Emily Prentiss One-Shots

Emily/Hotch**

Title: It's only us here - PagetPrentiss_is_hot (Ao3)

Summary: Emily is sad and wants Hotch to fuck her. He obliges. It's just smut.

Rating: Explicit 

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"Is there anything else I can do for you?" Aaron asked Emily, concern still lingering in his voice.

"Fuck me?" replied Emily in a voice so soft it was almost inaudible. She looked up at him with a yearning look under her long lashes, and Aaron wasn't sure whether he was more startled by her meaningful gaze or the words that had slipped from her mouth.

"Wh-what?" he stammered, taken aback by this unexpected and inappropriate request. Aaron had driven Emily home from work after what had been a gruelling case. Young business women were being abducted, tortured, and eventually strangled by a serial killer and the partner of the final victim had latched on to Emily as the target for his anger and grief when she had informed him that his girlfriend had been killed. Of course, Emily had done nothing wrong. It wasn't anyone at the BAU's fault they couldn't save the victims. The final victim had been murdered barely an hour after they'd landed and they'd worked tirelessly until they'd found the killer, preventing him from harming any more women. But even though it was clear to everyone, including Emily, that the grieving man's rage was misdirected, it was tough on Emily being torn into by the man as if it had been Emily herself that had murdered his girlfriend. Hotch had wanted to get her home safely and to check in with her. He had not been expecting a request like this.

Emily stood up so they were eye to eye and took hold of his tie, playing with it gently between her fingers. "I want you to fuck me, Aaron. I want you to make me cum so hard every stupid memory of this case melts away. Please?" The last word came out quiet and desperate.

Aaron felt himself stiffen. He'd imagined scenarios light this countless times at home alone at night. There was something about Emily that he found desperately alluring. Something about her dark features, the contrast between her almost black hair and her pale skin. He found her mysterious also. He always had, suspecting her of being a spy when she first arrived. Emily was the most private of everyone in the team, a quality that seemed all the more mysterious due to the warmth and love she showed to those she cared about. When she smiled, really smiled with her eyes shining with joy, it was impossible not to feel seen by Emily, loved by her. And yet she kept so much of herself guarded.

"Emily, I can't. I'm your boss." Aaron managed to say, taking a step back so she let go of his tie.

"Nobody needs to know," she said with a hint of a frustrated laugh. "It's only us here."

"We work with a team of profilers." Aaron countered, but he knew he wasn't going to win this argument. Not because what he said wasn't true. Not because he didn't genuinely believe it was wrong and unprofessional to cross this line with a subordinate. But because if he was really going to leave he would have done it the second she'd uttered fuck me from her soft, pink lips. But he hadn't. He'd stayed, trying to reason with her so she could convince him to forget his concerns and take her how she wanted.

"And yet we hide things from each other all the time, " she replied, a sadness falling across her eyes. It was this sad, dejected look that moved Aaron to take her face in his hands and kiss her. He felt her hands take hold of him along his waist and against his back as he pulled her to his mouth and felt her soft lips spread gently for him.
He slid his tongue inside her mouth and heard her moan gently, prompting him to pull her more closely to him. He slid his hand down her silk shirt and then up her back, his hand warm on her cool, smooth skin.
Emily moved her hand to his chest where she began desperately unfastening the buttons of his shirt. She wanted him naked and on top of her before he could change his mind about what they were doing.