Okay, so babygurl0506 has given me some prompts and since this is a gift for her birthday, I really hope I do justice to them! This chapter: Thundercock (as a name) - please try to contain your laughter, even though I was unable to. Next chapter: handcuffs and circular bed. Have I whetted your appetite yet?

Happy birthday, babygurl0506, hope you have an awesome one! Next chapter will be up by the time your actual birthday arrives, promise!

Brrr… Brrr…

Emily opened one eye. What the hell was that? She was pretty sure today was Saturday and they were not the team on call.

Brrr… Brrr…

She groped for the silently vibrating cell on the night stand. "Prentiss," she mumbled.

"Oh!" There was a long pause. "Err … Emily? Is that you?"

"PG? Of course it's me. You called me didn't you?" Emily didn't bother opening her eyes. Please don't let this be a come into work call. She was too tired. She felt like she had gotten only an hour's sleep last night. Which she probably did.

"Well … I was actually trying to reach Hotch."

If Emily had been more alert or had had more sleep, what happened next wouldn't have happened. But she hadn't and so it did. "Hang on, he's right here." She reached out and shook his shoulder. "Honey, it's Garcia." She held out the cell to him.

Hotch's eyes flew open in horror. "Emily!" He glared at her as he sat up, taking the phone from her hand.

Emily gasped, instantly awake. Crap. The shit was so going to hit the fan now. And by shit she meant her supervisor. Her gorgeously bed rumpled, naked-as-the-day-he-was-born supervisor. Even the fierce frown on his face as he spoke to Garcia didn't take away from his sexiness. Her eyes lingered longingly on the sleek muscles on his back. She had never imagined that he would be so utterly delicious under his charcoal grey suits. That was probably a good thing. Because since she discovered 'naked Hotch' two months ago, trying to compartmentalise their sexual activities from their professional lives was proving to be extremely difficult, even for her. Well, it was more like impossible. And it was all Hotch's fault. His skill in the intimate arts was mind-blowingly phenomenal. She wasn't sure if mind-blowingly was an actual word, but who cared. Her thoughts started to drift …

"Emily."

She was dragged rudely out of her x-rated playback of last night's activities. She could see that he was still annoyed, so she flashed him an apologetic smile. "I'm really sorry that Garcia found out."

He didn't look appeased by her apology. "We were supposed to keep this between us, Emily."

She scooted over to him on the bed. "It was only Garcia right?" At his curt nod, she smiled. "Don't worry, I'll swear her to secrecy."

"How?" Hotch looked sceptical.

"I happen to have some dirt on her and Kevin's sex life that she will so not want to spread around." She shook her head at his questioning look. "Sex and role playing games. 'Nuff said."

Hotch blinked.

"Yeah, that was my reaction, too. So, did she want anything important?" Even before he replied she was already pulling away the sheet that was covering the lower half of his body.

"Not really." He looked faintly amused as she climbed onto his lap. "Last night wasn't enough?"

"You know I can never get enough of you." She leaned closer to kiss him, surprised when he pulled away. She raised an eyebrow when he picked up his cell then started typing on it. "Aaron, what are you doing?"

"Just sending an email to Garcia to order a new cell for you." He reached over and put his phone on the night stand. "You need to have a different model to mine. Otherwise next time you answer my cell, it could be Morgan at the other end." He put his hands at her waist and drew her closer.

Her breath hitched when she came up against a very enthusiastic part of him. Oh my.

"Now, where were we?" Hotch murmured, right before his mouth captured hers.

"Okay, spill it, peaches."

"What?" Emily looked askance at her colourfully garbed, cyber genius friend who had just plunked herself down on her desk.

"You, boss man, sex. I want to know how the digital hell that third element ever got into the equation."

Emily opened her mouth, but before she could answer, JJ appeared. "Yeah, come on, give us the low down."

She raised her eyebrows at the blonde profiler. "Low down? What happened, did you and Morgan switch bodies?"

"Don't try to change the subject. You and Hotch. What happened?" JJ narrowed her eyes. "And don't even think of not giving us the dirt. We're so not leaving until you do."

"There's no dirt! I mean, yes, we're seeing each other, but it's all above board." Emily paused. "Kind of."

"Yeah, so above board you couldn't tell your best friends?" Garcia didn't look amused.

"It's Hotch, for God's sake. You know what a stickler for the rules he is. He made me promise not to tell. But I really, really wanted to, I swear." Emily gave her friends a pleading look.

"We'll forgive you, as long as you tell us how you hooked up." JJ crossed her arms and leaned back on Reid's chair that she had borrowed.

"You know the cold case in Denver that we were asked to consult on two months ago?"

"The one where the two of you went and the rest of us stayed behind?" A smile crept onto JJ's face.

"No way!" breathed Garcia. "On a work trip?"

"No! Well, technically we were off duty. That last day was hellish so we decided to have a drink in the bar, which turned into eight drinks. Then H … oh hey Anderson, nice tie." Emily nodded to the agent who was walking by her desk.

"Ooh, good save. I didn't even see him," muttered Garcia. "Then what?" She leaned forward in excitement, eyes wide behind the rims of her glasses.

"So Hotch walks me to my room and then he – "

"Morning ladies," Dave called out as he walked past them towards the stairs.

"Bloody hell!" Garcia looked like she was about to explode. "Okay, I've got an idea. Why don't you come up with a name for Hotch, then you can finish your story and no one would be the wiser even if they overheard you."

"A name? You mean like a handle?"

"Precisely, ma belle enfant. Now what do you want to call Monsieur Frowny Face?"

Emily was drawing a blank. "I have no idea. What's wrong with Monsieur Frowny Face?"

Garcia rolled her eyes. "Because that is WAY too obvious, dollface. Come on, you can do it." She wiggled her eyebrows. "How bout something dirty. Cos JJ and I just cannot imagine you guys in the sack. Hotch, naked, on top of you …" She looked at JJ and they both broke out in peals of laughter.

Emily shook her head. "How old are you both again? As for Hotch in the sack. You know how determined he is when he puts his mind to something? Well when he puts his mind to getting me those orgasms … let's just say I actually fainted that first night." She chuckled when she saw the jaws of her two friends drop. "Okay, okay, I got it. I'm going to call him Thundercock. Because he makes me come like thunder."

They all turned around when they heard a choking sound. Reid stood a few feet away, red in the face.

"Reid? You okay?" Emily raised a questioning eyebrow at her colleague.

"Uh yeah, I'm fine. Um, I'll just go get a coffee and come back later." He rushed off like the hounds of hell were after him.

"Methinks young Dr Reid here heard your Thundercock comment." Garcia grinned.

"And speaking of the devil," muttered JJ under her breath as she stood up.

"Morning." Hotch nodded at the three of them and proceeded up the stairs to his office.

Garcia hopped off Emily's desk. "Okay, we'll continue the adventures of Prentiss and Thundercock later."

Emily waved to her friends and was just turning back to her computer screen when she heard Morgan's amused voice.

"Thundercock, Princess?"

Haha, that was SO much fun for me to write I can't even express in words. Next chapter up soon! Send a review my way, pretty please?