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FIGHT FOR ME

Summary
Ok guys this is a whole new story. Hotch/Prentiss of course, although this has a different approach. Aaron and Emily are great friends, actually the best of friends. After one crazy night of drinking they end up sleeping together, and they both realize it is more than just sex; they are actually in love with each other. Hotch doesn't know how to deal with his feelings and he freaks out, telling Emily it was the biggest mistake of his life. He shuts her out of his life and he starts seeing Beth. Emily on the other hand is deeply hurt; she can't believe her BEST FRIEND and the man she is been madly in love with for years would do this to her. When she finds out she is pregnant with his baby, she moves to London without even telling him that he is the father. Will he ever find out he is father? Will they ever be together? Or will he marry Beth instead of the woman he truly loves.

It was a late Friday night and the team were at a bar somewhere in Virginia. It had been a very rough month for the BAU, case after case nonstop. They had finally returned home and they were now enjoying a night off, or at least what was left it. Everyone had decided to go to their usual bar, except Emily and Hotch who had decided to go by themselves and drink at Prentiss apartment.

Everyone knew Emily and Hotch were great friends and that they spent a lot of time together, so it didn't seem weird to the team when they left together. They arrived at her place and they got confortable on the couch. They had stopped on the way home for beer and a bottle of whiskey, something Emily didn't think it was a very good idea, but she knew Hotch was very tired and stressed so she didn't object. They spent the first few hours drinking beer and chatting, about everything except for work. Emily loved to spent time with Hotch, they were great friends and they had been for a while.

Their friendship really started after Hotch got divorced. Emily had helped him and comforted him through the whole situation. Hotch had technically become her best friend, they could tell each other anything and there was literally no secrets between them. They spent a lot of time together, even when Hotch had Jack; Emily was his best friend and a person that he will trust his whole life with.

During the night they had also decided to order pizza, and now the half-eaten box was sitting on the coffee table in Emily's living room, along with many empty beer cans. However Hotch had now decided that beer was just not going to cut it-so he poured two glasses of whiskey with ice and brought them over to the table, handing one glass to the brunette. Emily took the glass and just looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"I am not sure that whiskey and beer is gonna be a good combination for me Hotchner… and besides I hate whiskey, you know that" – she said, putting the glass on the coffee table.

"Stop being such a chicken Em, you promised me that you would drink with me all night and drink anything I wanted, may I add…" he said smiling and handing the glass back to her.

"NO, I said I would hang out with you and drink, I never said anything about drinking whatever you wanted," she said smelling the drink and scrunching up her face in disgust.

"I thought you had more balls than that Prentiss," Hotch teased. Emily playfully slapped his chest and gave him a wrathful look. The she took the glass and drunk all of it at once, preceding to hand the glass back to him, smiling vengefully.

"I'm sure I do have more balls than you mister- you are so on!" She stood up from the couch and went to grab the bottle of whiskey and brought it back to the table.

They both spent the rest of the night drinking whiskey and laughing at nonsense, continuously teasing each other. Hotch realized that it was so great to have her around. It wasn't until that night that he realized how much he enjoyed her laugher and her company.

Actually he had realized it, but he didn't like thinking about it. She was his subordinate and his best friend and that was all. He didn't let himself think of her as anything more than that.

It was almost one in the morning when Emily stood up and went into the kitchen for more ice. They had almost finished the whole bottle and a twelve pack of beer. They were both fairly drunk and since they were at her place and neither of them had to drive anywhere or be up early, they didn't care. Hotch followed Emily into the kitchen and watched her. He couldn't help himself; the woman was beautiful. She had an amazing body, a perfect ass. He had on a few occasions looked at her breasts and wondered what they would look like without any garments on.

Emily was a little too drunk and was struggling to get the ice cubes out of the containers. Hotch came up to her from behind and helped her take them out. But his hands then suddenly slid down from her arms and stopped at her hips, immediately he took in her perfume and her intoxicating scent. He pulled her over to him as he lost complete sense of everything.

His mouth went to her neck softly kissing her and as he pulled her closer to him, but Emily turned around in his arms and looked at him questioningly.

"Aaron, what are you doing?" she asked, but instead of responding he crashed his lips on hers and started kissing her passionately.

Emily could taste the whiskey and beer in his mouth. What the hell was he doing? She had to stop him. They were drunk and he was her boss. This was not okay. But it felt so damn good.

His hands started wandering around her waist and then down to her ass. She tried to pull away but suddenly she felt too weak to stop him; she had wanted this for longer that she cared to admit. She didn't know how it had happened, but at some point she had fallen in love with her boss and her best friend. She'd hidden it for so long. But now, now he was here, devouring her mouth, and although she knew this was very bad and she needed to stop him, she simply couldn't.

He pulled away for a second taking her in completely.

"God, you are fucking beautiful," he murmured as he pulled her to him again and started ravaging her mouth. His hand moved to her sweater and he pulled the fabric roughly over her head, throwing it on the kitchen floor. Then he lifted her up and sat her on the counter. His mouth went to her neck and collarbone, biting her and nipping at her, leaving red marks everywhere.

"St-op…..we…can't," she managed to stutter, she could hardly breathe and articulate the words.

But he silenced her with his finger and kept kissing her neck. Without a second thought, he lifted her again in his arms and took her upstairs to her bedroom. He dropped her on the bed softly and his hands went to her jeans unfastening them and sliding them down her long legs, throwing them on the floor too. He then hovered over her, kissing her passionately. Emily had lost complete consciousness of what was right or wrong anymore; all she cared about was how this felt right now. How his rough hand and rough kisses were making her melt. She could feel his hard member pressed against her thigh. She lifted his shirt up and let passion completely over take her.

In a matter of minutes they were both completely naked. Hotch kneeled down on the floor and spread her legs, tasting her wet core and making her whimper and cry out his name. He lapped at her juices for a few minutes and then he lined up at her center, sliding inside her slowly as he looked at her eyes, before moving forward to kiss her passionately.

He started to pick up his pace, making his thrusts fast and hard. Emily was moaning his name loudly; she had wanted this for so long. Not like this though; not rough drunken sex. But she had wanted to be with Hotch ever since she could remember.

But they were of course not making love, they were fucking and it was a drunken night that neither of them had any control over. After Emily had finally climaxed twice, Hotch finally slammed into her a couple more times before he came, collapsing on top of her and gasping for air.

He pulled out of her, and rested on the mattress. Neither of them could say a word, it was probably the best sex that they had ever experienced. Wild sex, but the best sex for both of them. Emily had never had such an intense orgasm in her life.

But now she couldn't form any words. She knew Hotch was just too drunk and that it hadn't meant anything for him. Suddenly it hit her- they had not used protection! She turned on her side and felt warm tears sliding down her face. She had wanted this for so long, but not like this. In her dreams Hotch made love to her, whispering how much he loved her. He didn't just fuck her and then fall asleep.

She felt Hotch fall sleep next to her and she let more tears slide down her face. He hadn't said a single word after he pulled out of her and that made her feel so dirty and used. She soon fall sleep too; too tired and too drunk to think about anything else.

The following morning reality slapped her in the face once more time as she woke up alone in her bed. She sat up and slowly remembered the night before. She had a huge headache and her whole body was in pain. She stood up and made her way to the bathroom. Hotch wasn't there. She washed her face and checked her reflection in the mirror. She saw the marks he had left on her neck and breasts. The ones on her neck were going be hard to hide, but she didn't want to think about that right now. She put her robe on and made her way downstairs. Hotch was cleaning up the kitchen, having already showered and seemingly was in a rush to leave. The first thing Emily noticed was that he was avoiding looking at her.

"I will be out of your way in a minute, I just wanted to clean up a little bit," he said without looking at her.

"You don't have to do that I will take care of it, are you all right?" she asked already knowing the answer. He was regretting the night before, regretting it big time.

But he didn't answer, he just keep cleaning up and avoided looking at her.

"Hotch?" she asked again in a more serious tone.

He stopped for a second and without looking at her, he finally spoke.

"Emily what happened last night was a terrible mistake, it can never happen again," that was a big slap on the face for her. She knew that he had regretted it, she just never thought that he would actually say it like that.

"Aaron…I…" she started but he cut her off.

"No, Emily it's not okay. I don't know what I was thinking, but I do know that I will regret this for the rest of my life." Emily looked at him with wide eyes and she could feel her heart shattering into tiny pieces.

"You don't have to say it like I have the plague or something Aaron. You certainly didn't felt like that last night when you were on top of me fucking me," she spat coldly.

"I am sorry, I just think I made the biggest mistake of my life and…." But he couldn't finish. She approached him and slapped him hard across the face, she was infuriated now.

"You don't have to be such and asshole about it. You used me like a whore," she was almost crying and shaking. She couldn't believe he was saying these things to her. Her best friend, the man she had fallen in love with, he was telling her that she was the biggest mistake of his life.

"Emily…" he looked at her and tried to explain.

"Please leave," she snarled and walked away from him, going to her bedroom and slamming the door closed.

She started crying; how could she have been so stupid to think that Hotch would ever feel something for her. He had used her like a cheap whore and now he regretted it. She had fallen in love with him and he had broken her heart into pieces. She sobbed into the pillows. She couldn't believe the man who had just told her all these horrible things was the same man that she had been best friends with for a few years, the man she was madly in love with.

Hotch got into his car and he could feel his eyes water. He had just hurt his best friend and the only woman that understood him. He had lied to her, telling her what happened between them was a mistake. In reality he didn't believe that at all. In fact, last night had been one of the most wonderful and amazing nights of his life. He had had the most amazing sex of his life. But he had been secretly in love with the brunette for longer than he could even remember. Emily was his friend and his subordinate. This simply could never be. He could lose his job or make her loose hers. He hated what he had to do, but there was no other choice.

Last night he had realized how madly in love he was with her; she was the most beautiful and amazing woman he had ever met. Making love to her…tasting her, tasting her body was venom for him, he had to never touch her or be around her, he had to hide his feelings for her and forget about her.

Because this could never happen.

And she would never see him like that.

He felt a few tears sliding down his face. He had just lost his best friend and it hurt more than anything he had ever felt before. But he couldn't be near her or around her ever again. It was for the best.