed down her face. Hotch just told her he’d be with her if he had met her first. How was she supposed to deal with that? As she made her way home, the entire time she swore off alcohol for the rest of her life. Nothing good came out of it.
"Damn Hotch, if I knew talking about getting laid could have gotten me that; I would have said something sooner."
Hotch bites her lip and cups her ass as he pulls her against him. “You won’t ever need to talk about needing to get laid ever again Emily, because I plan on giving it to you all the time.”
Emily smirks then grinds her hips against him. “That’s good to know.” They kiss again and suddenly there’s a knock on the door.
"Guys, can you hurry you, I have to take a leak," Morgan says through the door.
Hotch and Prentiss exchange a horrified look and start to laugh. “Can you say busted?”
Emily wraps her arms around his neck and draws him towards her. “It was totally worth it. Now we belong to the mile high club,” she winks then kisses him again before straightening their outfits and heading back to their seats to see their friends grinning at them as they return.
"Emily you're shaking, what's wrong?"
"There's a snake under my sleeping bag Hotch. He's big, he's ugly and he's slimy!"
"You're scared of a snake?"
"Yes, I'm scared of a snake Hotch! He's humungous! I can deal with serial killers and I can deal with bugs but I don't under any circumstances deal with snakes."
Hotch laughs again and she digs her nails into his neck.
"Oh I'm sorry, I thought you were laughing at my expense so I decided to teach you a lesson."
"I'm sorry Prentiss, you just never struck me as someone who would be scared of snakes."
"Well I am so can you shut up now and get the ugly thing out of here please?" Emily looks down and sees her sleeping bag move again and she wraps her legs more around Hotch's waist and her arms secure themselves around his neck. "It's moving Hotch!"
"I see that Emily, but I can't get to it with you in my arms." Emily realizes that he would have trouble but she decides she's not getting down until that ugly thing is long gone so she maneuvers so he can swing himself to be on his back. "Prentiss!"
"What? I'm not getting down so you're stuck with me until King Cobra over here is gone. So deal with it."
"Shut up macho man. I hope you find this hilarious!"
"I don't get to be sexy working for the FBI. I don't feel like eyes are on me while I'm at work. I don't—"
"Then apparently, you've never looked into my office throughout the day because I can guarantee that if you did you would have seen me looking down at you more than once throughout the day."
Emily looked back at the man who let her go. A great man who she knew she could have been happy with. The love she felt for him grew even more at the fact that he was risking his own happiness so she could be with Hotch.
Emily’s Wedding Day
You’ve never done that before.”
"What?" Hotch asked as his eyes locked onto hers.
"You’ve never gone down on me before Hotch. You’re acting differently tonight." At his facial expression she continued. "Oh no, don’t get me wrong, I liked it, it’s a good thing, it was just different."
Hotch shrugged slightly. “Well you’ve gone down on me so I figured I’d return the favor.” Hotch knew he couldn’t tell her the real reason. He was positive that if he went up to her and said, ‘oh you know Emily, the detective was hitting on you and I didn’t like it so I wanted to prove that you were mine, hope you didn’t mind,’ Emily wouldn’t appreciate it.
"No one is ever going to love you the way I love you, or see you as the amazingly beautiful woman that you are. All I want is a chance to let me show to you how amazing you are. I don’t just want sex from you anymore, I want everything, and I am really hoping that you feel the same way for me. If not I’ll completely understand, but I hope there is a part of you that fell for me like I fell for you,"
Emily I couldn’t even calm my own son down. I was completely useless.”
"You are not useless," she snapped. "Stop thinking of yourself that way. You called me didn’t you?" Hotch nodded. "Then you weren’t useless. You may not have been able to calm him down but you got him someone that you thought could. There is nothing wrong with that. He just needed someone with boobs, that’s all."
Emily ran her hand soothingly through his short hair then down his back. “You’re a great father,” she told him again and Hotch leaned against her and welcomed the arms she wrapped around him.
"This is why I called you," he confessed.
"Why?" Emily wondered out loud.
"Because you have a great way with kids and I knew you’d be able to soothe him with just your hug."
Emily couldn’t help the chuckle that left her lips. “Man I should start charging for my hugs if they’re able to cure tears,” she smiled. “In fact I’ll send you the bill,”