Title: Shirking Your Duties
By: realityaskew
Pairing: Hotch/Prentiss
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own nothing from CM.
Summary: This is what happens when Hotch and Prentiss shirk their duties. Trust me no work will be getting done. Fluff Alert.

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"You," She crawled on top of him straddling him, "are the most anal retentive man I know."

"Apparently you don't see that as a flaw considering your current position." He shot back smugly.

Emily decided he was going to pay for that so she wriggled around on his lap for a few moments pretending to find a more comfortable position. She delighted in the fact that his eyes were beginning to glaze over and he looked absolutely tormented. His large hands reached out and grasped her waist tugging her down and keeping her still.

"If you keep doing that we are going to be finished before we even get started." He told her seriously.

"I thought a man like you knew how to control himself." Emily laughed sliding her fingers up underneath his shirt.

Hotch let his head fall back as she lightly scratched her way up his chest and ripped the buttons open. Emily let her hands rest on his shoulders as she teasingly ran her tongue along the base of his throat. Hotch's hands found the exposed skin between her shirt and jeans and started massaging ticklish circles on her lower back.

"You're evil." He said when she lightly bit down on his bottom lip and sucked it into her mouth.

No," she kissed him deeply, "serial killers," she kissed him again, "and arsonists are evil. I just like having fun by watching you suffer." She wrapped her hands around his neck and kissed him for a good five minutes before abruptly pulling away. "Speaking of serial killers and arsonists don't we have some work that we're shirking right now? I mean we did bring it back to your place for a reason."

Hotch looked up at her like she was crazy. "Surprisingly, I could care less about work right now."

"Well that's flattering but I think we should really get back to our work." She said making a move to get up but was roughly pulled back down onto Hotch's lap.

"You can't be serious."

"Well with al the work over there just sitting on the kitchen table I'm afraid that I'm going to be terribly distracted." She said jokingly.

"I can take care of that." Hotch said. In one easy motion he got up from the couch and lifted Emily up putting her over his shoulder. "Out of sight out of mind."

Emily didn't protest at all as he carried her upstairs to his bedroom.

THE END

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