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Emily was never a fan of celebrating Valentine’s day. She found the holiday cliche and tacky with hearts and roses, pinks and reds surrounding her everywhere she went. Though since Penelope and Kevin broke up, JJ had brought up the idea of Galentine’s day to celebrate their friendship and support their friend. It wasn’t even a question where the celebration would be hosted, the choices being JJ’s living room with a small child and husband in the next room, Pen’s small, cramped flat or Emily’s two-stories, empty and overpriced condo. So really the only reasonable thing was to host it at Emily’s place.
When it was almost time to leave work, Emily grabbed her report and jogged up the couple of stairs to Hotch’s office. She knocked lightly and stepped into the office when he invited her in. She smiled and came up to his desk with the manila folder in hand. He looked up from the pile of files in his desk and gave her a dimpled smile.
“Have fun, sweetheart.” he said, his voice gentle and so very Aaron.
“Are you sure you’re okay with it?” she asked, her hand scratching the soft one day old stubble on his cheek.
“Of course, I am.” he chuckled and pulled her into a kiss. “I have a ridiculous amount of paperwork anyway. I’ll see you later, Em.”
She nodded with a smile and pecked his lips again quickly. “Text me when you’re on the way.” she winked and left his office.
Emily and Hotch had been dating for months now, the relationship still fresh and exciting. The only one who knew was JJ and Penelope when it slipped out out Emily’s mouth one time at the girls night. Somehow the two blondes managed to keep their mouths shut.
She grabbed get belongings and went to JJ’s office and stuck her head inside.
“Ready to go?” Emily asked and JJ smiled up at her.
“Please, let’s get out of here.” she said and took her bag and hooking her arm around Emily’s, they went to Penelope’s tech room.
“Oh, I’m so excited!” Penelope said as she joined them, holding her pink purse. “We finally get to have a girls night.”
“It’s been way too long!” JJ sighed as they stepped into the elevator.
The three women got into Emily’s car and she drove to her place, music blasting from the speakers, all three of them finally able to relax after a harsh week, the small space filled with gossip and laughter right away.
Parking the car, they made their way up to her condo. Taking off her coat, Emily went into the kitchen to take out the charcuterie board she prepared the night before and brought them to the living room. Penelope brought a container of muffins she made for the occasion. Emily put the board on the coffee table next to the muffins as JJ and Penelope put all of Emily’s throw pillows and blankets on the floor for them to get comfortable. Usually when the three of them drank, they found themselves sliding off the couch and kicking off their feet.
“I hope we have enough drinks. I had to send Aaron to the store last night for more.” Emily laughed and took out the cold bottles out of the fridge before bringing it to the girls.
“Poor Aaron.” JJ giggled as Emily opened the first bottle and poured them all a glass.
“So what are yours and Bossman’s plans for Valentine’s Day?” Penelope asked and sipped her drink as Emily sat down between the two blondes on the blankets and grabbed a piece of cheese.
“Hopefully not leaving the bed all day.” she smirked and popped the cheese into her mouth.
They all giggled and Emily turned on the tv to play some of the romance movies Penelope picked for the night.
“So from that I’m assuming everything is going great between you two.” JJ said, her back resting against the couch as she sipped her drink.
Emily hummed softly, a lazy smile on her lips as her finger moved over the rim of the glass.
“It’s amazing.” she admitted, a genuine smile spreading across her face at the thought of Aaron. “Aaron is just perfect.”
“It’s so weird to hear you speak about our boss like that.” Penelope giggled and rested her head against Emily’s shoulder.
“He’s so much different than the Hotch you know.” Emily laughed, finishing her drink.
“We need all the details. You owe us!” Penelope said, gripping her arm.
“Well, Pen. Top up my drink. I’m not tipsy enough.” Emily laughed and held up her glass.
“Come on, Em. He’s our boss, we’re curious!” JJ said as Penelope poured them more alcohol.
Emily shook her head with a smirk and drank some of her drink before grabbing a muffin.
“I promised Aaron I wouldn’t share anything private.” she said, making the two women groan on both sides.
“He wouldn’t find out!” Penelope protested loudly and Emily looked at her sceptically.
“You’d both stare at him awkwardly on Monday.” she said and ate the muffin.
The three of them slumped against the couch and watched the movie, eating, laughing and drinking. They didn’t even realise when they finished all the bottles they had for the night, the food soon forgotten as they laughter turned into drunken giggles and mumbling. Penelope fully laid on the floor, her head on Emily’s lap as JJ laid on the other side, her head resting on a pile of pillows.
“Alright, how about we all share one detail.” JJ giggled and hiccuped, looking at the other two women.
Emily rolled her eyes and sighed. “Fine.”
“Alright! I’ll start!” Penelope said and clapped her hands. “I like being blindfolded, it makes other senses much stronger.”
“Me and Will sometimes use handcuffs.” JJ said, a blush creeping up her neck.
“Wow! You girls are so adventurous.” Emily laughed, finishing her drink.
Both blondes looked at her with raised eyebrows, waiting for her turn. She shrugged nonchalantly and put her glass back on the table.
“I like choking.” she smirked.
“There’s no way Hotch is down for that.” JJ laughed with a shake of her head as Emily’s smirk grew bigger.
“Oh, he’s really enjoying it.” she laughed, throwing her head back.
Both women sat up more, intrigued and tried to get her to spill some more details when her phone chimed. She stretched and reached for it on the couch. Looking at the screen, she realised how late it was, a new message from Hotch on her notification bar.
“Legs up in 20.” she scanned the message, her cheeks turning red, a rush of excitement running through her body and she glanced up at her friends, biting her lip.
“Speaking of the devil.” she said, trying to keep her voice neutral. “The boss is coming home and I really need you two out before he gets here.”
The women looked at her with amusement as Emily was already on her feet, cleaning the bottles and all the leftovers. Penelope snatched her phone when she disappeared into the kitchen and checked the messages. Holding the phone up in front of JJ’s face who was talking to Will on the phone to come pick them up, she looked down at the phone and burst out into giggles when she saw the text from Hotch.
It didn’t take long for Will to get there and collect the two blondes. Both hugged Emily tightly, giggling and kissing her cheeks as she shook her head smiling, probably the least drunk of them all.
“Have fun with Bossman.” Penelope winked as they stepped into the elevator. Emily laughed softly and closed the door.
She finished cleaning up in the kitchen and picked up all the pillows and blankets and threw some on the couch and the rest into the basket. Turning off the lights downstairs, she went up into her bathroom and stripped off her clothes. She took a cold shower to sober up more and put on her silk red robe. Glancing at the clock, she sat down on the bed and put some lotion on her legs and arms, making sure her skin was smooth and soft for the touch.
She rested her head against the headboard and grabbed her book off her nightstand. She read a few pages before she heard the front door open. Her heart started to beat faster, the sound of the door locking and him putting his belongings down. His measured steps against the hardwood floors made a shiver run up her spine. She bit her lip as she heard him climb up the stairs.
He stopped in the doorway, still fully dressed in his suit, the only thing missing was his holster that he must have put in the safe on the way here. His eyes ran down her body, an eyebrow raised as she sat up more, her posture strengthened and she bent her knees and moved her legs apart.
“Is that how you wanted me, sir?” she purred, a satisfied smirk on her face as his eyes turned black at the sight of her all spread out before him.
“Come here, Agent Prentiss.” he said, his voice deep and stern.
She quickly got out of bed and came to stand in front of him as he watched her with heated eyes. He pulled on the string of her robe, letting it loose and exposing her naked body to him and pushed it off her shoulders, making it fall to the floor.
“The report you gave me? Complete bullshit.” he grunted as he undid his tie. “Just wasted my time on it.”
“I’m sorry, sir.” she breathed out and he grabbed her neck.
“You’ll show me how sorry you are, Agent Prentiss.” he said, squeezing lightly her neck, the sensation making her eyes roll back. “On your knees.”
She dropped down to her knees obediently as soon as his hand withdrew from around her neck. He walked behind her and with gentle fingers collected all her dark hair into a ponytail. He tied it with his tie and then pulled her wrists behind her. She gasped quietly at the contact with cold metal as he snapped his handcuffs around her wrists.
Coming back around, he brushed her bangs out of her face and looked down at her, big brown eyes staring at him from under long lashes, soft alabaster skin, breasts pushed up and pink nipples standing for attention as she waited her his next command. She glanced down at his already tented pants and he smirked at her eagerness. He undid the buttons of his shirt and moved to his belt. His pants and boxers were pushed down his legs and pooled around his ankles.
He grunted as he looked down at her and grabbed his cock. He tapped her lips with it and she opened them wide willingly. His free hand fell to her ponytail, gripping it tightly and guiding her, forcing her to take him deeper. She held her head in place until she gagged around him, her throat contracting around him and he let her pull away to catch her breath. She looked up at him and leaned closer, pressing soft kisses against his length and running the flat of her tongue over the slit, making him hiss and grab her hair again.
“Fuck, Prentiss. That’s right.” he groaned, pushing his length between her lips again. “Those mouth are so much better when they don’t talk back.”
She moaned around him, sending vibrations through his body and taking him deeper as he pulled on her hair with a low moan. She bobbed her head and let him guide her movements as she breathed through her nose. He looked at her and he thought he had never seen a more beautiful thing. Emily Prentiss on her knees all naked, handcuffed, tears streaming down her face leaving black streaks of mascara down her cheeks, eyes glassy as she took him in all the way. He felt the familiar pull coiling in his lower belly and had to pull her away by the hair. His twitching cock fell from her mouth with a loud pop, a string of saliva still connecting him to her bottom lip as she breathed heavily, catching her breath.
He pulled her up by the shoulders to stand before him and kissed her, biting on her lower lip and pushing his tongue into her mouth, tasting himself. He grunted softly as he dominated the kiss, claiming his possession.
He turned her around with one swift move and grabbed the handcuffs, leading her to the bed. He pushed her down onto the middle of her bed. She gasped softly as he pulled her ass up and rubbed her hip, looking at her glistening center.
“You think you deserve it, Prentiss?” he asked, rubbing his cock against her and she whimpered, her body shivering in anticipation.
“Yes.” she breathed out and bit her lip. Her cheek pressed against the mattress. “Please, sir.”
“Speak up, agent. Tell me what you want.” he said and slapped her ass, making her moan.
“Please, sir. I need you.” she moaned, pushing her hips up and swaying them teasingly.
He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pushed into her, entering her in one fluid motion. Her body jolted as she hissed in pain, having no time to adjust as he started to thrust into her right away. He wrapped his hand around her hair and pulled, making her arch her back as he pounded into her. Each deep thrust causing moans to fall from her lips.
“Look at you, Prentiss.” he grunted as her legs quivered and he reached underneath her to rub her clit. “Taking your boss’ cock so good.”
“Oh my God, Aaron!” she screamed and bit onto the sheets as she fell apart around him, falling down onto the bed, her walls contracting around him, pulling him deeper as he continued his punishing pace.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Such a perfect thing for me.” he said as she came back down, catching her breath.
She moaned lowly at the praise, her walls squeezing around him and he grabbed her wrists and pulled her up. Her back pressed against his chest as he continued to thrust into her, long, hard snaps of his hips, making her breath get stuck in her chest. She rested her head against his shoulder, her body like jelly in his arms. One arm wrapped around her waist, holding her in place while the other hand wrapped around her throat and squeezed. She gasped and moaned as his thrust grew more frantic as he neared his release.
“One more time, Prentiss.” he said and squeezed her throat harder, making her feel dizzy. Stars burst behind her eyelids as she gasped for breath and quivered in his arms. Her muscles spasming again around him and triggering his release. He bit onto her shoulder and he emptied himself deep inside her.
Both of their breathing ragged as they came down from their release. He pulled out, making her whimper quietly and she fell back onto the bed as he stepped away. She didn’t have the energy to move and her muscles ached as he grabbed his pants and took out the keys. He came back to her and rubbed her back gently before undoing the handcuffs. He put them on the nightstand and helped her roll onto her back. He rubbed her wrists and kissed them softly as she watched him with hazy eyes.
“Are you okay Em?” he asked, a hint of concern in his voice as he watched his girlfriend.
“Fucking perfect.” she murmured and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him down into a kiss. “Was the report really shit?”
He chuckled lowly and brushed away her sweaty bangs. “Of course not. It was amazing.”
“Good.” she murmured and kissed him again, slower this time.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.” he whispered against her lips and she smiled into the kiss.
She didn’t mind the holiday that much after all…