Ours

Author's note: I am not a skilled writer, and English is not my native language, though it is my favorite subject. (Does that count for anything?) I don't make any kind of profit out of this. I am just a huge Emily and Hotch shipper, and really hated Beth, couldn't stand her. Anyway, I would really appreciate it, if anyone would read this and leave review, and I encourage every one to please write more hotly fic and finish the other wonderful hotly fics left unfinished. Please? I always read fanfic of my favorite pairing, hotly. Hope you all will enjoy!

"So do you think after all this, is over. That we could have a vacation, go off somewhere and get married? Go back here, face their wrath and endless questions and start our family?" she asks as they lay in bed together.

"Yeah, that sounds like a fantastic idea. I really like it. Though I wouldn't want to face their wrath, especially Garcia's." they both chuckled at that.

"Maybe we should tell them, after all this is over. After we get them back, are you okay with that?"

"Of course, you do know I love you, right?"

"I do and I love you, too, Aaron Hotchner".

"I love you so much, Emily Prentiss. Now sleep, we still have to go to work tomorrow".

"Do we have to? Do you think I could call in sick? And, I don't know you could say that you are spending your day with your incredibly wonderful and sexy girlfriend? Let them stew for awhile?" Emily whined. "Hahaha. As much as I would like to do that, I really have know intention of having Garcia checking out any statements I have to find traces that would lead back to you, beautiful. Or have Dave interrogate me, so as tempting as that is, I'm going to have to go to no. Sorry".

"Why do you have to so damn reasonable and really convincing?"

"I don't know, maybe, because I used to be a good lawyer?"

"Touché"

"Sleep now, sleepyhead".