'My Boss Hates Me' is giving me a headache at the moment, so I took a little break and ended up writing this, during my daughter's nap time today. Hope you enjoy.

She knew she shouldn't be doing this. It was only going to cause her even more heart ache in the long run, but for some reason, Emily Prentiss just couldn't say no to Aaron Hotchner when he came to her.

And Emily knew exactly what the reason was for her behavior. She was completely in love with the Unit Chief.

She knew he didn't feel the same, but despite the internal pain it caused her, every time he came to her, without hesitation she allowed him to use her however he pleased. At first it was amazing, she didn't care why he came to her. The sex was incredible. Better than she had ever imagined, but after a while, the reality of why he came to her hit her.

He was sad and lonely and he knew that she wouldn't turn him down. That was why he turned up in her doorway, so many times. But even when she figured this out, she still found it impossible to say no. But from then on, each time he arrived at her apartment late at night, each time he slammed her forcefully against her bedroom wall and each time he came hard, deep inside her, it crushed her more and more.

But still, years down the line, when he arrived at her door, she stepped aside without hesitation and allowed him to enter her home.

Usually she would never question why he came to her, but this had been the first time since she had returned to the team, the first time he had come to her since the whole Doyle mess. She had to ask him this time. It had been over a year since they had last done this and she had to know why he was coming to her after so long.

The female profiler locked her gaze onto his as he pressed her up against her bedroom wall, grinding his material covered erection against her thigh, while pinning her hands above her head. She didn't need words, all she did was raise a questioning eyebrow at the male and he knew what she was asking.

"Beth and I broke up." He stated simply, before tearing her tank top up and over her head, throwing the small piece of fabric behind him and leaning down to fasten his lips around one of her nipples.

Ah, rebound sex. Emily thought to herself, before a soft moan escaped her, as his mouth made contact with her hardened peak. She brought her arms down and her fingers made their way to his hair, massaging gently at his scalp as he continued his attack on her nipples.

He worshiped her breasts for a painfully long time, switching between kissing, sucking, licking, biting, rubbing, pinching and twisting at her hardened rosy peaks, almost sending the raven haired woman over the edge from touching her breasts alone.

After what felt like a lifetime, he finally released her gorgeous mounds and forcefully yanked at the bed shorts she was wearing, ripping them down her legs in one switch motion and helping her step out of them.

Her hands came up to reach for the buttons on his shirt as he stood back up and pressed his tongue into her mouth, kissing her fiercely for a moment, before stepping back and taking in the sight of her stood completely naked before him.

Aaron gently slapped her shaking hands away from his shirt, before gripping her wrist and pulling her forcefully away from the wall. A small squeal fell from her parted lips as he scooped her up bridal style as if she weighed less than a feather and marched across the room, before throwing her down on the bed roughly.

Emily dragged her lower lip between her teeth, torturing the swollen flesh, as she gazed up at the fully dressed, dark eyed man, standing over her admiring her naked form. She gasped at the intense look of arousal in his stare and felt the wetness between her legs increase as his licked his lips, an almost savage look about his features.

"Beautiful." He complimented, as he raked his eyes slowly up and down the length of her stunning figure.

Emily couldn't fight of the way her heart leapt in her chest at his flattery. In an attempt to move things along, knowing that it was quite possible for her to cum, simply quivering under his darkened gaze, the female agent moved herself to lie flat on her back with her knees raised, before opening her legs wide for him.

"Fuck." He groaned out in appreciation of the delicious sight before him.

In record time Hotch stripped himself of all of his clothing and pounced down on the eager female, immediately fastening their lips together and starting up a heated kiss, as he lined himself up at her entrance.

With his tongue still battling with hers in the depths of her mouth, the man slowly pushed his throbbing staff inside her, having to release her lips and throw back his head in pleasure at the tightness of her wet heat.

Emily cried out at the feeling of him buried deep inside her. She had missed this feeling so much.

Despite the desperate need he felt to pound her uncontrollably into the mattress without any hesitation, Hotch stilled inside her allowing her walls time to adjust to the intruding size of his shaft.

When he felt her begin to wriggle beneath him and bring her hands up to trace patterns on his back, he took that as confirmation that she was ready for him to move.

He pulled back before slowly pushing into her again. He repeated this action one more time, wanting to make sure she was okay, before he quickly increased the pace of his thrusts.

This was the way they always did it. Fast and hard. Once he was inside her they didn't make love, no, they fucked.

Both of them knew that this was going to be over quickly. Emily hadn't been with anybody is a very long time and although Aaron had had Beth, it had been a long while since they had been intimate.

As Emily felt herself nearing the edge, suddenly Hotch pulled his member fully out of her and reached for her hips, digging his fingers into her pale flesh roughly. She knew what he was about to do. He was going to flip her over. He must have been close to release also, as this was the way he liked to finish, with her on her hands and knees while he pounded into her from behind.

"No." She protested, taking both of them by surprise at her outburst. "Please, I want to see you."

That should have been enough of a warning sign for the male agent, that he had taken things too far with his subordinate. Right there, if he had any ounce of decency, he should have walked away, but he didn't. Instead he offered her a small nod, before lining himself back up with her soaked entrance and thrusting deep inside her harshly.

The room was filled with sounds of moans, groans and whimpers from both of them as he fucked her hard, his balls slapping loudly against her skin with every thrust.

The male agent knew that he wasn't going to last much longer, but he wanted to send her over the edge with him. It had been a while since they had last been together in this way, but he still remembered her sensitive spots. He knew what she liked.

Feeling the familiar sensation deep within him, he knew he was teetering on the point of no control, so leaned his head down, finding the pulse point on her neck that he knew was her weakness. He kissed at the pale skin sweetly as he continued to pound into her erratically, before biting down hard as he harshly thrust deep inside her.

An animalistic noise, somewhere between a scream and a growl, escaped from the female brunette as she felt her coil tighten and her vision blurred as she came hard.

The feel of her tight walls clenching around him, along with the throaty groans he was tearing from her as he continued his thrusting, was enough to push him to his own climax. He pressed his lips firmly against hers, moaning as he shot his load deep inside her, before sweeping his tongue across her lower lip, pushing past her teeth the moment she granted him entrance.

The pair continued to make out passionately, moaning into the depths of each other's mouths, as they rode out their orgasms.

Eventually Aaron lost the strength in his arms and collapsed on top of Emily, with his head buried in the crook of her neck, panting heavily.

Once their breathing began to resemble something that could be considered normal, the male profiler, pushed his hands against the bed sheets, removing some of his weight from her body, as his stare met hers.

She gazed up at him silently for a long pause, taking in the gorgeous sight of his face mere millimeters from hers. It had been too long since they had last been this close. Emily Prentiss, top notch compartmentalizer that she was, had locked away her feelings for this man over the last year. She hadn't had a choice, he had found somebody, and she had been busy on the run. She had to fight it. But in that moment, as he hovered over her, glaring down with an almost loving glint in his eyes, she couldn't have fought off the emotions that overwhelmed her to save her life.

"I love you." The words escaped her, before she could stop them. The moment they left her lips, she knew she was doomed. The tears, that had been slowly building in her eyes from the second he stepped into her apartment, finally began to cascade down her flushed cheeks, as a cracked sob broke out of her.

Aaron Hotchner's eyes widened at his friend's confession and he froze on top of her. His heart broke inside him as he noticed the salty liquid that escaped her chocolate orbs. An overwhelming wave of guilt flooded him as she began to sob almost uncontrollably beneath him. "Em, I'm sorry."

Her tears increased at his apology, along with the heart-breaking look of pity in his eyes. "Please." What she was begging for in that moment neither of them were completely sure. But Hotch knew that no matter what she asked for, after everything she had done for him, there was no way he could deny her.

He had known. He was a profiler, for god sake. He knew that every time he came to her she would never turn him away, because she cared for him on a deeper level, a more emotional level. But he had been selfish and used her, exploited her feelings and her kindness for his own physical and emotional needs. He had never felt as much self-hatred in his life as he did in this second, staring down at the broken woman who, in spite of everything he was, loved him.

"Please." There was that word again. If only he knew what she wanted?

In an effort to calm the crying profiler, Hotch gently brushed away a stray strand of hair that had come loose from her ponytail and stuck to her moistened face. His rough thumb lightly caressed her reddened check as she tried to fight off her tears.

Emily couldn't stop herself from letting hope invade her mind at the small sign of affection he had offered her. She knew it was pointless, knew she was a sucker for pain and heart ache. But when it came to him, her heart had a funny way of shutting down any logical thinking her brain attempted.

Her hands cautiously came up and wrapped around the back of his head, her fingertips lightly playing with the sweaty black hair at the nape of his neck, before she applied a little pressure, pulling him down to her.

She forced their lips together and immediately plunged her tongue into the depths of his mouth. She kissed him passionately and desperately, inwardly cheering at the fact that he kissed her back with seemingly equal amounts of passion and desperation.

Despite knowing full well that it wasn't going to help things in the long run, in that moment, Aaron found it impossible to deny her the simple actions of a kiss. He tried to put as much into it as he could, folding his tongue around hers, matching her movements in a dance that seemed to express more emotion than he should have allowed. The kiss felt like it lasted a lifetime and when he began to struggle to catch a breath, he finally pulled back his head, hating the sound of the stifled whimper that fell from her lips.

Emily had known that she felt for him, so much more than he felt to her. But she hadn't anticipated how much it would hurt, telling him that she loved him and not hearing him say it back. Even though she knew that it wasn't true, she wanted to hear him say it. Just once. "Lie to me."

"Em, I can't…"

"Please." She cut him off, the next wave of salty liquid threatening to break through her final dam at any second. "Lie to me."

One single tear drop escaped his dark gaze and trailed slowly down his face, as he gazed down at the woman he had broken, before giving in to her request. "I love you, too."

She was wrong. It didn't help. Her heart shattered.