The Bet pt. 2

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Three days had passed since Morgan's bet had started and things couldn't have been going better for Emily. There was a certain freedom she felt with the bet. She could shamelessly flirt with Hotch and say it was solely to win the bet and still hide her attraction towards him. Whenever she got the chance, she would brush his arm when she walked by or smirked, and even made an effort to dress a little nicer, just to tease him.

Emily Prentiss was never one to wear skirts or dresses very often. She only wore them when she had to, meaning undercover missions and dinner at Rossi's. But today, the bet was still on and she decided to doll herself up a little extra. After she got out of the shower, she pulled on her outfit for the day. She curled hair in loose waves and brushed out her bangs. She put on a pot of coffee to brew as she did her makeup. She decided to keep it natural like usual.

Emily knew today was going to be yet another long day of paperwork. This was the part of her job she found the most soul draining. She sat her counter, enjoying her morning coffee and English muffin. Sergio hopped on the counter, and Emily gently stroked his black fur. After finishing her breakfast, she brushed her teeth and slipped on her black heels.

Taking into account the morning traffic, Emily decided it's be best to leave ten minutes early. She arrived at the BAU around eight o'clock. It was relatively empty, only a few people there. The brunette put down her things and made her way to the break room to make herself she third cup of coffee for the day. As she was adding a sugar cube, she saw Garcia walk in. "Hi Pen." Emily smiled.

"Oh hi, Emily. What are you doing here? You didn't have to come in for another hour." The spunky blonde said looking at her watch.

Emily simply shrugged. "I know but I didn't have anything better to do. Plus, I wanted to beat the traffic."

Garcia simply nodded before quickly making her way to the pit behind Emily. She quickly poured herself a cup as Emily eyed her suspiciously. "How many have you had?"

Penelope have Emily a nervous yet innocent smile. "Three." She said simply.

"Plus..." Emily trailed off.

"Alright! Twist my arm!" Penelope stomped on the ground slightly as if she were a child. "I had two at home."

Emily took the cup from her friend and promptly poured it down the sink. "It's time to switch to decaf."

Penelope sighed as she was handed her unicorn mug. Emily gave her an apologetic smile before patting her shoulder as she walked back to her desk. The brunette agent let out a sigh as she opened the first file. She quickly became distracted thinking about Hotch. She looked up into his office and saw him already hard at work. "Four more days." Emily sighed to herself before returning her attention back to the files in front of her.
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    Despite the mass amounts of paperwork in front of him, Hotch had difficulty concentrating with Emily wearing what she was wearing. Of course, it wasn't like she had dressed inappropriately for the office; she was just wearing different clothing than he was used to. She usually wore dress pants, a fitted t-shirt, and her heeled boots. But today she was wearing a red blouse tucked into a black pencil skirt that fell a few inches above her knees. She paired her outfit with black heels and her raven locks were loosely curled, framing her strong bone structure perfectly.

    At one point during the day when he looked over, he saw Emily biting down on a pen slightly as she looked over a file, and the things she did to him drove him wild. Throughout the day the two kept looking at one another when the other didn't seem to notice, but of course, being profilers they recognized the other's behavior.

    It was nearing the end of a long work day. The office began emptying around six o'clock and by 7:30, nearly everyone was gone except for Hotch, Emily, Rossi, and Morgan. Morgan was just finishing up his last one as Emily opened another. She had forced herself to stay longer because she knew she'd be able to finish all her reports by tomorrow. "Hey, Prentiss." Morgan said catching the brunette's attention. "JJ and I are going to get drinks. You wanna come?"

    Emily sighed. "Rain check? I want to finish a few more case reports."

    Morgan simply nodded before giving Emily's shoulder a gentle squeeze, leaving her alone in the bullpen. As Emily finished yet another file, she heard an office door open. She looked up and saw Hotch leaning against the railing; she found it extremely hot. "Prentiss, can I speak with you?" He asked in a stern tone.

    Emily simply nodded as she stood up, smoothing out any creases in her skirt. "Oh god!" She thought in panic. "He knows. He knows it's a bet. Fuck!"

    Hotch held the door open for Emily before closing it. She slowly made her way to his desk. She noticed that Hotch walked around his office. Emily watched him as she leaned against his desk with her ankles crossed. "I wanted to talk to you about your recent work and behavior." Hotch said boring a hole in Emily's soul.

    The raven haired beauty crossed her arms, pretending everything was normal. "What seems to be the problem?"

    "Your work has been excellent as usual," Hotch slowly strode around his office as he rubbed thumb against his another fingers. "But your behavior has changed this week."

    Emily gave Hotch a curious smirk and gently bit her lip. "I don't know what you're talking about."

    Suddenly the look in Hotch's eyes changed. It was a look Emily didn't recognize. As the unit chief slowly walked closer to her, Emily heart began to race. It was practically beating out of her chest when she realized how close Hotch was now. She could feel his breath lightly tickle her face. When she looked down she saw Hotch's hands had braced his desk on either side of Emily's hands that had now turned white from gripping the desk so hard.

    She got a good look at his eyes. They were  a lighter brown than she initially thought. They were light brown with a dark brown ring around them, and there was a dark green ring around his pupil. "We're all profilers, Emily." His voice was dangerously low. Hearing her name on his lips was music to Emily's ears. "Don't think I don't know when someone is flirting with me."

    Hotch really was catching on. She had tried her bet not to make her flirting obscenely obvious, but she was clearly failing. She leaned back slightly and didn't show how Hotch's growly voice effected her. She wanted to remain in control. This was her bet after all. "Maybe rather than focusing on my behavior you should be focusing on your own." Emily replied in a challenging voice. She eyed him up and down, showing him the position he had her in.

    Like Emily, Hotch liked to be in control. He didn't like being controlled. He lowered his head to Emily's ear, his lips brushing ever so slightly against it. It made Emily's breath hitch , but she contained the majority of her shock. "You should be careful what you say around me."

    Emily let out a weak scoff of amusement. This puzzled Hotch as he pulled back from her ear. He saw a dark look in her chocolate brown eyes. She bit her lip as she quickly glanced down at Hotch's lips before meeting his strong gaze once again. "Or what? You'll spank me?" The brunette woman thought out loud.

    Even Emily was shocked by what she had just said. She had completely been thinking out loud. She had not meant for those words to come out, but they had a tremendous effect on Hotch. One that made the bulge in his pants grow even more.

    A devilish grin grew in Hotch's face. "That can be arranged."

    Emily was at a complete loss of words. Hotch liked to tease, there was no question about that. But his assertiveness made him even hotter to Emily. She was having a hard time controlling herself. She could feel her emotions taking over. She felt Hotch lean against her core, his bulge pressing slightly into it as his gaze fell to her lips.

    Their lips were inches apart. Emily felt one of Hotch's hands brush her hip, sending a thousand chills up her spine. As their lips were about to touch, there was a sharp knock on Hotch's office door. The two agents immediately jumped apart as if they'd burned one another. Emily quickly fixed any creases in her skirt. Hotch opened the door to reveal Section Chief Strauss on the other side. Emily made a beeline for the door, nodding to acknowledge her two superiors. "Ma'am." She said simply before leaving.

    "Prentiss." Hotch caught Emily's attention. His face remained stoic. "Thank you for coming to speak with me. Good night."

    "Good night, Hotch." Emily said giving him a flat smile before turning around.

    The brunette felt a hot blush creep up on her cheeks. She internally slapped herself for falling so hard for her boss but she couldn't help it. When Emily Prentiss sets her eyes on something she wants, she's determined to get it. And now that "something" had become her unit chief, Aaron Hotchner.

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