Chapter 1 - The Woman in Red

Author's Note: Okay, sorry folks, but I haven't figured out how to plausibly get H/P into bed yet (suggestions are welcome!) We'll get there eventually, but for now we're just going to have to go with wishful thinking.

On the bright side, profilers have incredibly vivid imaginations, right? Right. ;p Hence, rated M. Besides, it's just so much fun torturing poor Hotch (yeah, I'm evil).

Little did I know that my first drabble would evolve into Project Emily…. (Daydreams, followed by Red Means Go) Thanks to those of you who've posted reviews, and added me to lists and alerts – it really DOES inspire me to write more! :-D

And a special thanks to SussiRay for her patience with this newbie's technical questions!

Disclaimer: I own nothing officially related to Criminal Minds except my smutty thoughts, not even the DVDs (which are now officially lost in the mail... aaaarggghhh!)

Prentiss brushed off the last of the crumbs from her lap. Sure a brioche slathered with Nutella wasn't exactly a nutritious lunch, but it was damn tasty, and it was quick. She was hoping to power through the rest of her paperwork in record time this afternoon.

She had a dinner date at 6:00 that evening with her friend Jake. It was at a hot new restaurant in Dupont Circle and 6 o'clock was the only time they could squeeze in before Labor Day. Emily blew a mental raspberry. Normally she wasn't one for trendy restaurants but the chef was supposed to be amazing, so she was looking forward to at least satisfying ONE of her appetites this evening.

It was a sure bet that the other one wouldn't get satiated, since Jake most definitely played for the other team. However, there was no need for Morgan or the rest of the BAU to know that – a girl's got her pride, especially when she worked right next to a player like Derek. So when she showed up this morning in a clinging red wrap dress with matching red stilettos, Emily knew there'd be some ribbing to endure . . .

"Check out Prentiss! No pantsuit. Hot date tonight, mamacita?"

"As a matter of fact, I am going out to dinner tonight, Morgan. With my friend Jake. At Django." Emily's mouth twitched as she thought to herself, "And the other reason I'm dressed to the nines is that there's NOTHING more challenging than getting a gay man's seal of approval over your fashion choices. Especially a straight-acting one."

When Morgan promptly made a wisecrack about the wraparound dress providing quick access, Prentiss snatched up a rubber band from her desk and adeptly snapped it at his bicep. She had the satisfaction of hearing his "OW!" before JJ and Garcia descended upon her to pry out the dirt: 39, blond/green, neurologist, 6'3", hunky, funny, could cook like a fiend and…. "You mean your MOTHER actually found someone who didn't make your eyes cross with boredom?"

"Yeah, he's been great fun. I suppose even my mother can't bat 0 for 1,000."

At that point, Hotch had walked out of his office while perusing a file, and JJ and Garcia suddenly remembered other places they had to be.

Although he would never admit it aloud, Hotch was disappointed that the inquisition had come to an end. His ears had perked up from hearing the words "Prentiss" and "hot date" mentioned in close proximity, and he'd been unashamedly eavesdropping ever since. Then he'd made the tactical error of wandering outside onto the catwalk to hear a little better. Damn. Nothing like having the boss show up to end a meaty gossip session. Smooth move, Aaron.

Since he was now stranded outside his office without any more intel to gather, he turned to walk over to Rossi's office. A flash of red in his peripheral vision made him look up. Prentiss had just gotten up to walk over to the break area to get her morning cup of Splenda-sweetened coffee, and Hotch could not stop his eyes from following the alluring sway of her hips as she walked away. Those stilettos were going to be the death of him.

He gritted his teeth and tried not to imagine her entwined nude with some blond Ken doll, when really he was the one who should be accepting the implicit invitation in those fuck me pumps. Hotch had a craving to slide his hands up those slim thighs. It should be his hands untying that one strategic little bow at her waist and settling her down over his aching cock. He could just imagine her throwing her head back in pleasure as she rode them both into sensual oblivion on the couch in his office. In that position he'd be able to lick and tease her breasts while holding her hips.

Aaron watched Emily pucker up her scarlet lips to blow on her steaming hot cup of coffee. He swallowed hard at the thought of seeing her luscious mouth pursed around his throbbing erection instead. He'd clench his hand in all that thick dark hair, pulling it back so he could see her sucking him in. Watching her head bobbing up and down, seeing her cheeks hollow out with each suck, while her hands gripped the base of his shaft and held his balls, he probably wouldn't last long before coming explosively. But there was always round two, and then he'd be able to . . .

"Aaron? Did you want to speak to me about something?"

David Rossi tried not to snort in amusement as Hotch visibly had to pull his thoughts together, or at least redirect them away from the sexy brunette walking back to her desk. Atta girl, Emily. Let's see if we can remind our fearless leader that he's now back on the market.

Listening to Hotch mutter some excuse about his ostensible reason for consulting him, Rossi's eyebrow quirked. Hmmm. . . Prentiss couldn't have done better if she'd tried. Competition will definitely exacerbate those alpha male tendencies.

Since the older agent had also seen Prentiss eyeing her unit chief covertly when she thought no one else was looking, he wondered if she'd simply given up hope that Hotch would ever cross that boundary. With Aaron's work habits, it wasn't likely that he'd meet another woman any time soon. Hotch, on the other hand, looked like he was about to lose his window of opportunity.

Afterword: The prompts were chocolate, sunglasses, and high heels, so I changed the chocolate into Nutella (mmmmm….) – hope that counts! The sunglasses will show up in the next chapter. And I have a few ideas about succeeding chapters. I can see that my staycation is going to be consumed with H/P and not the giant pile of other things I had on my list! And as you can see, I've totally given up on the drabble and headed straight into multi-chapter territory. :-D