Office Banter

Sorry for making Hotch get all serious in this chapter...But he is a pretty serious guy.

It was late one night at the BAU. Hotch was working in his office. He stood up to stretch and noticed that Emily was still in the bullpen, bent over her desk. He walked down the stairs and leaned on the corner of her desk. "What are you still doing here?" he asked. "Problems?"

Emily smiled up at him and nodded. "Yes. I've tried to take the matter into my own hands, but I wasn't able to achieve a satisfactory resolution."

"That can be very frustrating." Hotch said, a sexy smile playing across his lips. "Have you tried any other possible solutions?" he teased.

Emily sighed. "Well. I thought I had the right tool, but it seemed to only dehumanize the situation, unfortunately." She stared Hotch directly in the eyes. "Frankly, Sir. I think this situation calls for a hard and fast approach. I know that Supervisors can be very rigid and stiff, but I really think this is a matter that only a Unit chief, such as yourself, can handle.

"Is that so?" Hotch said. "Well then. I guess I'll have to take care of it. Is this problem at your place or mine?" he whispered.

"Mine." Emily said when she could catch her breath again.

"Guess I'll meet you there." Hotch said, turning to go back up the stairs to his office.

Emily paced her apartment floor waiting anxiously for Hotch to arrive. She heard a tap on her door and he strolled inside. She closed and locked the door as Hotch removed his jacket and hung it on one of the bar stools in her kitchen. He leaned against the counter and stared at her intently.

"Emily." he said softly, "Up until this point, this has pretty much just been fun and games. Very inappropriate fun and games, true. But there is a fine line that hasn't been crossed yet." he sighed deeply. "Me being here, alone with you, is crossing that line."

"So are you saying you don't want to be here?" Emily asked.

'Yes. No. Yes and no. I don't know." Hotch ran his fingers through his hair, mussing his usually perfectly combed hair, giving him a boyish look.

Emily walked up to Hotch and placed her hands on his chest. "Hotch, I don't care about lines and I don't care about rules and I don't care about games. All I care about is the fact that you are right here with me at this moment and I want you to fuck my brains out. Maybe it will only happen once, or maybe we'll get married and grow ancient together. I don't care. I only care about right now. Let's let tomorrow take care of itself."

She stepped back and held out her hand to him. He stared at it for a moment and then reached out his own hand and placed it into here's. He allowed her to lead him into her bedroom.

Hotch looked around. "So. This is where you sleep" he asked.

"Yes." Emily said, "Now take off all your clothes."

Hotch chuckled a little at the demanding tone to her voice. They stood on either side of the bed, facing each other and watched as they removed articles of clothing. Hotch's tie, Emily's shirt, his shirt, her skirt, his pants...soon they stood facing each other naked. They reached down and together pulled back the covers on the bed.

Climbing into bed, they embraced tightly. "You feel so good, Emily." Hotch said and he captured her mouth in a passionate kiss.

She returned his kiss. "I have waited so long to be able to touch you like this." she moaned into his mouth. She slid her hand down his stomach and grasped his beautiful cock. "I loved watching you stroke this" she whispered, "but now I'd like that honor." She ran her fingers up and down his hard shaft.

"Mmmm. Emily." Aaron moaned, he rubbed his hands on her thighs and between her legs. "You are so wet." he whispered.

"Fuck me, Aaron." Emily breathed into his ear.

He shifted his position and settled himself between her legs. Grasping his dick in his hand, he ran it up and down the length of her wetness, teasing her clit. Slowly he entered her. Emily grabbed his hips and thrust against him. He returned the thrust and he was fully inside of her.

"Harder Hotch" Emily begged, "Fuck me harder" she clutched at his back.

He groaned and thrust into her, getting on his knees, he pounded into her, watching her expressions as he fucked her. It wasn't very long until she was sweating and writhing beneath him. "Oh God." she whimpered. Aaron felt her muscles clamp around his dick and he knew she was coming, letting go himself he pressed harder into her as he came. He collapsed on her, breathing heavy.

Emily giggled, "Yep, that was just the tool I needed to get the job done and solve my problem."

"Glad I could rise to the occasion." he laughed.

THE END

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