— Emily Prentiss & Aaron Hotchner

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Painfully Obvious

The partner piece to Imperceptible Movements, where Emily and Aaron are just too painfully obvious.

And the one time that they weren’t.

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Derek

There were some benefits to profiling that Derek has used to his advantage over the course of his career. His experience in criminal psychology translated to simpler psychoanalysis - assessing whether or not his sisters were in a foul mood based on how many times they sighed in one family dinner, choosing his line at the coffee shop based on how disgruntled the cashier was acting that morning, picking his moments to swing by Penelope’s desk with their favorite Thai food when a case hits her closer to home than she would ever admit.

However, there were times where he wished he could stop his initial reflex of dissecting a person’s behavior, instinctually aware of the motivations behind their actions - especially when said person is his partner.

Even more when his said partner is dating their boss.  

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Hotch and Prentiss doing what they do best: looking at each other while standing in a room full of people💘That little smirk on her face though😏

jack + his love for food (+ phryne constantly feeding him)

Birthday prompt! List 1, #14. Because I firmly believe that A&E are kissing bandits, constantly sneaking away for anything from a little smooch to a full on makeout sesh in the office/on a case/at the bar/etc. And I don't think they're very stealthy at the 'sneaking' aspect. But do they really care about that? hahaha - SallyAlbright (aka Lindsey) <3

As promised, I made this another part of the Drunken Confessions series. This is a prequel to Tequila Confessions.

The prompt is "one more kiss."

This is silly, hopefully funny and something soft on this Thursday evening!

-x-

Another Round

Words: 3.8k

Warnings: drinking, alcohol, mildly suggestive themes

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Emily sighs with relief as she places the last case file into the box in front of her. They were packing up, another case solved with the unsub under arrest, all of them weary and ready to go home. The long flight ahead of them was the only thing between the team and their beds. 

“So,” Penelope says, moving to stand next to Emily, her presence in person on the case something Aaron had requested due to the nature of it, “straight back to wedding planning I guess?” 

Emily groans and rolls her eyes as she places the lid on the box, her engagement ring sparkling in the fluorescent lighting of the conference room they had set up in whilst they were in town. She sneaks a look at Aaron, and watches him on the other side of the window, unable to stop herself from smiling whilst he paced back and forth as he spoke on the phone. 

“Don’t remind me,” she replies, half smiling at her friend, “I think my mother has a tracker on me, she always seems to know the moment I’m back in town.” 

“Her assistant emailed me three times about my bridesmaid dress,” JJ adds, walking over to the two of them, “just in case I forgot to go for the final fitting.” 

“Same here,” Penelope says, a small smile on her face.

“If you think that's bad,” Emily says, turning so she is leaning against the table, “you should see all the messages she sent Aaron about his suit. And Jack’s,” she scoffs, “she’s a nightmare.” 

Their gentle teasing dies down as JJ reaches out and touches her arm. “Just two weeks to go Em,” she says encouragingly, “then you and Hotch will be married and this will all be behind you.” 

Emily hums disbelievingly, her hand coming up to play with the chain of her necklace, but any further comment is cut off by Aaron rejoining the room, the whole team turning to look at him as he does. 

“The jet won’t be ready until tomorrow,” he says, his own frustration clear as he briefly catches Emily’s eyes, “so we’re here for another night.” 

There’s a chorus of disbelief, everyone groaning as they pull out their phones, ready to send messages to their loved ones to say they wouldn’t be home as planned. Emily walks over to Aaron, her hand reaching out for his, tangling their fingers so she can get his attention subtly, not visible to any of the local cops outside of the conference room.

“You ok?” She asks, her voice low so only he can hear her. She knew it wasn’t malicious, not something that the others did on purpose, but they rarely seemed to think of his disappointment in these situations. That he was also missing out on something he wanted. 

“Yeah,” he replies, smiling down at her, “I just promised Jack we’d take him out for breakfast tomorrow.” 

She squeezes his hand again, the only affection she could give him here, and smiles at him. 

“We’ll take him for dinner instead, even let him go to that awful themed diner he loves.” 

Aaron beams at her, a light to his eyes that only her and his son got to see, and it makes her stomach flips, plans for their evening in their shared hotel room flooding her brain. 

“Oh my god,” Penelope squeals, making the team, and several police officers outside the conference room jump and reach for their weapons, “I’ve had an amazing idea.” 

“Damn, Baby Girl,” Derek says, blowing out a breath as they all release their hold on their weapons, “you can’t do that around a bunch of cops.” 

“Sorry,” she replies, looking slightly sheepish before turning back to the rest of the room, most of her focus clearly on Aaron and Emily, “since we’re stuck here for the night - why don’t we have a bachelor and bachelorette party for Hotch and Emily?”

“What?”

“Absolutely not.” Aaron and Emily say at once, and Emily can’t help but sigh at the dejected look on Penelope’s face. “Pen, we’ve said we don’t want them.” 

It was a conversation they’d had several times since Aaron proposed. Penelope in particular thought it was a requirement, something that they should do, but Emily didn’t want one, and Aaron didn’t either. He reasoned that he’d had one before, hers was that she felt too old. 

“Oh come on,” Penelope says, all but pouting, “we’re here with nothing to do, we all bring something nice to wear just in case…” she drifts off and stares at them, and Emily notices the others joining in. Twin smirks on Derek and Dave’s faces, whilst JJ smothered her laughter behind her hand, Spencer looking mostly uninterested behind them all.

Emily looks up at Aaron, and their eyes meet, a silent conversation as he squeezes her hand gently. She sighs and looks back to Penelope, rolling her eyes as she does so. 

“Fine,” she says, raising an eyebrow when her friend squeals in response, “but we’re doing a joint thing,” she adds, leaning further into Aaron’s side, all thoughts of hiding from the cops they’d inevitably see in bars later long forgotten. 

Despite the fact they shared a room on cases, they barely had time to just be them, and she really just wanted to spend the evening with her fiancee. Even if that meant going to a bar with the whole team, when what she really wanted to do was go to the hotel, have sex with Aaron, and then fall asleep. 

Penelope looks like she’s about to argue, but Derek must pinch her side, because she sharply turns her head to look at him, an outraged look on her face giving way to understanding. 

“Ok, it sounds like we’re having a party.” 

___

“Why do I let Pen talk me into this stuff?” Emily gripes, reaching behind herself to try and zip up her dress, making a disgruntled noise when she doesn’t quite manage it. 

Aaron looks over from where he is standing, readjusting the rolled up sleeves of his dress shirt, and he smiles, walking over to her and placing a hand on the small of her back. 

“Garcia could convince anyone of anything, sweetheart. Don’t beat yourself up over it.” 

She drops her arms to her sides and lets him pull the zipper up on her dress, a shaky breath leaving her as he leans forward and places a kiss where her dress ends, his lips between her shoulder blades. She turns and raises an eyebrow at him, her arms hooking around his neck as his band around her waist.

“Don’t start something you don’t have time to finish,” she complains, kissing him quickly, stealing the breath from his lungs. He pulls back from her, an adoring glint in his eyes as he looks her up and down.

“You look beautiful,” he says, his gaze drifting downwards, leaving her skin burning for him as he not so subtly appraises her. He reaches out and touches her necklace, the metal of the two rings settled there warm from where they had laid between her breasts all day. “You probably can’t wear this.” 

She scrunches her nose up at him. “But I don’t want to take it off.” 

He kisses the tip of her nose and turns her, his hands at her shoulders before he undoes the chain, doing the clasp back up as he lays it on top of the vanity they are standing near, their wedding rings clinking together. 

“Just a couple of weeks and we can actually wear them.” 

She turns to look at him, picking at invisible bits of lint on his shirt. “This whole eloping in secret thing isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.” 

He palms her waist, pulling her closer. “It means I can already call you my wife,” he says kissing her firmly, his breath skirting across her lips as he pulls back, “it makes all the secret keeping worth it.” 

It had been spur of the moment, a decision made borne out of frustration at her mother, the way she was losing control of what was meant to be one of the most important days of her life. Aaron had come home to find her crying, angrily wiping tears away from her cheeks as she drank a glass of wine and complained that all she wanted to do was to be married to him. That the rest of it didn’t even matter to her. 

It was Aaron who suggested it. Emily initially laughed his idea off, something about the two of them just going and getting married seeming absurd, but when she realised he was serious she immediately agreed. 

A month before the wedding they’d spent the vast majority of the previous 6 months planning, they went down to the court house to get married, just the two of them and Jack. The little boy had been delighted to be in on the secret, a smile and a wink thrown Emily’s way whenever Elizabeth visited to speak about the wedding. 

They were still having the big day, still having a ceremony in front of everyone they’d invited, but they’d had their moment for just them, their family. And it was perfect. 

She smiles, nodding in agreement as she leans forward to kiss him again. 

“We should go, otherwise Pen might break in here and force us out.” 

___

They don’t eat, instead heading straight to a bar. Later, Emily would realise that was the first mistake. 

She’s already several tequila shots down, Aaron draining his third measure of scotch just for Dave to immediately pass him another one, when Penelope smiles widely at her as she passes over a very garish gold sash that had ‘bachelorette’ emblazoned on it, 

“Absolutely not,” she says immediately, turning her nose up at it, shooting Derek a glare when he laughs at her. 

“Oh come on, Peaches,” Penelope replies, imploring her, “JJ already talked me out of the crown.” 

Emily looks at JJ who nods, smiling around her glass as she takes a sip of her drink, and she turns back to Penelope, staring at her for a second before rolling her eyes, taking the sash from her as she grumbles. 

“Do you just carry this everywhere with you or something?” 

Aaron bats her hands away as he pins it together for her, his hand lingering longer than necessary at her hip, fingers digging into her side. She smiles at him, grasping his chin as he straightens up to pull him in for a kiss, the taste of scotch on his tongue making her groan. 

“Do you guys really have to do that?” Derek asks, and they pull away from each other, Aaron’s arm settling around her waist. 

Emily raises an eyebrow at him. “You guys wanted us to throw us a bachelor and bachelorette party, you have to live with the consequences.” 

“I always forget how…affectionate you are when you’ve been drinking.” Dave jokes, raising an eyebrow at the couple.

“Your guest bathroom certainly hasn’t forgotten,” Emily mutters as she takes a sip of her beer, almost choking on her laughter when Aaron squeezes her against him at the same time Derek and Spencer scrunch their faces up in disgust. 

“I knew it.” Dave exclaims, looking around the group with a smirk on his face. “Why do you think I locked all of them bar the tiny one downstairs last time you all came over.”

“If you think that stopped me you really don’t know me at all,” Emily replies, taking satisfaction out of the look on Dave’s face. She watches it click, the memory of finding the two of them in his kitchen after they’d disappeared for a while, a flush to their cheeks he’d clearly put down to the alcohol at the time.

“Not my marble countertops.” 

Emily laughs, and JJ and Penelope join in, neither of them looking shocked enough for Aaron’s liking. He groans next to her, shaking his head as he accepts another scotch from a sheepish JJ, and he wonders how much of his sex life his wife has made her friends privy to. 

“Emily.”

___

She giggles, something even she can’t deny, when he pushes her up against a wall, his lips immediately descending onto hers. 

They’d been drinking for hours, the team getting progressively louder, drawing attention from some of the cops they’d worked with for almost a week. Emily and Aaron had snuck off, in a bid to buy some alone time, and found themselves in the mostly abandoned hallway on the way to the bathrooms. 

Emily moans as Aaron pulls her closer, his arm between her and the wall she’s pressed against, her body flush against his. 

“Bathroom?” She asks hopefully, her lips still close enough that they brush his, he kisses her again briefly before pulling away. 

“We’ll head back to the hotel soon, sweetheart,” he says, his hands still grasping at her, clearly unable to get enough of her despite her words. “Wouldn’t want this to end up being another story you tell at girl's night.” 

Emily has the decency to look a little embarrassed, biting her lower lip as she looks at him, fluttering her long lashes in an attempt to get her way. 

“Pen gave me tequila, it’s a truth serum, honey. What was I supposed to do?” 

He smiles down at her adoringly, kissing her fiercely again. “Maybe not tell everyone we had sex in Dave’s kitchen.” 

“If he bills us for any kind of deep clean, I’m telling him what we did in his home office.” 

Aaron chokes out a laugh and shakes his head at her, this beautiful, impossible woman in his arms.

“I love you so much,” he says, cupping her face in his palm, “I can’t wait to marry you again in a couple of weeks.” 

She beams at the comment, happiness flowing off of her in a way she couldn’t control. Alcohol always brought this out in him, the compliments and affection usually reserved for their home escaping him at any moment, no longer able to hold it back.

“I can’t wait to marry you again either.” 

She kisses him, her hands buried in his hair as she pulls him closer, and she’s just about to drag him towards one of the bathrooms, convinced she’s won against his self control when she hears the clearing of a throat. 

She pulls herself away from Aaron to see Penelope standing next to them, on her way back from the bathroom, a slightly glassy look in her eyes and a smile on her face.

“Are you both having fun?”

Emily rolls her eyes at her friend and detaches herself from Aaron. “Yes, Pen. We are. You owe me another drink,” she links her arm with Penelope before she turns to look at Aaron, still rooted to the spot, “You coming?” 

“He was about to.” Penelope attempts to whisper, the alcohol making her louder than she intended. Emily smothers a laugh but squeezes at her friend's arm to stop her from saying anything else, not too drunk that she doesn’t miss the pink tinge to her husband's ears. 

“Just heading to the bathroom,” he says, clearing his throat, “I’ll be back out in a couple of minutes.” 

Emily nods and turns towards the bar, dragging Penelope with her. They stumble slightly, but regain their footing, laughing as they look at each other. 

“What?” Emily asks, her friend's smile making her uncharacteristically shy. 

“You just seem happy, that's all.” 

Emily smiles, her cheeks aching with it. “I am happy.” 

“You deserve it,” Penelope says as they get back to the table surrounded by the others, immediately handing her a shot, “you both do.”

“Thanks, Pen,” Emily replies, clinking her shot glass against hers before drinking the shot, relishing in the burn against the back of her throat. 

She’s laughing with Penelope and JJ, the liquor making them all giddier than normal, when Derek taps Emily on the shoulder, a smirk on his face when he points past them all, bringing her attention to where Aaron was standing. 

He look uncomfortable, his hands stuffed into his pockets as he looked towards the group, his eye meeting hers, as the woman standing next to him grabbed his arm, squeezing at his tricep. 

“Oh, she better take her hands off my husband before I remove them for her.” She says, jealousy surging her forward towards the pair. 

The rest of the team watches as she makes it over, her arms wrapping around Aaron as she makes it very clear they are together, a fake, sweet smile on her face. 

Derek frowns in confusion, turning to look at the others. “Did she say husband?”

___

The first thing Emily is aware of when she wakes up is how dry her mouth feels, closely followed by the pounding in her head. 

She groans, and feels more than she hears Aaron chuckle against her. She opens her eyes, blinking against the bright light of the room and takes in her surroundings. She was on top of the covers in their hotel bed, and completely naked. Aaron was too if the feel of him pressed against her back was anything to go by. 

“Morning, love,” he says, his own voice rough. She turns in his arms, grimacing as she does, and snuggles into his chest.

“I feel like shit.” 

He kisses the top of her head. “Me too, you’ve got to give it to Garcia, she knows how to throw an impromptu bachelor and bachelorette party.” Emily pulls back to look at him, smiling despite her hangover.

 “She does.” She leans in and kisses him, grimacing as she pulls back. “Your breath sucks.” 

“Your’s isn’t exactly great,” he quips, smiling down at her. “We should get up, we need to be at the jet in an hour.”

She holds him a little tighter when he pulls away, and he raises an eyebrow at her. 

“One more kiss? Then I’ll get up.” She asks, leaning closer to him.

“I thought my breath sucked.” 

She hums, pressing her lips into his, the kiss lost in her smile. “I can put up with it.” 

She protests when he finally forces her out of bed, and she rubs the final bits of sleep from her eyes as she looks around the room. Their clothes were strewn everywhere, the sash Penelope had forced her to wear the night before torn in two. She smiles at the flashes of memory of Aaron tearing it off of her when they got back to the hotel in the early hours of the morning. She stretches as she walks to the bathroom, and she stops as she looks at herself in the mirror, sighing as she shouts back into the bedroom. 

“For fuck sake, Aaron.” 

She was too hungover to care about covering the giant hickey he had left on her neck, but she wasn’t about to let him get away with it. ___

She’s proud of herself for not throwing up on the way to the jet, her stomach saved by Aaron doing the short drive via the Mcdonald's drive-thru, buying her hashbrowns and Diet Coke without her asking. 

It means they are the last to the jet, the atmosphere quieter than usual, something she puts down to everyone being worse for wear. She sits next to Aaron, the two of them opposite Dave and Spencer at the table, and immediately rests her head on his shoulder. 

It’s only after they have taken off, her profiling skills not dulled by the alcohol she was sure still thrummed through her veins, that she breaks, no longer able to take the not so subtle looks thrown their way. 

“What’s going on?” She asks, looking between Dave and Spencer opposite them, and the others bunched together on the couch seat. 

“Nothing.”

“What makes you think something is wrong.” 

They all say in unison, and it makes her roll her eyes. “Come on, what is it?” She looks at Spencer, knowing he’ll be the one to break first. 

“We know you’re already married.” He says, looking down at the table between them to avoid her eye contact. 

She blames the hangover, and the fact she was still a little drunk, on her inability to cover her reaction. 

“What? How do you know that?” She exclaims, looking at Aaron and hitting him lightly on his arm. “Damn it, Aaron-”

“Actually, Princess,” Derek says, the sunglasses he was wearing the only visible sign of how he was feeling, “You were the one who spilt the beans,” he smirks at her, “Baby Girl looked it up this morning,” he says, tilting his head towards Penelope who quickly smiles at Emily before looking away, “found the marriage certificate online.” 

“You were saying?” Aaron remarks, his eyebrow raised at her as she looks back at him, a slightly sheepish look on her face.

“Shut up. You have to be nice to me, I’m your wife.” 

“Why didn’t you tell us?” JJ asks, looking slightly hurt.

Emily sighs, grateful when Aaron places his hand on her thigh, squeezing at her leg before she places her hand over his, linking their fingers together.

“It was all getting too stressful, and it started to not be fun for me,” she says honestly, “and we talked about it, and we wanted something just for us,” she looks at Aaron briefly, exchanging a smile with him before she looked back at the group, “so we went down to city hall, and got married with just Jack there.” 

She looks around her friends, and watches as slight annoyance, frustration at them, fades into understanding. 

“And we’re still going ahead with the wedding in a couple of weeks,” Aaron says, taking over the explanation, “so you’ll all still be able to get drunk on our dime.” 

“Thank God,” Dave deadpans, “I think last night almost bankrupted me.” 

“Shut the fuck up, Dave,” Emily says, glowering at him as he smirks at her. 

“I do have one question though,” Spencer says, his eyebrows creased in the way they always did when he was confused, “if you’re already legally married, what are you going to do on your actual wedding day?”

Emily frowns at him, her usual patience for his nonsense left somewhere between her 7th and 8th tequila shot the night before. 

“What do you mean Spence?”

“Well, if you meant to keep it a secret, your mother doesn’t know right?” He asks, and she shakes her head, immediately regretting the movement as he carries on, “Well, surely she’ll notice when the officiant doesn’t make you sign the marriage certificate.” 

“Well…” She drifts off, looking up at Aaron who, judging by the look on his face, clearly also hadn’t thought about that. “Shit.” 

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She wasn’t looking forward to attending her mother’s huge Christmas party at all, didn’t want to converse with all these people she didn’t know, but seemed to know an awful lot about her. This giant building her mother referred to as “their home“ wasn’t home to her. To her, it had always felt like she didn’t belong. Politics, a world she was born into, a game she still learned to perfect, something she tremendously hated. She didn’t want to have to deal with any of it tonight, but seeing as she came “home“ for the holidays, she didn’t really have a choice.

She forced laughter at the bad jokes her mother’s friends made, the stories they told her the most boring things she's ever heard and she faked smiles when her mother introduced her to yet another person she had no interest in getting to know.

All of it seemed to never have been relevant, though, as she locked eyes with him.

AARON HOTCHNER + PENELOPE GARCIA | “SECRETS AND LIES”