Aaron's POV
It had been about two hours since Emily met up with Eric for their dinner. I watched in a separate room after I'd given Emily an earpiece. Morgan was about fifty feet away at the bar, keeping a clear visual on Emily. We'd given her an earpiece so we could hear her and Eric. He shamelessly flirted with her, constantly calling her "beautiful" and "sexy", to which she laughed shyly. At one point she had reached for his hand, which made me fuming. And I don't know why.
There was no denying that she looked absolutely beautiful in her dress. At one point I'd imagined being the one on a date with Emily. I'd always thought she was beautiful, especially her smile, but pursuing a work relationship would be risky and highly unprofessional, despite how much I wanted to.
"So," Morgan began. "Are you gonna tell her?"
I looked over at Morgan on a small screen who was staring at the small camera we'd hidden behind a pot of flowers with a somewhat stern and confused look. "Excuse me?"
"Prentiss. I know you've been eyeing her ever since she got here." He smirked. I didn't say anything and turned back towards the screen where I saw Eric kiss Emily's hand. I tightened the cross of my arms. "You don't like seeing her with him, do you?"
"I thought we made a deal not to profile each other."
"Aw, come on, Hotch. Don't gimme that! I know she's more than just that a team member to you. I saw the way you looked it her in that dress. And I've seen the way she looks at you. Trust me, you should just go for it."
I didn't say anything. All I did was give Morgan a reassuring smirk. Maybe Morgan was right, but I doubt she felt the same way. There's was only one way to find out.
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Emily's POV
The night was finally finished. I felt so weird after that, but hopefully Hotch would see how valuable of an asset I could be to the team. I got a lot of information out of Eric. He even gave us a name we could look into. Morgan and Hotch drive me back to our hotel. As soon as I closed my door, I immediately took off my heels and let out a heavy relieved sigh. Hotch shifted in his seat slightly as if he were uncomfortable. I looked in the rear view module and noticed Morgan smirking. "What's so funny, Morgan?" Emily asked, returning the smirk.
"Nothing." Morgan said shaking his head. I glanced at Emily to see her relaxing in her seat, closing her eyes. My eyes followed from her face down to her slightly exposed chest, seeing as she hadn't fully closed her trench coat. She looked so sexy. "Eyes on the road, Hotch."
We continued to drive in silence until we reached the hotel. It was 11:12. We got out of the car and walked into the lobby. "We're meeting in the lobby at 7:30 tomorrow morning." I said as we walked through the hotel.
"Good work tonight, Prentiss." Morgan said touching Emily's arm.
She simply smiled at him. "I'm exhausted. I'm off to bed." She finally said walking away, heels in hand.
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Emily's POV
We all went our separate ways. I got in the elevator and let out a huge sigh. My feet were killing me. I tried to drink as little as possible while I was undercover to keep a level head, but as soon as I closed the door to my hotel room, I threw my heels into my bedroom, not caring where they ended up and took off my jacket. I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding in. I reached for my dress zipper but my body was too exhausted. "God, this dress will be the death of me." I sighed. After trying to grab the zipper for what felt like forever, I decided to give up.
I found that bottle of whiskey I'd opened earlier. I found the glass I'd used previously and poured myself one. I sat down in a chair and sat back. Just as I had started to relax, I heard a knock on the door. I let out a slightly annoyed sigh. I stood up and groggily walked towards the door. I looked through the peephole and surprisingly found Hotch standing outside my door with his tie loosened and the first button of his shirt undone.
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Aaron's POV
I had no idea what I was really doing at Emily's hotel room door. I tried to convince myself that it was just because I wanted to personally congratulate her on her work tonight, but even I couldn't convince myself of my own lie. I knocked on her door and waited. I heard her let out a groan through the door before getting up.
Eventually the door opened. She was still wearing her dress. Although she still looked beautiful, she also looked exhausted. "What are you doing here?" She asked in a somewhat tired and irritated voice. I glared at her a bit in confusion, but she must've taken it the wrong way because her eyes immediately went wide. "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to sound annoyed. I'm just tired from today." She was now leaning against the doorframe. She eventually straightened up and shook her head and moved away from the door. "I'm sorry. Please come in."
"You can call me 'Aaron'." I said simply. I nodded slightly before entering her room. She closed it behind me, and I turned around. It took everything not to stare at Emily in her dress. It hugged her curves perfectly and the dark red complimented her dark hair so well. I knew that if I stared for too long, she'd catch on. But maybe that wasn't a bad thing. "Prentiss..." I began, pushing my hands into my pockets.
I looked up and saw her looking at me through her lashes, sitting in a chair with a glass of whiskey. God the things that woman was doing to me. "You can call me Emily." She said taking a sip of the caramel liquid in her glass. "If you want."
"Emily." I began again. "You did good work tonight. Great, actually. You uh..." I scratched my head. "were very convincing."
"Thanks." She finished her glass. "I haven't gone under cover in a while. It felt good to get back into it."
"I'm glad. You've made yourself a valuable asset to the team."
It was becoming increasingly more difficult to maintain my composer with Emily in her dress. I shifted slightly. She got up from her chair and placed her glass on the counter, closing some distance between us. "Oh speaking of which!" She began turning around and looked over her shoulder, pulling her hair to the side, exposing her back. "Would you mind unzipping my dress? You're more sober than I am and I can't reach it."
"Sure." I said quietly. It was then I was thankful that Emily had her back to me. I was glad she couldn't see how red my face was getting or how I took in a sharp breath when I felt my fingers touch the soft skin of her back. I felt her tense up as well. We were definitely crossing the line but the alcohol in her breath made her more courageous than I could ever be, drunk or sober. I slowly pulled down the zipper of her dress until it stopped itself in the middle of her back. As I did this, I saw the lacy black fabrics of her bra. I felt getting warm.
I slowly pulled my hand away from her back but remained where I stood. There was something holding me where I was.
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Emily's POV
As I felt Aaron's hand brush the skin of my back, it sent chills all over my body. Once he let go of the zipper, there was a silence in the room. A silence was that thick and the only thing that could be heard was our breathing. I kept my gaze to the floor, hiding the blush creeping up my face. As I turned, I noticed that his feet were still as close, pointing towards me.
I fully turned around but kept my eyes glued to the floor, as if I were afraid to look him in the eyes. Then I feel a hand come under my chin, slowly lifting my gaze. I met Aaron's dark brown eyes with my own. His eyes bore a hole right through me, as if he could see every part of who I was. His hand dropped back to his side as we continued to gaze at one another.
I couldn't hold back any longer. I grabbed Aaron by his tie, crashing his lips on mine. At first he was surprised, and to be honest, so was I. I never would've done this if I were sober, but the alcohol had taken over. Then I felt him kiss me back. His hands roamed by body, eventually making their way to my face. He kissed me passionately as I wrapped my arms around his neck, tugging at his dark hair.
I felt him lightly pull away, which I took as a que to stop kissing him. I looked at him with slightly sad eyes, afraid that I had made a mistake. My lipstick was smeared over his lips and his hair was now messy. His hands however, moved down to my waist, pulling me in. "Are you sure you want this?" He asked in a low, seductive yet concerned voice.
I leaned closer towards him so I could reach his ear. "You have no idea." I whispered softly in his ear in an equally seductive voice.
As I came back down I saw that Aaron's eyes had gone dark with hunger and lust. He immediately pulled me in for another passionate kiss. My hands were once again in his hair, but this time he bent his knees, allowing me to jump up and wrap my legs around his torso. I did so gladly and let out a small laugh as his hands went from grabbing my thighs to my ass. I heard him chuckle through our kiss and while keeping our lips together, he managed to walk to my bedroom, closing the door behind him with his foot.
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