Okay, this one is extremely long. Wayy longer than I thought it would be. **SMUT ALERT** This chapter is rated M.

I spent forever contemplating how to write this one, it was harder than you might think. Annd…this is the last chapter!

It had been several days and one case later since the incident in her hotel room. She had been avoiding Hotch at all costs recently, unsure if she could hide her growing affection towards him if placed in a similar situation again. Although, her ever-professional exterior wouldn't let it interfere with their relationship on the job, she found herself sneaking glances towards his office, or staring absentmindedly in his general direction. She had never experienced the type of emotion she was feeling towards him right now, and it confused her. In all the years she had spent with this man, she never once had any kind of inappropriate thoughts directed towards him. Until now. And it was scaring the crap out of her. Anybody that knew her knew that Emily Prentiss did not scare easily, but right now, she had no clue whatsoever as to what to do about the situation she was in.

Feeling someone's gaze on her as she sipped on her second cup of coffee that morning, she looked up from the paperwork on her desk catching the object of her current thoughts staring at her through his office window. Offering a slight smile, she outwardly brushed it off as a regular occurrence, when inside she was slightly freaking out. Because it WASa regular occurrence. She often felt the heated scrutiny from across the room, recently more often than not. Was he mad at her? Did she do something wrong? Could he—No. That wasn't possible she thought, quickly brushing that hopeful idea out of her head.

Before she could finish her train of thought and get down to the bottom of what was going on with him, she turned her torso around upon hearing the office door of her best friend open. Watching as she briskly exited her office, the gesturing movement she made with her and the manila envelope at her side confirmed Emily's suspicious.

"Conference room everybody. We have a case." She heard JJ say, just as she was standing up from her desk.

Now, here they stood, go-bags in tow at the reception desk of the Plum Tree Inn. After working for almost twelve hours straight, they were instructed to head back to the Inn to check into their rooms for the night. Although no one felt comfortable abandoning the case for even a few hours to get some rest, all were too exhausted to protest and they had driven their way over in defeated silence.

Half heartedly listening to the conversation Hotch was having with the young male behind the counter, their ears picked up when they heard the apologetic reply coming from the young man, obviously unnerved under their boss' harsh stare.

"I'm sorry, you WHAT?" asked Morgan, stepping closer to the counter. The young man whos nametag read 'Ted' shifted his gaze towards the inquiring man.

"We only have three rooms available Sir, I'm sorry."

Groaning in protest, the five remaining members of the team were too tired to press the issue, and Hotch took the three room keys before turning back to the exhausted faces of his team.

Stepping in the elevator, they rode in silence up to the third floor before getting out and turning to the left, following the long hallway toward their rooms. Stopping just before the end of the hallway he turned to face the five people trailing behind him sleepily.

"Okay, how are we going to do this?"

"I call JJ," said Rossi immediately, reaching out to grab the room key from Hotch.

"Emily," said Derek, expectantly holding his hand out towards him as well.

"No way am I sleeping with Reid, Morgan. I get Prentiss. Here you go," he said, handing the room key to the man in front of him. Although Derek wasn't looking forward to sleeping with the young doctor who liked to kick in his sleep, he took the card from Hotch, just wanting to fall into the bed no matter who was next to him.

After they had disappeared into their rooms, Hotch turned towards Emily. Seeing no waver of emotion on her face, he knew it was useless trying to read her mind, and he turned to the door right behind them, swiftly unlocking the door and holding it open for Emily to enter first. Shutting the door behind him, he watched as she awkwardly set her bag down before slipping off her shoes.

"If you don't mind I'm going to jump into the shower, alright?" she asked, knowing that he liked to take his showers in the morning. Nodding his head, he slipped off his shoes as well before heading over to the furthest side of the bed and setting his bag down. Watching her disappear into the bathroom, he let out a deep breath and sat down on the edge of the bed. Running his hands through his hair he thought, why did I get myself into this? I should have just bunked with Reid. I can hardly be in the same room as her let alone sleep next to her without her figuring out how I feel!

Knowing that she wouldn't be long in the bathroom, he stood up and quickly stripped down to his boxers before changing into his nightclothes. Still pondering his previous thoughts and coming up with no helpful answers, he failed to hear the lack of the steady stream of water coming from the bathroom. Staring in utter shock, he watched as Prentiss walked out of the bathroom wearing only a towel. A very short, revealing towel.

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Shutting off the water, Emily stepped out of the shower more than ready for bed. Although she was nervous about her sleeping arrangements with Hotch, it was nothing compared to the sheer tiredness she felt. And, apparently in her lack of alertness she had forgotten her go bag in the hallway by her shoes. Great.

Wrapping a towel around her, she looked in the mirror, sighing at the revealing sight before her. Now he's going to think I did this on purpose, she thought as she turned the doorknob of the bathroom door. Stepping out into the hall, she quickly ran over to her go bag, feeling the stare from across the room and hearing the slight gasp escaping his lips. Carefully bending over so as not to accidently show him her backside, she bent down and retrieved the shoulder strap of her bag. Swiftly turning around, she hustled back through the bathroom doorway never once looking up towards the man standing by the bed, who was still looking at her retreating form. Shutting the door behind her, she dropped her bag on the floor and leaned against the sink in front of her. Cringing, she thought of how much more awkward she had just made things. Oh well, it could have been worse, she thought, trying to comfort herself with the prospect that it wasn't as bad as she had anticipated it to be.

…..

Watching as she bent over to grab her bag, he had to physically cover his mouth to keep the groan from passing his lips. Not taking his eyes off her for even a second, he watched as she turned back to the bathroom. Turned dripping wet and almost naked back into the bathroom. Suppressing another groan, he thought to himself, Yup. This is going to be a long night.

Peeling back the covers, he climbed into bed, knowing that it was the only way he was going to hide his current and very obvious erection. Taking a few calming breaths, he stabilized himself before reaching over and shutting off the lamp above his head.

….

Sighing in relief when she saw that he was already in bed, she quickly shut off her own bedside lamp and crawled in. Scooting as far away from him as possible trying unsuccessfully to reduce the awkwardness, she quickly fell into a heavy slumber.

…..

Opening his eyes, he could see that it was still dark outside. So what woke me up? Thought Aaron. Just then, he remembered the previous night, and realized what the heavy weight on his arm was. Looking down, he saw that Emily lay with her head on his bicep, sound asleep. Molded to the shape of his own body, he noted that she was pressed tightly against him from head to toe. Feeling the familiar tingling in his groin his whole demeanor changed drastically from an almost pleasant expression to one of dread. Fuck. So that's what woke me up. How the hell am I supposed to move without waking her up?

What if I don't want to move… he thought. Shifting his eyes to her face, he studied her features intensely. He had never before had the chance to really look at her up close without having to worry about getting caught. Looking at her closed eyelids, he studied her long, full eyelashes that were casting small shadows down her cheeks. Her hair was shimmering slightly in the moonlight, cascading around her face, framing it perfectly. Her pale face was as peaceful as he could ever remember seeing her. She's so beautiful.

Once again feeling the unwelcome yet still difficult to resist painful pleasure emitting from his pelvis, he grudgingly decided he should probably move before he did something he, or rather she, might regret.

Before he had the chance to disentangle himself, he felt the woman in his arms shift slightly, causing a moan to escape his lips. Quickly quieting himself, he checked to make sure she was still asleep.

Watching with horror, he looked to see that although she was still asleep, she was continuously shifting around. Pulling her head from his arm, she unconsciously flipped onto her other side so that her head was buried against his chest, emitting a soft sigh of contempt. Somewhat registering that this position made it easier to crawl out of bed, he started to shift again only to be stopped by Emily. Well, her leg to be precise. Watching in panic, he could do nothing to stop her before her leg came up and intertwined with his, pressing her pelvis into his bent knee. Fuck.

Shit—is she?! Oh my god, she's wet. At least I'm not the only aroused one here, he thought dryly, trying to think of an upside to this awkward situation. Well, besides the obvious one. Now, having completely given up on the idea of escape, he had to try to at least move his knee from the oh so inviting nether regions of his subordinate, and do his best to handle his own little—or rather big problem.

At least she's still asleep. He knew that if Emily woke up while they were still in this position, she would be completely and utterly mortified.

But he had spoken too soon.

Just as he was beginning to pull away, he felt her torso shift, and watched in horror as her eyes blinked open.

Taking a moment for her eyes to focus in the dim lighting and sleepy stupor she was in, she was unfazed by her current situation. Mm...I haven't slept so good in ages, she thought happily. Why am I so warm? What is that—Oh. My. God.

Hotch.

Blinking rapidly in confusion, she snapped her eyes up to his, hoping with every fiber of her being that he was still asleep, and unaware of there position.

No such luck. Meeting his gaze, she realized that he was staring down at her in utter shock and panic, probably the same expression she had on her face, she thought wryly. Suddenly noting the tingling sensations seemingly dispersing from every point of her body, she finally grasped the intimateness of their situation. They were lying of their sides facing one another, her pressed tightly up against his chest, arms curled to her chest. His knee was bent in a half fatal-like position, situated comfortably between her legs. And, pressed snugly against her lower stomach was unmistakably Hotch's rather large, and erect member. Eyes widening in panic, she knew they had to do something about their current situation before things got out of control.

"Ohmigosh Hotch, I am so sorry. I don't—" she stuttered, before being abruptly cut off by her own senses.

As she had fumbled through her sentence, she had begun to shift her body, trying to detach herself from his embrace as quickly as possible. But, as she did so, she felt the not so subtle twinge of arousal where her core had rubbed against his knee. Alas, cutting off her sentence with a mangled gasp, and sudden intake of oxygen. Stilling immediately, she squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to remain calm.

Feeling the rush of moisture between her legs where his knee was placed was too much for Aaron Hotchner. His infamous skills when it came to hiding his emotions stood absolutely no chance when it came to the woman in his arms. Feeling, more than seeing her arousal gave him the courage to do what he had been wanted to do for the past two weeks.

"Look at me. Emily, look at me. Open your eyes."

Hearing the use of her first name easily roll off his tongue, she opened her eyes once more, if not only out of shock. Seeing his quickly darkening eyes almost made her whimper in excitement and fear. Seeing the same expression on his face that she had seen not so long ago in her hotel room, it suddenly dawned on her what she had been trying to figure out ever since. Lust. That was what his expression showed. That was the strange emotion she had seen filling his eyes then, and now even more intensely.

Oblivious to her current revelations, he continued on. "I want to see your beautiful eyes. I want you to know with absolute certainty that what I'm about to do isn't out of complete physicality of the situation. I have been wanting to do this for weeks. You, Emily Prentiss, make me feel things that I have not felt in a very, very long time. And I want you to know before I do this that I want you, and I want all of you, forever."

Giving her no time to fully comprehend what he had just said, he lowered his head to hers in an abrupt manner, his lips passionately descending upon her own. Squeaking with surprise, it was all she could do not to melt into his arms in utter bliss. Taking advantage of her slightly parted lips, he ran his tongue along the inside of her lower lip, grazing her teeth, asking for entrance. With no signs of protest from the woman beneath him, he quickly dominated her mouth with his own. Exploring every ridge of her unexplainably delicious mouth, he felt her soft moan vibrating through her throat. Groaning in response, he let his left hand wander down her body from where it currently cupped her cheek. Realizing for the first time that she wasn't wearing a bra, he easily let his palm slide over her breast, roughly kneading the peaked nipple before continuing downward with his exploration. Hearing her soft groan of protest, he broke away for much need air. Inhaling deeply, they silently stared at one another before he broke the small stretch of silence.

"Don't worry sweetheart, there will be much of that later," he said with a slight smirk. Blushing in response, she simply lifted her head slightly, willing him to come closer once more. Granting her wish, he flipped himself over so that he was hovering above her, just grazing the top of her body with his underside. Putting most of his weight onto one arm, he once again let his hand wander around her soft curves, inwardly smiling at her faint moans of delight. Moving his hand to her hip, he gently teased her by dipping his thumb into the front of her pajama shorts, while trailing kisses from the corner of her lips to her ear, tenderly nipping at her earlobe. Not able to take the teasing for any longer, she not so subtly raised her hips from the bed, making it clear what she wanted. Unable to deny her tempting request, he pushed away from her, quickly standing up on the side of the bed. Pulling of his shirt, he watched as her eyes rounded in delight. Quickly discarding the rest of his clothes, he held out his hand to her, pulling her up so that she was sitting up in bed. Reaching over, he grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head as she eagerly raised her arms above her head. Releasing it form his grasp, his mind completely abandoned all other thoughts at the sight before him. Already erect with arousal, her plentiful breasts were practically begging for his attention.

Catching the obvious darkening in his eyes upon seeing her chest, she unashamedly felt a rush of womanly pride, and a different kind of rush between her legs. Jesus, could I get any wetter? She thought exasperatedly, mentally rolling her eyes. Breath hitching as he descended upon her with clear determination, she lied back on the bed as his lips came crashing down on hers. Inhaling sharply as his very talented mouth made his way down her neck, she threw her head back exposing her throat to him more openly. Feeling him continue slowly down her body, she couldn't stop the sharp gasp as his mouth latched onto her left nipple, sucking wildly. Taking the peak between his teeth, he nipped softly and then once more gently flicked it with his tongue, emitting a soft mewling noise from the brunette under him. Repeating the process with her other breast, he then trailed kissed down her stomach, stopping to dip his tongue into her belly button, quickly flicking his tongue. Reaching her waistline, he slowly brought his eager fingers up to her last remaining clothing. Registering what he was about to do, she raised herself up to her elbows, staring wide-eyed at the man in front of her. Looking down, it was all she could do not do cum right then and there as he made brief eye contact with her, giving her an uncharacteristic sultry grin. Unprepared, she barely managed to stay propped up as he dragged her shorts and underwear down in one motion, and bent down to her wet core. Dragging his tongue along the drenched folds, he licked her from bottom to top, eliciting a loud groan from her at the contact. Plunging right in, he aggressively assaulted her heated core, flicking his tongue and nipping with his teeth. Judging from the constant whimpers and ragged breathing from above him, he could tell she was close. Changing tactics, he momentarily released his mouth from her, but was once again touching her before she could protest. Sliding one finger into her wet folds, he shuddered unintentionally at the feel of her tight channel.

"Christ Emily, you're so tight and wet." Sliding in another finger, he began to thrust slowly, in and out with hardly any friction thanks to her slick walls. Using his thumb to make contact with her clit, he felt himself grow even harder at the low moans coming from her throat as he rapidly sped up his movements. With one last thrust, he curled his fingers slightly as he drew out of her. Watching as she threw her head back, spine arching away from the bed, she opened her mouth in a silent scream of pleasure. He slowed his thrusting movements, feeling her twitch as she rode out the last few waves of her orgasm.

Not able to wait any longer, he climbed up to meet her face to face.

"Emily, I need to feel you around me right now."

Immediately aroused once more at the urgent tone of his voice and the prospect of him being inside of her, she snapped her eyes open. Seeing the absolute lust and barely constrained arousal in his eyes, her movements became just as urgent as his own. Spreading her legs for him, she watched as he placed himself at her entrance, shaking with anticipation. It brought a small grin to her face knowing that she had done that to him. That he was literally shaking with arousal because of her, and her alone. Without warning, he slammed himself into her, filling her more than she thought was possible. As her eyes widened in shock, mouth making a slight 'O,' he gently stroked her cheek, instantly concerned.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No, I'm okay. Don't stop." She relied breathless after a brief moment to adjust herself to his size.

Touched by his tenderness, she was amazed that even with only a shred of constraint left, he had stopped to make sure she was okay.

Hearing her words, he needed no further convincing, and he sprang into action. Thrusting in and out, he didn't even hear the gruff growl emitting from his throat as he pummeled into her. Meeting him stride for stride with each thrust, she brought her hips up with each time he pounded into her. Seeing his thrusts become more urgent and his breathing irregular, she knew he was close. The thought of having his pulsating shaft buried deep inside her as he released his seed was too much for the brunette, and she came with more force than she thought possible. Grasping the bed sheets, she dug her nails into the cloth, reveling in her intense release.

Watching as she arched her back off the bed in pleasure, he latched his mouth onto hers, swallowing her muffled screams. Feeling her channel clench and unclench around his throbbing cock, he grunted loudly and came with equal intensity after two more thrusts.

Stilling instantly, he hovered over her, panting. There were no words to describe how he felt at that very moment. Believing wholeheartedly that actions were greater than words, they remained staring into each other's eyes long after there breathing had returned to normal. Staring down at her flushed cheeks, glistening eyes, hair splayed across the pillow, he knew that she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. He wanted to wrap her in his arms, and keep her there forever, unmoving. Without breaking eye contact, he gently flipped them over so that she was straddling his waist, never disconnecting. Giving out a startled yelp, she grinned at his unexpected move. Adjusting her position, she held her breath as the movement stirred her still sensitive clit. Sinking further onto his rod, she gasped at the feeling of him so deeply buried inside of her, previously thinking that they could not have been connected any closer.

Hearing the frequent sounds emitting from her throat unconsciously made his cock give a small jerk inside of her. Shit, how can I still be aroused? I'm still inside of her from our last encounter for Christ sake! He thought.

Seeing his eyes darken once more, she felt the tension once again pooling in her lower belly. Placing her hands on either side of his torso, she slowly started to rock her hips back and forth, resulting in a low groan from the man beneath her. Feeling his rod immediately harden, she smiled wickedly, glad that she hadn't completely worn him out quite yet. Plenty of time for that later, she thought to herself.

Placing his hands on her hips, he grasped her tightly before pressing down, grinding her into him, listening as she moaned in delight. Keeping his left hand where it was, he moved his dominant hand toward where they were joined. Using his thumb, he began rubbing her clit in a circular motion as she whimpered above him."Aaro—Oh! Don't stop! Please don't stop! Harder!" she panted, barely getting the words out between her ragged breaths. Increasing his pace, he applied more pressure, changing directions. Practically chocking on her own spit, she gasped as his nimble fingers skillfully brought her over the edge. After taking a moment to regain her composure, she looked up at his face, seeing intense desire clearly written all over it. Observing as a sultry smile formed on her lips, he knew that he was in big trouble. He watched as she placed her hands on top of where his rest on her sides, stopping his movements while maintaining her own rhythmic rocking. Then, as she stilled completely, he practically jumped in anticipation. Abruptly, he felt her rapidly rise up onto her knees, and then slam down forcefully on his rock hard cock. Again and again she raised herself almost to the point of withdrawal and then fell back down, briefly burrowing him deep inside of her before repeating the motions. Feeling the familiar sensations in his groin, he tightened his grip on her sides, knowing that there would be bruising on her hips in the morning. Part of him, the dark and steamy part that was buried deep within, liked the fact that there would be evidence of their intense lovemaking, marking her as his own. Watching as she threw her head back exposing the soft skin of her throat, he couldn't hold his release any longer. Slamming down on his cock one last time, she fell over the edge with him, this time with a soft, pleasant release. Collapsing on his chest, she rolled off of him, lying peacefully on her back next to him. Watching the rise and fall of his chest begin to slow, she reached her hand out, placing it on the toned muscles of his abdomen, smiling softly as he looked down at her. Slowly, they drifted off together into an undisturbed slumber.

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Okay, I must admit that I felt really strange writing this chapter, it was way harder than I imagined. But I must say, I am quite pleased with how it turned out, and I hope you were too :) This IS the last chapter, as I didn't really feel like continuing this story as their relationship progressed and whatnot. That could go on forever! Plus, this was mainly supposed to be just an Emily/Hotch fic anyways.