champagne problems x jemily/hotchniss

five

disclaimer before we start, i am no means a smut writer and i wasn't sure how to feel about this so if it's bad i'm sorry. i tried to ✨prolong✨ it as much as possible

but anyways, no more interruptions i guess (totally not for long but just a treat after last chapter)🤷‍♀️

happy readings and stay safe besties! -salem🤍

TW: NSFW, smut, 18+, drinking, minimal swearing, heavy amounts of drinking
word count: 3681

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Hotch: "The problem with human attraction is not knowing if it will be returned." Becca Fitzpatrick.

Emily groaned at the headache she was feeling. Reading for more than five hours should be considered a felony in her eyes. But she loved her job, no matter the headaches.

"You look like you could use a drink," Derek said and chuckled as Emily's hands tried to soothe her headache.

"I might just take you up on that offer. So long as you're buying," Emily said and picked her head up to look at Morgan.

"I'll buy round one, how about that. Reid?" Derek asked and looked over at the boy genius who was flipping through his book. Spencer looked up at the mention of his name. "We're going to O'Keefe's tonight. You wanna come?"

"Sure," he said and smiled before turning his attention back to his book. Derek grabbed his phone and sent a message to Penelope, JJ, and Hotch through the group chat.

JJ furrowed her eyebrows together as her phone rang. She looked down at the group chat.

Derek: O'Keefe's tonight! First-round on me

JJ bit her lip and pressed her phone to her chest. She wondered if Emily was going to be there tonight. JJ didn't let the thought of Emily cloud her task at hand for much longer.

JJ: sounds great! I'm in

Emily smiled down at her phone before getting back to her work. Derek and Spencer glanced over at one another and smiled.

Once the clock hit nine o'clock, Derek, Spencer, and Emily all got up and made their round picking up everyone. Emily pulled the short end of the stick and got Hotch. She gulped as she ran up the stairs and knocked on his door.

"Hey, you coming?" Emily asked as Hotch looked up at her. He looked towards his files and rubbed his fingers together. There was always tomorrow to do it. "Come on, Hotch. I'll even buy you a drink if that means you come with."

"Two drinks," Hotch said and grinned as he stood up. Emily placed a hand out.

"Woah, Woah, my headache caused this planning. You're designated driver," Emily said. Hotch laughed as he packed his bag. "And lose the tie please, I need to see you without it on for once."

"Don't push it," Aaron said and smiled over at Emily. The raven-haired woman chuckled as he undid it and threw it in the bag. Emily waited for Hotch, and the two walked down the stairs, meeting everyone at the elevator.

"Life of the party is here," Derek joked and patted Hotch on the shoulder. The older man was chuckling as they walked into the elevator. JJ, Reid, Penelope, and Emily all piling in afterward.

They opted to stay in two cars: Hotch, JJ, and Emily in one and Derek, Penelope, and Spencer in the other. Spencer and Hotch were deemed designated drivers for the two in their cars.

The team walked into O'Keefe's and immediately went to an unoccupied table. Emily and Derek headed to the bar and ordered everyone a tall beer beside Penelope, who wanted a sex on the beach. The two keeping a tab, they would need it—they carried three drinks each to the table.