Emily Prentiss One-Shots

Emily/Hotch

Title: If we grow, we grow together - Wildingflowers (AO3)

Summary: Haley confronts Hotch and Emily 

Rating: Mature 

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"Fuck, I'm knackered." Emily leans her head against his back as Hotch works the key into the lock.

Unlocking the door he turns around enveloping her into his arms, pulling her against his broad chest, where she cradles her head along his shoulder. "I know, it's been a long week."

"It's Wednesday." She mutters miserably against his collarbone.

"I know, but we're off for the next two days, and only on standby at the weekend."

"Good. I might murder someone myself if I don't get to sleep in my own bed for a few nights."

He chuckles, using his finger and thumb to tilt her chin to him, placing a kiss gently on her forehead. "Come on then, let's get you inside and into bed."

Hotch turns, finally pushing open their front door, the beeping of their security alarm loud in the hallway. Putting his briefcase down he immediately attends to the alarm, disarming it with practised ease. Looking back he sees Emily leaning back against the wall, one foot raised, a black boot no doubt scuffing the relatively fresh paint. "What?"

"You trying to get me into bed, Agent Hotchner?" Her eyes narrow with seduction, darkening with lust as she bites her lip suggestively.

He steps towards her slowly, his movements deliberate. One hand comes to rest on her hip whilst the other braces against the wall above her shoulder, crowding her space as he looks down at her, his face serious but eyes glinting. "Always, Agent Prentiss."

He brings his lips down to hers, pausing he watches as she releases her bottom lip from her teeth, running her tongue along it gently, the pink skin glistening in anticipation. He kisses her softly, his lips barely ghosting hers, smirking as her breath hitches in her throat and her body relaxes into him. He deepens the kiss, swallowing her moan and stealing the breath from her lips.

His hand on her waist holds her steady, his large palm splayed around her middle, pulling her closer to him as his fingers dip under her shirt. She shudders at the contact, his touch on her skin like electricity, alighting her nerves, heat pooling in her pants.

Tearing his mouth from hers, he can't help but smirk as she gasps for breath, his own lips trailing down the delicate skin of her neck. Her free hand pulls at his belt, desperate in her movement, wanting him, as always, with a fiery passion.

The sound of her stomach rumbling stops him and he pulls back to look at her. "You're hungry."

"I'm fine." She tries to capture his lips in another kiss but he leans backwards, just out of reach, his eyes narrowing as he surveys her.

"Did you have lunch today?"

"I said, I'm fine." But she rolls her eyes as her own stomach betrays her, this time the sound louder and more persistent. She meets his gaze, knowing she's not going to win she raises an eyebrow. "I can have a spring roll whilst you go down on me?"

His loud burst of laughter vibrates off the walls and she can't help but smile at the melodic sound. Placing a chaste kiss to her lips he pulls back before she can deepen it, grabbing the takeout bag from her hand.

"Come on. Dinner first, then fucking."

He strides away, heading to the kitchen with purpose, whilst she kicks off her boots in the hallway before chasing after him. "I'm just saying we can do both. I'm great at multitasking."