75Collinda, I really hope you like this chapter. I'm sorry, Morgan and Reid kinda hijacked it, but I promise the final chapter will be 99% Hotch and Emily! Okay, maybe slightly less as the whole team will be there, but I will do my best, promise!
To my beta, saturdayslump - I love you. Enough said.
Emily walked past the toilet on the BAU jet holding her mug of hot tea carefully. As she did so, the conversation she heard coming from within the miniature bathroom made her stop short in her tracks.
"How's that, pretty boy?"
"Mmm... yeeeeeaaaah, soooooo good." Reid's voice was practically a moan. Emily's eyebrows rose upwards when there then came an actual moan. "God...Morgan. Why didn't you do this earlier? Aaahhh..."
"Well, earlier we were at the station wrapping up loose ends, and I don't think Hotch would've appreciated it if we had told him that we needed a bathroom break to 'treat' you."
Trust Morgan to make the word treat sound dirty. Emily grinned, taking a sip of her drink as she leaned back against the wall next to the toilet door, getting settled in so she could enjoy herself. She was going to have to try and remember the rest of the conversation so she could relay it to the girls. She only wished she could record it for posterity... and to torture Morgan in the future.
"I wouldn't have cared. It's been so painful," complained the young doctor.
"Well, who told you to leave it this long? I was in the room right next to you. All you had to do was knock and I would've rubbed it for you."
"I didn't know it was going to feel this good," protested Reid. "Oh fuuuuuuck... Derek..."
Emily pressed her lips tightly together to stop herself from bursting out in incredulous laughter. Reid moaning was one thing. Reid moaning an extremely suggestive swear word was another. Maybe Morgan's hands weren't just made for shooting and hand-to-hand combat. Interesting.
"You ready now, Spence?"
"Yeah, just do it." Reid's voice was emphatic. Emily held her breath. Suddenly, Reid let out a loud shriek. "OWWW! MORGAN!"
Emily's eyes jerked immediately towards her team mates in the main cabin. JJ and Rossi were still deep in sleep and Hotch wasn't there. He must be in the cockpit having a word with the pilot.
"Fucking hell, Morgan! I told you it was too big!"
"You told me to just do it!" The older man sounded annoyed and frustrated.
Emily wasn't sure if she should laugh or cry at this stage. Damn it, she cursed herself for not having gone back to her seat to get her phone from her jacket. This was pure gold.
"All right! Just finish up will you?" There came a sound of some shuffling around and then the unmistakeable sound of a zipper being done up and the clink of a belt.
"Sorry, Reid. I'll try to be more gentle next time," muttered Morgan.
"There will so not be a next time," replied Reid in a petulant voice. "I won't hurt you, my ass."
"Okay! So I lied. Sue me. It always hurts the first time. You're a genius, you should know that. It'll get better after a while, when your body acclimates to the pain."
The female profiler standing outside winced. This was all getting too much, even for her. She raised her hand and knocked. "Hey, you guys. You two done yet? Be good and don't hog the toilet. Hotch and I want to have our turn."
There was a moment of silence before a litany of curses emanated from the cramped space beyond the door, mixed in with the sounds of scrambling and rushed movements. By the time the door opened, Emily had managed to swallow her laughter and had even formed an impatient look on her face. "Geez, took you long enough. You'd think after being forced to abstain for the last eight days you'd have gotten your rocks off quicker. Maybe you need some tips from me. Cos I can get Hotch from zero to mind-blowing orgasm in three minutes and forty-three seconds." She had no idea how she was still keeping a straight face.
"What the hell, Prentiss? You know Reid and I were not having sex in there." Morgan frowned angrily at her as he stepped out, followed by a dishevelled Reid.
"Uh huh, sure could've fooled me," she retorted, watching the blush on Reid's face with a not small amount of amusement.
"Emily, how many times do we have to tell you that Morgan and I are not in a relationship? Sexual or otherwise." Reid's frown was identical to Morgan's.
"Guys, really. Stop with the frowning already. Yours are completely pathetic next to Hotch's. His don't work on me at all, so yours aren't doing anything but make you look ridiculous. But, being a completely fair colleague and friend, tell me the truth then. If you weren't making the beast with two backs, what were you doing?" She gave them a patient look.
"We... well, uh..."
Emily lifted her eyebrows. She was sure she had never seen her partner at a loss for words.
Reid rolled his eyes. "What Morgan is trying to say is that I've been getting these headaches and I'm trying out this new experimental migraine drug that has to be injected in my hip."
"Okay." She nodded her head, acting as if she accepted the explanation. "That's plausible, I guess." She flashed them a smile. "But I still don't believe you." Emily stepped into the lavatory, ignoring their groans. "Morgan, can you be a love and tell Hotch I'm waiting in here for him? Unlike you guys I'm horny as hell and your Unit Chief owes me a couple of big ones after our little telephone sex - role playing three nights ago."
Morgan rolled his eyes while Reid's widened into the size of saucers. "Prentiss, stop trying to freak Reid out with yours and Hotch's sex stories. Seriously, you're going to give him a complex."
Emily pouted. "Aww. And here I was trying to give you a complex. Hey, do you think you can spot us a rubber? I think we used the last one while we were on that boring as hell conference in New York. You know how important it is to subscribe to the 'No glove, no love' policy in this day and age."
"Oh my God," groaned Morgan loudly.
The brunette agent bit the inside of her lip so hard that she was surprised it didn't bleed when her colleague pulled out his wallet and then handed her a foil wrapper.
"I still don't believe you and Hotch are getting it on, but I'm giving this to you just to shut you up! I really don't know how much more of this I can take." He shook his head and walked towards the cabin.
Emily grinned at Reid, who was still standing there with a startled expression on his face. "I think Morgan's a bit annoyed at me, Reid. I see Hotch just stepped out of the cockpit. Can you pass the message to him instead, please?"
"I... I don't..." stammered Reid, flushing deeply.
"Thanks so much. And tell him to hurry because I'm getting there with or without him." She managed to close the door a split second before she doubled over in laughter. The look on Reid's face had been priceless.
Less than a minute later a knock sounded at the door and she opened it to find Hotch standing outside, a puzzled look on his face. "Reid just gave me some garbled message about you starting something without me. I have absolutely no idea what he was saying."
Emily laughed and pulled him inside, Hotch's quick reflexes just avoiding the low bulkhead. The lavatory was obviously not built to accommodate two, so the only space available was the closed toilet seat, onto which she pushed him on before sliding the door shut and locking it.
"What do you think you're doing, Agent Prentiss?" The smile playing about her supervisor's lips was contrary to the supposed warning behind the words he had just uttered.
She climbed onto his lap. "I am about to kiss my boyfriend, who I haven't even touched in ten days."
"I thought we agreed that we would remain professional while we were working," he murmured, even as he pulled her closer to him. Emily bracketed his face with her hands.
"That's true, but since we've wrapped up our last case and it's 8:45 on a Friday evening, we're technically off duty, right?" She bent down and brushed her lips across his lips. Once. Twice.
"You're technically correct. Yes." His voice had grown slightly husky and she hitched herself closer, a pleased smile curving her lips when she felt the evidence of his desire that he was unable to hide press eagerly against her. "But I really don't think we should be doing this when the rest of the team is less than ten feet away."
"Don't worry; I'm not going to ravish you in this toilet. Not only did I promise that we would remain professional while we're on the job, but having sex in here would be totally unromantic and borderline desperate. Which reminds me that I have something to tell you later." She smiled down at the man she loved. "I was hoping though, for a kiss to tide me over till tomorrow." Hotch was spending the evening with Jack, which she didn't begrudge at all. She adored Jack, and she knew that he in turn adored her. But she was of the firm belief that Hotch and his son needed to spend time together, just the two of them.
"I think I can bend the rules a little."
"Wow, those are words I never expected to hear come out of your mouth," she quipped. She leaned down, expecting Hotch to kiss her but to her consternation, he pulled back.
"Wait." He lifted her off his lap and stood her up before standing up himself. After a few seconds of awkward manoeuvring, Emily found herself seated on the toilet seat with Hotch standing before her. "Speaking of words you never expected to hear come out of my mouth," he prefaced, reaching into the inside pocket of his jacket.
Emily's mouth dropped open when he pulled out a black velvet box. In shock, she stared, wide-eyed as he got down on one knee. "I'm sorry, Emily, I know this is a completely ridiculous location to do this. But I've been carrying this ring around with me for six weeks now and every time I've wanted to propose, I'd either lose my nerve or work would rear its head. I don't know if you realise it, but it's exactly six months today that we went on that Valentine's Day dinner."
Hotch swallowed, eyes dark and focused and so very serious. "I don't want to wait any longer, Emily. All I know, and all I need to know, is that I love you and I cannot imagine living the rest of my life without you by my side. And so," he opened the box and removed the brilliant diamond solitaire set in white gold, "I was wondering if you would do me the honour of becoming my wife?"
She couldn't answer at first because she couldn't seem to breathe. She had hoped that this day would come, but she never dreamt that she would feel the overwhelming joy that was sweeping through her right now. Emily blinked rapidly, trying desperately to keep her tears at bay. She smiled tremulously. "Yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. A million times yes!"
A grin broke out on his face and joy that mirrored hers turned his eyes into the colour of the expensive single malt that Dave kept in his office. She couldn't believe that this incredible, gorgeous, amazing man was finally hers. Hotch slipped her ring onto her finger but she only had the barest second to admire it before his lips met hers in a kiss so full of love and tenderness and joy that this time, she was unable to stop her tears from spilling.
It was a long time before he finally drew away from her, and even so, his hands remained at her waist, holding her tightly. "Dave is going to kill me when he hears that I just proposed to you in the toilet."
She gave him a beaming smile, so happy that she could barely contain herself. "You know what? Dave's idea of an expensive restaurant followed no doubt by you proposing to me in front of strangers may sound romantic but that's not us. Your proposal was perfect. Even this location," she said, looking around them, "is perfect. And what a story we now have to tell our grand kids."
Hotch shook his head, an indulgent smile on his face. "How is it that every time I think I can't possibly love you more than I already do, I fall in love with you that tiny bit more?"
"Oh, Aaron. I love you too. Always and forever."
They were in the midst of sharing another kiss when a loud banging came from the door.
"Emily! Hotch! You've proven your point, okay? I believe that you guys are dating. Now will you get the hell out of there? I think I ate a bad hot dog at lunch."
The couple stared at each other before bursting out in laughter. "There's no way Morgan believes we're seeing each other. He's just saying that to get us out," said Emily, standing up while Hotch unlocked the door. "But maybe the ring will finally convince him."
"Well, if not, we'll either have to invite him to the wedding or film a sex tape for him. Personally, I prefer the wedding invite."
Emily laughed as they stepped out to see an ashen-faced Morgan who practically pushed them aside before leaping into the bathroom.
"Prude. I'd have loved to have done a sex tape for Morgan. Then he'd know what a true alpha male looked like in action." She winked at her fiancée, who shook his head and chuckled.
"You're amazingly good for my ego."
"Mm... it's not flattery. It's the truth. Speaking of which I think we should go tell the team?"
"Sounds good. Tonight I want you to spend the evening with Jack and me to celebrate, and after he goes to bed I think we should ..." Hotch whispered in her ear.
Emily looked up at him, startled. "I totally take back the prude comment I made earlier. Aaron Hotchner," she murmured, shaking her head in bemusement. "Well, I never."
He gave her a wicked smile which sent shivers up her spine. "You will after tonight." His voice was dark with promise. "And I also thought ..." he whispered again.
When Morgan finally emerged, Emily was lying in wait for him. She took his hand and pressed the unused condom into his palm with her left hand. She knew he had to have seen her ring. A blind man couldn't have missed the brilliance of the rock on her finger. "Thanks for this, but Hotch and I have decided we're going to go sans protection tonight seeing that we're now engaged and we want to try for a baby. My biological clock is fast running out. But you and Reid should definitely still practice safe sex." She turned and headed for her seat when a last thought occurred to her. "Oh, this means I still have a ton of Durex condoms left, so let me know if you want them. There's no point letting them go to waste, right?" she said to her open-mouthed colleague. "I'd recommend the pleasuremax range myself. Hotch seemed to really like them."
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