Hotchniss One Shots

"Stargazing"

Emily wasn't quite sure how he managed to do it. He wasn't quite sure of it himself, but somehow Rossi had managed to get the entire team out to his place for dinner on Friday night. This time, Emily couldn't use her excuse to go shopping with Penelope and Jennifer, because both of them were going to his place as well. She couldn't back out of it now.

Especially after Aaron offered to bring her, after convincing Jessica into taking Jack for the night. She was surprised to hear that Jack was excited to go to Jessica's. He has recently become close with her five year old son, Winston.

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Aaron called Emily five minutes prior to picking her up at her apartment. As took the elevator up to her floor, and knocked promptly on the door. Exactly six-thirty, he noticed, looking down at his watch.

Emily opened the door to find him wearing a simple navy button up and dress pants. She thought he looked good. Well, he always looked good, but the image of him in something other than a suit and still looking as handsome as ever was something else.

"Hey, good to see you," he said, leaning down for a quick kiss.

"You look nice," she said, shamelessly looking over his figure.

"And you look beautiful, as usual," he said, his eyes meeting the low cut black dress that fell just above her knees. "I suggest bringing a jacket, it's supposed to be chilly tonight."

"You think we'll be outside at Rossi's?" she asked, picking out a pair of shoes to go with her dress.

"I don't know. Maybe," He met her eyes when she stood back up after finding two pairs of heels.

She tucked a strand of straightened, dark hair out of her face. "Okay, which pair?" she asked, holding the shoes up.

"Uh," he looked between the two pairs of black shoes that looked the exact same to him. He looked up at her eyes and quickly put his profiling skills to work and noticed how she looked at the pair in her left hand a little longer than the right, and held them a bit closer to her. "Left."

"That's what I was thinking," she agreed.

He smiled at his quick work. "Are you ready to go?"

"Uh, give me one minute," she said, setting the shoes down. "Come in, I won't be long, I swear."

Yeah, right, he thought silently, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. He poured himself a glass of water as Emily retreated back into the bathroom. He took a gulp and walked down the hall and into the bathroom, leaning against the doorframe as she did her makeup.

Emily spotted him in the mirror, a small smirk on his face.

"How do you do that every day? Isn't it hard?" he asked, completely dumbfounded as she did her mascara, which wasn't even the hardest part of her makeup routine.

"Yes, absolutely," she teased, "I have to wake up at five AM every day just to do it," she lied, zipping up her rose-patterned makeup bag.

"Really?" he asked, half convinced.

"No," she said, laughing as she walked to him. "But I could should you how to do it sometime if you want. I think you'd rock some purple eyeshadow, mister Hotchner," she told him, running her hands over his shoulders.

"Oh yeah?" He smirked as she took the water glass out of his hand and placed it on the sink. Emily grinned as he pulled her in for a sweet kiss, their arms wrapped around one another fondly. "We're late," he mumbled against her lips.

"Shame," she replied quickly, then grabbed the sides of his face and kissed him passionately before pulling away moments later, out of breath. She looked up at him and then began laughing. She pointed to his lips, gesturing towards her sweared lipstick, "you have—" she started but kept laughing.