AN: I have no idea why the words are slurred together. It's not this way when I upload it, but apparently Fanfiction likes the lines better when they're slurred? I don't know, I hope it doesn't bother you too much, Enjoy reading!

"God, you do realize I didn't start drinking until after the wedding, right? And how do you know all of this anyway?" Emily was now laying on her back, staring at the ceiling as the man lying next to her, in almost the same position, told his story.

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"That was fun," Emily laughed as she and her new friend, David Rossi, walked out of the big church. "We should go to weddings together more often."

Rossi chuckled, "I never knew an ambassador's daughter could make fun of people like that."

"Me?" she feigned ignorance "I would never do such a crude thing had it not been for you, Mr. Rossi."

"Miss Prentiss." Emily turned around to see the young, but still older than her, security officer waiting for her at the black, shielded car. He had gotten the job to get her back to the house safely, and she figured he was not too happy about that. Although he'd been shooting her friend David some jealous glares over the last two days, he'd not yet made any indication that he liked her. And while she thought he looked cute in a handsome way, she was not going to chase him. "Are you ready to go?" She nodded and turned back to the writer.

"Pleasure seeing you here, Dave." She smiled and kissed him on the cheek. "I will see you at the party." And with a last wink she stepped into the car.

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"Not drunk yet either."

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"Do you ever smile?" Aaron looked up at the brunette as she asked him this, and smiled.

"Never."

Emily snorted into her drink, the few glasses of wine already having some effect on her. "Do you hate me?"

Aaron sighed. Of course he didn't hate her. He hated David Rossi for being the charmer he was, and for him having the guts it took to just step up to an ambassador's daughter. And even that was more envy than hate. "No, I don't."

"But you hate it that you are stuck with me, because of your assignment." It was a statement rather than a question.

Aaron sat up in the chair he was occupying, seated in the same library as two days ago. "Do you? Because I bet you think I can't be fun."

Emily giggled at that, really giggled, and said, "You're right about that."

"Alright." He had to defend his ego now. "Ask me anything you want, and I'll answer honestly."

"Anything?" Emily smiled mischievously. "Ok." She laughed as he nodded, "but you have to promise me you'll answer everything, no matter what I ask."

"I promise."

Emily seemed to think for a little while, trying to figure out what to ask first, but the alcohol had made her eyes a little blurry so who knew what she was really doing. "I know!" she cheered. "Are you married?"

Aaron chuckled, now knowing for sure that she was lying when she'd said she'd only had a couple of glasses of wine. "No."

"So you're single?"

"Yes." And secretly he hoped the rest of her questions weren't going to be as platonic as this.

"How much sex do you have?" And there it was, but how honest was he really going to answer?

"Not that much. I work a lot," he added, as a kind of explanation. "How about you?"

Emily was just about to answer when her tipsy mind realized he was reversing roles. "Oh no," she giggled. "I'm not done with you yet." She rubbed one finger over her lower lip as she proceeded to think. It distracted Aaron. "Do you want to have sex with me?"

"Yes." He answered without thinking, before his mind caught up with what he'd just said. "I mean…" he stuttered. "I mean, you're attractive and…" Finding words wasn't easy. "What I mean is, uh, if you'd just have been a girl at a club, then uh…" But he just stopped trying as Emily was now rolling in front of him, in the middle of a laughter fit. "Next question."

Tryingtocomposeherselfalittle,Emilytookadeepbreath.Butitdidn'tworkjustyet,andanotherseriesoflaughsescapedhermouth. "Alright,alright." Shewhisperedasshewipedawaythetearsrunningdownhercheek. "We'llgoonwithaneasierquestion.Whatdoyoudoinyourfreetime?" 'Besides fantasizing about ambassador's daughters' hermindadded.Thethoughtwasenoughtostartanotheralcoholinfluencedlaughterfit.

Aaron glowered at her. "I don't have that much free time."

"Come on, you must have one hobby?"

He thought about that, what did he really do in his free time? Sleep, mostly. Go out for a run. Go out for groceries every once in a while, when he didn't have them delivered. "I have to rest in my free time, to recover from spending so much time with bossy ambassador's daughters."

Emily huffed in disbelief. "Bossy? Who are you calling bossy Agent Hotchner?"

But Aaron just flat out laughed as he received a punch to his shoulder. "You."

"Shut up." Proud that she had even been able to hit her target, sort of, she just went back to thinking of a question. "How often do you have sex?"

And back to the sex questions, how was he going to answer this one? "Not a lot."

"Because you don't have a lot of free time." Emily waved her hands in front of him, trying to wave off the answer but in her fogged minded state it came off as a little crazy. "Stop it with that answer, I want a monthly average."

Aaron leaned in closer to her, just enough to make her notice the vague blush on his cheeks. "Why are you so interested in my sex life?"

Now it was her turn to blush, although a lot more visible. "I'm not."

He gave her a pointed look. "You're not?" he leaned in closer and closer until his face was merely just inches away from hers. "I beg to differ."

Emily's breath halted in her throat and her eyes slowly slid close. "Why's that?" she whispered.

Aaron chuckled softly, his nose almost touching hers. "Because," he breathed, "I think you," still moving closer, his forehead now touched hers. "Want to have sex with me."

Hereyeswideninginasecond,herheadmovedbacksignificantly. "What?" hervoiceechoedthroughtheroom. "Idonot." Herblushincreased.

Alreadymissingherwarmth,Aarongroaned. "Youdon't?Proveit." Andwiththathechosetobestraightforwardforonceinhislifeandheswiftlymovedandcrashedhislipsagainsthers.

Emilywastakenabackbythesuddenchangeofhisdemeanorbutitdidn'ttakelongforhertoforgetthatandgetdistractedbyhislips.

"Are you really sure you don't want this?" Aaron whispered into her mouth, starting to move back a little. "Because I'll stop if you say so."

"No." He smiled at her eagerness as she crashed her lips back into his. "Maybe I want this a little."

"A little?" He groaned as he felt her nails softly scrape his scalp. "I can work with that."

Hewasn'tactinglikehimself,heknewthat.Butforoncehereallydidn'tcare.Hewasreadytoletloose.Andyes,thiswascompromisinghisjob,hisincome.Buthismindwastoobusywithbeingpleased,thatitdidn'tpayanyattentiontothosefacts.ItdidhoweverthinkofEmily'sstateofmind.

"You're drunk." Aaron moaned as her tongue traced circles on his slightly parted lips.

"So are you," she said into the kiss.

"But I can hold my liquor." He groaned as she pulled back and stared into his eyes.

"So can I," she said simply before crashing her lips back against his. But this time no one objected and her hands started roaming over his chest, finding the first button on his shirt. Flicking it open, she moaned as she felt his roughened hands sliding underneath her dress. "Fuck," she groaned out as his fingers made contact with the wetness of her panties, pushing upwards into her center.

"Watch your language, Miss Prentiss," he whispered into her mouth as he relinquished the feel of her skin beneath his hands.

"Don't count on it." Her small hands finished unbuttoning his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders, slowly starting to walk them back to the bed. "I'm hoping you're going to make me scream much dirtier than that." Aaron groaned as his knees hit the bed and he fell back onto the soft sheets, pulling the brunette on top of him. His free hand, the one not occupied inside Emily's panties, smoothly pulled down the zipper on the back of her dress.

"So impatient," Emily whispered as she slid of the bed to pull the black material down. She smiled as she saw Aaron's eyes widen to what was underneath, or more so, as to what wasn't underneath.

"My, my, Miss Prentiss," he gulped. "I never picked you for going braless." He grinned as Emily smoothly strode back and let herself fall on top of the man on the bed.

"There's a lot of surprises inside of me." She giggled. "You'll find out someday."

"Really? Hmm." He moaned as Emily's small hand rubbed over the bulge in his pants. "I can't wait." His hands found a perfect nibble and his fingers started to trace patterns around it, making the woman on top of him moan. He grinned and flipped them around. "You have to promise me something," he whispered as he nipped on the sensitive skin on her neck, leaving a trail down as he made his way to her breasts. "You can't tell your mother about any of this."

Slightly grumbling that he was, sort of, bringing her mother into this, but too satisfied with his position to care, she chuckled. "Why not? I would sure love to see her reaction."

"I would lose my job." His mouth slowly slid around her hardened nipple, making slow sucking motions.

"What has that got to do with me?"

He brought up his head and raised one dark eyebrow. "I'll tell her about three nights ago."

Emily scowled. "Evil man," she said and sucked at his lower lip. "I won't tell her, I promise." She smiled. "Besides, I would certainly miss you if you were to get fired." Her hands ran over his belt buckle. "Now, I think you're a little overdressed, Agent Hotchner."

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"And I think the rest you can fill in for yourself."

Emily didn't say anything for a while, having been drawn into the story but having trouble to get out, and Aaron was just getting afraid that she was having regrets when she finally said something. "You really didn't pick me for going braless?"

Aaron chuckled in relief. "That's the only thing that stood out for you in this?"

"Well yeah." Emily smiled. "Of course, that is if you don't count you cutting off the interesting stuff I really wanted to hear."

"Ah," he whispered. "That's because if I told you, I can't have my second first time with you."

"Second first time?"

"Yes." He slowly moved his head to give her a deep kiss. "As long as you don't remember," he nibbled on her lower lip, "we can have a proper, no alcohol induced first time."

Emily laughed into the kiss as she went to straddle him. "Now that's what we call clever thinking, Agent Hotchner."

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An; I hope you liked this!

Because I cut off the 'rated M scene' I'm thinking about writing another chapter that's fully rated M. It should start about right after this chapter. Let me know if you'd want that.

But right now, this is completed! Thank you very much for reading, I always appreciate it when someone takes the time to read what I've created.

EN: Well, I apologize for making you all wait for this. That was awesome! I for one am keen for the M rated chapter! *grins* Please! Please, leave her a review to know what you thought!