What A Message
Disclaimer: CBS still owns Criminal Minds, not me.
Summary: Emily comes into the BAU with a hangover and engages in a battle of inappropriate instant messages with Hotch.
A/N: This is the last chapter in the "Message" series, I hope you all enjoy it. Warning gets a little teeny bit "M" at the end but it's a major improvement, cleaned up from the original posting.
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Thomas Babington Macaulay said "A measure of a man's real character is what he would do if he knew he never would be found out."
Emily walked into the BAU and felt like she wanted to crawl under her desk and die.
"Rough night, Princess?" Morgan teased his brunette friend.
Glancing around the bullpen, checking if the coast was all clear, Emily flipped Morgan off.
"Ooh" Morgan laughed "Such obscene gestures early in the morning."
"Shut up." Emily muttered as she turned on her desktop computer.
Emily covered her ears as she heard the start-up tone on the computer.
Placing her purse and go bag under her desk, Emily quickly glanced up into Hotch's office and saw him working away on a case file.
Sighing to herself, Emily removed her jacket and got to work on her own case files.
Nearly an hour later, an electronic beep on her computer screen caused Emily to look up from the files on her desk.
Emily's eyes glanced up to Hotch's office when she saw she had an instant message from him.
Clicking on the link, Emily had to hold in the gasp when she read his message.
'What's with letting the twins out on display?' Hotch wrote.
'What the?' Emily thought to herself than looked down at the red tank top she chose to wear, due to her inability to dress properly from her hangover.
'Why, Agent Hotchner. Are you aiming for a sexual harassment complaint?' Emily wrote back.
'Maybe.' Hotch wrote.
Emily smirked to herself as she looked up at Hotch sitting at his desk.
'Naughty boy.' Emily wrote back.
Emily continued on with her case files when the electronic beep caught her attention again.
'If I was a naughty boy' Hotch wrote 'Then I'd tell you I got a great view of your rack from up here.'
Emily raised her eyebrow at that and smirked.
'You kiss your mama with that mouth?' Emily replied.
'I know something else I can do with this mouth.' Hotch wrote.
'Why, Agent Hotchner' Emily wrote 'Are you coming on to me?'
'Maybe' Hotch answered 'Why is it working?'
'How would you like me to answer that?' Emily asked.
'Come on. Don't be such a tease.' Hotch replied.
Inwardly smirking Emily answered 'But sir, I thought you liked a good tease...'
'Huh?' Hotch replied back 'What do you mean?'
'Look down in the bullpen.' Emily wrote.
Hotch glanced down from his office to see Emily lean down from her desk, to grab her purse.
'So what was that?' Hotch asked himself only to see her lean further down and he could see right down her red tank top to her black silk bra.
'Nice bra.' Hotch wrote 'Do the panties match the bra?'
'Would you like to see for yourself?' Emily replied back.
Looking up at that exact moment as she finished her final case file for the morning, she saw Hotch nearly choke on his coffee.
'Get up here, now!' Hotch wrote.
Emily signed out of the IM account and to play it cool grabbed her files to pass off walking up to Hotch's office.
Knocking on his door, Emily heard his gruff voice say, "Come in."
Emily smirked as she walked into his office seeing Hotch's eyes focused intently on her.
"Close the door." Hotch ordered as he got up and closed the blinds.
Hotch took the case files out of her hands, leaving them on the empty visitor's chair.
"So" Hotch said "You were saying I could see for myself?"
"Mm hm" Emily said watching Hotch's hands go to her unzip her black slacks.
Hotch stuck his hand down her slacks and smirked "Just as I suspected... commando."
"So it appears so" Emily smirked "I wondered why..."
"Was it because you got too drunk last night and had a great night?" Hotch asked rubbing his thumb over her bundle of nerves.
Emily held her voice calm as she felt a fire burn in the pit of her stomach "Something like that."
"Really?" Hotch asked inserting a finger in her, feeling her wet "Explain."
"Had a wonderful night" Emily said gasping when he added another finger working her "Went home with a sexy man."
"Oh." Hotch said "And what did you and this man do?"
"Had mind-blowing, fantastic sex" Emily said falling on Hotch's shoulder as she came, breathing deeply.
Hotch held her close to his chest "And this man? Who was he?"
Emily felt Hotch's hand leaving her slacks, so she unzipped him, reaching in his pants feeling his hardened length she pulled him out and stroked him.
"You." Emily whispered "You were amazing."
Hotch still holding Emily against him, wrapped his arms around her as she continued to work her magic on his manhood.
Hotch started to moan in pleasure so Emily pulled her face away from his chest and kissed him as he came.
Hotch watched as she put him back inside his pants and leaned up and whispered "You have amazing hands."
"You're not so bad yourself." Hotch whispered "We better clean up before anyone wonders what we're up to."
Emily re-zipped her slacks while Hotch handed her some water and Kleenex to wipe up her hands.
Hotch looked as Emily turned to leave his office and said "Emily?"
"Yeah?" Emily replied looking up at him.
"I'm glad you agreed to move in with me." Hotch said smiling.
Emily smiled back, "Guess we'll have to work on how much I drink when we're celebrating..."
Hotch frowned "Why?"
"Because a hung over Emily is way more friskier with you during business hours." Emily said winking at him.
"But that's my favorite part." Hotch said "Especially when you get giggly."
"Well that will have to be only on the weekends..." Emily replied.
Hotch had a small sad look on his face.
"Hey" Emily said drawing his attention on her "There's still flirty Emily, and she's way more adventurous than hung over Emily..."
Hotch said, "Really? What does she like to do..."
"Quality means doing it right when no one is looking." Henry Ford
The End
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