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The Wedding Date - Part Four
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner Ă Fem!BAU!Reader
Summary: Your sister's wedding is approaching fast and the thought of showing your boyfriend off to you family and your ex-boyfriend seems like a very appealing idea. The only problem is... you don't have a boyfriend. Luckily your stony faced, serious, sexy boss has agreed to be your fake boyfriend for the weekend. What could possibly go wrong?
Word count: 4.9K
TW: Smut (Hotch is a boob man at the start, semi-public sex? (they have a quickie in a bathroom), unprotected sex, vaginal fingering), swear words, violence.
A/N: HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! Part four is finally here! Iâm sorry it took so long and this part is also the longest one so far. I apologise for any mistakes, I donât know how well I proofread it! But I hope you enjoy it, itâs fluffy, smutty and also a little bit angsty. Please let me know what youâd like to see in part 5!
Being woken up by the bright sun shining through the gap in the curtains was not ideal when dealing with a hangover. Your head pounded as you buried it in the pillow, trying to remember just how much you had to drink at the party. You smiled to yourself as you replayed the events of last night in your brain; you couldnât believe you and Aaron had sex. You couldnât believe the two of you had admitted your love for one another.
You sat up slowly, expecting to see Aaron still asleep but there was no sign of him. You laid back against the headboard, chewing lightly on your thumbnail with a look of pure satisfaction on your face. You hadnât slept with anyone in a long time and it had been an even longer time since anyone had left you feeling so satisfied, so loved. No man had ever made love to you the way Aaron did last night and it was just incredible.
Then, your bedroom door opened gently and Aaron walked in, carrying a tray of food and drink. He looked up and smiled when he saw you were awake.
âMorning.â He smiled, as he walked in and placed the tray down on your bedside cabinet. âI thought you might be hungover so I took the liberty to bring you Advil, water, black coffee, plain toast and a banana. Whatever might do the trick.â
Your heart swelled at his thoughtfulness and you immediately reached out for the pack of Advil and water. âThank you so much.â You smiled, popping the Advil in your mouth and taking a huge sip of water.
Aaron sat down on the bed beside you and leaned forward for a kiss which you happily reciprocated, placing a soft kiss on his slightly chapped lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling Aaron in deeper and he adjusted your bodies so that you were back lying down. You both leaned in for another kiss but you bumped heads in eagerness and laughed but Aaron quickly captured your lips again.
âIâm still naked from last night.â You giggled and Aaron groaned into your ear.
âGod you make me feel like a horny teenager again.â He murmured and you laughed, placing light kisses behind his ear. Aaron pulled the duvet down to reveal your breasts and you shuddered at the sudden loss of warmth the fabric was providing. Aaron spread kisses from you neck down to the valley of your breasts and you took a deep breath as his mouth fell to your right.
âOh!â You managed to moan out as Aaron closed his mouth around your nipple, his tongue swirling while his other hand massaged your left. âThat feels so good.â You mumble breathlessly, running your hand through his hair. The pleasure from Aaronâs tongue flicking and sucking on your nipple while his other hand kneaded your left breast made your brain foggy with rapture as the building pleasure settled in your lower abdomen.
Suddenly, your bedroom door creaked open and you could hear you mom chatting away as she was about to enter. You shoved Aaron off, who fell back against the mattress, and you frantically pulled the duvet back up to cover yourself.
âOh my god mom! Have you ever heard of knocking!â You groaned frustratedly. âItâs like being 15 all over again.â
âSorry, I forgot! Itâs all the excitement of the rehearsal dinner tonight!â She said cheerily which told you she didnât see anything, much to your relief. âHow were the parties last night?â She asked as she wondered into your room, opening the curtains and the sun blinding you.
âJesus mom.â You hissed and squinted your eyes. âWell the bachelorette was fun, you should have seen Sarah dancing.â You laughed.
âWell I heard you at 3 this morning.â Your mom said and you and Aaron threw each other a panicked look. Had your mom really heard you two have sex last night? âYou slammed the front door so loud,â she went on to say. âIâm surprised you didnât wake up your dad and Aaron as well.â And the two of you relaxed. âSo! Tonight, we need to be heading to Thomasâ Parentsâ house at around 4, guests will be arriving from 5 and I expect you not to drink so much tonight please Y/N. I do not want you hungover on your sisterâs wedding day.â
You rolled your eyes. âYouâre making it sound like I have a problem but whatever, it all sounds good.â You said trying to get your mom to leave the two of you.
âMake sure you wear a nice dress and Aaron, I hope to see you in a suit again.â You mom winked to him and Aaron awkwardly chuckled.
âOf course Mrs Y/L/N.â He smiled politely.
âGreat! I shall leave you two now. I can tell when my company is not wanted.â She joked and quickly walked out of your room, closing the door behind her.
âWellâŚâ you sighed. âThat killed the mood a bit didnât it?â
âJust a little.â Aaron said, turning back to look at you.
You started to laugh. âThe way we both looked at each other when my mom said she heard me come home last night.â You tried to catch your breath. âWe really thought we had been caught! Itâs like being a teenager again when I used to sneak my boyfriends in through the window in the bathroom and always being so scared my parents were gonna hear us.â
Aaron laughed. âYou were quite the rebellious teen.â
âWerenât we all? At least I didnât have a punk phase like Emily did.â You giggled. âWhat were you like as a teenager?â
âWhile you may not have had a punk phase in high school, I hate to say that mine was in college.â Aaron said.
âShut up! There is absolutely no way you were a punk. I couldnât even imagine what you would have looked like.â Youâre practically in hysterics now, trying to picture Aaron in college.
âWhen you come to my apartment, Iâll have to show you the photos.â He said, amused at how entertained you were by the thought of his, very awful attempt, at a punk phase.
***
âI miss you too buddy.â Aaron smiled into the phone âBut Iâll be home in 3 days and you can tell me all about your museum trip with aunt Jessica as soon as I get back. I canât wait to hear what you saw.â
You smiled from your place at the dressing table, listening to Aaron talk to Jack as you put mascara on your lashes.
âI love you too.â Aaron said. âBe good for Jessica. Yes I love you too Jack.â He chuckled. âBye buddy.â And he hung up the phone.
âHow is he?â You asked, turning to face Aaron.
âHeâs good. He went to the museum today and bought a giant shark teddy.â He said.
âHeâll have to show it to me when I next see him.â You smiled , going back to finishing your makeup and Aaronâs heart swelled because Jack loved you. Whenever he would come to the BAU, he would always make a beeline for your desk knowing you would have a chocolate for him in your drawer and make him laugh with some silly story that he would then go home and tell Aaron about 15 times.
âHe would love that.â Aaron smiled.
You stood up and turned to show Aaron your dress. âHow do I look?â
Aaron felt like heâd stopped breathing as he took in the gorgeous dark green dress you had on. It hugged your figure perfectly, accentuating every curve and falling just above your knee.
âYou look gorgeous.â He breathed out and walked over to you. âSo, so gorgeous.â He whispered, leaning in and placing soft kisses behind your ear.
âIf you keep that up, weâre going to be late to the dinner.â You mumbled breathlessly as Aaron continued to kiss your neck.
âI donât care.â He said lowly against your skin.
âNeither do I but my mom will go pure psycho on us and the rest of the team will be coming to claim our dead bodies.â You joked and Aaron chuckled. âBut I promise we can continue this later tonight.â
âDeal.â Aaron smirked as he pulled away, standing up straight to look at you. You reached up to tighten and straighten the silky red tie he was wearing and smoothed down his shirt.
âYou look very handsome Agent Hotchner.â And you reached up to give him a peck on the lips. âWe better get going before my mom starts hassling us.â
Aaron reached for his suit jacket and swiftly put it on before the two of you exited your bedroom and made your way down the stairs. Your mom came into view and she gasped when she saw you.
âOh sweetheart! You look beautiful.â She smiled.
âThanks mom.â You said smiling back.
Aaron placed his hand on your lower back and you both made your way to the car.
âSo Aaron,â you dad started as he drove. âHave you enjoyed your time in LA?â
âYes, very much Sir,â Aaron said. âItâs nice to be here for leisure and not dealing with a case.â
âDo you enjoy working for the BAâŚ. Whatever it is?â Your mom asked.
âI do enjoy working at the BAU, my son thinks Iâm a superhero.â Aaron chuckled.
âOh you have a son?â Your mom questioned obnoxiously.
âYes, his name is Jack. Heâs almost 8 now.â He said with a smile and you placed your hand on Aaronâs thigh to apologise for your momâs abruptness.
âWould you want anymore children?â She continued.
âMom!â You called our frustratedly. âWhat kind of question is that?â
âItâs fine Y/N,â Aaron smiled to you, taking your hand in his and squeezing it. âI suppose I am open to more children but only if it feels right.â
The rest of the car ride went in a silence, your mom and dad occasionally exchanging a few words and sentences but you soon arrived at the house of you sisterâs future in-laws. You took in the extravagant building.
âAt least we know Sarah is going to be rich for the rest of her life.â You joked to Aaron and he chuckled.
âOh shush!â Your mom reprimanded you and she knocked a few times on the door before Sarah excitedly ran to open it.
âCan you believe Iâm getting married tomorrow!â She said excitedly.
You all made your way into the lavish home and were greeted by Thomas and his parents.
âLuke is here, heâs just in the dining room.â Thomas smiled as he shook your dadâs hand.
Anger flared in Aaronâs chest at the mention of Luke as their conversation from last night replayed in his head. You noticed Aaron tense up and placed your hand on his back, rubbing softly to help him relax.
***
The large party sat around the dining table as the second course had just been finished, chatter and laughter filling the room.
âSarah and Y/N never used to get on! They hated each other growing up.â Your mom was telling the table.
âThatâs because Y/N couldnât stand the fact that I was more popular than her.â Sarah interjected. âShe was far more interested in her boring criminology books.â
âWe all know you were only popular because mom had to beg the coach to let you on the cheer squad.â You laughed and Sarah threw you a glare.
âWell at least you two girls get on together now.â Your dad said, trying to calm the conversation.
âGet on? No. Tolerate? Yes.â You said laughing and a few chuckles came from around the room.
Aaron looked around the large table at the guests and his eyes settled on Luke who was downing another drink, much to his girlfriendâs dismay. She was muttering something to him and he replied angrily. Always the gentleman.
âDo you want more wine?â Your voice drew Aaron from his thoughts and he turned to you.
âPlease.â He smiled, holding out his glass as your poured. âThank you.â
Aaron pulled his chair in closer so that he could rest his hand on your thigh and the small action sent instant waves of calmness through your body.
âSo, Aaron and Y/N. Why donât you tell us what itâs like working for the FBI.â Thomas said, everyoneâs eyes falling onto the two of you.
âItâs hard work but we love it.â You said, looking up at Aaron with a smile.
âTell us about the serial killers.â Thomas pleaded.
âI donât think thatâs appropriate dinner talk honey.â Sarah said.
âIâd like to hear about it.â Your dad interjected.
âMaybe we should leave this talk until after the wedding.â Thomasâ mother said unimpressed.
You and Aaron looked at each other as everyone spoke over one another and laughed.
âWe profile more than just serial killers.â You said.
âHave you ever shot anyone?â Thomas asked eagerly.
Aaron opened his mouth to respond but your momâs desperate tone cut him off. âWhy donât we go back to talking about the wedding!â
You turned to Aaron and rolled your eyes before the excited chatter of the wedding filled the room again.
Eventually, the guests dispersed from the table, mingling around the grand house with one another. Your mom was excitedly chatting away with Sarah, Thomas and Thomasâ mom while your dad was talking to a couple of your great aunts. Luke was solemnly stood in the corner, sipping slowly at a large tumbler of whiskey. Aaron had his hand placed at the small of your back, holding you close as your cousin spoke.
âYou should have seen your momâs face when Thomas asked if you had ever shot anyone!â Liv laughed. âShe looked absolutely horrified.â
âWell, you know better than anyone my mom hates my job.â You replied with an eye roll. âShe never wanted me to take my job at the BAU.â
âIâm glad you did take it.â Aaron said, rubbing a circle on your back. âOr we never would have met.â
âBlah!â Liv said. âYou guys are so in love it makes me sick. Where can I get myself an Aaron?â She joked.
âJoin the FBI.â You replied with a laugh.
âIâm going to go and get another drink and consider your proposal.â Liv chuckled and walked off to the kitchen.
You looked up at Aaron with a smile and leaned in for a kiss which he happily reciprocated, placing a gentle peck on your lips. You leaned in for another but Aaron pulled away.
âI donât think Iâll be able to control myself.â He mumbled into your ear. âYou look so breathtaking in this dress.â
Heat rose to your cheeks and you smiled shyly into Aaronâs neck. âKeep talking like that and I wonât be able to control myself.â You replied and looked around the room. Everyone was occupied or engaged in conversation, all centred around Sarah and Thomas. âI donât think anyone would notice if we disappeared.â You said and the implications in your tone told Aaron exactly what you were thinking.
âAre you sure?â He asked, his hands sliding to yours hips and you nodded eagerly.
The two of you quickly made your way down the long hall to the ostentatious bathroom and checked if anyone was around before you both stepped into the room, locking the door behind you. In an instant, Aaronâs lips were on yours, catching them in a hungry kiss and you stepped back, the back of your legs hitting the the bathroom counter. Aaron swiftly lifted you up and effortlessly placed you softly onto the counter. You parted your legs so Aaron could stand between them, letting him be closer to you as he kissed your jaw and you pushed his suit jacket off his shoulders.
âI never took you as a quickie in the bathroom kind of guy.â You joked breathlessly.
âNeither did I.â He said as lips trailed down to your collarbone. âBut you can be quite persuasive Agent Y/L/N.â
You pushed your clothed centre into Aaronâs crotch and he groaned into your ear as you slid your body closer to his from your position on the counter. You could feel him getting harder as each second passed and your kiss grew rougher and more passionate.
âThis dress is just so beautiful.â Aaron mumbled. âYou are so beautiful.â
You kissed him again hard on the lips and began to unbuckle his belt.
âEager?â He jokingly muttered as you unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them.
âWe donât have long until they realise weâve disappeared.â You said. âAnd Iâve been thinking about this all day.â
Aaron pulled you closer to him and hastily hiked the skirt of your dress up. You could feel how hard he was through his pants and leaned into his ear.
âI need you.â You mumbled desperately.
He reached for his wallet out his back pocket and quickly ruffled through before muttering frustratedly.
âFuck! I donât have anything.â He said gruffly.
âItâs fine,â you mumbled as you pulled him back to you by his tie. âIâm on birth control.â
âAre you sure?â He asked. âItâs not always 100% effectiveâŚâ
You cut him off with a kiss before reaching for his boxers, slipping your hand beneath the waistband and pulling his cock free. Aaron groaned as you took him in your hand and reached down to your panties, pushing the fabric to the side and sliding his fingers inside your slick folds.
âSo wet already.â Aaron grumbled and you gasped as he began to pump his index and middle fingers in and out of you slowly.
âPlease Aaron.â You pleaded and helped line his length up to your entrance.
Aaron pushed his cock inside you slowly and your hands grabbed onto the edge of the counter tightly. Once he was completely inside of you, he stilled and gave a moment for your body to adjust.
âYou ok?â Aaron mumbled and you nodded.
âYes!â You exhaled.
Aaron began slow thrusts, rocking back and forth, driving into you over and over again. Each thrust felt like ecstasy to him as your walls clenched around his length. It was enough to send him into overdrive. You moaned out quietly and bit your lips to stifle any noises.
âFeel so good.â Aaron grumbled into your neck as his pace picked up and his grip on your hips tightened.
âAaron!â You moaned at the building pressure between your legs, your grip on the edge of the counter so tight as Aaronâs thrusts grew faster and harder. He placed soft kisses on your neck as he continued to fuck you against the counter and you felt as though you were about to crumble from the pleasure. âFuck! Right thereâŚâ you gasped out as he hit the perfect spot and he positioned himself to make sure he continued hitting the right spot.
âWhere do you want me to?âŚâ Aaron began to ask but was cut off by a moan from himself as his own pleasure neared its climax.
âInside.â You managed to mumble. âAaron! Iâm going toâŚâ all brain function was clouded as your orgasm took over your body.
Aaron buried his head into your shoulder, his thrusts growing sloppy as his own climax neared. A soft moan from your lips was all he needed and he was tumbling over the edge and you gasped at the sudden hot sensation as he filled you up. Aaron continued rocking his hips as he rode out his orgasm. Then, the two of you froze as the doorknob began to aggressively twist as someone attempted to enter the bathroom.
âOccupied!â You managed to call out and you heard a gruff mumble reply from the other side of the door. âQuick, we should get cleaned up.â You whispered and Aaron nodded, pulling out of you slowly and reaching for several tissues from the countertop.
Once you were both cleaned up and looking much more presentable than you were a mere 5 minutes prior, you unlocked the door and quickly exited.
âRemember the quick fucks we used to have?â A voice mumbled from behind you as you and Aaron began to walk down the hall. You turned to see Luke standing against the wall, taking a large swig from his glass.
âIâm sorry?â You asked, taken aback by his abruptness.
âDonât act dumb Y/N, we all know you two just fucked in the bathroom. We used to do it all the time.â Luke slurred as he walked towards you and Aaron. âI told you she was a good fuck didnât I?â
âI donât want any trouble Luke,â Aaron said sternly as he stepped in front of you, shielding you from Luke in a protective manner.
âCome on Aaron, admit it! Youâre only with Y/N for the sex. God knows thatâs the only reason I stayed with her for five years.â
Anger grew inside Aaron and he stepped forward to Luke. âJust go back to the party and stop bothering Y/N. I warned you last night to leave her alone.â
Luke stepped away and threw his hands up defensively. âHey whatever! Weâre cool man. I mean, I canât say I envy you being stuck with the needy slut.â
Aaron didnât even hesitate, his fist formed a ball and without a second thought, he threw a punch to Lukeâs jaw and he fell to the floor from the impact. Everything happened so fast and you barely had time to process the situation but you were back at Aaronâs side in an instant and he wrapped his arms around you. Luke slowly stumbled upright as he found his feet, clinging onto his nose as bright red blood spilled over his suit.
âWhat the fuck! I think you broke my fucking nose!â Luke shouted.
All the commotion had drawn peopleâs attention from the party as they all made their way to the hallway to see what had happened.
âOh my god! What have you done?â Sarah shrieked as she looked at the scene before her.
âBroke my fucking nose!â Luke responded angrily.
âItâs not broken.â Aaron rolled his eyes.
âYou had to make this about you didnât you?!â Sarah fumed, turning to you.
âWhâŚwhat?â You fumbled in shock.
âYou couldnât stand the fact that this week was about me and you had to create a scene!â
You started to laugh at her preposterous suggestion. âAre you serious?â
âGirls! Letâs leave this argument until after the wedding.â Your mom said as she tried to intervene.
âYou just canât get over that Iâm getting married first so you had to ruin it.â Sarah continued.
âNo Sarah! I just couldnât stand the fact that your let that,â you aggressively pointed at Luke who was now being fussed over by his girlfriend and Thomas. âAsshole to be a part of it.â
âHe dumped you two years ago! Get over it.â Sarah replied angrily.
âTrust me Sarah, Iâm fucking over it! And you know what? Iâm over this wedding as well.â You exclaimed.
âY/N!â Your mom hissed.
âSheâs a fucking psycho mom!â Sarah said. âNo wonder she catches them for a living.
Aaronâs grip on your waist tightened as he pulled you closer to him, the tension in the room so thick you could cut it with a knife.
âWhy donât we all calm down and go back to the party?â You dad suggested as he tried to calm the situation.
âI think me and Aaron should go.â You muttered.
âYes. I think you should.â Sarah said venomously.
âIâll drive you home.â Your dad offered but you shook your head.
âWeâll just get a cab.â You replied and took Aaronâs hand in yours.
***
âIâm sorry.â Aaron said as the two of you walked into the deserted house.
âFor what?â You asked, turning around to face him.
âI escalated the situation. I should have never punched Luke but I couldnât stand listening to how he spoke about you.â He loosened his tie as he spoke.
âDonât apologise.â You said sternly, walking over to him and intertwining your hands with his. âIâm lucky to have you defending my honour.â Your tried to joke and Aaron smiled.
âBut youâre sisterâŚâ He began but you cut him off.
âNeeds to realise that not everything is going to be perfectly smooth.â You rolled your eyes. âWeâll know in the morning if Iâm still maid of honour. But, itâs going to be hilarious seeing Luke tomorrow standing at the end of the aisle with a broken nose.â
Aaron groaned and rolled his eyes. âI did not break it! It was just a light punch.â
âA light punch? You nearly killed him!â You laughed and Aaron sighed defeatedly despite the small smile on his lips. âBut I must admit, it was very sexy.â
Aaron chuckled sheepishly and placed his hands on your hips, still in awe of your appearance and your dress. You leaned up and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck.
âLetâs go upstairs and pretend everything today didnât happen.â You muttered against Aaronâs lips.
âEverything?â He quizzed, pulling away and raising an eyebrow which caused your to giggle.
âOk, not everything.â You laughed and the two of you began to trek up the stairs to your bedroom.
When you entered your room, you immediately kicked off your heels and began to unzip your dress. Aaron followed closely behind, taking off his jacket and tie before sitting down on the bed to untie his shoes.
Soon, you and Aaron were sat in bed together, he had his arm wrapped around your shoulders while you nestled into his side. It felt so natural, so domestic. You could still smell Aaronâs cologne on his neck and it smelt like heaven, sending ripples of relaxation through your body.
âI could spend all day in your arms.â You mumbled into his chest.
âIâd love nothing better than to lay in bed with you all day.âAaron replied.
âWhat will the team say when they find out about this?â You asked.
âThey will definitely tease us. Dave would claim heâd always known we would get together.â Aaron scoffed. âHe actuallyâŚâ he paused, a hint of embarrassment in his tone. âHe actually tried to get me to ask you out.â
âReally?â You asked surprise, sitting up straight so that you were facing him.
He chuckled nervously. âYes. His voice kept circling my head that night I agreed to do this with you. I could hear Daveâs words repeating over and over.â
âWhat did he say to you?â You asked eagerly.
âHe said âIf you donât tell Y/N how you feel, Iâll do it for youâ and I couldnât stand the thought of you finding out how I felt about you from David Rossi of all people.â Aaron laughed.
You suddenly gasped. âOh my god! Rossi is the reason you bought me those earrings for my birthday isnât he?â
Heat rose to Aaronâs cheeks before he nodded slowly. âDave saw you show a picture of them to Garcia and JJ and told me to get them for you. I rarely listen to Daveâs advice when it comes to relationships but this was the one time I listened to a suggestion from him.â
You leaned forward and kissed Aaron passionately, wrapping your arms round his neck. His hand instinctively went to your hips as he held you in place. You pulled away and looked deeply into his eyes.
âI love you.â You said breathlessly.
Aaron smiled brightly. âI love you too.â He said before leaning in to kiss you again.
***
âDid you go to that party with a plan to ruin your sisterâs wedding?â Your mom shrieked as she burst into your room. You and Aaron jolted apart at her sudden entrance, her shrill voice piercing your ears.
âMom, oh my god.â You sighed. âYou made us jump!â
âYou were very rude to your sister at her rehearsal dinner.â You mom continued, a sour look on her face. âShe is downstairs so upset with what happened. Youâre lucky she still wants you to be her maid of honour tomorrow.â
âI think youâre both being over dramatic. Luke got what he deserved.â You rolled your eyes. âItâs not my fault Sarah started an unnecessary argument.â
âLuke has got a potential broken nose! We donât know of heâll be able to go to the wedding tomorrow.â
âWould that really be so terrible?â You asked.
âEnough! Tomorrow is Sarahâs day, let the past with Luke go and try and behave for the wedding tomorrow.â
âJesus mom, Iâm not 5 anymore.â You huffed at her ridiculous words.
âIn Y/Nâs defence,â Aaron spoke from his position next to you on the bed. âLuke has said some disgusting things about Y/N this weekend. I donât usually go round throwing punches but I couldnât stand there and let him call my girlfriend, your daughter a slut.â
Your mom was taken aback by what Aaron said. She struggled to find the words she wanted to speak.
âJust make sure you apologise to Sarah in the morning, sheâs staying here tonight. The night before her wedding and all that.â Your mom muttered and then swiftly exited your room, shutting the door behind her.
âChrist tomorrow is going to be painful.â You groaned, throwing your head back against the pillow.
***
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Juno (Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- one shot
Hello again! This goes from zero to 100 in two seconds flat don't @ me!! Sabrina's new album came out and reawakened something in me (everyone say thank you Sabrina) (also this is not beta'd I wrote this in a short n' sweet haze)
Summary: Aaron is working from home but what paperwork he needs to do is the absolute last thing on your mind.
Warnings: smut! 18+ only! this is so filthy! in no particular order: multiple orgasms, cockwarming, choking, brat tendencies, stoplight system, unprotected sex, breeding kink (briefly), face fucking, overstimulation
WC: like 3,400 I lost my damn mind clearly
Youâre not sure whatâs gotten into you. Blame it on period hormones (probably) or the fact that Aaron looks absolutely delicious right now in his tight black t-shirt (most likely), but youâre going to go insane if either of you have clothes on for another five minutes.Â
The problem is, Aaron is trying to focus. Itâs one of his days where he works from home, an idea you gave him when you realized how easy it would be for him to do the same paperwork just from the comfort of your living room. It was a brilliant idea at first. You got to see him more, and were able to do your own thing around the house while he did his work. You got to have lunch together, and offer a genuine mental break in between his mountain of paperwork.Â
Now, though, you canât find it in you to give a single fuck about whatever needs to be signed, who needs to clear what, and what phone calls he still needs to make.Â
âHoney,â you call sweetly from the kitchen. You watch him from over the island, your thoughts going all sorts of ways -- namely, deep into the gutter. âWant to break for lunch?â
You see Aaron shake his head, still typing furiously on his laptop. âItâs not even noon yet.â
âBrunch?â you try again, walking out of the kitchen. You lean against the doorframe, crossing your arms over your chest in the way you know he loves because of the view it gives him of your cleavage. And youâre wearing a v-neck shirt today for that exact reason, too.
Aaron still doesnât look up. âIâm sorry honey, maybe in an hour?â
You let out a huff that you know he hears because he finally looks up, eyebrows raised just so. Itâs a look that you love. Curious, veering toward that playful annoyance that you canât seem to go a few hours without his undivided attention.Â
Which, you can, by the way. Youâre more than capable. Itâs just that right now, itâs a crime that his eyes have been looking at paperwork when they should be looking at you.
âAre you okay?â he asks, and thereâs some hesitation in his voice. You know heâs assuming the worst. That youâre not okay mentally, and thatâs why you need him to take his lunch break now or maybe for the rest of the day. Heâs done it before on your darker days.
But youâre okay. Youâre perfectly fine. Youâd just be even better if he put the damn laptop away and put his fingers to use somewhere else.
Which is exactly why you come to a stop in front of him and reach forward, tilting his screen down and down until it closes. He lets you.
He lets you take his laptop and put it on the table beside the couch. He watches you, his fiery brown eyes taking in every second. He lets you straddle his hips, your arms circling his neck.
âI see now,â he smirks, his hands finding their rightful place on your waist and squeezing lovingly. âBy âlunch breakâ you meanâŚâ
âPut a baby in me,â you blurt, rocking your hips against his.
He stills, his hands making you stop your movements, too. His eyes are darker now in a way you havenât seen in a while. âWhat?â
âPlease,â you say, leaning your forehead down onto his, trying to move your hips again. âNeed you.â
âHoney, we canât have--â
âYes I know the semantics, Aaron,â you mutter, now annoyed and lifting your head to glare at him. He has a vasectomy, you get that. âI mean fuck me like youâre putting a baby in me.â
His hands squeeze again. âI see.â
You frown. âDonât tease me.â
âIâm not,â he smirks, one hand leaving your waist to stroke your cheek. âYouâre adorable when youâre horny.â
You roll your eyes, peeling yourself off his lap. He lets you go, albeit with a curious look. You turn and head for the bedroom.
âWhere are you going?â he calls out after you, still with that damn smirk lacing his words.
âTo get myself off,â you reply in a deadpan. âSince someone--â
You donât have a chance to finish your sentence before Aaron is right behind you, hands on your hips, spinning you around to face him. That look full of fire is back again, stern this time.
âDid I say you could do that?â he says in a low tone.
âDid I ask?â you retort, backing out of his grasp and darting into the bedroom.Â
Now thereâs a smirk on your lips. Itâs quickly approaching shit-eating grin territory, which you know will only egg Aaron on further. This little game of cat and mouse happens to be your favorite, and he knows it.
Youâre barely two steps into the bedroom when Aaron is attached to your back yet again, this time wrapping his arms around your waist, locking you in.
âColor?â he whispers, his lips right at your ear, sending shivers straight down your spine.
You groan. âGreen. Neon green. So green, I need you to--â
He spins you again, this time backing you into the wall and attacking your lips. Finally, you think, though you know youâre in for it now. The thought has a grin crawling up your lips, and youâre unable to stop it.
âWhatâs so funny, hm?â he scolds, moving his lips to your neck instead, to the exact spot he knows makes you weak in the knees. Like clockwork, he has to wrap an arm around your waist to keep you upright, your knees buckling when he bites down just so.
âNothing,â you manage through a moan, tipping your head back onto the wall. âShit.â
âYouâre ridiculous sometimes, you know,â he says, but heâs smiling against your skin. âCanât let me focus on work because you need me to fuck you.â
âIn my defense,â you try, your hands scrambling for his shoulders, for something to ground you. âYou didnât fuck me this morning.â
âI fucked you last night,â he reminds you, as if you needed the reminder. Itâs the reason you slept so soundly. âWas that not enough?â
You canât help it; you laugh.Â
He lifts his head, raising an eyebrow at you. The same question as before on his lips.
âSorry, I thought you were joking,â you say.Â
âYouâre insatiable.âÂ
âGuilty,â you grin, grabbing his face and pulling him back in for another kiss.
You make out against the wall for too long like two teenagers behind the bleachers at school. You hook one leg around his hips, pulling him in and grinding against his obvious erection. Itâs enough to have him groaning into your mouth, pressing you against the wall with renowned vigor.Â
You can feel how wet youâre becoming and fuck, neither of you have even taken a single article of clothing off yet.
Aaron notices, one hand traveling south without you paying attention, too busy relishing the way he licks into your mouth, stealing your every breath. The kissing becomes increasingly sloppy when he works his hand into your leggings, under the waistband of your underwear, and into you.
âOh my god,â your back arches against the wall, pushing his fingers deeper. He doesnât bother with one, starting right away with two, curling them when you grind harder.
âYouâre soaking my hand,â he practically growls into the next kiss, adding a third finger after only a few thrusts. Your body accepts it willingly, always ready for him. âJesus.â
âMore,â you gasp, pushing him deeper. âAaron, more, Iâm serious--â Your words break off as he scissors his fingers, making your eyes roll back instantly.
âI can feel you already,â he smirks against your cheek, pressing a kiss there, an action so sweet and gentle compared to what the rest of him is doing. âCome on, honey. Youâre cumming as many times as you want.â
That makes you inch closer to the edge at a frightening speed. He says you can cum as many times as you want, but what he means is heâs going to force as many orgasms out of you as he can. Until you tell him to stop or he decides you need a break.Â
The thought of being an overstimulated mess in his embrace later has you climaxing against his fingers, your head falling onto his shoulder as his movements never cease, milking every last wave out of you.Â
You lift your head in search of his lips again, which he willingly gives to you, his fingers slowing to soothing strokes as you whimper into his mouth. Youâve only had one orgasm and you already feel ruined. He can tell the way you tremble against him, so he checks in once more.
âGreen?â he whispers, kissing your forehead.
You nod. âGreen. You?â
He smirks. âAbsolutely.â
He picks you up into his arms, inelegantly tossing you onto the bed behind you. You giggle as you bounce on the mattress, tugging your shirt over your head as he does the same to his. His hands move for his belt and you practically jump to the end of the bed, swatting his hands away.
âSince when is that your job?â you frown up at him, unbuckling his belt without looking.
He laughs, petting your head gently. âSo sorry, youâre right.â
âWhat was that?â you tease. âI donât think I heard you.â
âDonât push it.â
âI have no idea what you mean,â you smirk, pulling his belt out of the loops and tossing it somewhere. You donât wait for him to reply before you unbutton his jeans, yanking them down with his boxers.
Thereâs just something about his dick. You hate that you love it, or maybe you donât hate it at all. All you know is you need it in your mouth right now.
So, you do that, without any warning. Aaron thrusts forward into your mouth on pure instinct, not expecting you to wrap your lips around him so soon. You slide down the edge of the bed onto your knees, pulling him back to you by his thighs.Â
You take your time, pushing his jeans and boxers down further. When you pull back for air, he steps out of them and kicks them elsewhere, returning to you quickly, knowing better than to keep you waiting.Â
You swallow him down again, moaning around him in the way you know he loves. It takes all of two seconds before he gently holds the back of your head, asking silently for permission that you were already about to grant. You look up at him, batting your eyelashes as you squeeze his thigh twice. Go ahead.
The thing about Aaron fucking your face is that it took a while for him to do it as hard as you really wanted. Heâs always so gentle, a quality that drew you to him initially. You love how gentle he can be. But you love it equally as much when he is rougher with you.
Like now, when he has you pinned against the bed, one hand on the back of your head as he fucks into your throat. Itâs blissful, quite frankly, the way he feels, and you thank the universe every time for your lack of a gag reflex.Â
He holds you there with a deep groan, and you feel him twitch in your throat once before he pulls you off entirely. You frown up at him, once again not getting what you wanted, but he doesnât have any time for that.
He picks you up by your armpits, hauling you back onto the bed. Your leggings and underwear are gone in a single second, along with your bra. Heâs crawling up your body and crowding your space before you have a second to protest that he wasnât down your throat for near as long as you wanted him to be.Â
All frustrations leave your mind the second he pushes inside of you, immediately sliding home, his hips flush against yours.Â
Itâs a feeling youâve grown to love, the way he hits you so deep. Another thing it took him a while to be comfortable doing.
Heâs not average sized by any means, and youâre the first to admit it made you salivate the first time you saw. The first time he fed himself into you and worried that he was hurting you, meanwhile you were clawing his back because you wanted more. It hurt for a moment, only an uncomfortable pressure because he was bigger than your vibrator, but as soon as you were used to the size of him, you wanted all of him.
He stays there, deep in you without moving for a moment, grinding against you. His lips attack yours again before he pauses to lean his forehead on yours, trying to catch his breath.
âYou drive me crazy,â he says on a shaky exhale.
You wrap your legs around him, thrusting your hips up to take him a little more. His hips stutter, pushing in the way you wanted him to, the way you know you can make him do involuntarily.
âFuck,â he bites out, turning his attention to your neck again.
You thread your fingers through his hair, tugging. âExactly. So why arenât you moving?â
He nips at your neck. âBecause if I move, I will cum right away.â
âWho said I only want you to cum inside me once?â
He groans again, fingers digging into your hips as you circle them, though he doesnât try to stop you. âGreedyâ is all he says, but he finally moves.
The thrusts are slow at first, Aaron clearly trying to pace himself. You canât say youâre doing the same, already chasing your second high as he slams his hips into yours. Your hand reaches down to rub your clit, but is promptly smacked away by Aaronâs hand as he glares at you.
âSince when is that your job?â he echoes you from earlier, only this time, thereâs more heat to it. He grabs both of your wrists, pinning them above your head to stop any other temptation. âNot this time.â
His thrusts pick up speed and depth, his body moving against yours in the exact way that makes you fall apart. Itâs not often that he doesnât let you cum from added clit stimulation -- not that you canât without it; it just makes the high feel that much better -- but sometimes he does. Itâs an ego trip for him as much as it is for you.
It also adds an unpredictable nature to it, which is why your second orgasm takes you by such surprise. You seize against him, your hands doing all sorts of squirming to try to break free of his grasp, but he doesnât let you, and he doesnât let up. You donât realize why until you feel the warmth spreading into you as he reaches his own peak.Â
Youâve clearly worked him up as much as you worked yourself up because his thrusts barely slow down, and he doesnât soften inside of you.Â
Instead, he pulls out only to flip you on your side, sliding in behind you and pulling your leg up and back over his hips. The action causes some of his cum to spill out of you, but you donât have any time to focus on that before he fucks back into you.Â
Youâve ceased to have any coherent thoughts as Aaron whispers dirty nothings into your ear, one arm wrapped around your body to keep you pinned against him. The pleasure doesnât stop and at one point, you question if your second orgasm stopped at all or if it has continued this entire time.
Aaron reaches underneath the pillow where he knows heâll find one of your vibrators because he heard you using it this morning. No, he didnât fuck you this morning, but you fucked yourself, and truly, at 8am, he shouldâve known youâd end up like this by eleven.Â
Your mind doesnât register what the sound means until the vibrator is pressed against your clit. Your body jerks, scrambling for some grounding, your hands finding it in wrapping them around his arm.Â
He switches hands on the vibrator, so one hand is free to wrap around your throat. Your eyes roll back as soon as you feel the gentle pressure, your body practically going limp against him.Â
âCome on, sweetheart,â he murmurs directly into your ear, his thrusts slowing to deep strokes. âYouâve got a couple more in you.â
âA couple?â is all you manage to say, your hand squeezing his wrist so he knows to squeeze your throat a little more.
âMhm,â his voice rumbles in your ear, sending goosebumps all over your body. âIs it too much?â His question is laced with just the right amount of pity that makes you shake your head against him. âI thought so,â he replies, switching the vibrator to a higher setting.
It sends you into your third orgasm instantly, squirming violently against him as he pushes into you deeper. He knows how much you love that, and loves how much you squeeze around him as he slides inside, fighting against your muscles that threaten to force him out. Youâve done it before, a mesmerized look on his face and yours when you both realized what happened. Since then, you told him you liked it more when he fought to stay inside.Â
He takes the vibrator away as you calm down, his hips also pausing, keeping himself deep inside you. The pressure is soothing, and you take a moment to take a deep breath. His palm falls away from your throat, instead propping underneath your cheek.
It takes a few seconds before you feel yourself spasming around him. He chuckles against your back, pressing a kiss to your neck. âStill?â
You nod dumbly, rocking your hips again. âYeah. I donât know, I just-- Need more.â
âIâve got you,â he soothes, pulling out again to roll you onto your stomach instead, one of your favorite positions.
Youâre floating as you settle into the pillows, letting Aaron manhandle you wherever you need to be. You groan in your happy, blissed out state as he slides home again, draping himself over your back.
He is gentler now, knowing thatâs exactly what you need at this point. The last orgasm he pulls from you is just as gentle, and he pushes deeper into you, letting you ride it out.Â
He pulls your hips up and thrusts once, twice before heâs spilling into you. You didnât realize he was that close again. The warmth is soothing this time as it spreads through you.Â
Aaron leaves you only to settle behind you, spooning you once again. Your hand reaches behind you to find him, and he catches your wrist.Â
âYou need to rest,â he chides softly.
âI know,â you whimper. âNeed you inside me.â
âOkay, okay,â he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your neck as he slides in again, still half-hard, but itâs enough. You settle down as soon as the weight of him is tucked inside you again. âBetter?â
âMhm,â you sleepily nod, pushing back into him so he holds you tighter. âDo you have to go back to work?â
He chuckles against you, sighing. âNo, Iâm done for the day, I think,â he says. âIâll tell them you werenât feeling well.â
That makes you laugh. âWe need a better excuse.â
âOr I need to go back to working in the office.â
You roll your eyes. âLike thatâll make a difference.â
He shakes his head, his mind remembering the same memories that you are. The many lunch hours when you went to eat with him, and ended up with your back pressed into the couch, his tie stuffed in your mouth to keep you quiet.
âGo to sleep,â he says, pulling you impossibly closer. âIâll make us lunch when we wake up.â
âPerfect,â you smile, nuzzling into him. âLove you.â
âLove you too, honey,â he says, pressing little kisses to your neck and cheeks, wherever he can reach. âNow sleep.â
Youâre already halfway there. The combination of him nestled inside of you and the post-orgasm exhaustion is enough to lull you into a restful sleep.
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jealousy, jealousy / aaron hotchner
hereâs my masterlist! pairing: aaron hotchner x bau!reader / shy!reader word count: 2.4k genre & cw: fluff, a little jealousy and pining angst if u squint, mentions of made-up case, different use of cm character a/n: thank u so much for all the support i've been getting on my fics!! hope you love this one as much as i do, i really enjoyed writing this one the most!
Today was a bad day. That much was clear. From the moment you woke up to the minute you arrived at the BAUâ youâre convinced that the universe has simply gone the extra mile to make your life a little harder.Â
You slept through your alarm and a few phone calls from Garcia, making your morning stressful and complete chaos. You didnât have time to grab a cup of coffee or a snack, and apparently you also didnât have time to remove the colorful pimple patches that adorned your face.Â
Your blouse is buttoned asymmetrically, your hair resembling a bird's nest, and you left your ID at home, making your arrival more delayed as you had to employ Garciaâs help in presenting a copy of your ID to let you through.Â
That too was not without stress given that your phone was on the verge of dying as you were in the call, but thankfully you could finally breathe in the elevator. Or so you thought.Â
There were two things that immediately caught you off guard as you walked into the bullpen: one, almost all the desks were deserted and two, Reid and Morgan were watching you- as if waiting for your reaction, which led you to look around in anticipation. Is there a surprise? A prank? Did I miss a patch? IâmâŚwearing pants, right?Â
Not wanting to prolong your search, you look at the two for any indication or clue. Tilting your head to the side as if to ask what? But to your surprise, they both nod their heads in one direction. Oh.
Strauss was in Hotchâs office, along with Rossi and a woman you donât recognize. Hotch looked a bit tense, Strauss firm, Rossi is as relaxed as ever, and the woman⌠is looking directly at Hotch. Just Hotch. Huh.Â
You were stood just shy of your desk when you shook thoughts out of your head, slowly approaching your desk to settle your things. Dozens of scenarios were running through your head, trying to make sense of new additions to an otherwise normal day.Â
But the way she was studying him made your chest tight like someone was stepping on it.. and you couldnât figure out why.Â
You approach the two rascals only to lean on Derekâs desk as you whisper under your breath, âWhatâs happening there?âÂ
Morgan shrugs but his focused face remains, âI donât know, kid. I tried Garcia but she doesnât have a clue either.â Eyes studying the people in the room, noting anything that could tell them something.Â
Mulling over more possibilities, you hum in response. Turning to Reid, you ask him- hoping that his eidetic memory can tell you anything about the woman even if theyâd only met in passing.Â
âDo you know anything, Spence?â But Reid only pouts at you, a sign that heâs thought about it hard but is coming up empty.Â
Shaking his head, he soberly replies, âNo..I donât think so. Iâ Iâve never seen her before. Sorry.âÂ
Before any more thoughts could be voiced between the three of you, the door to Hotchâs office opens and all four of them file out- the woman walking a little too close to Hotch.Â
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Youâre approaching your usual seat on the jet beside Morgan and across from Hotch when suddenly Agent Seaver overtakes you and sits on your seat. Caught by surprise, your eyes instinctively go to Hotch whoâs already looking at you.Â
He nods to himself, moving from the aisle seat to the one by the window. But it appears Agent Seaver misunderstood his gesture and moved beside him, âOh! Thank you, sir.â Even going as far as touching his arm and leaning closely.Â
Now, youâve never been a violent person. Rage has just never overcome your senses like that but today.. of all daysâ you couldnât help the image of spilling your hot chocolate all over her cream blouse.Â
You donât even notice that youâre frowning as you sit beside Morgan, somehow still unaware of how much their closeness really upsets you. You honestly thought youâve maintained an expressionless face until Morgan looks up from his file and leans close to whisper in your ear, âYouâll need claws not paws, baby girl.â Winking at you as you separate.Â
You steal a glance at Hotch only to see him watching you and Morgan with furrowed brows. He almost looks normal if it werenât for the clenching of his jaw thatâs his tell of irritation. Moving your gaze to Seaver, in case you missed something thatâs causing his new mood, you find her reading the case file.Â
As you return your gaze on Hotch, you watch as Seaver touches his arm again and engages him in conversation about the case. Itâs through the whole jet ride that you had to stomach the constant Agent Hotchner, Agent Hotchner! paired with a giggle or a slight touch. UGH!
If it werenât for Strauss personally recommending Agent Seaver as a consultant for this case, you would have doneâ âŚstill absolutely nothing. You had no claim whatsoever over Hotch. Morgan and Rossi may tease the two of you occasionally, forcing that he treats you specially or whatever but his behavior could simply be chalked off as him being a good and attentive boss.Â
And yes, okay fine. You may have some moments here and there⌠but! they could honestly just be built up in your head because of the feelings you have for him. Like when he said he likes it when you stare? Come on, being stared at can be flattering and thatâs just a universal truth.Â
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After a whole day of coming up with theories, visiting crime scenes and M.E.âs, youâre all completely spent. Lounging in the makeshift discussion room, all of you are still working tirelessly on the case given that the unsubâs on a spree and his timeline is alarmingly short.Â
Reidâs been silently staring at the board for 20 minutes while Morganâs pretending to read files of potential suspects with his legs stretched out and feet on the table, âThis is impossible. We just donât have enough.â He exclaims as he tosses the file on the table with a thud.Â
To the left of Morgan, youâre also silently mulling over files of potential suspects. Not wanting to admit that heâs right, you guys donât have enoughâŚbodies. You barely have anything on the guy, barely any clues- for a working profile.Â
You sigh heavily, peeling your eyes off the paper and looking at the board. âReid?â The boy genius shakes his head softly, confirming that the known dump sites donât say much about the unsubâs comfort zones or hunting ground.Â
You suddenly wonder where Seaver, Hotch and Rossi are. You and Morgan got back to the precinct at around 11PM, and you realize you havenât seen any of them, âWhere are the others?âÂ
Morgan, in an effort to lighten the mood, jumps at the chance to tease you, âHmm. I think what youâre really asking is: Whereâs Hotch and is he with Seaver?â He punches your arm lightly, making it obvious heâs only teasing.Â
The smug, playful smile on his face makes you fight one of your own, desperately trying to not give yourself away, âShut up,â hitting him in the head softly with the file in your hand.Â
While you two were exchanging playful glares, Reid interjects, âSeaver wanted to turn in early since sheâs also the one meeting with the families tomorrow so Hotch brought her to the hotel.âÂ
You instantly lift your gaze to him and watch as he removes the markerâs cap and scribbles rapidly on the board, quickly adding âAnd Iâm pretty sure Rossiâs getting us coffee from the diner around the block.âÂ
You want to blame it on your exhaustionâ your inability and ineffectiveness at hiding how you truly feel about what Reid just revealed to you, groaning loudly in pain and frustration. You put your head in your hands, muffling the sounds youâre making that are somehow a combination of a laugh and a sob.Â
Morgan understands your reaction immediately and laughs out loud.Â
âItâs not funny!â There was honestly no point in hiding it. As much as Morgan teased you, you knew he wouldnât tell anyway, and Reid.. well, he was honestly an even better keeper of secrets than Morgan, Rossi and Garcia.Â
He puts a hand on your shoulder to comfort you, âBaby girl, worry not. You know you hold a special place in boss manâs heart.â Then gripping both your wrists to pry your hands off your face.Â
Pressing your face even further into your hands, you let out a muffled version of âThatâs not true!â that came out more as âDaffs noft thwu!âÂ
When Morgan successfully pries your hands off your face, youâre surprised to see Reidâs moved from the board to behind Morgan, half leaning half sitting on the table, curiously watching you.Â
Morgan turns around to look at the door behind you, making sure the coast is clear before he says, âKid. Be real with me for a sec⌠are you blind?â That was not the question you were expecting.Â
You must have looked so lost because he continues, âHotch cares for you. Deeply. And not in the same way he does for us. Youâve gotta have felt that, kid.â Funny, you are starting to feel like a kidâ the only thing missing are his hands on your shoulders to complete that huddle pep talk experience.Â
âThatâs just notââ you try to start. But Reid swiftly raises his hand, signing you to stopâ
âDid you know that every morning Hotch makes sure all the pens and mug handles on your desk are pointing to the rightâ the way you need it to beâ in case the night janitors move any out of place?â
âOr that he never really ate lunch in the office before but started bringing sandwiches and other food he could microwave, while timing his lunches with yours presumably so he could strike up a conversation with you during break?âÂ
âOr do you remember that one time the AC in the bullpen broke and we were all sweating badly, and I said the heat was making me too thirsty then he disappeared into his office and came back with a bottle of water and an orange juice box only to give it to you?âÂ
Morgan lets out a loud laugh at that one while Reid pouts playfully, âI mean I was genuinely dying then.âÂ
Not without his own input, Morgan smiles softly at you with a raised brow âDid you know he personally restocks your favorite hot chocolate in the pantry and on the jet? Including the marshmallows.âÂ
You breathe in deeply, the revelations sounding too good to be true but winding nonetheless. You crack a small joke, trying to play it off âAnd I thought the bureau was just feeling really generous.âÂ
The two, who have grown to be such brothers, give you the exact same look of Really?Â
As Reid rounds the table to go back and stand by the board, Morgan catches your attention and holds your eye, âLook, thereâs so much more, kid. But they all point to the same thing.â He says this as softly as possible, as if to not scare you away.Â
You let out a soft, breathy laugh. Shaking your head, âThat just canât be true.âÂ
With all three of your backs to the door, you donât notice Rossi nearing. You just suddenly hear his voice from behind, rounding the table and settling the coffee cups in front of all of you, âCoffee, anyone?âÂ
As if trapped in the null of the previous conversation, youâre still looking at Morgan as you lean back in your chair, slumping further to seek non-existent cover. Reid, who is now back in his own world with the board, is handed a cup by Rossi, who didnât even turn to look- only stretching out an arm to receive it and mumbling a distracted âThanks.â Â
Rossi, who is simply too smart for his own good, impressively senses something hanging in the air, nonchalantly asking about the tailend of a conversation he was not supposed to hear, âSo⌠what canât be true?âÂ
Back to lounging excessively on a chair that is a tad too tiny for him, with legs outstretched and feet on the corner on the tableâ Morgan spouts, âThat sheâs Hotchâs girl, and has no reason to be jealous of Seaverâ who by the way needs the HR orientation more than Penelope and I.âÂ
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Nowâ all of your backs are to the door except Rossiâs. Not one of you tried to move due to fatigue, let alone look.
Unbeknownst to you, Morgan, and Reid, on the way back to the precinct from the hotel, Hotch had the genius thought of picking up Rossi so the latter wouldnât have to walk a block with trays of coffee on hand.
Hotch and Rossi arrived together. And as Rossi went around the table to give you your cups of coffee, Hotch stayed behindâ leaning on the doorframe with arms crossed, watching you and the team.
Imagine his surprise, hearing what Morgan just said. His heart skipped a beat, his stomach dropped. His entire being froze entirely.. What? Jealous?Â
In his mind, he had two choices: Act like he didnât hear it and save you from embarrassment or use it to his advantage and make his intentions clear..ish.Â
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You gasp loudly at his bluntnessâ and in front of Rossi! Straightening in your chair and pointing an accusatory finger at Morgan, âYou littleâ I am NOT jealous! and I am NOT HotchâsââÂ
Cut off by someone loudly clearing their throat from behind all of you, you all freeze, including Reid who hasnât been actively paying attention until now.Â
The hair on your neck stands up as you hear the nearing footsteps, already envisioning digging your own grave in your head when finally, Hotch is standing right beside you.Â
Youâre all still pretty frozen, save from the slow movement which is your eyes slowly lifting its gaze to the man in question until they meet his hazel orbs. He holds your stare as he leans on the desk, arms straining in his shirtâÂ
Out of the corner of your eye you can see Rossi fighting a smile, and just as youâre about to mentally curse him in your head, youâre broken out of your thoughts by a deep voice,Â
âYou donât think youâre my girl?âÂ
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A bunch of cuties in love | A.H.
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader
Content warning: fluff, nicknames (i think that's about it?)
Word Count: 2.2K
Summary: Running late to a meeting with Strauss, Hotch leaves Jack with his favorite person - you. The scene that greets him when he comes back leads to some realizations.Â
Request: Hotch request: BAU!Reader is Jackâs favorite and always spends the day with them when heâs brought along to the office. They have a cute bonding moment that Hotch secretly watches. Cue the âoh god Iâm in love with them arenât Iâ
A/N: itâs been two months today since I made this blog, and itâs been wild, itâs been fun, and itâs been a little teary. thank you for the love and support! Please enjoy this cute little hotch piece, I had a blast writing it! Thank you to the anon who requested this, and Iâd love to hear what you think! Also, I miss old Disneyđ
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9:23.
On the days you werenât working on a case, and the only thing you really needed to catch up on was paperwork, your usual start time was 8:30. Yet almost an hour had gone by and he wasnât in his office like he usually would be.
With a punctual Unit Chief like Aaron Hotchner, it was a shock, and a little nerve-wracking that he was late.Â
Youâd lie if you didnât say you were getting a little worried, taking into account the last and only time heâd been late - Foyet attacking him in his own home, leaving him with long-lasting trauma, scars, and without his family.Â
You'd never forget that day, and every day after where he was left to suffer, laying the blame on himself. No matter how many times you said it, how many times Rossi patted him on the back, reminding him it wasn't his fault, you knew a part of him still didn't believe it.
And the part of you that cared about him, maybe a little more than you should, didn't have the heart to watch him do this to himself - the silent guilt, the long empty looks.Â
Youâve known him awhile, seen him through many of his ups, and just as many as his downs. Youâd seen him laugh in glee and beam with happiness, youâd seen him lose it in anger and anguish and youâd seen him cry in heartbreak.Â
So much of your life spent beside him, so many memories linked with him, and your team. And much of it you knew was friendly love - your love for Emily and Spencer, JJ and Morgan, Penelope and Rossi. But the love you felt for him was just a tiny bit different, deeper, not the friendly kind.Â
Youâd only recently started to understand what you were really feeling for him, as recent as the last few weeks. Still new and a little unexplainable at times, you were learning to balance that, within your friendship.
You didnât think you wanted to pursue anything, right now. It had been a little over two years since heâd lost Haley, since heâd needed to start navigating his life as a single dad, a widower.Â
You could still see the pain in his eyes, fresh as the day it had happened. You knew he was managing, but it was still apparent, that it was hitting them both hard.
And Jack? He was a little ray of sunshine in the otherwise gruesome life all of you led - the same could be said about Henry. But Henry was Reid's favorite, as his godfather, you knew the bond between them was unbreakable.Â
But Jack? You were his favorite, and he was yours.Â
He was your little buddy, your partner in all things art, cartoons, and Disney shows. He was your little helper during all things baking - you'd babysat once and he'd requested chocolate chip, peanut butter cookies and you'd been more than happy to help him make them.
He was a natural baker and a little taster.Â
Your love for the little cutie ran as deep as your feelings for his dad.
At the end of the day though, you were a friend, a shoulder both could use to lean on and rely on. You were comfortable in your role within their little family and weren't looking to make any changes then.
9:28.
You were playing with your watch, already having decided youâd be giving him a call if he didn't arrive by 9:30.
Worry was making your hands sweat, and just as you went to wipe them on your pants, the door to the bullpen opened, and in walked a very frantic Hotch - his tie was a little crooked, shirt a little wrinkled, and Jack - a little backpack on his back, and a curious look paired with a timid smile.
Aaron's eyes searched the bullpen, as did Jack's, the little Hotchner noticing you seconds before his father did. You stood up, watching as the blond pulled away from his dad, and on a little run, made his way towards you.Â
âCutiee.â He called out, using the nickname you called him, to address you too. You leaned down when he was a few steps away, accepting his hug, his little arms wrapping around your neck.Â
âHi, cutie.â You greeted him, a wide smile on your face. Hotch had made his way over to you by then, giving you a barely-there smile, but his eyes shone.
âYou're late.â You started, pulling to your full height.
âYeah, Jessica was called on an emergency at the last minute, and Liah is away on a hiking trip, so here we are.â Liah was Hotch's neighbor, she looked after Jack for a few hours when Hotch couldn't stay with him, or Jess was busy.
He looked at his watch, running a hand through his hair, messing it up a little.
âI have a meeting with StraussâŚwell, right now. Can you please watch him until I get done?âÂ
âGo, don't make her wait. We'll be okay and we're going to have fun. Right, Jack?â You watched him nod at both you and his dad before Hotch exhaled.
âYou're a lifesaver. Be good for Y/N, okay buddy.â Another nod from Jack, and he was on his way to Strauss's office.
ââOkay Jack, let's see if Aunt Penelope can download a few episodes of âThe Suite Lifeâ for us, and then we'll go color and draw for a while. Does that sound good to you?âÂ
âVery good. Can I also have orange juice?â He asked, taking your hand in his small, soft one, fingers wrapping around your own.
âLet's go see if we have any.â You walked towards the small communal kitchen space, checking the fridge and then you checked the pantryâŚand, âBingo. Let's go see the lair.â You led him to Penelope's office.
âKnock, knock, may us mortals enter?â You joked, making your little partner giggle.Â
âUs?â Her voice rang from the other side of the door.
âI have sir Hotchner with me. The smaller one.â
âHey,â Jack said in outrage
âMy favorite Hotchner.â You added.
Penelope pulled the door open, beaming at both of you, before she made space for you to enter.Â
âJack, my love, hi,â She raised her hand, letting him give her a high five. Even though she was affectionate, Jack wasnât as much, especially after Haley. He only hugged a few people now - Jess, his dad, and surprisingly, you.Â
It really showed how comfortable he was with you.
âWhat brings you to my tech cave?â She asked. You raised your brows at him, prompting him to do the talking.Â
âCan you, please, download a few episodes of Zack and Cody for us?â His voice rang with its usual child calm and sweetness, fingers intertwined in front of him.Â
Penelope's smile softened even more, âSure thing, sweetie,â Her eyes turned towards you then, âYour tablet?â
âYes, please.â You knew it was a work tablet, but no one had to know.
âAny requests?â She asked the little guy.
âYou pick.â
âOkay-dokey. Should have it in about 10 minutes, my loves.â
âThank you, Aunt Penelope.â
âThanks Pen.â You gave her air kisses before you led Jack out and towards his father's office.Â
His day had started rocky, hell, the whole night had gone that way.Â
Jack had woken up from a nightmare - twice at that. After the second time, heâd asked Aaron to sleep in his bed, too scared and sad to stay in his room.
Heâd snoozed his alarm, just once, and had a hard time waking his son up too. Heâd had 20 minutes to get himself ready, but Jessica had called 10 minutes before she was supposed to arrive - apologizing because sheâd been called on an emergency at work.Â
Aaron had to rearrange his whole morning then, already aware heâd be late for work. Heâd had to get Jack and his backpack ready and cook him breakfast. All of that, and be in the office before his 9:30 meeting with Strauss.Â
Breakfast and preparing Jack for a day at the BAU, heâd done successfully. Arriving on time had been a little tricky, with barely 2 minutes to spare.Â
But when heâd walked into the bullpen, Jack spotting you just seconds before he did, and heâd watched your smile grow, heâd known all would be okay.Â
Watching you with Jack always brought a warm feeling within him, like he was watching something sacred. You were always patient and kind, always interested in listening to him talk, even though he was a quiet kid, who appreciated quality time more.Â
You gave him that too, and a lot of it - you watched cartoons and shows with him. Colored and drew, baked cookies, and played with him whenever he wanted. Any time spent with Jack was about what he wanted, what he liked doing, and above all, making him comfortable.Â
Even if it meant cleaning flour off your kitchen floor and whatever had gotten in the drawers too.Â
He appreciated, even loved the bond you had with his son, every smile, every hug, and every minute you spend with him. He loved hearing about you from Jack - what youâd done together, what youâd told him, the stories, the jokes, the conversations.Â
Hearing his son proclaim you as his favorite person in the BAU had made his heart soar. Taking into account all the time you spent with him, it wasnât really a surprise. He bonded hard, but once he did, he never went back.
He was much like Aaron himself in that regard. His trust had to be earned, as did his friendship, and it required hard work. Jack was much the same. And youâd successfully earned both of theirs with your beautiful and caring personality.Â
He exhaled a breath, checking his watch, step fast, and briefcase in hand.Â
11:18.
His meeting with Strauss had run longer than heâd anticipated - over an hour and a half. Diplomacy, politics, budgets, and cuts, theyâd run through countless things, half of that meeting already fully blacked out from his memory.Â
He was tired - every meeting with Strauss left him drained. Worried, about Jack and his state of mind after last night. All he wanted to do was get to his office and check up on his son.Â
Walking into the bullpen for the second time that day, he quickly made his way towards his office, only to stop short at the window. The blinds were open, having forgotten to close them last night, so he had a clear and full view of his office.
You were sat on the couch close to the armrest, Jack cuddled against you, cheek squished against your collarbone, face almost buried in your neck.Â
Your work tablet sat propped on the coffee table, and your arm wrapped around his small body, keeping him close. His eyes were almost closed, your thumb running soothingly on his back.Â
He watched, mesmerized by the scene. He felt himself soften, all of him. His face, the furrow in his brow, and the tight set of his lips. His whole body, his heart, suddenly at peace.Â
For months he'd observed the kindness you showed everyone - the families of victims, heartbroken by the injustice of life. Passersby, people you might never see again. Your team, especially, your work family. Jack, and even Aaron himself.Â
And as he watched you with his son, the one person left in this world who truly loved him, no matter his rights or wrongs - he couldn't help but feel himself unravel.Â
Every little thought he'd had about you, every feeling he might have somehow suppressed in order to protect himself and his child, they all attacked him, in seconds.Â
Because the truth was, you earned his trust, his friendship, and somehow along the way, you'd won his heart as well.
Right at that moment, his heart pounded in need, in adoration, in pure, clear love. Love he hadn't allowed himself to feel since Haley. Love, he'd frankly hadn't felt in years, ever since heâd put his signature down on the dotted line.Â
He wanted to get home to see this. He wanted to see you put Jack to bed, and kiss his forehead with a whispered âgood nightâ.
He wanted to stroke your cheek tenderly, pull you into a kiss that made you melt, and stroke a fire within you like no one else could.Â
He wanted to tell you he loved you - in the car, as he drove you to work. In the kitchen during breakfast and dinner. In his office, a few stolen moments as you worked. And under the sheets, while you made love.Â
And even through the fear that gripped him in a vice, of rejection, separation, and even trust - he still wanted to love you, as if he was loving someone for the first time again.Â
âEverything okay, Aaron?â David asked, passing on the way to his office.Â
Aaron barely spared him a glance, nodding his head a little, âYeah, it's okay.â
He pushed the door to his office open and walked in, greeted by his new favorite sight, and his two favorite people.Â
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Take A Seat.
A lil Blurb - Based on the following request: Please Aaron Hotchner x BAU! fem reader smut? like they are just lazily making out on the couch and things get hot? (Reader rides Hotch like her live depends on it and Hotch clingy for dear life while she does it)
Hotch x Fem Reader
Word count: 607
REQUESTS ARE OPEN - not edited - please be kind. Requests are open and feedback is welcome if it's constructive!
Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI, Fem reader, pet names, SMUT, porn with no plot. Let me know if I missed any!
I do not consent to having my work translated or reposted to any other site. That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.
Aaron had just returned from a two-week long case, and you were feeling pretty needy. Jack had been spending the night with his aunt and you had never been more grateful for that fact. The second Aaron had walked through the door you had pounced on him.
That was nearly thirty minutes ago now. His go bag, shoes, and suit jacket long forgotten in the entryway.
Now, Aaron was sat on the couch with you straddling his lap. Your shirt had been tossed over somewhere near the coffee table and the buttons on Aarons had been pulled open in a heated frenzy.
He was sucking deep purple marks into the skin where your neck and shoulder met while you grind your hips down into his lap. A moan slipped past your lips as Aaron nipped at your skin. His gaze lifted to meet your own and if you looked anything like he didâŚyou were both completely wrecked. Hair tousled, lips swollen, pupils dilated and dark with lust, desperate. You knew what he needed and even more so, you knew he was going to give into your desires before anything else. Thatâs the thing about AaronâŚhe was a giver.
âI need you.â You gasped as Aarons lips pressed into the top of your barely covered breasts.
âYou have me sweetheart. Take whatever you need.â He mumbled, pulling the lace of your bra down to expose your peaked nipple.
You couldnât help the moan that escaped your lips when his teeth grazed over the sensitive nub. With shaking hands, you moved to pull at his belt, trying to free his achingly hard cock. It had been straining against his slacks, pressing hot against your core for the better half of the last half hour.
Aaron tapped your thigh, signaling you to stand momentarily to allow you both to rid yourself of the remaining clothing you had on. After a moment of tender hands assisting one another to undress, you made your way back to your previous positions.
As you lower yourself back into Aaronâs lap, he guides his cock into your waiting entrance.
âGod your cock feels so good.â You groan into Aaronâs ear.
âThatâs it baby. Take what you need.â Aaron praises as you find your rhythm.
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The room was hot, salacious sounds of skin slapping against skin the only audio in the room. Your hands were white knuckled, holding the back of the couch as you bounced up and down on Aaronâs cock. His hands gripping your hips, supporting your movements. While his face pressed to your skin, moving from your neck to your breasts as you moved against him.
The sounds escaping both you and Aaron were pornographic, loud and uncontrolled as you both neared peak.
âAaron baby Iâm close!â You gasped.
âCum for me sweet girl, let it go.â He instructed.
After a few more thrusts, you felt the band snap, orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave. All the while Aaron is now guiding your hips, chasing his own release. His hands wrapped around you in a bruising grip while his lips attach to your skin.
Sweat was cast over your skin, your hands were holding onto Aaronâs shoulders, youâre thankful for his grip on you as you are sure youâd have collapsed by now. His continued ministrations have sent another wave of pleasure to wash over you and the convulsions of your pussy finally sending him over the edge.
Aaron painted your walls with a grunt of pleasure, and as his breathing settled, he placed a sweet kiss against your lips.
âI missed you.â You whispered.
âI missed you too sweetheart.â
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savior complex + Aaron Hotchner
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    âHey, baby! So sorry Iâm late, I got caught up at work,â you say with an overly saccharine tone.
    Aaron looks up from his phone as you approach him, eyeing you skeptically. He opens his mouth, but closes it when you shake your head ânoâ frantically.
    Quietly, you rush out, âIâm so sorry. Thereâs been a man following me from the last four blocks and I donât want to go home. Please just act like you know me until he goes away.â
    Without raising an eyebrow, Aaronâs eyes dart up and he sees the person youâre talking about. A man dressed in all black, eyes intently on you. âDonât apologize, honey, I know how busy you get. Up for dinner?â Aaron wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you close to him. He hopes he isnât overstepping boundaries. âJust follow me,â he says quietly, leading you further down the sidewalk. âWhen we get to the bookstore up there, go inside. If heâs still following us I can take care of him.â
    âOkay,â you nod. âThank you. Iâm so sorry to ruin your night.â
    Aaron hears the truthfulness in your voice and he looks down at you with uncharacteristically soft eyes. âYou didnât ruin my night. Iâm just glad itâs me who helped you instead of some other weird guy,â he says lamely.
    You side-eye him. âIâm sorry, but who are you?â
    Aaron pulls his wallet from his pocket with ease. âSupervisory Special Agent Hotchner with the FBI,â he tells you. He watches you scan his ID with wide eyes until he turn to the street with the bookstore. He took a quick glance over his shoulder and saw that the man wasnât there. âHeâs gone,â he informs you.
    However, you stay in Aaronâs grasp. Despite knowing the threat is gone, you choose to stay in this hot FBI manâs arm. You know youâre fooling yourself but you just wanted to imagine- for a couple more moments- that you do have a hot FBI boyfriend that escorts you to mundane places like the bookstore and calls you honey and protects you from all the bad guys.
    âIs there any way I can say thank you without saying it?â You ask with a nervous chuckle when he leads you to front of the building.
    Aaron watches you for a moment before checking his watch and scratching his head. âIf youâre offering, I could eat- but donât feel compelled. Itâs really no proble-â
    âAgent Hotchner, itâs really no problem. Where do you want to go?â
    âCall me Aaron,â he smiles. âAnd⌠I could go for some burgers.â
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won't you be my sunshine-a.h.
a/n: runner!hotch x sunshine!reader !! sooooo fluffy, first hotch fic of mine so be gentle with me! lots of pining and happy end <3 happy to continue with these two in an au!
Aaron Hotchner is not a particularly emotive man.Â
This is a skill he has honed, a cherished quality that was not born of luck or of natural ability, but a skill that he has honed down to a fine tip point. He needs to be, in this job. Itâs cost him things, of course, but for the most part, Aaron is happy with his choices. He takes a firm line with people he works with, and does not always let up in his personal life.
The only time this sometimes causes a hitch, is in his romantic life.
Which isnât to say that he has one.Â
There is a woman who reads in the park every morning. Aaron affectionately thinks of this bench as her bench, as it is marked by wisterias and hyacinths on either end of it. Itâs something of a ritual, after his runs, that they talk.Â
Itâs fun. He doesnât have a lot of space for fun. Heâd collapsed on the bench one day after siphoning his anger at a particular case into a difficult run. Heâd crashed onto the bench, sweaty and exhausted and hadnât even seen her there. Which is a bit impressive, as sheâs hard to miss the sight of. It is also in equal measure embarrassing. Itâs not every day you collapse in front of a gorgeous woman, disturbing her from what is likely a lovely afternoon in the park.
Thatâs how it started, anyway. She doesnât run, so each break is punctuated by her company. Heâs actually not sure if theyâre flirting. Heâs not very good at that- the last time he has to he was 17 and so full of unearned confidence, he lucked into a partnership.Â
Now, heâs a bit older and a lot more scarred. Sheâs younger than him, not by much. She laughs with her whole chest at his dry, glib humor- and this is something Aaron had forgotten. The joy of a beautiful, wonderful womanâs company beside you.Â
He feels a little out of place next to her. Romance is not something he does. Ever thought heâd do again, really. Thatâs not to say that this is romance. Their romance is almost entirely hypothetical. He thinks of her at work, which is a monumental development in and of itself.Â
âSo, how was the paperwork? I know youâve been taking a little more on since your colleague had a baby. Itâs so kind of you to do it.â She asks him on a beautiful August morning.Â
He fights off a blush that she remembers what heâs done for JJ. Heâs not big on mentioning his own good deeds. Aaron believes that this would cancel it out. Still, her praise is a warm balm to the exhaustion that plagues him. Itâs hedonistic, the way he wants her to say more about him. He wonders absentmindedly if she knew everything about him thatâs hard to love, sheâd still paint him with such a light and warm glance. Sheâs bright enough, heâs tempted to tell her everything about him just because she asks.Â
âIt wasâŚalright. My team is excellent. Iâm lucky to work with people like them, it makes the process better. I couldnât ask for more.â
She giggles a little at this, and thereâs that roar of affection.Â
He feels a sense of ease around her, one that is suspicious for him. He tries not to romanticize, but this connection is hard not to. Sheâs beautiful- this is obvious to anyone who meets her, a simple truth of her. But Aaron is trained to notice things little factors that show the truth of someone.Â
He likes to watch her- itâs a pleasant thing, getting to be in her presence. Itâs a little addicting, the way she looks at him. It makes him feel like all of the things he knows to be true of himself- his relative failures, the closed-off nature of his demeanor- are things that not only can be overlooked, but donât seem to be in her line of sight at all. Itâs an honor, to have her doe eyes rake over the sight of him, to meet him with gentle conversation.Â
He tries not to notice that she is gorgeous. Aaron has been around beautiful women, of course- this is not something that should surprise him. But thereâs something effervescent about her, something that his him wondering if itâs possible that she might feel the same way about him. He knows that he used to be a more attractive man, but now. Well, heâs a bit bruised, both metaphorically and physically.Â
It feels odd to even think of this happening. Sheâs just got a warm, sweet tone and he replays what itâs like when she greets him. She smiles her brilliant grin and sometimes hugs him. Itâs embarrassing how much he likes the feeling of it- soft curves against hard muscle and scarred skin. She always smells wonderful, and he wonders how nice it would be to have more of this.Â
âI like your new shirt, by the way.â She smiles at him, and his heart jumps. It feels juvenile, but- sheâs wearing a new lipstick, it seems. Her beautiful pout looks awfully tempting.Â
âI like the lip color,â he tries to compliment back amenably, but that doesnât stick. Instead, it comes out too earnest. Heâs hyper aware of the fact that sheâs right by him. She flushes, and Aaron feels a surge of pride.Â
âThank you,â she says, voice softer and flattered, and isnât that a pretty sound? Heâd love to do that for her, make her feel seen, make her feel like sheâs as beautiful as she is, âI thought you might like it.â
Itâs her directiveness that breaks the seal, he supposes looking back. Because she wore the lipstick for him. Thatâs just about the only thing it can mean, and he is struck with a particularly sensory fantasy of what it would be like to slot his mouth against hers- he gets the feeling it might be worth it even if he gets the color on his mouth.Â
Heâs a gentleman, though, he decides after a decidedly ungentlemanly amount of time spend staring at the gorgeous curve of her lips.Â
âWould you want to get dinner with me?â He hears himself say it before heâs processed it, and then itâs out into the world. His heart is hammering and heâs blaming on the run, when god, itâs absolutely about how breathtaking she looks, the sunlight reflecting off her hair like a halo. When she beams back at him, she looks particularly angelic.Â
Itâs then, she leans over and kisses him on the cheek.Â
âI thought youâd never ask.â
(Months later, when she is sitting on his kitchen counter and he is standing between her legs, gazing down at her with unabated fondness because he is entitled to that, he reflects on this moment and thinks god, how lucky am I, that I ran past that bench?)Â
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something more
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pairing: aaron hotchner x fem!bau!reader
summary: you and aaron are friends with feelings more obvious than you think. or: 5 times the team suspects you and hotch are dating +1 time they know it.
word count: 6.6k
warnings: friends to lovers, the team being a little nosy, pining idiots!!!, probably inaccurate descriptions of bau jobs (for the plot!), a very small injury, a birthday, a first kiss, and fluff!
a/n: hiii this one has been a long time coming so thank you guys for being so patient with me!!! and special thanks to the anon who requested this one! i hope u guys enjoy it and please please let me know what you think <3 ily
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Aaron Hotchner was never someone you thought you could be this close to.
Coming to the BAU, youâd been intimidated more than anything. As Unit Chief, heâs got a reputation thatâs hard to ignore. Professional, brave, cold when he has to be. His success and talent were undeniable, and all you wanted to do was prove that you belonged there, too.
Then, you really met him, and he surprised you in a way you hadnât expected. Hotch was kind right off the bat, welcoming you to the team with a smile that felt like some sort of prize.
He was an excellent boss. Understanding and protective, quick to defend anyone on the team like they were his own family. Except, he was so much more than just your boss.
Now, youâd call him your closest friend, someone whoâs number youâd call if you were in trouble. Heâs your closest friend and yet you feel so much more for him.
It started slow, a friendship blooming the way a plant does with just enough sunlight. It was a shared smile here, a nudge of the shoulder there. It grew to be a seat next to him reserved for you on every plane ride.
Today, itâs eating lunch with him in his office.
Aaron usually works through lunch, more eager to get things done than he is to worry about skipping a meal. Somehow, with two tupperware containers in your hand and a sweet smile, youâd managed to get him to take a break.
âWhatcha doing?â Youâd asked.
Hotch looked up from his paperwork then, dropping his pen because you were in his doorway. âYou know, Unit Chief business. Reports.â
âSounds like you have time for lunch, then.â You set the containers down on his desk, making sure to avoid the papers heâd just been working on.
âI should really get this done-â
âHotch,â you stopped him, âyou and I both know that youâre always ahead on this stuff because you stay here so late. Lunch wonât set you back.â
With a shake of his head and the biting back of a smile, a simple twitch at the corners of his mouth, Aaron agreed and stacked his paperwork off to the side.
Thatâs how youâve ended up in the chair thatâs usually on the opposite side of his desk, only now itâs tugged to be next to his. Your knees touch every so often when one of you shifts, and the warmth stays with you even when the contact is gone.
âSorry itâs nothing fancy,â you say as he opens the container you brought for him.
âDonât apologize. Itâs great.â Hotch has a way of saying things that make them sound true, no matter how few words he uses, so you accept it.
âOkay, good!â Thereâs a small silence, a lull as you both take your first bites. âCan I help with anything?â
Aaron looks from the paperwork to your face, your eyes already on his. âYou donât have to do that.â
âI want to,â you reassure him. âI think sometimes you forget that you arenât the only one who can do this stuff.â
He knocks his knee against yours. Purposeful this time. A silent âthank you.â
âLike you said, Iâm ahead anyways. Iâve got it.â
âCome on, Hotch. Iâm already done with my report from our last case. Iâve got time. Let me help.â
Heâs always been reluctant to accept help, to ask for it, but when youâre asking so sweetly, when itâll give him an excuse to spend more time with you, itâs hard for Aaron to say no.
âAlright. You help for an hour, thatâs it.â
You grin at him, like his acceptance of your offer was some kind of gift heâd given you. Your nose crinkles a little with it, and his hand flexes in his lap, like heâs fighting not to reach out to you.
âOkay, put me to work, boss.â
âWe just started lunch,â he says, a little chuckle puffing out.
âHave you ever heard of multitasking, Agent Hotchner?â
Aaron laughs, shaking his head as he reaches for one of the files in the stack heâd made and hands it to you. Heâd call everyone at the BAU a friend, but thereâs something different, something more about how heâd describe you.
Heâs grown closer to you than he usually lets himself get to people, like youâre the only one with the right tools to break through walls heâs put up. You see each other outside of work (on the rare days you arenât working), and still, he feels like itâs never long enough.
Hotch briefly wonders if he could just move your desk into his office. He shakes off the thought and what it might mean.
Head bent, youâre now focused on the work he gave you, and Aaron takes the chance to admire you. His eyes flick over your profile, the light hitting your cheeks, the flutter of your eyelashes every time you blink.
As if you could feel his gaze on you, you turn towards him and smileâa small, closed-mouth smile, but a smile all the sameâbefore turning your attention back to the page.
When you take a pause and take another bite of your lunch, a small drop of sauce lands on your thigh. âOh, shit.â
Aaron grabs a tissue from the box on his desk, wrapping it over his fingertip before wiping the small spot from your leg, his finger a spark against you even through your pants.
âGood thing you wore black,â he says, tossing the tissue in the garbage. His hand, however, stays on your leg, and though the touch is light the weight of it feels the opposite. Heavy, huge.
âGood thing youâre here to clean up after me, more like.â
Your eyes meet, and you share a smile with Hotch the way you often do. Mid-conversation, across a room, itâs a smile you sort of reserve for each other.
In the main office below, Derek, Spencer, and JJ stand together, watching the interaction through the window into Hotchâs office. You and Aaron seem to be in your own bubble, completely unaware of your small audience.
âTheyâve gotta be together,â Derek is the first to speak, waving a hand towards the office where you and Hotch are talking. âI mean, come on.â
âI donât know,â JJ shrugs, âthey both seem kinda clueless.â
âWe probably shouldnât speculate about them,â Spencer, always the sweetheart, says. âBut, statistically, Hotch never eats lunch. Just saying.â
JJ pats Reid on the shoulder, huffing out a laugh before she heads back to her desk.
You stay in Aaronâs office much longer than an hour that day.
-
Punctuality is important in the BAU. Really, if youâre not early, youâre late. Youâve always got to be ready, wheels up in ten, or five.
You suppose that doesnât really apply to outside-of-the-office parties at Garciaâs.
Itâs rare that youâre all available at the same time, from late nights at the bureau to families, itâs tough to make your schedules line up when you arenât working, which is why whenever she can, Penelope likes to host drinks for the team.
Youâre on your way there now, or, you should be. Instead, youâre getting ready in your bedroom while Aaron waits in your living room.
Hotch has offered to drive you to these things every time, and with every offer, comes your easy answer of âyes.â Heâd been outside in his car for five minutes before he decided to call, because youâre usually in his passenger seat within seconds of him pulling over by your building.
The ringing of your phone had your eyes blinking open, squinted against the sudden brightness of your TV. Youâd accidentally fallen asleep, and, still disoriented, picked up the phone. âHello?â
âHey, everything okay?â Itâs Aaronâs voice on the other line, and you pull your phone away for a second to check the time before sitting up quickly.
âShit, Hotch, I mustâve fallen asleep. Iâm so sorry.â
âItâs alright, I can wait for you.â Heâd wait as long as you need, he thinks. The thought passes through like a leaf blown in the wind, freely, randomly.
âHave you been waiting long?â You ask, fingers tugging at a loose thread in your pants.
âNo, donât worry. Barely five minutes.â
And he still wanted to check on you.
âWhy donât you come in? My couch is probably more comfortable than your car, right?â
âYou sure?â He checks, like he hasnât been to your place before, like youâd ever not want him there.
âGet in here, Hotchner.â
You hung up before he could reply, and he laughed to himself in his car before shutting it off and doing exactly what youâd told him.
So, now, youâre rushing to find an outfit while Aaron sits on your couch by himself.
Even though heâs in the next room, you can feel his presence around you, the steady security he gives you, the warmth that seeps out of him even when he tries to hide it.
You settle on a knitted sweater, a skirt, and some tights, which you realize as you tug them on aren't the speediest of options, but itâs too late to change your mind now. With your hair figured out and the mascara that had smudged during your nap fixed, you step back out into the living room.
Aaron made himself at home while you were gone (he often feels that way with you, at home), sitting on your couch with his arms spread across the back. He looks better than he should there, suit stretched across his shoulders, and you have to clear your throat to snap yourself out of it.
âOkay, sorry again for the delay. Iâm ready to go.â
He looks up as soon as you walk in, eyes skimming over your legs and the tights wrapped around them, your waist, up your neck. His gaze lands on your eyes the way it often does, like magnets.
He shakes his head, âdonât be sorry. Weâll be what they call âfashionably late.ââ
You laugh, because who wouldâve thought that the words âfashionably lateâ would ever come out of Aaron Hotchnerâs mouth.
âWho taught you that one, huh?â
âI like to keep my sources anonymous.â
âWell okay, then. Letâs go be fashionably late, Hotch.â
He lets you lead the way to the car, only jogging up ahead to open your door before you can reach it yourself.
During the drive to Penelopeâs, you take control of the music with little objection from Aaron, and when it gets to a song you know he likes, you sing along, encouraging him to do the same.
âLetâs hear it, Agent Hotchner.â You hold your fist out like thereâs a microphone in it, looking at him with a grin on your face.
âI can't sing.â Aaronâs fighting off a smile, because youâre sitting beside him, not too shy to sing along, being all cute and, briefly, he thinks about reaching out and grabbing your hand and holding on.
âSure you can! Everyone can sing, come on.â You unfurl your faux microphone-holding fist and tug on the knot of his tie, âloosen up a little.â
And, because you have some way of convincing him of thingsâfirst lunch, now thisâhe humors you by joining in for one chorus of the song. When your eyes light up a little, and your grin only widens, he canât bring himself to be too concerned of how bad he probably sounds.
By the time youâre at Garciaâs door youâre a solid hour late, yet you and Aaron walk up to the door with matching smiles all the same.
âIâm getting you to do that every time I hear that song now, I hope you know.â
âThat was a one time special,â he says. He reaches over your shoulder to knock on the door. His hand brushes against you, featherlight and quick, a crackle over your skin.
On the other side, Morgan says, âmust be the lovebirdsâ when he hears the sound.
You and Aaron donât hear him, only broken out of your little shared bubble when Penelope opens the door. âThere you guys are! I made your drinks but the ice might be melted by now. You know, âcause youâre late.â
You know this is directed towards you more than it is Hotch, because Garciaâs a little intimidated by him still. You also know sheâs only joking, and greet her with a hug before stepping in.
Aaron isnât far behind you, though at these things, he never is.
Youâre met with warm greetings from the team when you walk in, and you chat for a bit, but it isnât long before things split off into smaller conversations. They all know that Aaron drives you to these things, and, as profilers, theyâre also all able to see the way you look at each other, the way the knot of his tie sits lower than usual.
In the corner, Emily leans over to Derek, saying, âusually it takes at least two drinks for Hotchâs tie to look like that.â
âI told you, theyâre together,â Derek shrugs.
âI donât think they know that,â Emily replies.
This time, Aaron hears them, and he canât help but look towards you in the room the rest of the night, thinking and thinking and thinking.
He ends up deciding that they might have a point. That maybe, that shift in his heartbeat when youâre around isnât nothing, isnât just friends.
-
The flight home from a case always feels the longest.
On the way there, youâre packing every hour with information about whatâs going on, talking to Garcia, reading police reports. Youâre all on edge, eager to get out there and help and do your jobs,
Then, on the way home, with another case solved, all youâre thinking about is going home, sleeping in your own bed, and time seems to go slower.
If your name happens to be Aaron Hotchner, youâd spend the plane ride home doing paperwork that actually can wait.
You and Aaron sit next to each other on pretty much every flight, though the seats have never been assigned. Itâs an unspoken thing, like your names are written on the fabric of the same two seats on the jet and thatâs just the way it is.
The first time was early on in your time on the team. It was a tough case for you, and Hotch seemed to know it without you having to say anything, so, when you got on the jet to come home, he smiled that small, twitch of his lips smile at you and nodded at the seat next to him. Youâve been sitting there ever since.
Today, your flight is on the shorter side, but feels long the way it always does. Trying to keep yourself occupied, you pull out your earbuds and shuffle your playlist, hoping that the songs will speed things up.
âSick of me already?â Hotch speaks up when he notices your headphones.
You tilt your head to look at him. He looks tired, the way youâre sure you do, too, but never any less handsome. His eyes are soft where they meet yours, paired with a hint of a smile that youâre always able to catch.
âSick of you, Hotch? Never.â You nod at the file he has open on the small table, âjust didnât want to distract you.â
âI thought you enjoyed distracting me. Always telling me I work too much.â
ââCause itâs true,â you say. âThat doesnât mean you listen.â
âI listen to you more than I listen to most people.â Aaronâs voice is gentle when he says it, the words sinking in and melting you just a little, sugary sweet. It could mean absolutely nothing, but with the way he keeps his eyes steady on yours, you donât think it does.
âListen to this, then,â you hand him one of your earbuds, and his fingers brush yours when he takes it from you. âBut you canât make fun of me if a musical soundtrack comes on, okay?â
âOkay,â he huffs a small laugh, and you feel a little brighter. âI promise.â
Youâre aware of the team having their own conversations in the rows in front of you and Hotch, but you canât bring yourself to join in, because you and Aaron are sharing your earbuds and his head is bent just a little closer to yours. Itâs delicate, and youâll do your best not to break it.
You talk a little longer, until it naturally fizzles out and Hotch is back to working on his files and youâre bobbing your head along to your songs. Only now, Aaron sits closer to you, his arm against yours.
Heâs not sure what to do with his newfound realization that his feelings for you run far deeper than friendship. All Aaron knows is that he likes the feeling of you beside him, and that heâs planning on keeping you there as long as youâll let him.
Itâs quiet between the two of you aside from your occasional âthis is a good one,â and his hum of acknowledgement.
Eventually, youâre relaxed enough that your eyes grow heavy, the sleep youâve been lacking suddenly catching up to you, and when you hit a patch of slower songs youâre fighting to stay awake.
When your head lulls onto Hotchâs shoulder, you jerk your head up, âsorry, Aaron.â
His chest does something funny. A jump. Itâs not often you call him Aaron, and heâd listen to the sound of his name on your lips on a loop if he could. Because he canât help himself, he scooches himself even closer to you.
He decides to call you something different, too, saying, âitâs alright, honey.â
Youâre too sleepy to really read into that one, all you feel is the flutter in your stomach and Aaronâs hand on your head, gently guiding it to his shoulder.
When heâs sure youâre asleep, Hotch looks away from his files and over to you. Your cheek is squished against his shoulder, your lashes fanned shut. He thinks youâre the prettiest girl heâs ever seen.
Aaron doesnât even feel the smile that spreads over his face as he reaches up and pushes your hair away from your face. Heâs completely unaware of the eyes that catch him, far too focused on you.
Emily turned around when she realized she hadnât heard your voice in a bit, and she did it just in time to catch Hotchâs movement. Instead of saying something, she turns back around and shakes her head to herself.
Hopeless, she thinks.
Sleep doesnât come so easily with this job, with the things you see, so Aaron canât help but try and stay steady for you, and if that leads to him letting his eyes close and resting his head on yours, then so be it.
Itâs not until the end of the flight that the team checks on the two of you. As everyone stands and grabs their go bags, they notice the two of you, asleep next to each other, earbud wires hanging between you.
âShould we wake them up?â JJ asks.
âHotch doesnât get enough sleep as it is,â Spencer chimes in. âNeither does she, actually.â
Of course, Derek finishes with, âletâs leave the lovebirds to it,â before the team gets off the plane.
Itâs only about twenty minutes later that Aaron does wake up, but he feels more well-rested than he has in a while, even with the kink in his neck.
Blinking his eyes open, heâs met with an empty jet and the comforting weight of your head on his shoulder. âShit,â he sighs.
He debates waking you, ultimately deciding that youâd probably rather sleep in your bed rather than the seat of the BAUâs jet. Reaching up, he pulls your earbuds away, setting them on the table. With a brush of his fingertips to your cheek, he coaxed you awake.
âHey, honey,â Aaronâs nearly whispering, like heâs afraid to scare you. Or, maybe, heâs convinced that if he moves too quickly, too loudly, this whole thing will fade away as if heâd been dreaming. âWake up, weâre home.â
âHm?â You grumble, scrunching your nose when he brushes your cheek again.
âWe fell asleep, but we landed.â
âOh, god.â You sit up properly, lifting your head. âIâm sorry, Aaron. Hotch.â
âAaron is good,â he eases you. âCome on, Iâll drive you.â
Sleep-hazed, or maybe just happy that he can be Aaron to you, you agree easily and take his hand when he offers it, letting him lead you to his car.
-
Youâve been spending more time at Aaronâs ever since that flight. In the car, heâd convinced you to stay over at his place in the guest room, since it was closer. With your go bag already in his car and heavy, sleepy eyes, it was hard for you to do anything but agree.
Itâs another slice of his life that heâs let you see, and you canât help but feel like it means something, like youâre stepping further and further away from being coworkers who are friends and towards something different. Something more.
That flight feels like the catalyst, the thing that caused things to shift into what they are now.
Aaronâs couch is much more comfortable than yours, and though youâve yet to spend the night again, youâre sitting there with him at almost every chance. The time off you get is rare, and Aaron wanting to spend it with you sends flutters to your stomach whenever you think about it.
You feel like you know him better, getting to see his space, how he chose to decorate, what colors he likes, which ones he doesnât. You also know what temperature he likes to set his thermostat.
âDo you enjoy living in a refrigerator?â You ask, hands tucked into your sleeves. âJust wondering.â
Aaron laughs, a small huff, âI think you just run cold, honey.â
Heâs been calling you that a lot, too. Honey.
âNo way, Hotchner. Your house is what runs cold. Or maybe youâre cold-blooded.â
Not with you, he thinks. Years and years of doing what he does, Hotch might even call himself cold when heâs thinking a little too hard. But never cold with you. He thinks that might be impossible for him.
âShhh, donât tell anyone my secret,â he says, his arm brushing against yours from where he sits next to you on his couch. âWhere are you cold?â
âCanât feel my toes, Aaron. I might be out of commission for the next case.â
âWell we canât lose our best girl, can we?â Best girl, he says. Like he means it, like itâs simple. âIâve got some thick socks you can grab. Bottom drawer.â
Just like that, heâs cracked another wall of his down even further, giving you permission to go into his bedroom as if youâve been in there a thousand times.
âReally?â
âUnless youâd rather not feel your toes-â
âOkay, okay,â you stop him, unable to fight your smile. âThanks, Aaron.â
When you stand and head towards his room, Aaron canât stop himself from thinking that you belong there, in his home, his room, his life. You fit in so seamlessly he wishes youâd never leave.
He stands up too, because the couch suddenly feels sort of empty without you beside him, without your warmth. He walks over to his thermostat on the wall and turns it up for you.
Youâve always thought that you can tell a lot about a person from where they live, and seeing Aaronâs bedroom now solidifies it. His place does too, but thereâs something about his bedroom that feels much more personal.
Here, thereâs more of him, little bits of his life scattered around. A picture of him as a kid with his parents on the dresser, the newspaperâs crossword sitting completely finished on his nightstand, his bed neatly made.
You smile at the framed photo before slipping the top drawer open and finding the pair of socks heâd been talking about. As much as youâd love to snoop, you donât want to invade his privacy in any way. Besides, from Aaron, even a glimpse of his space feels special.
You slip on the socks before you leave his room, letting them bunch at your ankles.
As soon as you walk back into the living room, Aaronâs phone rings. Glancing at you softly, almost apologetically though heâs got nothing to be sorry aboutâyou work with him, you know how important a call can beâhe picks it up.
âHotchner,â he says, holding it to his ear. His voice is different this way, more professional, controlled. Never any less pleasing to hear.
Heâd wanted to say something about how good you look in his clothes when his phone rang, Garciaâs name flashing on the screen. Aaron wishes it was someone else, only to spend more time with you this way.
âSorry to call late, sir,â Penelope says. âWeâve got a case. Missing kid; itâs urgent.â
âDonât be sorry, Garcia. Weâre on our way.â
âWait, we?â She asks, curious as always.
âWhatâs going on?â You ask Aaron.
âGot a case. Iâll drive, honey.â He lets the pet name slip, like itâs a habit.
On the other line, Garciaâs grinning to herself in her office. Sheâd had a suspicion of who on the team Hotch would be with outside of work, and hearing your voice, and his use of the word âhoneyâ all sticky sweet, she knows sheâs onto something.
âOh, thatâs âwe,ââ Penelopeâs voice teases. âTell her Iâll see you guys soon!â
Aaron shakes his head, fighting his smile. âBye, Garcia.â
He hangs up and looks from his phone to you, your eyes already on him, corners of your mouth tugged up just a little like youâd heard what Garcia said, heard the lilt in her voice. Like you liked the idea of you and Aaron being a unit. We.
He likes that idea, too.
Back at the BAU, Garcia calls Derek next, who picks up with his classic, âhey, babygirl.â
First, she tells him that he needs to come into the office, that theyâve got a case, then, âyouâre never going to believe this.â
Penelope loves to talk, and Derekâs happy to listen, so she tells him about how youâd been with Aaron when she called, and that you were on your way together.
âI give them another week, max, before theyâre holding hands when they come in.â Derek laughs, because he can see yours and Hotchâs feelings so easily, plain as day, and he loves to be right about things.
âHow mad will Hotch be when he finds out that we talk about his relationship?â Penelopeâs mostly joking, only a fraction concerned.
âIf the boss didnât want us talking about it, he shouldnât be so obvious, sweetheart.â
Once you arrive at the office, you donât catch Penelope and Derekâs shared looks behind yours and Aaronâsâwho happens to be carrying both his and your go bagâbacks.
And if anyone notices the loose socks around your ankles, they donât say anything about it.
-
Youâre not supposed to go off on your own unless itâs absolutely necessary. You know that, the team knows that. Aaron, who is always trying to keep you as safe as possible, enforces it.
You guess that this time might be up for debate.
When it comes to what you do, you have to trust your instincts most of the time. And today, your gut told you to make a decision that might not have been safe, but to you, it felt like what you had to do.
Aaron had been on the phone with you, trying to figure out a way to make the car drive any faster to get to you. Heâd heard it in your voice, in the tone of it, that he couldnât convince you to wait for someone else to show up.
âI have to do this, Aaron,â youâd said. While the team would normally probably tease him about you calling him Aaron, as if it isnât his name, theyâd known not to interrupt this time. âYou know I do.â
âYou donât have to.â His hands tightened on the steering wheel as he spoke. âWeâll be there soon, alright? Just-â
âIâm sorry.â And then, you hung up.
In the end, going in when you did had been the right move. A life had been saved, and youâd slowed the guy down enough that the police were able to arrest him when they arrived. All it cost you was a cut and a bruise on your cheek.
So, your instincts werenât so bad.
Aaron, however, disagrees. Logically, he knows that he wouldâve done the exact same thing you did, knows the rest of the team wouldâve, too. But when it comes to you, he has a hard time thinking logically.
After you hung up on him, all he could do was breathe and breathe and breathe over the heavy thumping of his heartbeat and the worry spinning in his head. He drove the quickest he could manage, the car silent inside. A static.
Itâs not that he doubts your abilitiesâheâs always thought you were incredible, even before the friendship, even before nowâonly that the idea of you being alone with such a bad man makes him feel sick.
Heâd take your place in a heartbeat, if he could, just to make sure youâd be safe.
By the time he and the rest of the team get to the scene, youâre walking out of the building with a hand pressed to your cheek and a paramedic leading you to a nearby ambulance.
Aaron spots you right away, his eyes scanning the small crowd through red and blue lights and conversations surrounding him. When he spots you, everything goes quiet.
His first thought is, thank god sheâs alive, then, itâs fuck, sheâs hurt.
Without a word to anyone, he heads over in your direction right away. He meets you at the ambulance, where you sit on the small bench inside while the paramedic presses your cheek with gauze.
âHoney.â It comes out in a breath. Relief and pain all at once.
You look over to him, his hair a little messy, his eyes wide and roaming all over you like heâs checking for any other injuries. He cares about you, and itâs written all over him.
âAaron. Iâm okay.â You hold a hand out, and he grabs it, sitting beside you on the bench in the ambulance. âPromise.â
For now, he nods, letting the paramedic do their job bandaging up your cheek. When theyâre finished, they hand you a spare bandage saying, âitâs gonna bruise, and it might feel sore for a bit, but youâre all patched up.â
The paramedic leaves after that, probably going to check on other people. The lights inside the ambulance seem to cocoon you, a bright difference to the darkness outside.
The first thing Aaron says is, âlet me see.â
His hands reach for your face, rough fingertips gently holding your jaw, tilting you so that he can look at your cheek. Itâs a little swollen, discolored where you mustâve been hit. Thereâs a furrow in his brow, something that looks like a pout on none other than Aaron Hotchner.
âHey,â you grab his wrists, but his hands stay on your face. âIâm fine.â
Aaronâs always worried, heâs always cared about you and about everyone on the team, but this is different. He was usually able to hide things much better than this. Much better than with you.
Now, all he sees is the tiny bloodstain on your shirt and the bandage on your cheek. All he feels is your hands squeezing his wrists and your eyes locked on his.
âYou should have waited,â he says. âI could have been there.â
âHotchner,â your deadpan tone is intact, which heâll take as a win, even if itâs directed towards him. âYou and I both know you would have done the same. I had to.â
One of his hands shifts to cup your non-injured cheek. Normally, heâd be much more composed while working, but he canât bring himself to care about how he must look right now.
âI know you did,â he tells you, because he does. âI just wish that you didnât. I donât like seeing you hurt.â
Your stomach is tumbling, rolling, your heart doing silly things in your chest. You can hardly feel the pain of your cheek anymore when his hand is on the other, his palm warm against your skin, his gaze even warmer.
âIâm hardly hurt, Aaron. Just a scratch.â
âRight. One that required medical attention. Thatâs more than just a scratch, honey.â
âIf you say so, Hotchner.â
He shifts his hands so that they fall into your lap, palms up and fingers instantly finding yours, tangling together perfectly. Like puzzle pieces.
âGood job, by the way.â Hotch rubs his thumb over your skin once, back and forth. âYou did the right thing.â
âLearned from the best,â you say.
Youâre both oblivious to the fact that the team is watching from a distance, and that the two of you look so lovesick itâs ridiculous that you havenât spilled your feelings yet. Youâre both absolutely fucked.
Where she stands with the team, Emily shakes her head, âI havenât seen Hotch like this since⌠ever.â
Beside her, JJ merely shrugs, like itâs obvious, âyeah, theyâre in love.â
Spencer looks at you and Aaron in that ambulance with a smile. âThe odds of you guys being right are very, very high.â
-
+1
Aaron Hotchner was never the biggest fan of birthdays. Was never big into the cakes and making wishes, the song and the presents and the fuss of it all.
When he started at the bureau, it stayed that way. Days off were rare enough as it was, so heâd always work on his birthday. And while he kept the signed cards from the team, he treated it as any other day. Nothing special.
This year, youâre on a mission to change that.
While it isnât the first of Aaronâs birthdays youâve spent with him, itâs the first one since the two of you have grown as close as you have, since youâve felt the way you do. Youâre just hoping to make it a good birthday for him.
Youâve roped the whole team into it. Decorating the conference room with streamers and balloons and a sign that hangs crooked on the wall, bringing in a cake that reads âHappy Birthday Hotchâ in frosting, and keeping it all a secret.
Of course, youâve all already said happy birthday to him, and youâve got a present stashed under your desk for later, but youâve been doing your best to act natural even when the anticipation of your surprise for him eats at your stomach a little.
Surprises are a tricky thing, and thereâs no way of knowing whether heâll like it or not. Youâll just have to wait and see.
While in his office, the team had made it seem like theyâd all left for the day, saying their goodbyes to Hotch. Instead of leaving, though, theyâve been hidden in the conference room waiting for you to bring him in.
âAaron,â you say, knocking on his office door. âI think I lost an earring. Do you think you could help me look for it?â
Because youâre the one asking, Aaron says, ââcourse, honey. Where do you think it is?â
You smile, because heâs fallen into your trap easily, because you know that he probably would search for an earring with you if youâd actually lost one.
âI remember having it on in the conference room, so maybe there.â
He stands from his desk, gesturing for you to lead the way with his hand held out. You grab onto it before he can drop it, tangling your fingers and leading him behind you.
Aaron lets you guide him, and when you open the door to the conference room and flick on the lights, heâs met with the teamâs grinning faces and a chorus of, âsurprise!â
For a moment, heâs speechless, frozen in his spot in the doorway with your hand in his.
No, Aaronâs never been the biggest fan of birthdays, but maybe thatâs because nobodyâs ever done something like this for him. You came into his life all sweet smiles and now youâre throwing him a surprise party? Heâs never ever liked someone the way he likes you.
So much that like is spilling into a four letter word and heâs happy to let it.
You know him well enough to know that he doesnât like being the center of attention too much, so the only people in the room are those of the BAU. His closest friends. And you, his favorite person.
Before he can say anything heâs being spoken to by the team, getting a âhappy birthday, boss,â from Derek, a spill about how hard it was to keep this a secret from Penelope, a grin from Spencer, a tip about how youâd organized all of this from Emily, a squeeze to the shoulder from JJ.
When he finally gets the chance, the others split into their own conversations, Aaron tugs you aside to the corner of the room.
âYou did all of this for me?â He asks, head bent to catch your eye.
Although youâd caught the signature Hotchner smileâclosed-mouthed and quickâwhen he saw the surprise, youâre nervous about what he might say. You worry that youâve done too much, that heâd been pretending to like it for your sake.
âIâm sorry if itâs a bit much,â you start, anxiously tugging at your sleeves. âI wasnât sure if you liked surprises, I know not everyone does, but I wanted to do something for you because I care about you. A lot. And birthdays are meant to be celebrated, you know?â
Aaron canât help but let a smile spread over his face as you speak; a real smile. His heart is light, his feelings for you melting through him like the soft pink of cotton candy. He doesnât think you could ever do anything that he wouldnât like.
âIâll clean it all up, too, I prom-â
Your rambling is cut off with his lips on yours. Heâs kissing you.
Itâs soft, the press of his mouth against yours, and it takes you a second to push back. It stays delicate, a dance between the two of you like youâd practiced a million times before.
His hands skate down your arms to hold your hands, weaving his fingers with yours, squeezing like heâs making sure you know this is real.
You feel it all over, your stomach tumbling, your heart beating in a rhythm that thumps his name. Aaron, Aaron, Aaron, over and over.
Itâs a kiss worth a thousand words that you havenât said yet, a kiss full of feelings and meaning and you know it, just by the way he does it, because you know him and he knows you. Itâs you and Aaron, and it feels like the beginning of something huge. Of the rest of your life, maybe.
When he pulls back, Hotch rests his forehead against yours, giving your head a gentle nudge, locking his brown eyes on yours.
âItâs perfect,â he says.
The next thing you hear is Derek Morgan cheering, âI knew it!â
Similar words come from the rest of the team.
âFinally,â from Emily.
âAbout time,â from JJ.
âThis isnât surprising,â from Spencer, who smiles while saying it.
A sweet, âyay,â from Penelope.
Distracted by Aaron kissing you, youâd sort of forgotten they were there. Bashful, you tuck your head beneath Aaronâs chin, forehead against his collar. He simply tightens his hands around yours.
And when itâs time for cake, this year, Aaron Hotchner makes a wish on his birthday candles. He wishes to spend every other birthday just like this. With you.
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hi! can i request a hotch fic with shy!reader? like the reader has been in the BAU for a while and is known to be quiet and they start trying to open more to the team (specifically hotch) and the reader jokingly keeps calling hotch âoldmanâ or âgrandpaâ and like they get rlly close and the team wonders if their dating or not? thank you!! :))
Old man | [A.H]
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x gn!Reader CW: Fluff, Alcohol consumption somewhere in the middle, one kiss. WC: 1.3k
           Working at the BAU had been a whirlwind for you. Youâd joined the team a little over a year ago, but even after all this time, you still found yourself feeling quiet and reserved around your colleagues. While they were all kind and welcoming, it wasnât easy for you to open up, especially when everyone else seemed so close-knit. You were known as the teamâs quiet one - efficient and hardworking, but not particularly outspoken.
           Your interactions with Hotch, however, had started to shift things. At first, you admired him from afar, his calm and composed demeanor had made you both nervous and intrigued. He was older, wiser, and had an air of authority that made you hesitate to speak up. But slowly, something began to change.
           It started with small things. Hotch would catch your eye during meetings, offering a slight nod or a barely-there smile when you shared an idea. You noticed how heâd linger after team briefings, giving you subtle encouragement in his own way, telling you that your insights were valuable. It was these small moments that made you feel more comfortable, and a little braver around him.
           Then, one day after a particularly grueling case, you found yourself standing by the coffee machine with Hotch. You were both exhausted, the silence between you comforting. You took a sip of your coffee and glanced at him, noticing how the lines around his eyes seemed a little deeper, the exhaustion written on his face.
           âYou alright⌠old man?â you teased quietly, barely looking up from your cup as you spoke.
           For a moment, you werenât sure how heâd take it, but when you glanced up, Hotch was smiling - an actual, soft smile that made something in your chest flutter.
           âOld man?â he repeated, with an amused arch of his brow.
           You shrugged, suppressing a grin. âYouâve been at this a lot longer than the rest of us, I mean except for Rossi,â you said, feeling a surge of bravery. âJust calling it like I see it.â
           Hotch chuckled, a sound you rarely heard from him. âI suppose Iâll take that as a compliment,â he replied, his voice warm. âThough I donât feel that old.â
           It was a small exchange, but it opened the floodgates. After that, the teasing became a regular occurrence. Youâd throw in a playful âold manâ here and there, and Hotch would respond with a dry comment about your youth and energy. The team noticed, of course they did. Morgan would give you side glances, smirking whenever you slipped the nickname into conversation, while JJ and Emily exchanged looks with each other.
           The banter became a way for you to feel more at ease, not just with Hotch but with the whole team. But there was something special about the way you and Hotch interacted, a certain closeness that wasnât there with anyone else. Heâd seek you out in quieter moments, asking how you were doing, offering advice on cases or just sharing a cup of coffee during the rare downtime. You started to open up more, sharing little pieces of yourself that youâd kept hidden for so long.
           Then the team began to wonder. You could see it in the way they observed the two of you. During briefings, when Hotch would speak directly to you, his voice a little softer than usual, youâd catch Morganâs raised eyebrows or Rossiâs grin. JJ had asked you once, out of the blue, if you were seeing anyone. When youâd said no, sheâd hummed in response, her eyes darting briefly to Hotchâs office.
           But you werenât dating. At least, not in any official capacity. Sure, there were moments that felt like something more - like when Hotch would brush your hand as you passed files to each other or the way his gaze lingered on you a little longer than necessary when you were deep in thought. But neither of you had acknowledged it, not yet.
           One evening after a case, the team had gone out for drinks. You were sitting at the bar, nursing a glass of wine, when Hotch slid into the seat beside you. You smiled at him, feeling the familiar warmth of his presence, and leaned in slightly.
           âOld man, out at a bar? Didnât think you had it in you,â you teased, bumping your shoulder against his.
           He chuckled softly, his dark eyes gleaming in the dim light. âIâm full of surprises,â he said, his voice was low.
           You sipped your wine, feeling bolder than usual, perhaps from the alcohol, or maybe just because it was Hotch. âGuess Iâll have to stick around long enough to see them,â you replied, your tone playful but with a hint of something more.
           Hotch turned his head slightly, his gaze catching yours. There was a flicker of something in his eyes, something that made your heart skip a beat. He leaned in just a fraction, his voice dropping to a whisper. âIâd like that.â
           Your breath hitched, your pulse quickening as you stared at him. There it was again - that tension, the unspoken connection between the two of you that was growing stronger by the day. You smiled softly, the warmth in your chest spreading.
           The team noticed. Over the next few weeks, the teasing from Morgan and Emily grew more frequent. âSo⌠you and Hotch, huh?â Morgan had asked one afternoon when you were both working late.
           Youâd blushed furiously, stammering something about it just being a joke, that you and Hotch were just colleagues, but Morgan didnât seem convinced. âSure, whatever you say, kid,â heâd said with a wink, leaving you flustered.
           But the truth was, even you werenât sure anymore. You and Hotch had grown close - closer than youâd ever imagined when you first joined the BAU. He made you feel seen, appreciated, and more comfortable in your own skin. And as much as you teased him about the age gap, there was something about Hotch that made you feel safe, cherished.
           One evening, after the rest of the team had gone home, you found yourself in Hotchâs office, helping him sort through case files. The room was quiet, the only sound was the rustling of papers and the occasional hum of the air conditioning. Youâd just handed him a report when his fingers brushed against yours, sending a jolt of electricity up your arm.
           You looked up, your eyes meeting his, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. The air between you felt charged, heavy with something unspoken. Hotch's gaze softened, and before you could stop yourself, you blurted out, âWeâre not⌠you know, dating, are we?â
           The question hung in the air momentarily, and you immediately regretted asking it. But then Hotch smiled a soft, almost tender smile that made your heart race.
           âNot yet,â he replied, his voice low and steady. âBut I wouldnât mind if we were.â
           Your breath caught in your throat, and you stared at him, wide-eyed. He stepped closer, his fingers grazing your hand, and you felt the familiar warmth of his touch.
           âWell⌠what are you waiting for, old man?â you teased, your voice shaking slightly with nervousness and excitement.
           Hotch chuckled, leaning in just a little closer. âI guess Iâll just have to stop being so old-fashioned.â
           And with that, he closed the gap between you, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. It was gentle, sweet, and everything you hadnât realized youâd been waiting for. When he pulled back, his forehead resting against yours, you smiled, your heart pounding in your chest.
           âSo⌠weâre dating now?â you asked softly, your fingers curling around his.
           He nodded, his thumb brushing gently over your knuckles. âLooks like it.â
           And from that moment on, the team didnât have to wonder anymore.
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AUGUST REC FICS
Hello, my sweets!! Here I am, once again, for yet another month of reading and living vicariously through our one and only Reader. I haven't read much this past month, and most of these sweet authors are people I follow (and shockingly, some are my mutuals, too !!! I'm too much of a fangirl to believe it's true). Give these gorgeous, spectacular writers a ton of love. They all deserve it so much, considering they're blessing us with such amazing work for free. Like. Comment. Reblog. The equivalent of a five-star review
Like always, I will be going based on what I've read recently and not by the date the fic was posted. Reminder to please respect these writers. Some contents are 18+. MINORS should not be interacting in any way.
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Spencer Reid
âż a muted shade of green by @dalamjisung âł the flow of this fic was so smooth my jaw dropped down on the floor as i read through (writer's first reid fic, and it was chef's kiss)
âż hearts aligned by @raekensluver âł OMG this one had me melting. roommate spencer is such a dream
âż sick love by @misserabella âł guilty pleasure unlocked. a wonderful reading session filled with interesting discoveries
âż behind closed doors by @incognit0slut âł i loved binging this so much !!! was a giggling, kicking mess while reading this one; and it has four parts ! we're so spoiled
âż kiss it better by @nereidprinc3ss âł tmi but was having an episode of mild anxiety attack, and this saved me in the middle of the night, giggling myself to sleep, so thank you for such amazing work x
âż dead of night & nightvisions by @cxrrodedcoffin âł lol i read this at work and had to fight battles not to make any facial signs that i was consuming kinky content. the second part was another level, i was cackling like a witch
âż much ado about nothing: act iii, scene v & act iv, scene i by @incognit0slut âł act iii, scene v left me speechless, reader didn't fold and i took that as a win. act iv, scene i played with my emotions lol
âż just a number by @reidsdaisies âł i became a stand-up actress while reading this because it's overwhelmingly spicy and filled with tension i had to provide comedic relief for myself
âż untittled req response by @mandarinmoons âł no because i saw my reblog post of this and i immediately snorted and then laughed some more after rereading it. pipe cleaner will never not be funny to me
âż poison me, i'm fine by @gghostwriter âł no because this one needs more attention ?????????????? i loved reading this so much i was so tempted to pull my heart out and ship it to pau, show how crumpled it was after reading
âż my best colors for your portrait & my face in every place by @none-of-your-bullshit âł i wasn't lying when i said august is for angst and i immediately gobbled this up after seeing it. the way my chest was so tight but also smiling because the writing style is amazing got me looking like a lunatic
âż cute, outraged genius by @lavenderspence âł tina got me laughing like a gremlin. it's so adorable she made me fall in love with spencer all over again
âż another untitled req response by @mandarinmoons âł sorry, sweethearts, ket just couldn't be bothered with titles lmao. secret lover reader is my favorite lover, sooooo you all will enjoy this cutie patootie creation
âż one single thread of gold by @gghostwriter âł you'll overdose of sweetness. it's so adorable and a great way to feel giggly about spencer reid.
âż for the fear of falling apart | part one by @pathologicalreid âł i haven't read the rest of the parts but mhmmm this was DELISH. well-written creation that made me show emotions while reading at work. my coworkers asked me my my eyes were so wide and i think that says a lot at how great this is
âż second to none by @raekensluver âł ooooo this one got my blood boiling in a good way
âż untitled work by @sincerelybubbles âł adorable stuff make me melt especially when it's a spencer one
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Aaron Hotchner
⌠darling, in any life series by @hotchfiles Ⳡat this point are we even surprise im including yet another series form lari here ? anywayyy, i love me some old flame trope
⌠picket fence dream by @hotchfiles Ⳡthis is a new part from the choiceless hope series and i gobbled it up. i was screaming when i read this
⌠tells by @ssahotchnerr Ⳡfirst thing i read in the morning, and i sobbed from the overwhelming sweetness
⌠silver by @solardrop Ⳡokay but this was so adorable ??? plus im def one of those gals who tried to throw herself on him, maybe even catapult myself
⌠sympathy for the devil by @hotchfiles Ⳡnosebleed. spice level is not as high as i make it seem but the writing really got me sweating. just read it, you'll understand what i mean
⌠spending time with you by @lavenderspence Ⳡno because TINA CALLED ME OUT WITHOUT CALLING ME OUT. i was slightly offended. the gasp i gasped was so loud asdkfnkg. but it is adorable, go read it pls pls
⌠doctor, love by @none-of-your-bullshit Ⳡi love when reader slaps the character with some reality like a seasoned raw steak.
sorry, not sorry if this post is filled with lari. I reread her works religiously, so here are my favorites from hers truly:
⌠help me hold onto you Ⳡoh, this is like crack for me, and i always come crawling back no matter how hard i try to stay sober
⌠half asleep takin' chances Ⳡstill waiting for future aaron somewhere out there
⌠choices Ⳡgonna be honest with everyone this one makes me wanna deck aaron hotchner and then deck reader for folding so easily and also deck myself because im no better than reader
⌠quis ut deus? & daniel 12:1 Ⳡmy fave series from lari and i will never not reread them over and over and over and over again because i love it so much idk what's the appeal on me but i love it and i want this framed and buried with me even if it's unfinished
I haven't had a lot of time to visit the good ole "for you" feed in a while, so I apologize for missing all the amazing work every writer has put out this month. I will make it up to you, I promise! And if you'd like, you can send me works or mention me so I can read certain creations that you deem noteworthy for the next rec fic month!
love lots, ker x
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A/N: Aaron Hotchner, thank you for being there when our fathers werenât đđ
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Receptionist!Reader.
Summary: The higher ups decided that the BAU needed their own reception area so that visitors and the agents had their own friendly face whenever they come back from a case. Hotch already has a soft spot for her.
Word Count: 741
Warnings: just a little fluff for my first Hotch fic, because receptionist!reader and Hotch makes me feral
Part 2!!
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When they first told her that sheâd be moved from the normal reception to a special one being made for her up in the BAU, she thought that sheâd been sent a spam email. Laughing it off and getting back to her baking.
Until her boss escorted her up to her new desk the next morning.
Thankfully, all her belongings had been boxed up by other staff, and had already been moved up in boxes for her to unpack.Â
Her days were long, and she was routinely one of the first people in the building, which meant she had more than enough time to sort through her boxes before any of the actual team turned up for the first time.
Apparently theyâd had a few issues with people getting in that werenât the most savoury of characters. So she was moved up as an extra layer of protection before the public were allowed into the bullpen. But being on the same floor as profilers wasnât going to stop her from decorating as she always had.
Besides, she didnât have to share this desk with anyone, so she got the entire space to decorate herself.
Putting her box of biscuits, made and decorated the night before, on the top of the desk, she got to work. Getting into her own little world as she sorted out the boring bits first. Putting away important files she always needed to have on hand, and setting up the monitor to make sure all the information worked to let people in.
Eventually, thankfully, she got to the more fun aspects of her unpacking.
A lilac notebook, a collection of glittery pens (that, sadly, still had to be black ink), a sweet bowl since she knows how many agents have kids, and a plush lilac blanket over the back of her chair. She runs cold, and will have that over her lap if she starts to freeze.
Just as she started to unload her pretty, pastel post-it notes, there was a voice from beyond the desk.
âAre these for us?â
She shot up, hand going to her chest, thankfully also somewhat startling the man in front of her desk. At least she recognised him, SSA Aaron Hotchner, sheâd been the one to sign him in most days when she worked downstairs.
Giving him a small smile as she leant over to pop the lid, the smell of shortbread biscuits immediately hitting the area and making them both hungry.
âOf course, sir, and since youâre the first here, you can have two.â
Her original shock lessened as she smiled up at the man, who did immediately take two biscuits for himself. Heâd never say no to her baking again - it had made her upset and she hadnât spoken to him for three days.
âYou donât need to call me sir, not now we work together. Itâs good to have you on the floor.â
âItâs good to be here.â Smiling nervously as she shifted into her chair, the clock telling her that more people were going to start coming in soon. âI can only deal with Mariaâs constant bad date stories before I go mad.â
There was that small smile on his face, one sheâd seen very few times, but still made her all warm and gooey whenever she did. Brushing her hair back behind her ear and glancing away to boot up the monitor for the morning.
Looking back at him one last time, just to catch him sneaking a sweet from the pot, not even stopping when she caught him. Shoving it into his pocket and stepping away a little.
âIâll stop by later on, make sure youâre settled.â
He nodded, as if heâd do that for anyone else, and she smiled. God. He could drown in her smile.
But as he went to walk off, she waved a hand for his attention, neither of them noticing Spencer coming through the elevator doors, freezing at seeing the interaction between them. Not sure what to make of the smile on his Unit Chief's face.
âIâll save a biscuit, so you can take one home to Jack. Iâll sign you in, go on, you workaholic.â
Accepting and returning his little wave until she turned back to her desk with a stupidly daft smile on her face. Which she didnât even try to dampen when she spotted Spencer, beckoning him forward.
âMorning Doctor, have a biscuit, Iâll sign you in.â
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more bombshell reader and maybe jealous hotch!!
Something in the Way She Moves
Masterlist || Ao3
Pairing:Â Aaron Hotchner x Bombshell Female Reader||Word Count:Â 20k!!
Tags/Warnings: No use of Y/N, canon-typical violence, canon-typical themes, spoilers/mentions of past character's death(s), hurt/comfort, jealousy, fluff, angst, breakups, forbidden romance, smut, sex without protection, yearning Hotch, Reader is Hotch's Boss, holidays, Reader has hair, cheating if you squint (not on each other; not Reader on/by Hotch), mentions of alcohol at social setting, bombshell reader, possessive Hotch, jealous reader
Sypnosis: As the new section chief of the BAU, youâre determined to lead with professionalismâdespite an undeniable connection with Aaron Hotchner, the stoic unit chief who understands you like no one else. When your growing romance draws scrutiny from the Bureau and threatens both your careers, breaking things off feels like the only choice. But resisting your feelings is easier said than done, and navigating the fallout proves more complicatedâand personalâthan either of you anticipated.
Aaron Hotchner had always believed in rules. They provided structure, a way to ensure order in the chaos of the world he inhabited daily. He lived by themâuntil you walked back into his life.
When you first stepped into Erin Straussâ old office as the new Section Chief of the Behavioral Analysis Unit, Aaron had already known you would get the job. Not because you were an excellent candidate, though that was undeniable, but because he had written the letter of recommendation that tipped the scales. Heâd been the one to argue your case, to convince the higher-ups that your tactical mind, people skills, and years of leadership in the Child Abduction and Serial Killer Unit made you the right choice.
He knew he couldnât take on the job himself. He didnât want to sacrifice his time in the field or more time away from Jack. Things with Beth had just mutually ended, and he knew now wasnât time for a big change in his career. His team needed stability, too. He knew where to find it for them. He couldnât think of a better boss for himself or his team.Â
But what Aaron hadnât expected was how your presence would shift the ground beneath his feet.
From day one, you were everything he rememberedâcommanding, intelligent, and stunning. But there was a new energy to you now. Your style was impeccable, all sharp lines and elegance, yet undeniably bold. You wore heels that clicked purposefully against the tiled floors, and your perfume lingered just long enough to be distracting. Every room you entered turned its attention to you, though you never seemed to revel in it. You worked hardâharder than anyoneâbut also knew how to treat yourself. Aaron admired that, envied it even.
And then there was the personal side, the one you didnât show many. The way you smiled when you spoke about your nieceâs upcoming recital. The way your laugh, a warm and genuine sound, filled the briefing room when someone cracked a joke. You were extra, yesâextravagant evenâbut never entitled. You could be sharp-tongued and exacting, but you were also kind and humble. You never asked anyone for anything you wouldnât provide for yourself.
You were a paradox, and Aaron found himself drawn to you more every day.
The first time the two of you crossed the line, it had been... unplanned.
It was late, the kind of late where the bullpen was empty except for the faint hum of desk lamps and the rhythmic clicks of Aaron typing. You had come down from your office, a mug of tea in your hand and a softness to your expression he rarely saw as you popped into his opened door.
âYouâre still here?â
âI could ask the same of you,â he replied, looking up from his laptop as you perched on the edge of his desk.
The conversation started as work but soon meandered. Aaron had always valued your opinion, and it wasnât unusual for the two of you to linger over cases. But that night, as the hours stretched on, there was a shift.
âIâve always admired your dedication,â you said quietly, your gaze steady on him.Â
âThank you,â Aaron replied, his throat tightening.
âAnd the way you fought for me to get this position... Aaron, it means more than you know.â
There was a vulnerability in your voice, a crack in the armor you so carefully maintained. Aaron wasnât sure what compelled him, but before he could second-guess it, his hand covered yours where it rested on his desk.
That simple touch was all it took to change everything.
Weeks passed before either of you acknowledged what was happening. It started innocently enoughâa lingering glance across the briefing room, the brush of hands when passing files, the way your voices softened when it was just the two of you. But it didnât take long for the connection to deepen, slipping past the professional boundaries you had so carefully constructed.
Aaron would find himself texting you late at night, ostensibly to discuss case details, but the conversations often veered into personal territory. It wouldnât take long until you crossed the boundary, deciding the messages werenât enough phone calls were needed. He learned that you hated mornings but loved the ritual of your complicated coffee orders, that you missed the simplicity of fieldwork but thrived in your new role because it gave you a broader sense of impact. You learned that he still struggled with guilt over Haley, that he missed spending more time with Jack but refused to let his son see his father falter.
The shift wasnât dramatic, but it was undeniable. The way you looked at him during meetings lingered too long, your gaze softening when you thought no one else was watching. The way he always stood a little closer to you than necessary, catching your perfumeâan elegant mix of jasmine and citrusâthat lingered long after you walked away. The stolen moments became something he craved, something he couldnât ignore.
Aaron knew it was wrongâor, at the very least, complicated. But the way you saw him, truly saw him, made it impossible to stay away. Aaron had met a lot of people in his life, nobody who completely saw him. It was almost as if he spent his whole life searching for it, for it to be looking him in the face all of these years.Â
The first time he kissed you, it was in your office.
You were pacing, heels clicking against the polished floor, your tailored suit jacket hanging neatly on the back of your chair. The soft silk blouse you wore glimmered faintly in the dim light, catching his attention more than it should have.
âCan you believe this?â you muttered, gesturing toward the papers on your desk. âA dozen forms to approve before tomorrow, as if I donât already have enough to do. And the Director wants an update onââ
âStop,â Aaron interrupted gently, his deep voice cutting through your frustration.
You froze mid-stride, turning to face him. Your expression softened slightly, but your eyesâthose piercing, calculating eyes that could read anyone in a heartbeatâsearched his face for answers.
âWhat is it, Aaron?â you asked the edge in your tone melting into something warmer.
He stood from the chair opposite your desk, his broad shoulders and crisp suit making him seem even taller in the small space.
âI canât do this anymore,â he admitted, his voice quiet but firm.
Your brow furrowed, confusion flickering across your features. âDo what?â
He stepped closer, his dark eyes locked on yours, his presence overwhelming in the best way.
âPretend that I donât want more.â
For a moment, the air between you stilled, charged with an unspoken tension that had been building for weeks. Your lips parted slightly, but no words came. Instead, you tilted your head, studying him with the same intensity you reserved for interrogations.
And then your free hand moved, reaching up to curl into his tie, the silk fabric slipping easily between your fingers. You tugged gently, pulling him toward you, your breath mingling with his.
âAaron,â you murmured, a faint warning still lingering in your tone.
But he didnât stop. His hand rose to cup the side of your face, his thumb brushing against your cheekbone. Your skin was warm, impossibly soft, and he couldnât remember the last time heâd felt anything so grounding.
The kiss started tentative, almost hesitant, but the moment your lips met, it shattered whatever walls remained between you. You leaned into him, your other hand finding its way to his chest, where his heart pounded beneath the crisp cotton of his shirt. His other hand slid to your waist, his fingers pressing lightly against the curve of your hip, steadying you as you deepened the kiss.
You tasted like mint and something sweet, and Aaron thought he might be losing his mind. The world outside your office door ceased to exist; there was only you, your warmth, your intoxicating presence.
When you finally pulled back, your cheeks were flushed, and your breathing uneven. His tie was slightly askew, and your fingers still clutched it loosely as if unsure whether to let go.
âWell,â you said, your voice teasing but laced with something raw, something real. âThatâs one way to solve a bureaucratic nightmare.â
Aaron chuckled softly, his forehead resting briefly against yours.
âIâm sorry,â he murmured, though he didnât look it. He certainly didnât feel it.Â
âDonât be,â you replied, your fingers brushing the lapel of his jacket. âJust... donât make me regret this.â
âI wonât,â he promised, his voice steady.
And he meant it. Whatever came next, whatever complications or consequences arose, Aaron knew one thing for certain: thisâyouâwas worth it.
Aaron Hotchner had never been one to let himself indulgeânot in anything that wasnât for Jack, at least. His life revolved around necessity and function, keeping his head above water while ensuring those around him could do the same. Haley and Beth had been simpleâŚthese minor things didnât appeal to them. But with you, indulgence didnât feel frivolous. It felt... right.
The kiss had been a turning point. It wasnât just the line crossedâit was the invitation to something more. After that moment in your office, there was no going back. Within days, the two of you had quietly shifted from colleagues to something undeniably personal. By the end of the first week, Aaron had asked you out, and to his surprise, youâd agreed without hesitation.
Your first date had been dinner at a small but elegant restaurant nestled in the heart of Georgetown. Aaron had chosen the spot carefullyâupscale enough to meet your polished tastes but intimate enough to keep prying eyes at bay.
âI have to admit,â youâd said over a glass of sauvignon blanc, âI wasnât sure youâd be able to keep up with me.â
Aaron had raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. âKeep up with you how?â
Your expression had turned playful, your eyes sparkling in the candlelight. âLetâs just say Iâve been accused of having... expensive taste.â
Aaron had leaned back in his chair, swirling his whiskey casually. âYou think I donât know that by now?â he teased. âYouâre the only person Iâve ever met who insisted on a specific brand of bottled water for office meetings.â
âThatâs called maintaining standards,â you countered with mock indignation.
He chuckled softly, the sound low and warm. âDonât worry. I might be frugal, but Iâm not struggling. And I like to spoil the people I care about.â
The admission had caught you off guard, he could tell. Your confident demeanor had faltered just enough for him to notice, and for a moment, youâd looked down at your glass, your smile softer. âWell,â youâd said finally, meeting his gaze again, âI wonât complain about that.â
By the time youâd gone on a few dates, Aaron found himself more at ease with the idea of what you were becoming. It wasnât just the shared dinners, the quiet moments in the corners of bars, or the back seats of dimly lit movie theaters. It was the way you fit into his life so seamlessly. Despite your differencesâyou with your love of extravagance and meticulous planning and him with his pragmatic approach and quiet restraintâyou balanced each other.
You worked well together, too. Surprisingly well. If anything, your meticulous attention to detail and unrelenting standards had only strengthened the BAU. Aaron had always considered himself by the book, but compared to you, he realized he could be downright lenient.
âYouâre more Type A than I am,â he commented one night after a case briefing, leaning against the doorframe of your office.
You glanced up from your perfectly organized desk, where every file was stacked at precise right angles. âIs that your way of saying Iâm bossy?â
âNot at all,â he replied, his tone teasing. âIâm saying youâre by-the-book to a fault. Itâs impressive, really.â
You rolled your eyes, but your smile betrayed you. âSays the man who color-codes his case files.â
âTouchĂŠ,â he admitted, crossing his arms over his chest. âBut I donât panic at the thought of bending the rules when necessary.â
Your expression sobered slightly, and Aaron noticed the way your hands stilled over the papers in front of you. âI just... I donât want to give anyone a reason to question meâor us.â
Ah. There it was.
âYouâre worried about telling the Director,â Aaron said, stepping further into the room.
Your silence was answer enough.
Aaron sat on the edge of your desk, his presence grounding. âThings are going well,â he said firmly. âThe team respects you. Cases are running smoothly. We work together seamlessly. Thereâs no reason for anyone to take issue with thisâunless we give them one.â
You looked up at him, your expression vulnerable in a way few ever saw. âBut what if they do? What if they say itâs inappropriate or unprofessional? I could lose this position, Aaron.â
He reached for your hand, covering it with his. The touch was gentle, but his grip steady, reassuring. âYou wonât lose it. Youâve earned this. No one can take that from you.â
âBut what about you?â you asked quietly. âIf this affects your place on the team...â
âI wonât let it,â Aaron said with conviction. âWeâve handled worse than bureaucratic red tape. Besides, I think the Director has bigger problems than two senior members of the BAU in a consensual, functional relationship.â
Your lips twitched into a reluctant smile. âFunctional, huh? Thatâs romantic.â
Aaron smirked, brushing his thumb over your knuckles. âWhat can I say? Iâm a realist.â
You shook your head, your laughter soft but genuine. âI donât know how you stay so calm about this.â
âBecause Iâve spent my life trying to control everything,â he admitted. âAnd Iâve learned the hard way that some things are worth the risk.â
Your gaze lingered on his, the weight of his words settling between you. And for the first time since this all began, Aaron saw the tension in your shoulders ease.
âOkay,â you said finally, your voice steady. âWeâll tell the Director. Together.â
Aaron nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. âTogether.â
In that moment, as the two of you sat in the quiet comfort of your shared understanding, Aaron knew one thing for certain: whatever the future held, you were worth it. Every risk, every consequenceâyou were worth it.
Aaron Hotchner had walked into more high-pressure situations than he could count. Interrogating unsubs. Negotiating with armed suspects. Delivering heartbreaking news to grieving families. But as he sat outside the Directorâs office with you beside him, he felt a knot in his stomach that rivaled even the most tense of standoffs.
You sat with your legs crossed, your polished heel bouncing ever so slightlyâa nervous tick Aaron had come to recognize. You were dressed impeccably, as always, your tailored blazer sharp enough to cut through steel. But Aaron knew you well enough to see the tension in the way you smoothed nonexistent wrinkles from your skirt or adjusted your necklace.
He reached over, his hand brushing yours lightly. âWeâll be fine,â he said quietly, his voice low enough not to carry.
You turned your head, offering him a small smile, but the doubt in your eyes was unmistakable.
Before he could say more, the assistant opened the door. âThe Director will see you now.â
The Directorâs office was a testament to order and authority. Every book on the shelves was carefully aligned, the awards and commendations behind the desk displayed with precision. Aaron Hotchner had sat across from this desk many times, but today, the air felt heavier. He wasnât just representing his team or defending a decision. Today was personal.
The Director greeted them with a curt nod, gesturing for them to sit. Aaron glanced at you as you settled into the chair beside him, your posture immaculate, your gaze steady. He knew the nerves beneath the surface were hidden behind that calm, polished exterior.
âYou wanted to discuss something... personal,â the Director said, leaning back slightly, his hands folded on the desk.
Aaron cleared his throat and straightened in his chair. âYes, sir. We wanted to inform you about our relationship.â
The Directorâs eyebrows rose slightly, but his face remained unreadable. He waited, prompting Aaron to continue.
âWeâve been seeing each other for some time now. Weâve taken every precaution to ensure it doesnât interfere with our work or the teamâs performance. Cases continue to run smoothly, and morale remains high. We believeââ
The Director raised a hand, signaling for Aaron to stop.
Aaron exchanged a brief glance with you. The air seemed to grow heavier.
âI appreciate your honesty,â the Director said, his voice even, almost sympathetic. âBut this isnât acceptable.â
You leaned forward slightly, your tone measured but firm. âWith all due respect, sir, weâve maintained professionalism at all times. There has been no impact on the teamâs dynamics or efficiency.â
The Director sighed and leaned back in his chair, his expression thoughtful but resolute. âThis isnât about professionalism or efficiency, though I trust that both of you believe youâve kept those intact. Itâs about perception. The BAU is already under a microscope. The media, oversight committees, politiciansâtheyâre all waiting for any reason to scrutinize this unit further.â
Aaron shifted in his seat. âSir, weâve handled public scrutiny before. Weâve worked under immense pressure and still delivered results. I believeââ
âYou believe,â the Director interrupted, his voice gentle but firm. âBut this is not about what you believe or how well you perform. Itâs about how this looks. Two of the highest-ranking members in the same unit, in a romantic relationship? It opens doors for questions about bias, favoritism, and poor judgment.â
You stiffened slightly, and Aaron could feel the tension radiating from you.
âWeâve had to address optics before,â the Director continued, his tone less stern and more weary. âWhen Erin Strauss was here, we allowed too much to slideâher personal struggles, her decisions that created friction within the team. It put the BAU in a precarious position, one we barely recovered from. And now, with our history, with every move under scrutiny, I canât let this slide. Not again.â
Aaron pressed his lips into a thin line, forcing himself to remain composed. âSir, neither of us would let this compromise our responsibilities. Our records speak for themselves.â
The Director nodded slowly. âThey do, Hotchner. Both of you have impeccable records, and I trust your intentions. But this isnât about trust. Itâs about precedent. If I allow this, what message does it send? That personal relationships among senior staff are acceptable? That the rules donât apply here?â
You spoke next, your voice calm but resolute. âWeâre not asking for special treatment. Weâre asking for acknowledgment that this doesnât interfere with our ability to lead.â
The Director exhaled, his tone softening. âI understand what youâre saying. And if the world operated on logic alone, I might agree. But the reality is perception matters. The BAU is too visible, too scrutinized. I canât allow this.â
âWhat are you saying?â Aaron asked, though he already knew the answer.
âIâm saying one of you has to transfer, or this relationship ends,â the Director said evenly. âThose are your options. I wonât dictate which path you choose, but this arrangement cannot continue while youâre both in these positions.â
The finality in his tone hit like a cold wind. Aaronâs fists clenched in his lap, though his face remained impassive. Beside him, he could feel you bristling but holding yourself together.
âIs there any room for reconsideration?â you asked, your voice level but tight.
The Director shook his head. âI wish there were. I respect both of you immensely. But this is a line we canât afford to cross.â
The silence that followed was suffocating.
âI can draft up some reccomendsations for units to transfer,â he continued, âBut Iâd warn you, that may put a bigger target on your back with the brass.âÂ
âIs that all, sir?â you asked finally, your voice sharper than you likely intended.
âThatâs all,â the Director replied, his tone tinged with something almost regretful.
The Directorâs words still echoed in Aaron Hotchnerâs ears as you stormed out of the office, your heels clicking sharply against the tile floor. Aaron trailed behind you, his thoughts spinning, barely registering the brisk pace you set.
When you reached the bullpen, you didnât stop. You headed straight for the stairs that led to the upper offices, bypassing your usual elevator ride. Aaron hesitated for a moment before following, his long strides catching up to you as you pushed through the door to your private office and let it slam shut behind you.
For a moment, Aaron stood outside, his hand hovering near the doorknob. He could hear you moving insideâpapers rustling, a muffled sigh, the creak of your chair as you sat heavily into it. He took a breath and opened the door, stepping inside and closing it quietly behind him.
You didnât look at him. Instead, you stared at your desk, your hands resting on its polished surface as if grounding yourself. Your jaw was tight, your expression unreadable, but Aaron had known you long enough to see the storm brewing beneath the surface.
âThis is ridiculous,â you said finally, your voice low but trembling with barely contained frustration. âWeâve done everything right. Everything. And it still doesnât matter.â
Aaron didnât respond immediately. What could he say that wouldnât feel hollow? That he agreed? That he hated the situation just as much as you did? None of it would change the reality bearing down on both of you.
âWeâll figure this out,â he said quietly, though the words felt inadequate even as he spoke them.
Your head snapped up, your eyes blazing as they met his. âHow, Aaron? How do we figure this out? Do I transfer? Do you? Do we just pretend weâre fine with throwing everything away?â
Aaron opened his mouth, but the words caught in his throat. Heâd been in impossible situations beforeâones where no option felt right, but he had to choose anyway. This time, though, the stakes felt different. He wasnât deciding a case, balancing strategy and risk. He was standing on the precipice of losing something he hadnât even realized he needed until it was almost too late.
When you finally looked away, your shoulders slumping under the weight of the conversation, Aaron allowed himself a moment to think. To really think.
He imagined what it would mean to leave. Retiring from fieldwork had crossed his mind beforeâJack was growing up fast, and Aaron had often wondered if he was missing too much. But the idea of stepping into a more conservative role, away from the pulse of the work, left a hollow ache in his chest.
And then there was you. He thought of you sacrificing your position, giving up this incredible opportunity that you had earned through sheer determination and talent. The thought twisted his stomach.
Aaron couldnât bear it. He couldnât let another person give up so much of themselves for his job. He had promised himself, after Haley, that he wouldnât let his work consume anyone else. That was why he had let Beth go so easily when she wanted more for herself and her career.
But you werenât Haley or Beth. You were different. You were his equal, his match in every way that mattered. And yet, the guilt and shame of letting you make that kind of sacrificeâfor him, for themâwas unbearable.
âYou shouldnât have to leave,â Aaron said finally, breaking the silence. His voice was steady, but the weight behind the words was impossible to miss.
You looked at him sharply. âAnd you think you should?â
âNo,â he admitted. âBut I canât ask you to give this up. I wonât.â
Your hands curled into fists on the desk, and Aaron saw the flicker of pain in your eyes before you looked away. âSo what? We just... stop?â
Aaron exhaled slowly, his heart aching at the rawness in your voice. âI donât want to,â he said honestly. âBut maybe itâs whatâs best.â
Your laugh was bitter, your head shaking. âBest for who? Them? The optics? Certainly not us.â
Aaron stepped closer, his hands resting on the edge of your desk. âItâs not fair,â he said quietly, meeting your gaze. âNone of this is. But if we keep fighting this, it could hurt the team. It could hurt you. And I canât live with that.â
Your eyes glistened, but you blinked quickly, refusing to let tears fall. âSo thatâs it? We just... agree to walk away?â
Aaronâs throat tightened. âI donât want to,â he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. âBut I think we have to.â
For a moment, neither of you spoke. The air between you felt heavy, suffocating as if the weight of what you were agreeing to was pressing down on both of you at once.
Finally, you stood, your movements slow and deliberate. You rounded the desk, stopping just in front of him.
âDo you really think this is the right thing to do?â you asked, your voice cracking just enough to betray the strength you were trying to hold on to.
âNo,â Aaron admitted, his own voice hoarse. âBut I think itâs the only thing we can do.â
The words hung in the air like a final verdict, sealing something neither of you wanted to face.
When you stepped closer, your hand resting lightly on his chest, Aaronâs heart broke a little more. He covered your hand with his, holding it there for a moment as if trying to memorize the feeling.
âI hate this,â you whispered, your eyes meeting his one last time. He didnât miss the tears beginning to well in them. It was instinct to want to look away, it was a sight too painful to unsee, but he found himself still looking through to you.
âSo do I,â he replied, his voice raw.
And then, as you stepped back and let your hand fall away, Aaron felt the loss like a physical blowâa kick to the knees. You walked past him, your steps unsteady but resolute.
He didnât turn to watch you leave. He couldnât. All he could do was stand there, alone in your office, knowing that this decisionâthe right one, the necessary oneâwas going to haunt him for a long time.
The weeks that followed were some of the hardest Aaron Hotchner had endured, and that was saying something. He had always prided himself on compartmentalizing, on keeping his personal life from bleeding into his work. But thisâyouâmade that impossible.
The day after the decision, you had returned to work with the same polished professionalism you always displayed. Your suit was impeccable, your tone measured, and your focus sharp. But Aaron saw the cracks beneath the surface. He saw the way your eyes avoided his during meetings, the way your smilesârare as they were nowânever reached your eyes.
And it wasnât just you. Aaron could feel the weight of it pressing down on him, a constant ache in his chest that no amount of distraction could dull. He would catch himself looking at you across the bullpen, remembering how it felt to have you close, to hear you laugh in those unguarded moments. The memories were like splintersâsmall, sharp reminders of what heâd lost.
He wondered if it were some sort of sick joke. That once again, here he was, Aaron Hotchner choosing the job over what was right in front of him.Â
The team picked up on it quickly, though they didnât understand the cause at first.
âSomethingâs off,â Morgan said one afternoon, leaning against Aaronâs office door.
Aaron didnât look up from the file in front of him. âWhat do you mean?â
Morgan shrugged, his casual demeanor belying the concern in his eyes. âYou and her,â he said, nodding toward your office. âI donât know... You two used to be so in sync. Now itâs like thereâs this... distance.â
Aaronâs jaw tightened, but he kept his expression neutral. âWeâre fine. Just busy.â
Morgan raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced, but he didnât press further. Still, Aaron knew the others had noticed it too. Reidâs hesitant glances during meetings, JJâs subtle attempts to smooth over the tension, and even Garciaâs uncharacteristic silence when she addressed the two of you.
The pain of working together was a constant, gnawing ache. Every interaction felt like walking a tightrope, balancing professionalism with the unspoken emotions neither of you could completely hide.
During briefings, Aaron found himself hyper-aware of you. The way you avoided sitting too close. The way your voice would falter, just slightly, when addressing him directly. It was subtle, so subtle that no one outside the team would notice. But Aaron noticed.
You rarely joined the team in the field, but you were more present than Straussâ constant absence due to her dislike of fieldwork when in your role. Even in the field, the strain was palpable. The easy rhythm you had once shared was gone, replaced by clipped exchanges and a formality that felt wrong coming from you.
âYouâre clear on the approach?â Aaron asked during one such mission, his voice firm but hollow.
You nodded, your tone equally curt. âI am.â
It was efficient. Professional. Everything it needed to be. But it wasnât you. At least not the you he knew.
The worst moments came in the quiet, in the spaces between the chaos. Late nights at the BAU, when the rest of the team had gone home and the building was quiet. Sometimes, Aaron would catch a glimpse of you in your office, the light from your desk lamp casting long shadows across your face. He wanted to go to you, to break the silence and bridge the gap, but he never did.
One night, as he packed up to leave, he saw you sitting at your desk, your head in your hands. You didnât notice him watching, and for a brief moment, he considered walking in, saying somethingâanything. But then you straightened, brushing a hand through your hair, and the moment passed.
Aaron turned away, the pit in his stomach growing heavier with each step he took toward the exit.
The team never said anything outright, but Aaron could feel their unease. They didnât know the detailsâdidnât know that the two of you had once been something more, or how close you had come to risking everything to stay that way. But they felt the shift.
JJ tried to smooth things over with small acts of kindnessâbringing coffee, lightening the mood in meetings. Morgan watched both of you with quiet curiosity, his usual teasing replaced by a patience Aaron hadnât expected. Even Garcia, ever perceptive, gave him a long, searching look one day before sighing and saying, âYou know, you can talk to us, right? About anything.â
Aaron had nodded, offering a faint smile he didnât feel. âThanks, Garcia.â
Months passed, and the ache dulled, but it never went away. Aaron learned to live with it, to bury it beneath the weight of his responsibilities. He told himself it was the right decision, the only decision, but there were momentsâlate at night, when the silence was deafeningâwhen he let himself imagine what could have been.
And youâhe could see it in your eyes, the way you carried the same weight. You were just as professional, just as efficient, but there was a sadness in you now that hadnât been there before. It mirrored his own, and that was perhaps the hardest part of all.
You were both doing what you thought was best. And it was killing you.
The bullpen was unusually quiet when Aaron Hotchner stepped out of his office. His team was gathered around JJâs desk, their conversation hushed but animated. The moment his presence registered, they all straightened slightly, trying to appear busy.
Aaron didnât buy it for a second.
âMorgan. JJ,â he said, his tone even but curious as he descended the steps. âWhatâs going on?â
JJ exchanged a quick look with Morgan before speaking. âOh, uh, nothing, Hotch. Just catching up on some... Quantico gossip.â
Aaron arched an eyebrow. Gossip wasnât something his team typically indulged inânot during work hours, at least. âWhat kind of gossip?â
Morgan rubbed the back of his neck, a rare flash of discomfort crossing his face. âThe kind that probably shouldnât leave the locker room, but since itâs about someone we all know... it didnât sit right with me.â
Aaronâs jaw tightened as he stopped a few feet from the group. âWho?â
Morgan hesitated, glancing at the others. Emily crossed her arms, her expression skeptical but intrigued, while Penelope fidgeted, clearly torn between curiosity and concern.
âLook,â Morgan started, his tone careful, âitâs aboutâŚYou knowââ
Aaronâs stomach sank. He didnât need Morgan to say your name to know exactly who he meant.
âGo on,â Aaron said, his voice clipped but controlled.
Morgan sighed, leaning against the desk. âJJ and I were at the gym downstairs yesterday. I was in the locker room, and I heard some guyâone of the suits from Finance, I thinkâtalking about her.â
Aaronâs chest tightened as Morgan continued.
âHe was bragging about how theyâve been... seeing each other,â Morgan said, his expression darkening. âBut the way he was talkingâman, it was gross. Like, disrespectful. He was sexualizing her in a way that made my skin crawl.â
JJ chimed in, her voice tinged with frustration. âHe called her a âgreat ass with brainsââas if thatâs all she is. Then he made some comment about how lucky he was to have caught her attention.â
Aaronâs hands curled into fists at his sides.
âI told him to knock it off,â Morgan said, his tone sharp. âTold him it wasnât cool to talk about her like thatâespecially in a damn locker room, where anyone could hear.â
Penelopeâs mouth fell open, her indignation bubbling to the surface. âYouâre kidding me. He said that in the locker room? What kind ofâugh! Men are the worst sometimes.â
Emily smirked faintly, her voice dry as she added, âNot all men. Just most.â
Rossi, who had been quiet up until now, leaned back in the chair and folded his arms. âSo sheâs seeing this guy? Or is he just running his mouth?â
Morgan shrugged. âCouldnât say for sure. But he seemed pretty confident.â
Aaronâs jaw clenched so tightly it ached. He could feel the teamâs eyes on him, but he refused to let his expression betray the storm brewing inside.
âHotch,â JJ said gently, her voice pulling him back. âYou okay?â
âIâm fine,â Aaron said curtly. âBut I need to remind all of you that gossipâabout anyoneâisnât appropriate here. If thereâs a problem, it needs to be addressed through the proper channels.â
The team exchanged glances, but no one pushed further.
Aaron returned to his office, closing the door behind him with a bit more force than necessary. He sank into his chair, staring at the stack of files on his desk without really seeing them.
The idea of you seeing someone else didnât sit well with him. Not because you didnât deserve happinessâyou did, more than anyone. But because the thought of you with someone who didnât appreciate you, who reduced you to nothing more than your appearance or used you as a bragging point, made his blood boil.
He hated the way that man in the locker room had spoken about you. Hated that it had happened at all.
And yet, there was something else eating at him. Something sharper, more selfish.
Jealousy.
The idea that you might have moved onâmight have found comfort in someone elseâs armsâcut deeper than he wanted to admit. He had no right to feel this way. The two of you had made your decision, painful as it was, and he had to live with it. But knowing you might be with someone else, hearing those crude words about you... it was unbearable.
Aaron rubbed a hand over his face, willing himself to focus. He couldnât afford to let his emotions cloud his judgment. Not now. Not ever.
But as he sat there, the words from the locker room replaying in his mind, he couldnât shake the gnawing feeling that he had let you go too soon. Too easily.
And it was killing him.
Time had a way of dulling pain, or so Aaron Hotchner told himself. Days turned into weeks and weeks into months. The ache of what had been and what could never be dulled into something he carried silently, like an old injury that flared up when the weather changed. But it never went away.
And then he found out for certain.
He hadnât meant to overhear the conversationâit was the kind of thing he normally tuned out. But as he passed by the kitchen in the Quantico building, he caught the tail end of a conversation between two agents from a different unit, their voices low but not low enough.
âYeah, theyâve been going out for a while now,â one said, his tone carrying an unmistakable edge of smugness. âI canât believe he managed to lock her down. Sheâs way out of his league.â
The other laughed. âI heard sheâs really something. Smart, gorgeous, the whole package. Lucky bastard.â
Aaron didnât need to hear your name to know exactly who they were talking about.
He found himself sitting in his office later that day, staring blankly at the case file in front of him. The words on the page blurred together, his focus shattered.
You were seeing himâthe man from Finance. The one Morgan had overheard in the locker room, the one who had spoken about you like you were nothing more than a conquest.
Aaronâs jaw tightened, and his chest ached with something that felt dangerously close to regret. He hated the thought of you with someone who didnât truly see youâwho didnât appreciate the sharpness of your mind, the strength in your character, the way you carried yourself with grace and confidence even under the heaviest burdens.
And yet, what right did he have to feel this way?
You had every right to move on. Every right to find happiness where you could. It wasnât your fault that he couldnât shake the lingering shadow of what the two of you had sharedâor what might have been if things had been different.
As the weeks dragged on, Aaron tried to bury himself in his work. He tried not to notice the way you laughed at something someone said in the bullpen or the way your eyes lit up during a briefing when an idea struck you. He tried not to think about the nights you spent with someone else, someone who wasnât him.
And then Beth called.
It had been months since theyâd last spoken, her name long buried in the recesses of his mind. But there she was, her voice warm and familiar, asking how he was, how Jack was if he might want to grab coffee sometime.
Aaron hesitated.
He thought of youâof the distance that had grown between you, the way your conversations were now stilted and professional, the warmth that used to linger between you replaced by a polite coolness. He thought of the man from Finance, the way his name had crept into conversations around the office, always tied to you.
Maybe it was time, Aaron thought. If you had moved on, maybe he should too.
He met Beth for coffee and then for dinner. She was as kind and understanding as he remembered, her smile easy, her company pleasant. But something was missing.
With you, there had been a fireâa spark that made every conversation electric, every glance charged with something unspoken. With Beth, it was different. Comfortable but muted.
Still, Aaron told himself it was the right thing to do. Jack liked her, and she was good to him. Maybe this was what he neededâa reminder of what it felt like to let someone in, to have a life outside the walls of the BAU.
But no matter how much he tried, Aaron couldnât shake the feeling that he was going through the motions. He couldnât stop himself from comparing every moment with Beth to the moments heâd shared with you.
When Beth laughed, it wasnât your laugh. When she reached for his hand, it didnât feel the same as when you had pulled him close in the quiet of your office.
And every time he saw you in the hallways of Quantico or across the table during a case briefing, that ache in his chest flared anew.
Aaron knew he had made his choice. He had chosen to let you go, to protect the work and the team, to do what he thought was right. And now, he was trying to live with that choice, even as it slowly unraveled him from the inside.
But as he sat in his office late one night, the bullpen quiet and empty, Aaron allowed himself a single, fleeting moment of honesty.
He had moved on.
But not really.
Because a part of himâthe part he tried to bury beneath duty and responsibilityâwould always belong to you.
Aaron Hotchner sat at the head of the conference table, scanning the stack of case files in front of him as the team settled into their usual seats. The murmur of conversation drifted around the roomâMorgan and Emily debating the odds of another late-night call, Penelope slipping a fresh report to Reid, Rossi sipping a coffee that smelled distinctly stronger than the usual bullpen brew.
You entered last, heels clicking sharply against the tile floor as you carried yourself with the effortless confidence Aaron admired. You placed your tablet on the table and glanced around the room, your polished demeanor demanding attention without a single word.
âBefore we get into case updates,â you began, your voice calm but firm, âI wanted to bring something to everyoneâs attention.â
Aaron leaned back in his chair, already anticipating the shift in focus. You had a way of setting the roomâs tone that even Rossi respected, and your next words proved no different.
âAs most of you know,â you continued, your gaze sweeping across the team, âthe Bureauâs annual holiday party is coming up. And while Iâm well aware that the BAU has a reputation for... skipping it, I feel this year itâs important that we all make an effort to attend.â
That got their attention. Emilyâs eyebrows lifted, Morgan tilted his chair back with an incredulous grin, and Penelope froze mid-sip of her elaborately decorated coffee.
âCome on,â Morgan said, his tone half-teasing. âYou canât be serious. You know those parties are all stiff handshakes and bad speeches.â
You smiled faintly, unruffled. âIâm very serious, Morgan. This isnât about the party itselfâitâs about the message it sends.â
Aaron noticed the way you paused, your gaze flickering briefly in his direction before continuing. âAfter the last few years, itâs important that we show the brass that weâre aligned with their expectations. It demonstrates that we care about appearances and that weâre just as invested in maintaining relationships as they are.â
There it was. A subtle but unmistakable reminder of why things between you and Aaron could never be, woven seamlessly into a broader point that the rest of the team couldnât grasp fully.
Morgan raised a skeptical eyebrow. âYou mean to tell me weâre going to this thing to rub elbows with suits who donât know what we actually do out here?â
âYes, thatâs exactly what I mean,â you replied, your tone calm but edged with authority. âAppearances matter. And itâs our job to ensure those appearances align with the professionalism the BAU stands for.â
Aaron watched as the words settled over the team, their expressions shifting from mild amusement to begrudging understanding. You had a way of cutting through their resistance without belittling themâa skill Aaron had always admired.
âPlus,â you added, a faint smile tugging at your lips, âIâve been assured the band will be better than last yearâs.â You paused. âAnd an open bar.âÂ
That earned a soft chuckle from Penelope, who set her mug down with a small shrug. âWell, if itâs formal attire and a better band, I suppose I could make an appearance.â
âAttire is black-tie,â you confirmed, your gaze sweeping the room. âAnd yes, plus-ones are welcome. But I expect every one of you to be there. No exceptions.â
Emily leaned back in her chair, smirking. âGuess that means we all have to dust off our evening wear.â
âI have a tux,â Reid offered quietly, drawing a chuckle from Rossi.
Aaron remained quiet, his focus trained on you. He could feel the weight of your wordsânot just the direct ones, but the subtext you didnât need to spell out. He knew why you were pushing for this, why it mattered so much to you. And he hated that he understood.
As the meeting wrapped and the team began to filter out, you lingered behind, gathering your tablet and a small stack of papers. Aaron stood as well, pausing briefly near the door.
âFormal wear suits you,â he said quietly, his voice low enough that only you could hear.
You glanced up, your expression unreadable but your eyes betraying the smallest flicker of something softer. âI expect to see you there, Hotchner. On time.â
âYes, maâam,â he replied, his tone carrying a faint edge of humor.
But as he left the room, his chest tightened with the familiar ache that came every time he was near you. Formal appearances, aligned expectationsâhe understood all of it.
But that didnât mean it hurt any less.
The Bureauâs holiday party was exactly what Aaron Hotchner had expected: polished, overly formal, and steeped in thinly veiled networking. The grand ballroom at the hotel downtown was decorated in muted gold and deep red, elegant but impersonal. A string quartet played softly in one corner, their music adding to the ambiance without drowning out the hum of conversation.
Beth stood beside him, dressed in a sleek black gown that flattered her in every way. Her brunette hair was swept into a low chignon, and her smile was warm as she introduced herself to the occasional colleague who passed by. She looked stunning, and Aaron knew that anyone in the room would agree.
But when you walked in, Aaron forgot how to breathe.
You entered the ballroom on the arm of Jeff from Finance, a name that Aaron had come to resent more than he cared to admit. He was wearing a garish plaid tuxedo jacket that screamed âtrying too hard,â and his broad grin made Aaronâs jaw tighten. But none of that matteredâbecause you were radiant.
Your gown was a deep emerald green, the kind of color that made your eyes seem brighter, your skin glow. It hugged your figure perfectly, the fabric shimmering faintly under the chandelier light as you moved. Your hair, styled elegantly but effortlessly, framed your face in a way that made Aaronâs chest ache. You looked... otherworldly.
Aaron had always known you were beautiful. It was an undeniable fact, one that had never gone unnoticed by anyone who crossed your path. But tonight, you were something else entirely. You werenât just beautiful; you were extraordinary, like a rare phenomenon that people spend their entire lives waiting to glimpse.
When you stepped into the room, it was as though the world tilted slightly, every sound dulling, every light dimming except for the one that seemed to follow you. Aaronâs breath hitched, his chest tightening as a strange, almost childlike awe settled over him. He felt like a boy again, staring up at the stars for the first time and realizing just how vast and infinite the universe could be.
You were that kind of beautiful. The kind that made time seem to pause, as if the room itself was holding its breath just to take you in. You were the kind of beauty that inspired poetry and musicâthe kind artists yearned to capture and always failed to do justice.
And in that moment, Aaron finally understood why men wrote poetry, painted masterpieces, composed symphonies, and created entire films in honor of women like you. It was all a desperate attempt to grasp something fleeting, something divine, and pin it to the earth long enough to keep.
It wasnât just your gown, though the deep emerald green shimmered like it had been made for you, highlighting the curve of your shoulders and the elegance of your frame. It wasnât just the way your hair fell, soft waves framing your face in a way that seemed almost unfair. It was something deeper, something impossible to put into words.
Aaron felt it in his chest, a deep, aching yearning that heâd never experienced before. It was amazement, pure and unfiltered, like seeing magic for the first time and realizing it wasnât a trick. It was real. You were real. And yet, you didnât feel like something he could ever touch.
He couldnât stop staring, and for a brief, dizzying moment, he didnât care who saw. The logical part of his mindâthe one that always kept him groundedâwas overruled by something more primal, more human. How was it possible, he wondered, for someone to look like that? To exist in a way that felt so rare and unattainable and yet so deeply, painfully familiar?
He thought of how easily you commanded the room, not by seeking attention but simply by being. It wasnât forced, and it wasnât deliberate. It was just youâthis singular, dazzling presence that made everyone around you seem to fade into the background.
Aaron had never felt this way before, not even with Haley. Not even with anyone else heâd allowed into his life. This was something else entirely, something more profound and unsettling. It wasnât just admiration or attraction. It was belief. Belief in something he hadnât even realized heâd been missing.
And then he saw Jeff beside you, his tacky plaid suit clashing with the elegance of everything you were. The man who didnât seem to understand how lucky he was, who treated your presence like a status symbol rather than a gift.
Aaronâs stomach churned, his skin crawling as jealousy flared sharp and unrelenting. He hated itâhated the way it burned, the way it clawed at the edges of his composure.
But what he hated more was the knowledge that he had no right to feel it.
You werenât his. And yet, watching you from across the room, Aaron couldnât help but think you never truly belonged to anyone. You were too rare for that. Too extraordinary.
And God, how it ached to know he had let you go.
He forced himself to smile at Beth as she laughed at something Rossi said, but his attention kept drifting back to you. He hated the way Jeff hovered near you, his posture possessive and his grin smug. He hated the way Jeffâs gaudy suit jacket clashed with the elegance of your dress, as though he didnât understand how lucky he was to be standing beside you.
More than anything, Aaron hated the feeling crawling under his skinâthe sharp, searing jealousy that he couldnât shake. It was worse than anything he had felt before, even when Haley had been unfaithful right in front of his face. This was different.
Haleyâs betrayal had stung, yes, but it had been rooted in a relationship that had already begun to fracture. What Aaron felt now was raw and consuming, made worse by the knowledge that he had no claim on you. You werenât his.
You never would be.
Beth touched his arm gently, drawing his focus back to her. âYou okay?â she asked, her voice soft.
Aaron nodded quickly, plastering on a polite smile. âOf course. Just thinking about the week ahead.â
Beth gave him a knowing look but didnât press further. She turned her attention back to Rossi, leaving Aaron with his thoughts.
He glanced toward you again, catching the way you laughed at something Jeff said. It wasnât the laugh he rememberedâthe soft, genuine sound that used to fill his office late at night. This one was polite, reserved, a laugh you gave when you were being kind but not necessarily amused.
It was a small comfort but not enough to quiet the jealousy raging in his chest.
When you caught his eye from across the room, Aaron felt his breath hitch. Your gaze lingered for a momentâjust long enough for him to see the flicker of something in your expression before you turned away, a polite smile on your lips as you greeted someone else.
He had made his choice. You had made yours. But standing there, watching you with someone like Jeff, Aaron couldnât help but feel like he had made the wrong one.
And yet, there was nothing he could do but endure it.
So Aaron turned back to Beth, his expression carefully neutral, and let the music and the hum of conversation fade into the background. But the ache in his chest didnât go away.
It never did.
Aaron Hotchner stood at the bar, waiting for the bartender to return with his order. The room buzzed with conversation and the occasional burst of laughter, the hum of the holiday party continuing around him like static. Beth was across the room, talking animatedly with one of the Bureauâs administrators, her glass of white wine nearly empty.
He had volunteered to get her a refill, partly because he wanted to give her a moment to network uninterrupted, but mostly because he needed a moment to himself. Maybe Beth would sell a painting or two with the amount of stiff suits in the room thought, he thought.Â
The sight of you with Jeffâlaughing politely, your hand resting lightly on his armâwas wearing thin on his composure.
The bartender slid a fresh glass of wine and a scotch across the counter, and just as Aaron reached for them, he heard the unmistakable click of your heels behind him.
You didnât say anything at first. You simply sidled up beside him, so close that he could feel the faint warmth of your body through the fabric of his suit. The scent of your perfumeâsomething soft and alluring, with notes of jasmineâdrifted over him, making his pulse quicken.
Aaron didnât turn his head, but he felt the air shift between you. His grip on the glass tightened as he fought the urge to look.
Finally, you broke the silence.
âI hate you here with her.â
The words were quiet but sharp, cutting through the hum of the party like a knife. Aaron froze, his breath catching as he turned to look at you.
You werenât looking at him. Your gaze was fixed on the row of liquor bottles behind the bar, your expression calm but your eyes betraying the storm beneath.
He swallowed hard, his voice low and steady. âAnd you think I like seeing you here with Jeff?â
You let out a soft, bitter laugh, finally turning to meet his gaze. For a moment, neither of you spoke. The tension between you was palpable, crackling like static electricity in the small space that separated you.
Then you leaned in, so close that Aaron could feel the warmth of your breath against his ear.
âDo you know what I do?â you murmured, your voice almost a whisper. âI imagine itâs your hands on me instead of his. It makes it... easier.â
Aaronâs heart slammed against his ribcage, the weight of your words knocking the air out of him. He couldnât move, couldnât think, couldnât do anything but stare at you in stunned silence.
You straightened, your expression unreadable but your lips curling into a faint, almost sad smile. âI thought you should know.â
His throat felt dry, his voice caught somewhere between his chest and his mouth. He wanted to say somethingâanythingâbut nothing came.
Before he could gather his thoughts, you stepped back, your gaze flickering briefly to his hands, still clutching the glasses. âYour drinks,â you said softly, the faintest hint of something unspoken lingering in your tone.
And just like that, you were gone.
Aaron watched as you crossed the room, your hips swaying, your gown flowing gracefully behind you as you returned to Jeff and the group of section chiefs. You slipped back into the conversation effortlessly, smiling and nodding as though nothing had happened.
But Aaron knew better.
He stood there at the bar, the scotch and wine forgotten in his hands, as the weight of your words settled over him. His pulse still raced, his skin prickling with the memory of your closeness, your voice, your confession.
For a man who had always prided himself on control, Aaron felt anything but. You had shattered the careful walls heâd built around himself, leaving him standing in the middle of a crowded room, completely undone.
Aaron Hotchner sat at the table, his back straight, his hands loosely clasped around the tumbler of scotch in front of him. The room was alive with the sound of music, laughter, and the murmur of conversation, but to him, it all blurred into a distant hum.
Beth was seated beside him, engaged in an animated discussion with Penelope. Her warm laugh punctuated the conversation. Aaron nodded occasionally when prompted, but his focus was elsewhere.
Across the room, you swayed to the slow rhythm of the music, your body close to Jeffâs as he held you gently, one hand on your waist, the other resting lightly on your back. Your head tilted slightly, your cheek brushing the fabric of his shoulder. The two of you moved easily, almost effortlessly, to the soft melody of the band.
And then you looked up.
Your eyes found his across the room, and in that instant, the rest of the world fell away.
Aaron froze, his breath catching in his chest as your gaze locked onto his. There was something in the way you looked at him, something unspoken but deeply familiar, that cut through the noise and the lights and the meaningless chatter around him.
It wasnât just eye contact. It was a connectionâa thread pulled taut between you, invisible to everyone else but impossibly strong.
He couldnât look away.
Your eyes held his, and in them, he saw everything that words couldnât convey. Longing. Frustration. A quiet, desperate ache that mirrored his own. It was as though every emotion heâd buried, every feeling heâd suppressed, was reflected back at him in your gaze.
And then there was the tensionâthe undeniable, magnetic pull that had always existed between you but felt even stronger now. It was intoxicating, overwhelming, the kind of thing that made time seem irrelevant.
Aaron didnât notice the way his fingers tightened around the glass in his hand or the way his heart began to pound. All he knew was that he couldnât tear his eyes away from you.
You swayed gently in Jeffâs arms, your movements fluid and graceful, but your gaze never wavered. The music, the people, even Jeff himselfâall of it faded into the background. There was only you and him, locked in this moment, this silent conversation that neither of you could end.
It wasnât just attraction, though, that was there, simmering beneath the surface. It was something deeper, something raw and unspoken. It was the weight of every choice youâd made, every boundary youâd set, and every word youâd left unsaid.
Aaron felt like he couldnât breathe like the space between you was both infinite and nonexistent. It was a cruel paradoxâfeeling as though you were so close he could almost reach out and touch you, yet knowing you were untouchable, unreachable.
The ache in his chest wasnât just pain; it was a deep, hollow yearning that he couldnât ignore. It wasnât the sharp sting of a fleeting woundâit was the slow, relentless ache of loss. Of knowing exactly what he was missing and yet being powerless to reclaim it.
He missed you in ways that felt impossible to quantify, in ways that crept into his thoughts when he least expected it. He missed your touchâthe way your hand had lingered on his arm during late-night conversations, grounding him in moments when he felt untethered. He missed the warmth of your presence, the quiet reassurance that came with simply having you near.
But it wasnât just the physical things. It was everything about you, the parts of you that no one else seemed to notice or understand the way he did.
He missed your laughâthe genuine, full-bodied sound that lit up a room and chased away the weight of even the hardest days. It was rare, but when it happened, it was like the world itself paused to listen.
He missed your softnessâthe way you could be so strong, so unyielding in your convictions, and yet offer a kindness that made even the most jaded person feel seen. You had a way of making people believe they mattered, a way of making him believe he mattered.
And he missed your fiercenessâthe fire in your eyes when you were fighting for something you believed in, the way you carried yourself with confidence and grace, never backing down from a challenge. You inspired him in ways he didnât even realize until you werenât there to do it anymore.
Most of all, he missed your presence. That quiet, steady support that had become such a part of his life he hadnât realized how much he relied on it until it was gone. You were his equal, his match in every way that mattered. And now, you were just... gone.
The ache in his chest deepened as he sat at the table, staring at the empty doorway where you had disappeared. He didnât just miss what they had sharedâthe stolen moments, the quiet confessions. He missed you. The person who had seen him at his worst and still stood by him. The person who had understood him in ways no one else ever could.
And as the weight of that realization settled over him, Aaron knew that no matter how much time passed, no matter what choices either of them made, the space you had left in his life would never be filled.
And then, just as suddenly, you broke the spell.
You blinked, your gaze faltering as you looked away, your expression unreadable. Flustered almost. Aaron watched as you gently stepped back from Jeff, your movements deliberate but hurried.
âExcuse me,â you murmured to him, your voice just audible enough for Aaron to hear over the music.
You crossed the room with purpose, your gown flowing behind you like liquid emerald. Aaronâs eyes followed your every step, his heart sinking as you reached your table and grabbed your clutch.
Jeff, caught off guard, trailed after you, his expression confused but compliant. He said something to you, but you barely acknowledged him, your focus entirely on leaving.
Aaronâs gaze lingered on the empty space you left behind, his chest tightening as he watched the two of you disappear through the ballroomâs double doors.
The world slowly returnedâBethâs voice beside him, the hum of the music, the clinking of glassesâbut none of it felt real.
Aaron took a slow sip of his scotch, his gaze fixed on the door as though willing you to return. But he knew you wouldnât.
Because whatever had just passed between you, whatever that moment had been, was too much for either of you to bear.
The drive to Bethâs apartment had been quiet. Too quiet. She had smiled softly at him when he pulled up in front of her building, the warmth of her expression filled with an affection that he knew he couldnât returnânot the way she deserved.
âDo you want to come up?â she asked, her tone light but hopeful.
Aaron hesitated, his hands tightening on the steering wheel. He forced a smile, one that felt more like a grimace. âNot tonight. Itâs been a long day.â
Beth studied him for a moment, her disappointment subtle but evident. âOkay,â she said softly, leaning over to kiss his cheek. âDrive safe, Aaron.â
He nodded, waiting until she disappeared into the building before exhaling a shaky breath. He should have gone home. He should have driven straight to his house, poured himself another drink, and buried the night in paperwork or sleep.
But he didnât.
Instead, Aaron found himself driving through the quiet streets, the sound of the city outside his car muffled by the relentless echo of your words in his mind.
Do you know what I do? I imagine itâs your hands on me instead of his. It makes it... easier.
The words played on a loop, relentless and consuming. He could see the way you had looked at him, the softness in your voice, the sadness and longing that mirrored his own. It unraveled him.
He loosened his tie, tugging at the silk knot with a sharp, frustrated motion as if it were choking him. His chest felt tight, his breath shallow, and he couldnât shake the image of you from his mindâyour gown, the way you moved, the way your eyes had locked with his in a silent confession across the room.
He didnât even notice his speed, the way the city blurred around him as he drove. All he knew was where he needed to go.
When he pulled up in front of your building, he hesitated only briefly. Jeff could be here. That much was obvious. But Aaron didnât careânot tonight.
He climbed out of the car, his footsteps quick and determined as he approached your door. His heart pounded in his chest, his pulse roaring in his ears, but his mind was clear.
He knocked, his knuckles rapping firmly against the wood.
The seconds stretched endlessly until the door opened, and there you were.
You were wearing a silk robe, its soft fabric clinging to your frame and catching the light. Your hair was loose, framing your face in soft waves, and your expression shifted from surprise to something unreadable when you saw him.
âAaron,â you said softly, your voice tentative.
âIs he here?â he asked, his voice low and steady, though his chest felt like it might explode.
You blinked, startled by the question, before shaking your head. âNo.â
âGood,â he said, stepping forward and into your space.
And then he kissed you.
It wasnât gentle. It wasnât hesitant.Â
Aaronâs lips crashed against yours, his hands finding your waist and pulling you flush against him as he pushed the door closed behind them with his foot. The kiss was fierce, dominating, raw, filled with all the pent-up tension and longing that had been building for months.
You gasped against his mouth, your hands gripping the lapels of his suit jacket as you stumbled slightly, the force of his kiss pushing you backward. He guided you with purpose, his body pressing yours against the wall just inside the entryway.
His hands moved to your face, his fingers threading into your hair as he deepened the kiss, pouring everything he couldnât say into the connection. It was raw, desperate, and consuming.
You responded in kind, your hands sliding up to his shoulders, pulling him impossibly closer. The silk of your robe brushed against his suit, the contrast of textures only heightening the sensation.
When he finally pulled back, both of you were breathless, your chests heaving as you stared at each other.
âAaron,â you whispered, your voice trembling but laced with something unmistakableâdesire, relief, and a trace of vulnerability.
He rested his forehead against yours, his hands still cradling your face as he closed his eyes. âI couldnât stay away,â he admitted, his voice rough and raw.
You didnât reply with words. Instead, you pulled him back into another kiss, and Aaron let himself surrender to the moment, the weight of everything else fading away.
For once, nothing else mattered.
Aaronâs breath was ragged as his lips moved against yours, his hands still cradling your face like he was afraid to let go. Every ounce of restraint heâd held onto for so long had snapped the moment youâd opened the door, and now, the thought of stopping felt impossible.
Your fingers curled into the lapels of his suit jacket, pulling him closer, and he responded in kind, his body pressing firmly against yours. The silk of your robe was impossibly soft under his hands as he slid them from your face to your waist, his fingers gripping you like he was trying to anchor himself to the moment.
Aaron knew he shouldnât be here. Knew this was a line heâd promised himself he wouldnât cross again. But every logical thought dissolved under the weight of your kiss, the way your lips moved against his with a hunger that matched his own.
âGod, we shouldnâtââ you murmured against his mouth, your voice breathless but tinged with something desperate.
âI know,â he whispered back, his hands trailing along your sides, feeling the warmth of your body through the thin fabric of your robe. âBut I canât stop.â
Your eyes met his, the intensity of your gaze nearly undoing him. It wasnât just lust that burned in your expressionâit was longing, the same yearning that had been simmering between you for months, the same ache heâd carried every time he saw you.
He kissed you again, deeper this time, his hands roaming up your back as he felt you relax into him. Your hands found the knot of his tie, tugging it loose with a deliberate pull that sent his pulse racing. The silk slipped free, and you tossed it aside, your fingers moving to the buttons of his shirt with a sense of urgency that mirrored his own.
Aaron let out a soft groan as your hands brushed against his chest, your touch igniting a fire in him that he hadnât felt in years. His mouth trailed from your lips to your jaw, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck as you tilted your head to give him better access.
âAaron,â you breathed, his name falling from your lips like a prayer, and the sound of it sent a shiver down his spine.
His hands found the sash of your robe, his fingers hesitating briefly as he looked at you, searching your eyes for any sign of hesitation. But there was noneâonly want, only need.
âYouâre sure?â he asked, his voice rough but tender, his forehead resting lightly against yours.
Your answer was clear in the way you pulled him closer, your lips brushing against his as you whispered, âIâm sure.â
The robe slipped from your shoulders, pooling at your feet, and Aaronâs breath hitched at the sight of you, so beautiful and bare before him. His hands traced the curve of your waist, his touch reverent but firm, as though he was committing every detail to memory.
He kissed you again, deeper and slower this time, savoring the taste of you, the softness of your lips, the way your hands tangled in his hair. The tension between you crackled like electricity, the air heavy with the weight of everything unspoken but understood.
Every touch, every kiss, felt forbidden, a line crossed and recrossed with every passing second. But neither of you pulled away. You couldnât.
Aaron guided you gently toward the couch, his lips never leaving yours as you moved together. You sank down onto the cushions, pulling him with you, and he let himself get lost in youâthe way you smelled, the way your skin felt against his, the way you whispered his name like it was the only thing that mattered.
As his hands roamed over you, exploring, memorizing, Aaron felt a pang of guilt buried beneath the passion. He knew this was dangerous, that there would be consequences. But for now, in this moment, he didnât care.
Because for the first time in what felt like forever, you were his.
And he wasnât ready to let that go.
Aaronâs mind was a storm as he pressed you against the cushions of the couch, his lips moving with a ferocity he hadnât allowed himself to feel in so long. The weight of his body pressed into yours, grounding him in a way that made everything elseâBeth, Jeff, the consequences of this momentâfade into the background.
Your hands slid under his shirt, your fingers grazing his skin with a touch that sent shivers through him. He growled low in his throat, pulling back just enough to shrug out of his jacket and let it fall to the floor. His shirt followed, buttons undone hastily by your hands, and he barely registered the faint sound of fabric hitting the hardwood before his mouth was back on yours.
This was wrong. He knew it with every rational part of himself. But it didnât stop the way he kissed you, dominating, claiming like he was trying to erase the memory of anyone else who had touched you. His hands were everywhereâyour waist, your thighs, your backâpulling you closer, needing to feel every inch of you against him.
âYou have no idea what you do to me,â he murmured against your lips, his voice rough, almost a growl. His fingers found your bare skin so inviting. âIâve wanted this⌠you⌠for so long.â
You arched into him, your breath hitching as his lips trailed from your mouth to your collarbone, leaving a scorching path in their wake. Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, and Aaron felt like he might lose his mind at the way you responded to him.
âDo you know how hard itâs been?â he asked, his voice strained as he paused, his forehead pressed against yours. His fingers grazed your bare shoulder, his touch featherlight but filled with intent. âWatching you, wanting you, knowing I couldnât have you?â
Your eyes locked with his, and for a moment, neither of you moved. The intensity in your gaze was enough to undo him, filled with the same longing, the same desperation heâd been carrying for months.
âI know,â you whispered, your voice trembling. âIâve felt it too.â
That was all it took for Aaron to give in completely. His lips crashed against yours again, his kiss deep and consuming, leaving no room for second thoughts. He shifted, lifting you slightly as he moved you further onto the couch, his hands gripping your hips with a possessiveness he couldnât hold back.
You were his. At least in this moment, you were his.
His hands roamed over you with purpose, memorizing every curve, every inch of skin he could reach. His lips continued their relentless exploration of your body. He kissed you like he was starving like you were the only thing keeping him alive.
And maybe you were.
The air between you was thick with tension; each movement laced with the weight of everything unspoken. Aaronâs hands framed your face as he paused to look at you, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he murmured, his voice soft but intense. âI donât deserve this. I donât deserve you.â
You shook your head, your fingers brushing over his jaw as you pulled him back to you. âStop,â you whispered, your voice trembling but firm. âDonât say that. Not now.â
Aaron didnât argue. He couldnât. The way you looked at himâlike he was the only thing in the world that matteredâwas enough to silence any doubts. He kissed you again, slower this time, savoring every second, every touch, every sigh that escaped your lips.
It was forbidden. It was reckless. But in that moment, it was everything.
Aaronâs control, the control he prided himself on in every aspect of his life, was slipping through his fingers. His hands gripped your waist as he pulled you impossibly closer, his lips moving against yours with a hunger he hadnât felt in yearsâif ever. The feel of your body beneath his was intoxicating, and for once, he allowed himself to surrender to the moment.
But you werenât passive. No, that wasnât who you were.
Your hands found their way to his shoulders, your nails raking down his back as you shifted beneath him, a movement so deliberate it nearly undid him. You pressed up against him, your strength and confidence matching his in a way that sent his pulse racing.
He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his breath heavy as his eyes roamed over you. The sight of youâflushed, lips swollen from his kisses, eyes dark with desireâwas enough to make his chest tighten.
âYouâre not getting away from me this time,â he said, his voice low and commanding, his hands sliding up your thighs as he leaned in close.
You smirked, your fingers tangling in his hair as you tugged him toward you. âI wasnât planning on it,â you murmured, your voice teasing but filled with intent.
Aaronâs response was immediate. His lips found your neck, his teeth grazing your skin just enough to make you gasp. He wanted to mark you, to leave a reminder of this moment, of him, as if to stake a claim neither of you would ever admit aloud.
Your hands moved to his belt, the boldness of your actions sending a jolt through him. He let out a low growl, gripping your wrists gently but firmly to still you.
âNot yet,â he said, his tone a mix of command and amusement.
You raised an eyebrow, your expression challenging. âAfraid you canât keep up, Hotchner?â
That did it.
Aaronâs lips crashed against yours again, his hands sliding up to cup your face as he deepened the kiss, pouring every ounce of frustration, desire, and possessiveness into it. His teeth grazed your bottom lip, drawing a soft moan from you that went straight to his core.
âYou have no idea what you do to me,â he said, his voice rough as he broke the kiss, his forehead resting against yours.
You smiled, your fingers trailing down his chest with deliberate slowness. âI think I have some idea,â you replied, your voice low and filled with heat.
The push and pull between you was electric, a constant dance of dominance and surrender that neither of you fully gave into. When you shifted, pushing him back with a surprising strength that only made him want you more, he couldnât help the low chuckle that escaped him.
âIs that how itâs going to be?â he asked, his hands gripping your hips as you straddled him, your robe slipping fully off your shoulders, completely bare to him.Â
You leaned in, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, âYou donât mind a challenge, do you?â
Aaronâs grip tightened, his fingers digging into your hips as he pulled you down against him, his voice a growl. âNot at all.â
The heat between you was overwhelming, the air thick with tension and desire as your lips met his again, both of you fighting for control even as you gave into the pull of each other. It was raw, intense, and unrelenting, a collision of two forces that had been held back for far too long.
Every touch, every kiss, every movement spoke volumes, the unspoken words of longing and frustration spilling out in the way you claimed each other, over and over again.
Aaron had always been a man of control, a man who measured his steps and chose his words with precision. But here, with you, that control was unraveling, slipping away with every kiss, every touch. The months of tension, the stolen glances, the unspoken words between you had built to this moment, and now, neither of you seemed capable of holding back.
Your nails dragged along his chest, leaving faint, red lines in their wake as you leaned into him. He hissed at the sensation, his hands gripping your hips with enough force to anchor himself. Aaron couldnât stop his hands from exploring, feeling the heat of your skin under his touch.
âYou drive me insane,â he growled, his voice rough and strained as he tilted his head to capture your lips again. The kiss was fierce, almost punishing, a testament to the months of restraint that had finally snapped.
You didnât shy away. You met his intensity with your own, your lips moving against his with a hunger that left no doubt about how much you wanted thisâwanted him.
âGood,â you murmured against his mouth, your voice breathless but laced with defiance. âBecause youâve been driving me insane for months.â
Aaron chuckled darkly, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your neck, earning a gasp from you that sent a surge of possessiveness through him. His hands slid down to the backs of your thighs, gripping firmly as he lifted you from the couch effortlessly. The action earned a surprised laugh from you, but it was cut short when he pressed you against the wall, his body pinning yours in place.
âThis is mine,â he said, his voice low and commanding as his hands roamed your body. He pressed his lips to your shoulder, trailing kisses down your collarbone, his breath hot against your skin. âYouâre mine.â
Your head tilted back against the wall, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer. âThen take me,â you whispered, your voice trembling with a mix of challenge and desire. âIf you want me so badly, Aaron, prove it.â
Something snapped in him at your words. His hands tightened on your thighs as his lips found yours again, the kiss rough and consuming, leaving no room for doubt about who you belonged to in this moment. His fingers dug into your skin just enough to leave faint impressions, a silent mark of his claim on you.
Every movement was deliberate, every touch a blend of dominance and reverence. Aaronâs hands slid beneath the loosened fabric of your robe, his fingers exploring every curve, every inch of skin he could reach.Â
Your body arched against his, your hands gripping his shoulders as you met him with equal fervor. There was nothing soft or gentle about the way you moved together; it was raw, fierce, a collision of passion and pent-up frustration that neither of you could contain.
âAaron,â you gasped, his name falling from your lips like a plea, and it undid him. His forehead pressed against yours, his breath ragged as he looked into your eyes, his grip on you firm and steady.
âSay it again,â he demanded, his voice a growl as he tightened his hold on you.
Your eyes locked with his, dark with desire and unspoken emotion. âAaron,â you repeated, your voice softer this time but no less commanding.
His lips crashed against yours again, his hands roaming freely, claiming you in every way he could. There was no hesitation, no room for second thoughtsâonly the overwhelming need to have you, to show you exactly what you meant to him, even if he couldnât say the words aloud.
He pressed his forehead against yours, his eyes searching yours for any hesitation. What he saw thereâdesire, longing, and something deeper, more vulnerableâunraveled him completely.
âI need you,â he murmured, his voice low and hoarse, filled with the weight of months of suppressed emotions. âTell me you want this.â
Your hands cupped his face, your thumbs brushing lightly over his jawline as you looked at him with a gaze that left him breathless. âIâve always wanted this,â you whispered, your voice trembling but certain.
That was all he needed.
Aaronâs lips crashed against yours, the kiss hungry and all-consuming as his hands slid up your thighs, securing your legs around his waist. He pressed you harder against the wall, the roughness of the plaster against your back contrasting with the heat of his body against yours.
Every touch, every kiss, every movement was filled with urgency, a desperate need to make up for all the time youâd spent denying yourselves this moment. His hands roamed your body, possessive and reverent as if trying to commit every inch of you to memory.
Your hands tugged at the rest of his clothes, pushing them further off him as your lips moved from his mouth to his jawline, trailing kisses down his neck. The soft, breathy sound you made against his skin sent a jolt of electricity through him, his control slipping further.
âAaron,â you gasped, your voice breaking as his hands moved to the small of your back, pulling you closer.
He groaned in response, his name on your lips undoing him in a way he hadnât expected. âYouâre mine,â he growled, his voice rough and raw as his lips found yours again. âNo one elseâs.â
Your response was immediate, your arms tightening around his neck as you kissed him back with equal fervor. The way you moved against him, the way you whispered his name between gasps, left no room for doubtâyou were his, and he was yours.
The tension between you reached its breaking point, the air heavy with the weight of everything unspoken but understood. Aaronâs movements became more deliberate, his hands gripping you firmly as he gave in completely to the moment.
It was raw, intense, and unrelenting, a culmination of months of longing and frustration. Every touch, every kiss, every movement was filled with a passion that left you both breathless, the line between control and surrender blurring as you claimed each other fully.
When he reached between you, he found you wet and wanting. Bucking your hips against his hand. He circled his fingers, warming you up--not that you needed it. Savoring the little responses he got from you. His other hand reached for your breast, caressing and cupping it with achingly slow motions.Â
âAaron!â It was almost a demand, telling him you needed him now. He understood as you pushed yourself up, wrapping one leg around his waist. His pants and belt pooled at his ankles--it wasnât the most practical scene, but was anything about this situation?Â
He entered you swiftly, an open-mouthed kiss with a shared groan between the two of you. Your hands found his hair, tugging on it as your eyes rolled back. His mouth moved to the hollow of your neck, his hands exploring you all at once, but still not enough.Â
He imagined the angle was physically more demanding for you as he lifted you, holding you up against the wall, bringing him impossibly deeper now. He rocked into you with a rhythm that was unmatched. The sound of his metal belt buckle shifting on the floor with every swift slap of his hips against yours filled the room.
It didnât take long for you to reach your peak, basically melting in his arms. It was like a domino effect, taking him down with you. He released deep inside of you, his forehead resting against your shoulder as he groaned your name.Â
Something deep was released inside in this moment, too, more emotionally than any sexual release. He knew in this moment he couldnât not have you again.Â
You unwrapped your legs from his hips, the two of you slowly separating with a whimper.Â
Aaron held you against him, his forehead resting against yours as both of you tried to catch your breath. His hands remained on your waist, his grip firm but gentle, as if he couldnât bear to let go just yet.
For a moment, neither of you spoke. The weight of what youâd just done hung in the air, but so did the undeniable connection that had brought you to this point.
âYou okay?â he asked softly, his voice low and rough as his fingers brushed lightly against your side.
You nodded, your lips curving into a faint, almost bittersweet smile. âYeah,â you whispered. âIâm okay.â
Aaron exhaled, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as he closed his eyes. For now, in this moment, everything else could wait. For now, there was only you.
The intensity between you had cooled slightly, replaced now by a quiet tenderness that neither of you knew how to navigate. Reaching down, he pulled his boxers, pants and belt back up, leaving them still undone.
The silence was thick, and as Aaron stepped back, his gaze flicked to the disheveled state of both of you. He ran a hand through his hair, his breathing still uneven as the realization hit him like a jolt.
âWe didnât...â he started, his voice low and gravelly. âWe didnât use protection.â
Your lips parted, and for a moment, you didnât respond. Then, with a softness that caught him off guard, you said, âI know.â
Aaron frowned, confusion furrowing his brow. âAnd youâre... with Jeff.â
The words tasted bitter on his tongue, but he forced them out, needing to understand. He watched as you turned away.
âWe havenât had sex,â you admitted quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.
Aaron froze, the weight of your words sinking in slowly. âWhat?â
You turned to face him, your expression vulnerable in a way he wasnât used to seeing. âI couldnât,â you said, meeting his eyes. âI couldnât bring myself to... be with him. Heâsââ You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head. âHeâs been an accessory. Something to keep people from asking questions.â
Aaron stared at you, his mind racing. Jeffâs smug comments in the locker room, the way heâd hovered near you at the partyâit had all been an act, a performance. You hadnât been with him. Youâd been pulling him along to keep up appearances, just like youâd said.
âI thought...â he began, but his words faltered. He took a breath, running a hand down his face. âYouâre with him, and Iâm with Beth. Or at least I thought I was.â
You studied him, your eyes searching his face. âHave you?â you asked, the question hesitant but pointed.
Aaron shook his head, his voice quieter now. âNo. I havenât been able to.â His lips pressed into a thin line as he met your gaze. âSheâs not... sheâs not you.â
For a moment, the weight of that truth hung between you, unspoken but undeniable. Neither of you moved, the air between you thick with something that felt too fragile to name.
Eventually, Aaron stepped forward, his hand brushing against yours before gently taking it in his. âCome on,â he said softly. âLetâs get cleaned up.â
You followed him without a word, the quiet between you more comfortable now, though still heavy with everything unsaid. In the dim light of the small bathroom, Aaron found a clean towel, dampening it with warm water before turning back to you.
He worked in silence, his movements careful and deliberate as he wiped away the remnants of your shared passion. His touch was tender, his fingers brushing against your skin with a reverence that made your breath hitch.
When it was your turn, you took another face cloth, your hands steady but your expression unreadable. You dabbed at his face, his neck, his chest, your fingers lingering just a little too long as if memorizing the feel of him.
Neither of you spoke, the quiet filled only with the soft sound of water and the unspoken tension that neither of you knew how to address. Aaron watched you, his chest tightening as he saw the flicker of vulnerability in your eyes, the way your lips pressed into a thin line as you concentrated on your task.
He wanted to say somethingâanythingâbut the words wouldnât come. So he let the moment stretch, allowing the silence to say what neither of you could.
When you were finished, you folded the towel and set it aside, your hands brushing his one last time before you stepped back. Aaron caught your wrist gently, his touch lingering just long enough for you to meet his gaze.
But still, neither of you spoke.
Instead, you turned away, pulling your robe tighter around you as Aaron let his hand fall to his side. The weight of everything youâd shared pressed heavily on both of you and for now, neither of you had the courage to face what came next.
Aaron stood in the quiet of your bedroom, his hands resting on his hips as he tried to gather his scattered thoughts. The events of the night weighed heavily on himâwhat they meant, what they would lead toâbut before he could sink too deeply into his own mind, you reappeared.
Your silk robe was gone, replaced by his button-up shirt, which hung loosely on your frame, the hem brushing the tops of your thighs. You looked both effortless and intimate, like you belonged in it.
âI missed this,â you said softly, your voice breaking through his thoughts. You smoothed your hands over the fabric, as though savoring the feel of it. âI missed the smell of you. I missed you. Everything about you.â
The words hit Aaron like a punch to the chest, and he exhaled slowly, his throat tightening. He knew the feeling all too well. He had missed you, tooâmore than he could admit, more than he had allowed himself to feel until now.
You took his hand, your fingers curling around his as you gently tugged him toward the bed. Aaron followed, the quiet intimacy of the moment grounding him even as his heart raced. Removing his dresspants, folding them, and placing them on a chair nearby.Â
He sat on the edge of the bed, his body taut with hesitation, but you didnât let him linger there. You climbed onto the mattress, settling in on your side and motioning for him to join you.
Aaron hesitated for a moment, then slid under the covers, lying on his side to face you. The moonlight spilled through the curtains, bathing the room in a soft, silver glow. It cast delicate shadows across your face, highlighting the vulnerability in your expression as you looked at him.
For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The quiet stretched between you, filled with the weight of everything unspoken. Aaronâs gaze traced the lines of your face, committing every detail to memoryâthe curve of your cheek, the softness of your lips, the way your eyes held his with an intensity that made his chest ache.
âLove me,â you whispered suddenly, your voice trembling but insistent. Your fingers brushed lightly against his jaw, your touch hesitant but desperate. âPlease, Aaron. Love me.â
The vulnerability in your voice, the way you said the words like they were both a demand and a plea, sent a wave of emotion crashing over him. This was almost uncharacteristic for you. Your presence never demanded attention, yet here you were, asking him to love you. Aaronâs heart twisted painfully, and he reached for your hand, bringing it to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles.
âYou donât have to ask me to do that,â he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. âI already do.â
Your breath hitched, your eyes searching his as if trying to find the truth in his words. But there was no doubt, no hesitation in his gaze. He loved youâhe always had, even when he couldnât say it, even when it felt impossible.
âBut we canât,â he continued, his voice breaking slightly. âYou know that. If we do this, we risk everythingâour jobs, the team, the work weâve both sacrificed so much for.â
âI donât care,â you said, your voice firm despite the tears shining in your eyes. âI donât care about any of that, Aaron. I just care about you.â
Aaron closed his eyes, his chest heaving as he struggled to reconcile the conflicting emotions tearing through him. He hated how complicated this was, how the world seemed determined to keep the two of you apart.
âI hate it, too,â he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. âI hate how complicated this is, how much we have to give up just to be together. But I canât lose you. I canât risk losing everything that makes you... you.â
Your hand cupped his face, your thumb brushing lightly over his cheek as you leaned closer. âThen donât,â you said, your voice soft but resolute. âDonât lose me. Weâll figure it out. We have to.â
Aaron exhaled shakily, his forehead pressing against yours as his eyes closed. The thought of giving you up, of walking away from this, was unbearable. And yet, the thought of losing everything you had worked so hard for was just as devastating.
âIâd give it all up,â he murmured, his voice raw with emotion. âThe job, the teamâall of it. Iâd give it up to have you.â
Your breath caught, and for a moment, neither of you spoke, the weight of his words settling over you. He had reached a point where he couldnât even get to with Haley--ready to put the job and whatever else behind him. Then, slowly, you leaned forward, your lips brushing against his in a kiss so soft it felt like a promise.
Aaron kissed you back, his hands cradling your face as he poured everything he couldnât say into the connection. And as the two of you lay there in the quiet, the moonlight casting its gentle glow over the room, Aaron realized that, for the first time in a long time, he wasnât afraid of what came next.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room as Aaron woke to the warmth of your body next to his. For a moment, he allowed himself the luxury of forgetting everything outside this space. But the weight of reality settled quickly, and he knew there were choices to be madeâchoices that couldnât wait.
You stirred beside him, your head turning slightly on the pillow as your eyes fluttered open. When you looked at him, there was a quiet understanding in your gaze, as though youâd already been thinking about what needed to happen next.
The day was spent in quiet, focused conversation. You sat together at the kitchen table, steaming cups of coffee in front of you, as you laid out the possibilities. Aaron admired your methodical approach, the way you analyzed every angle every consequence, even as he felt the heaviness of the discussion pressing down on him.
âWhat if we went to the team first?â you suggested your voice steady but laced with uncertainty. âIf theyâre on our sideâif they donât have any reservationsâit might give us the leverage we need when we talk to the Director again.â
Aaron considered your words carefully, his fingers drumming lightly on the table. âItâs risky,â he admitted, his gaze meeting yours. âBut it might be the only way to prove that this wonât affect the teamâs dynamic. If they can support us, it could make a difference.â
You nodded, your hands wrapped around your mug as you leaned back in your chair. âAnd if the Director still refuses?â
Aaronâs jaw tightened, his eyes darkening with determination. âThen we donât give him a choice. We go in together and tell him itâs either thisâor we both walk.â
The silence that followed was heavy but not uncomfortable. It was a shared understanding of the enormity of what you were discussing. Neither of you had ever walked away from anything lightly, but the thought of giving each other up again was unbearable.
Later, as the day stretched on, the two of you made the decisions youâd been avoiding for weeks. Beth deserved the truth, as did Jeff, no matter how difficult those conversations would be.
Aaron made the visit to Beth first. She was tinged with confusion at his sudden need to talk. He kept his words measured and respectful, explaining that he couldnât give her what she deservedâthat his heart had always belonged to someone else. Beth was hurt but graceful, her acceptance tinged with sadness.
When he returned to the your house later on after also attending to fatherly duties with Jack, you were finishing your call with Jeff. Your expression was unreadable, but the way you let out a soft sigh as you set your phone down spoke volumes. âHe didnât take it well,â you admitted quietly, your fingers tracing the edge of your mug. âBut I couldnât keep leading him on. It wasnât fair.â
Aaron placed a hand over yours, his touch grounding and steady. âWe did what we had to,â he said, his voice low and resolute. âNow we move forward.â
That evening, as you sat together in the quiet, the weight of the dayâs decisions settled over you both. The path ahead was uncertain, filled with potential challenges and risks, but for the first time, there was a glimmer of hope.
The two of you had a planâa united frontâand whatever came next, you knew youâd face it.
The BAU conference room felt smaller than usual as Aaron Hotchner stood to the side, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. You were seated at the head of the table, your posture poised but your hands clasped tightly togetherâa rare sign of nervousness that only someone who knew you well, like Aaron, would notice.
The team filtered in one by one, their expressions curious but light. Emily had a cup of coffee in hand, Derek was chatting with JJ about some recent Quantico gossip, and Penelope trailed behind with a bright, questioning look. Reid sat toward the middle, already flipping through a notepad, and Rossi took his usual spot near the back, his eyes sharp as they scanned the room.
âAlright, whatâs going on?â Derek asked, his grin playful as he pulled out a chair and settled in. âThis doesnât feel like our usual meeting vibe.â
You took a steadying breath, your gaze sweeping across the table before landing briefly on Aaron. He gave you a small nod, his expression calm but supportive.
âThank you all for coming,â you began, your voice steady despite the undercurrent of tension in the room. âI know this isnât our usual meeting. Aaron and I asked you here because we need to discuss something importantâsomething personal that affects the team.â
The lighthearted chatter died down instantly, replaced by a palpable curiosity and concern.
You continued, your hands tightening slightly around each other as you spoke. âOver the past few months, Aaron and I have realized that we want to pursue a personal relationship. I know this might come as a surpriseâor even a concernâto some of you, given our roles and the nature of our work.â
Aaron watched as the team processed your words, their expressions a mixture of surprise, curiosity, and, in some cases, quiet understanding.
You straightened, your tone firm but earnest. âWeâve thought this through carefully. We understand the gravity of this decision, not just for ourselves but for all of you. This team is a family. Itâs been my honor to work with each of you, and I donât take lightly the idea of doing anything that could disrupt that dynamic.â
Aaron stepped forward then, his voice calm and measured as he added, âThatâs why we wanted to be upfront with all of you. We respect your opinions, and weâre here to listen if any of you have reservations or concerns.â
There was a beat of silence before Emily leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms with a thoughtful look. âSo let me get this straight,â she said, her voice tinged with dry amusement. âThe two of you want to be together, but the higher-ups donât approve?â
You nodded, your gaze steady. âCorrect. The Director has made it clear that our relationship is considered inappropriate given our positions. He gave us two options: end it or find roles outside the team.â
JJ frowned, her concern evident. âAnd what are you planning to do?â
Aaron glanced at you, and you gave a slight nod before he spoke. âWeâve decided to pursue the relationship despite those orders. But weâre not going into this without a plan. We believe the best course of action is to go to the Director with the support of this team. If we can demonstrate that our relationship wonât compromise our work or the dynamic here, it may give us the leverage we need.â
âAnd if it doesnât?â Reid asked quietly, his brow furrowed in thought.
You hesitated, and Aaron stepped in. âIf the Director wonât budge, weâre prepared to leave. Together.â
That admission hung heavy in the air, and Aaron could feel the weight of the teamâs reactions pressing down on him.
Derek leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table as he let out a low whistle. âMan, thatâs a big gamble. But youâve always been a risk-taker, Hotch.â
Emily smirked faintly, her tone more teasing than judgmental. âNever wouldâve pegged you for a rule-breaker, though.â
Penelope, wide-eyed and fidgeting with her bracelets, finally spoke up. âSo⌠does this mean weâre, like, the deciding vote? Because, no pressure, but this feels like a really big deal!â
You smiled faintly, the tension in your posture easing slightly. âIt is a big deal, Penelope. But we trust you. All of you. Thatâs why we wanted to have this conversation first.â
Rossi, who had been quietly observing, finally leaned forward, his expression thoughtful. âFor what itâs worth,â he said, his voice calm but firm, âIâve seen a lot of things in this job. Relationships, breakups, people falling apart under pressure. But Iâve never doubted the professionalism or dedication of either of you. And I donât see that changing now.â
Aaron felt a flicker of gratitude as Rossiâs words hung in the air, setting the tone for the rest of the discussion.
One by one, the team voiced their thoughts. JJ expressed some concern about how this might look to the brass but ultimately supported you both, trusting your judgment. Reid, after asking a few logistical questions, nodded thoughtfully and said he believed the two of you could handle it. Penelope gave an impassioned speech about love conquering all, which drew chuckles around the table, and Emily and Derek exchanged a look before both offering their backing with only a bit of playful ribbing.
By the end of the discussion, Aaron felt a weight lift from his chest. The teamâs support wasnât just a reliefâit was a validation of the respect and trust you had built with each of them over the years.
You stood, your hands resting lightly on the table as you addressed them one last time. âThank you. Truly. This means everything to us. And I promise, no matter what happens, the integrity of this team will always come first.â
Aaron stepped beside you, his gaze sweeping over the team with quiet gratitude. âWeâll take this to the Director together. And whatever happens, weâll figure it out.â
As the team began to disperse, Derek clapped him on the shoulder with a grin. âNever thought Iâd see the day, Hotch. You breaking rules for love? Guess thereâs hope for all of us.â
Aaron chuckled softly, but as he turned to look at you, his expression softened. This wasnât just about breaking rulesâit was about finally choosing the person who made it all worthwhile.
Aaron Hotchner stood in the hallway outside the Directorâs office, his hands in his pockets and his gaze steady. The weight of what they were about to do hung heavily between you, but he felt none of the apprehension he might have expected. Instead, he felt a strange calm bolstered by the resolve that radiated from you as you stood beside him.
You turned to him, your expression set but your eyes soft. You had dressed sharply for the meeting, your tailored suit immaculate, projecting the authority you carried so effortlessly. Still, there was something in the way your fingers brushed against his as you reached for him that made his chest tighten.
âYou ready for this?â you asked, your voice low but steady.
Aaron looked at you, taking in the determined set of your jaw and the quiet strength in your posture. âWith you? Always.â
A faint smile tugged at your lips, and for a moment, the tension between you softened. You stepped closer, your hand resting lightly on his chest as you leaned in, your lips brushing against his in a kiss that was both grounding and electrifying.
âLetâs do this,â you murmured against his mouth, and he nodded, his hands lingering briefly on your waist before you pulled away.
When you entered the Directorâs office together, the atmosphere shifted. The room was large and imposing, the walls lined with awards and photos that told the story of the Bureauâs successes. The Director sat behind his desk, his expression unreadable as he gestured for you to sit.
Aaron stayed standing beside you as you took the lead, your voice calm and authoritative as you began. âThank you for meeting with us, sir. We wanted to address the situation between Agent Hotchner and myself directly.â
The Director leaned back in his chair, his hands folded neatly in front of him. âIâm listening.â
Aaron watched as you laid out your case with precision and confidence, detailing how the two of you had handled your relationship with professionalism, how you had sought the teamâs support, and how they had expressed their trust in your ability to maintain the integrity of the BAU.
âWe understand your concerns, and we donât take this lightly,â you said, your gaze steady on the Director. âBut we also know the value we bring to the Bureau, both individually and as a team. Weâre here to ask for your trust, just as weâve earned the trust of the people we lead.â
Aaron stepped in then, his voice steady but firm. âWeâve always put the mission of the BAU first, and that wonât change. But if this is a line you believe weâve crossed, weâre prepared to accept the consequences. Both of us.â
The Directorâs gaze sharpened at that, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied you both. âYouâre telling me youâre willing to walk away? Both of you?â
âYes,â you said simply, your tone leaving no room for doubt. âWe believe in what weâve built here, but we wonât compromise our integrityâor the teamâsâby pretending this relationship doesnât exist.â
The room was silent for a long moment, the weight of your words settling heavily in the air. Aaron could feel the tension coiled in his chest, but he didnât waver. He stood beside you, unflinching, as the Director considered their ultimatum.
Finally, the Director let out a slow breath; his fingers steepled under his chin. âThis is highly irregular. You both know that. The Bureau doesnât operate on personal exceptions.â
You nodded, your posture unyielding. âWe understand that, sir. But losing both of us would be a significant blow to the BAU, especially given our track record and the current demands on the unit.â
The Directorâs lips pressed into a thin line. âYouâre asking for a lot.â
Aaron stepped forward, his voice quiet but firm. âAnd weâre offering a solution. Put us on a review period. Watch us closely. If there are any issuesâany compromises to the integrity of the BAUâyouâll have our resignations. No questions asked.â
The Directorâs gaze flicked between the two of you, his expression inscrutable. After what felt like an eternity, he leaned back in his chair and exhaled sharply. âFine. A review period. But understand this: youâll both be under intense scrutiny. Any sign that this relationship is affecting the team or your work, and it ends. Am I clear?â
âYes, sir,â you said immediately, your voice steady.
Aaron nodded. âCrystal.â
When the two of you left the office, the tension in the hallway was palpable, but it quickly gave way to a quiet sense of victory. You turned to him, your eyes meeting his, and for the first time that day, you allowed yourself a small, relieved smile.
âThat went better than expected,â you said, your voice light with a mix of relief and determination.
Aaron chuckled softly, his hand brushing against yours as you walked. âIâd say we make a pretty good team.â
You stopped then, turning to face him fully. The moonlight streaming through the hallway windows cast a soft glow over your face, and Aaron felt his chest tighten at the sight of youâstrong, confident, and absolutely unshakable.
âWith you?â you said, echoing his earlier words. âWe can do anything.â
Aaron smiled, his hand finding yours and giving it a firm, reassuring squeeze. And as the two of you walked away from the Directorâs office, united in purpose and resolve, he knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, you would face them together.
Days later, the grand estate was already alive with warmth and light as Aaron Hotchner guided you up the stone steps to Rossiâs front door. The crisp New Yearâs Eve air bit at his skin, but it was nothing compared to the warmth he felt when he glanced at you, wrapped in a deep burgundy coat that highlighted the glow in your cheeks.
âRossi doesnât do anything halfway,â Aaron remarked quietly, his lips curving into a faint smile as you reached the top step.
âYou say that like youâre surprised,â you teased, your eyes sparkling as you met his gaze.
Aaron chuckled softly, his hand finding the small of your back as the door swung open, revealing Rossi himself. Dressed in a sharp suit, his expression was one of genuine delight as he welcomed you both with open arms.
âAh, my two favorite rule-breakers,â Rossi said with a grin, stepping aside to let you in. âCome in, come in. Thereâs champagne waiting, and plenty of people to charm.â
The party was every bit as grand as Aaron had expected. Rossiâs expansive living room was filled with colleagues, friends, and family, all dressed in their finest. A jazz quartet played softly in the corner, their music weaving seamlessly through the low hum of conversation.
Aaron scanned the room instinctively, cataloging familiar facesâEmily and JJ chatting near the bar, Penelope gesturing animatedly to Reid, and Derek leaning against a nearby column, his easy grin drawing a small crowd of admirers.
But his focus always returned to you.
You were by his side, your coat now replaced by an elegant black dress that hugged your figure perfectly, the neckline just daring enough to make his chest tighten. You smiled at someone who greeted you, your laugh soft but genuine, and Aaron couldnât help but marvel at how effortlessly you commanded the room.
âEnjoying yourself?â you asked, tilting your head to look at him as you handed him a glass of champagne.
He took it with a small smile, his fingers brushing yours briefly. âIâd say that depends entirely on you.â
Your lips quirked into a faint smirk, and for a moment, the noise of the room faded, leaving only the quiet connection between the two of you.
As the evening wore on, Aaron found himself drawn to you again and again, his gaze seeking you out even when you were across the room. You had a way of grounding him, even in the chaos of a room full of people, and he felt a quiet thrill every time your eyes met his, a silent understanding passing between you.
When the two of you found yourselves alone on Rossiâs terrace, the night sky stretched out above you, Aaron couldnât help but steal a moment. The cold air bit at his skin, but the warmth of your presence was enough to chase it away.
âYou look stunning tonight,â he said softly, his voice low as he leaned on the railing beside you.
You glanced at him, your smile softening into something more intimate. âYouâre not so bad yourself, Agent Hotchner.â
The teasing tone in your voice made him chuckle, but there was an undercurrent of sincerity that made his chest ache in the best way.
The sound of the party spilling onto the terrace broke the moment, and the two of you turned to see Rossi stepping out, his hands raised theatrically.
âTwo minutes to midnight, folks!â he called, his grin as wide as ever. âLetâs make it count!â
Aaron glanced at you, his heart pounding as he saw the faint blush on your cheeks. Without a word, he reached for your hand, pulling you gently closer.
âHappy New Year,â he murmured, his voice soft but firm as the first sounds of the countdown began to echo from inside.
âHappy New Year,â you whispered back, your lips curling into a small, private smile as the world around you blurred.
And as the clock struck midnight and the room erupted in cheers, Aaron kissed you, his hand cradling your face as the noise and the cold and everything else faded away. It was just you and him, standing together at the start of something new, something strong.
Together, you could conquer anything.
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playing it cool / aaron hotchner
[credits to the owners of these photos!!]
word count: 1.9k
pairing: aaron hotchner x f!reader
genre: fluff!!!!!!
cw: sickeningly sweet and soft aaron x reader, so much of aaronâs thoughts because we know that man thinks soo much more than he speaks!!
a/n: hiiii this is my third post so far and tbh i was so nervous to post the first two as that was my first time ever posting any of my writings anywhere!! but iâve been getting so much more love on those than expected and i just really wanted to say thank you so much for all the likes and reblogs <33 i was honestly only expecting less than 10 notes as a newbie and reaching up to 200 is so so so wonderful. and especially for the love of hotch iâ ugh!!!!! i already love u allÂ
The team had worked a straight 5 weeks worth of cases prior, which had warranted Strauss to grant them all a mandatory 3-day rest. This simply meant that for 3 whole days there are no cases, no deadlines, and no new case files. They could come to the office at whatever time theyâd like as long as they finished some reports at the end of the day.Â
Aaron being Hotch the boss man still aimed to arrive at the office at a reasonable timeâ 7:30am. To be fair, this is an hour and a half later than when he usually arrives at the office. And in his mind, the earlier he arrives, the more he can get done, and the more he gets done, the earlier he can come home.Â
This is the only reason why he is up at 6:00am on a supposed rest day. He did expect that heâd struggle a bit more to drag himself out of bed, knowing youâd be keeping him hostage with limbs that wrap around him in ways he canât begin to understand, but to his surprise, you werenât there.Â
Dragging his feet across the carpeted floor, his pajama pants hanging low on his hips and white shirt fitting him oh-so-snugly, he tries to find you. Heâs rubbing the sleep of his eyes as he peeks his head into your shared bathroom. No sign of you.Â
Heâs covering his mouth as he yawns when he quietly opens the door to Jackâs bedroomâstill no sign of you. Remembering his son has been nursing a stomach bug since yesterday, he opened the door further to check on him. No fever. No chills. No sign of discomfort.Â
When heâs sure Jackâs okay, he turns around to go back to find where you went. He even checked the backyard as he passed by a window to see if youâre at your favorite swing reading, that perhaps you just woke up early and wanted to feel the morning sun because you claimed it lightens you.Â
He smiles a little to himself as he treads downstairs, finally hearing your soft murmurs as you spoke with someone presumably over the phone. As he neared the kitchen he realized that the person on the line was your colleague and friend Tilly, and that she was on speaker phone making it easy to listen in.Â
He slows down his steps as he nears the landing and pauses when he gets behind a wall near the kitchen. He doesnât know what came over him. He doesnât usually sneak around to eavesdrop, nor did he ever feel the need to especially when it came to you. You tell him everything, prompted and unprompted.Â
But perhaps it was the haze of the morning or the curiosity of what could possibly get you out of bed this early when youâre usually the one snoozing away as heâs getting ready for workâ he stayed quiet behind that wall and made it his mission to understand the conversation.Â
He clears his mind and strains his ear, going as far as making his breaths slow and far apart.Â
He hears Tilly giggling, âDonât get me wrong, Adam from Finance is really cute but.. isnât he just a little too serious? Heâs always got that frown going on.âÂ
You sigh a little loudly, obvious that itâs a sigh to humor and not of exasperation, âTilly, you know I love you, but every day you complain about being single. And every other day thereâs a decent guy who you always always find that one flaw in that just crosses them off for you forever.â Tilly lets out a sound thatâs a mixture of a laugh and a gasp.Â
âThat is so not trââ âOh, Hughâs just too clean. And Frederickâs too hard, itâs like- scary. Yes, veiny hands are hot but thereâs veiny and too veiny, and Jason was just a double too veiny.âÂ
Aaron momentarily pauses his listening and looks down at his hands, suddenly conscious where he fit in that category. Factoring in his age, his work, and the action he gets from the fieldâ these all show. He tried thinking of a time you couldâve shown any dislike or disgust towards his hands but all he could think of was that one night when he cupped your face and you leaned towards it more, turning slightly to take his thumb into your mouâ
Heâs shaken out of his thoughts when he hears Tilly asking about you leaving, âWhat time are you getting to the office by the way? I just donât want to get there without you. Adam might ask about that second date and I just need you as my bluff, my beautiful girl.â He makes a mental note to message Jessica before you both get ready for work.Â
âRiiiight. Remind me how many guys have I scared off for you now? And how many times have I helped you scare them off? Besides, I canât go today and Iâve already told Bobby Iâm on leave.âÂ
In a slight surprise and panic Tilly whines, âWhat?! Why? Youâre such a traitor. You know damn well I get so bored without you.â Aaron didnât even know you were planning on staying home. You hadnât mentioned anything about it last night which made him even more curious what made you decide.Â
He hears your soft laugh, âDonât be so dramatic. Youâll manage a day without me. I mean you have toâ my son caught a stomach bug yesterday so I just want to make sure heâll recover completely.âÂ
Aaron can hear Tilly responding, something about soup and warm baths, but his heart has just stopped so heâs not really processing any new words at the moment.Â
My son. My son. My son. My son caught a stomach bug.Â
He feels lightheaded. His heart kickstarts again, his pulse is ringing in his ear. He can feel his chest pounding to his heartâs beat. The words that rolled off your lips so effortlessly, so mindlessly, echoes in his head.Â
Jack may be young but he is smart. So so smart beyond his years. And he has grown to understand what had happened to his mom Haley, but not once has heâ and even you allowed Jack to forget who Haley is and how much she loves him.Â
Images of you joining in their traditions of honoring and remembering Haley plays in his head in flashes. You helping Jack arrange a bouquet for Haleyâs death anniversary. You helping Jack make a card for her birthday. You mixing the paint to get the right shades as Jack paints a portrait of Haley for his Mothersâ Day homework.Â
Aaron had told you everything there was to know about Haley and youâve listened. He knows you adore her. You adore her for the same reasons he adored her. You understood the space Haley had in his life and in Jackâs life, and not once were you ever jealous, immature, or selfish about it. Even though he wouldâve completely understood if you were.Â
You were nothing but supportive, and understanding, and loving. Even when he didnât deserve it. Even when you deserved better. Admittedly, there was a point in time when he struggled with coming to terms with falling in loveâ with you nonetheless. Youâre young, ambitious, brilliant, talented, insanely beautiful, and unfairly kind.Â
When the two of you had met, this was his profile: divorced with a kid, recovering from trauma that stemmed from being stabbed multiple times in his own home, emotionally unavailable, annoyingly serious and fatally dullâ which really makes him wonder what made you fall in love with him in the first place, and even more so what made you stay even when he was bafflingly dense about how you felt about him. Â
He didnât know how long he was standing there, like a deer caught in headlights. Replaying your words and his memories over and over again, slowly coming to the conclusion that youâre absolutely perfect and heâs absolutely gone for you.Â
Slowly coming to his senses, Aaron becomes more aware of the silence. The call must have ended while he was having realizations about things. He rounds the corner silently, getting a feel of where youâre facing. Luckily he guesses right, that youâre facing away from him.Â
You were rummaging through the fridgeâ the vegetable drawer if he had to guess, judging by how much youâre slouching and reaching, and the sound of the glass containers you use to prolong their freshness.Â
He quickly surveys the scene- your phone is on the counter, beside it is a chopping board with carrots and onions, a carton of chicken broth, Jackâs favorite dinosaur-shaped pasta, and chocolate milkâ the one drink you both know can make Jack feel instantly better, happier.Â
His heart pinches again. You got up early to make sure Jack had something to eat for breakfast in time for his medicine. You got up early even though you arenât planning on going to work. You arenât going to work because you want to stay with Jack. You called Jack your son.Â
With so many things running in his head, he stands quietly observing you finding god knows whatever vegetable. Maybe it's the intensity of his stare or the volume of his thoughts, or maybe he started to breathe loudlyâ but suddenly you knew he was there. He could tell.Â
You slowly straightened your back from when you were leaning. Your hands have stopped rummaging through the drawer, and he could see the goosebumps on your legs and shoulders from the way the sunlight hits you through the kitchen window.Â
You turn around slowly, as if you were just caught doing something you arenât supposed to be doing, âIâm so sorry, did I wake you?â grimacing as if it was a crime to be hot and cute and gut-wrenchingly-sweet.Â
âNo.â His voice is groggy. Deep and rough given that he just woke up minutes ago and hasnât really used it since. Looking at you through studying eyes, he clears his throat âUhm, I woke up to get ready for work and you werenât there.âÂ
Aaron suddenly feels a little cold. The thin material of his shirt and pajamas doing little to contain what warmth he has left in his body. Or maybe itâs you, maybe his body has sensed that youâre near and is now craving your warmth, making him feel a magnified amount of its absence.
âOh.. Iâm sorry I just wanted to get ahead of cooking so Jack can have soup before he takes his medicine at 8 and since I was also planning to do some work though Iâm on leave, it just made sense to get an early startâŚâ You slow your words, noticing how Hotch is studying you tenfold in the moment, as if you were an apparition, âAre you okay? Did you want soup too? I can pack you some before you go?â
His silence makes you panic a little. You canât really tell if heâs upset about something or if heâs sleepwalking, âOr you can eat here. I meanâ you live here, of course you can eat here. I mean like instead of bringing it to the officeâ not that if you eat here, you canât bring some anymore.âÂ
The longer he stays silent, adoring you, the more you scramble to fill the silence, âIâm justâ you know you can do whatever you want. You can eat here, there, anywhere. Unless you donât want soup. I mean we still have leftover steak, I couââÂ
You pause your rambling because you can see a smile starting to form on his face. A real, big smile. Laugh lines and dimples and all, which makes you smile. Realizing how stupid you were sounding and how funny the situation was becoming, you started giggling.
And just as you think heâs about to join the laughter to make fun of you, his smile softens and he says, âMarry me.âÂ
part 2 here!!!!!
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Bulletproof Bonds || Aaron Hotchner
Summary: Request - Maybe a husband!Aaron x Long Time BAU!wife and how thereâs a new member to the BAU and she keeps trying to flirt with Aaron but he keeps turning her down𼲠but the new member doesnât know that Aaron and reader are married, and new member just thinks of reader as competition to get with Aaron, eventually leading to reader getting really mad cause new member does something really stupid on a case that leads to reader almost getting seriously injured??... Read Rest Here
A/N: Really loved writing this one. Hope you all enjoy! Thank you for the request @viscade !
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader,
Word Count: 3.1k
TW: Yelling, gunshot (non wounded)
In the bustling chaos of the BAU bullpen, Aaron Hotchner sat at his desk, his brow furrowed in concentration as he sifted through the multitude of case files scattered before him. A usual sight for the unit chief. The harsh fluorescent lights cast stark shadows across his features, accentuating the lines of exhaustion etched into his face by years of chasing monsters in the dark.
You sat by his side, a silent sentinel amidst the whirlwind of activity. Your own workspace dedicated beside him cluttered with documents and crime scene photos. The faint aroma of stale coffee hung in the air as you both delved into the intricate web of clues left behind by the latest serial killer to plague the streets. It was always so easy with him, your husband. The way the two of you were able to bounce ideas off each other was like none seen before.
The tension in the room was palpable, a heavy weight pressing down on everyone present as they grappled with the enormity of the task at hand. Each unsolved case seemed to loom over them like a specter, a constant reminder of the lives lost and the justice yet to be served. Amidst all the usual chaos, Agent Sarah Miller made her presence known. Her arrival heralded by the soft click of her heels against the linoleum floor. She moved with a confidence that bordered on arrogance, her youthful exuberance a stark contrast to the world-weary countenances of her colleagues. She had no idea what she was getting herself into.
Sarah's eyes lingered on Aaron as she sauntered past his open aired desk, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of her lips. She was young, ambitious, and hungry for success. Her gaze fixed on the formidable figure of the BAU's leader like a moth drawn to a flame.
Despite Aaron's cold indifference, she persisted in her attempts at flirtation, undeterred by his lack of response. Her tactics were shamelessly transparent, her words dripping with false sweetness as she sought to capture his attention. Agent Sarah Miller yet again walked past Aaron's desk, her gaze lingering on him for a moment too long before she turned her attention to you. There was a subtle flicker of annoyance in her eyes as she took in your presence, her lips curling into a barely concealed sneer.
"Hey, Hotch," she purred, leaning against the edge of his desk with practiced ease. "You must be tired of staring at all those files. Why don't you take a break and grab a coffee with me?" Her eyes kept looking back to you in brief flashes to gauge your reaction. You decided early on after her brazen attempts that you would give her none. A layer of disgust masked on top of the doe eyes she was attempting to give your husband was meant for you. She was very forward, you had to give her that one.
Aaron's response was polite but firm, his tone devoid of any warmth. "I'm sorry, Agent Miller, but I have work to do," he replied, his eyes never leaving the papers in front of him.
Undeterred, Sarah flashed him a flirtatious smile, her gaze lingering on him expectantly. "Maybe some other time, then," she said, her voice dripping with false sweetness before she finally strolled away.
You couldn't help but roll your eyes at her blatant display of interest, the subtle scoff escaping your lips as you returned your focus to the files sprawled across your desk. "Some profiler she is," you muttered under your breath, the sarcasm dripping from your words like venom. It was a small act of defiance, a way to vent the frustration bubbling just beneath the surface as you watched Sarah's failed attempts at seduction.
Your comment earned a small smirk from Aaron, his lips quirking up in amusement as he glanced up from his work. His eyes met yours, a silent acknowledgment passing between you, a shared understanding of the absurdity of the situation. In that fleeting moment, you found solace in the unspoken reassurance that he was not blind to Sarah's antics, nor was he unaffected by them.
As the tension in the room continued to get heavier, you exchanged a knowing glance with Aaron, the unspoken bond between you speaking volumes. It was a silent reminder of the unbreakable connection that bound you together, a tether grounding you amidst the disarray swirling around you. In that moment, you drew strength from the knowledge that no amount of flirtation from the new agent could ever hope to rival the deep-seated love and loyalty that defined your marriage.
But beneath the surface, resentment simmered, fueled by the blatant disrespect for the boundaries of your marriage. Each lingering glance, each flirtatious comment served as a reminder of the fragile line Sarah was treading, unaware of the storm brewing beneath the calm facade. Yet, as frustrating as her antics were, you knew that the true test of your marriage lay not in her misguided advances but in the unwavering trust and devotion you shared with Aaron. A bond that would withstand any challenge thrown your way.
You had to give the girl credit. She certainly didnât stop. It was not even an hour later that the girl came crawling right back to him. In the dimly lit bullpen of the BAU, the seasoned agents huddled together, their eyes darting furtively around the room as they exchanged knowing glances. Reid, Garcia, Morgan, and Prentiss stood in a tight circle. Their voices hushed as they leaned in conspiratorially.
"So, who's going to crack first?" Garcia whispered, her eyes sparkling mischievously behind her glasses.
Prentiss smirked, crossing her arms over her chest. "My money's on Y/N. She's got that poker face down pat."
Reid nodded in agreement, adjusting his glasses. "And she's got a wicked sense of humor. I don't think she's sweating it."
Just then, Morgan, ever the observant one, interjected with a grin. "You know what, I'm with both of you on this one. Y/N's handling this like a pro. She's probably just waiting for the perfect moment to drop a witty comeback."
The others turned to look at you, noticing your bemused expression as you observed the scene unfolding with a mixture of amusement and annoyance. The new agent, eager to impress, leaned in a little too close to Hotch, her voice dropping to a suggestive whisper. "So, Hotch, any plans for dinner tonight?"
Hotch glanced up from his paperwork, his expression remaining impassive. "Just finishing up some reports, Agent. Nothing planned."
Undeterred, the new agent persisted, fluttering her eyelashes coyly. "Well, if you change your mind, I know this great Italian place down the street."
Hotch merely nodded, returning his attention to the file in front of him. "I'll keep that in mind. Thank you, Agent."
Behind his back, the BAU members couldn't contain their laughter, stifling their giggles as they watched the new agent's attempts fall flat. It was clear that Hotch was immune to her charms, his focus unwavering even in the face of relentless flirting.
As Sarah retreated, finally somewhat defeated, the BAU members exchanged triumphant looks, their silent bet settled. Hotch may have been unflappable in the field, but when it came to dodging unwanted advances, he was truly a master of his craft. And you, well, you were just enjoying the show, your amused smile barely masking your annoyance as you watched the scene unfold.
The breaking point came during a particularly intense case, where the unsub's erratic behavior had everyone on edge. You felt the adrenaline coursing through your veins as you moved cautiously through the dimly lit corridors of an abandoned warehouse, every nerve on high alert.
In the heat of the pursuit, Sarah's impulsive decision shattered the fragile equilibrium you had struggled to maintain with your team. Ignoring protocol and disregarding the safety of the team, she charged ahead recklessly, her actions sending shockwaves rippling through your ranks. Bullets flew past you like angry hornets, the deafening roar of gunfire echoing off the walls as chaos descended upon you.
It happened in the blink of an eye, a split-second decision with far-reaching consequences. A bullet sliced through the air like a deadly whisper, its trajectory aimed straight for your chest. But thanks to the protective barrier of your bulletproof vest, the impact was nothing more than a forceful shove, the fabric absorbing the blow with a sickening thud. The impact knocked the wind out of you, pain searing through your body as you stumbled backward, clutching your chest.
As the adrenaline faded and the reality of what could have been sunk in, fury ignited like a wildfire within you. You rounded on Sarah, your voice a crescendo of anger as you unleashed the pent-up frustration that had been building for weeks. Each word was a dagger aimed straight at her heart. Your tone laced with a venomous ferocity that mirrored the intensity of the emotions raging within you.
Coughing up blood, your vision blurred as you struggled to make sense of what had just happened. Anger surged through you like a tidal wave, drowning out the pain as you staggered to your feet. With a primal roar, you lunged at Sarah, grabbing her by the collar with a strength born of desperation.
"What the fuck was that?" you yelled, louder than you ever had before. And certainly not in front of the team. Your voice raw with fury. Each word was a thunderclap, reverberating through the warehouse like a warning shot. "You could have killed me! Or them! Do you even realize what you've done?"
But Sarah's response was a defiant sneer, her gaze unwavering in the face of your righteous indignation. "I did what needed to be done," she spat, her voice laced with arrogance. "I'm not afraid to take risks to get the job done."
The words were like a slap to the face, a cruel reminder of the recklessness that had nearly cost you everything. With all your rage, you shoved her away, your hands trembling with anger as you struggled to contain the tempest raging within you.
"You're a liability," you growled, your voice a low, dangerous whisper. "And if you ever put my life, their lives,â You pointed to Spencer and Emily behind you, âin danger again, I won't hesitate to take you down myself."
As you stood there, trembling with fury and pain, the rest of the team made their way over. You still hasnât seen Aaron yet but the rest of them looked on in shock and disbelief. Derek surged forward, his strong arms wrapping around you as he pulled you back from the confrontation. "Easy there Y/N," he said, his voice low and soothing as he tried to calm the storm raging within you. "Cool off."
Emily and JJ exchanged worried glances. Finally, Aaron found you after too many moments of losing it in front of everyone. His eyes widened in alarm as he took in the sight of blood staining your lips, his heart clenching with fear at the sight. "What happened?" he demanded. His usually calm voice was laced with urgency as he reached out to gently touch your arm. His fingers trembled against your skin, his touch a comforting anchor in the swirling chaos of the moment.
Still reeling from the confrontation and the shock of narrowly escaping serious injury, Spencer stepped forward, his voice calm but tinged with urgency. "Aaron, Sarah made a nearly fatal mistake," he said, his words cutting through the tension like a knife. "Her impulsive actions endangered everyone on the team, especially Y/N." You were thankful he was willing to step in because you werenât quite sure if you had the right words.
Aaron's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenching with barely contained fury as he turned his gaze on Sarah. The air around him crackled with palpable anger, his protective instincts kicking into overdrive. "Is this true?" he demanded, his voice cold and steely as he pinned her with a hard stare.
Sarah shifted uncomfortably under his intense scrutiny, her bravado faltering in the face of his unwavering gaze. "I...I was just trying to apprehend the unsub," she stammered, her voice wavering with uncertainty.
But Aaron's patience had worn thin, his temper flaring like a raging inferno. "You made a reckless decision that put the entire team at risk," he snapped, his voice echoing off the walls of the warehouse. "Until you can prove that you're capable of following protocol and putting the safety of your teammates above all else, you will not be back in the field."
The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the consequences of her actions. Sarah's expression fell, her defiance crumbling under the weight of his judgment. It was a harsh lesson, but one that she would need to learn if she ever hoped to earn back the trust of her colleagues and prove herself worthy of wearing the badge.
As Aaron turned away, his attention returning to you with a renewed sense of protectiveness, you couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for the unwavering support of your team leader and husband. But as you tried to catch your breath, a sudden coughing fit wracked your body, drawing Aaron's attention back to you. Concern flashed across his features, his eyes narrowing with worry as he stepped closer, his hand reaching out to steady you.
"Hey sweetheart," he murmured softly, his voice a gentle caress against your ear as he brushed a strand of hair away from your forehead. "Let's get you checked out, alright?"
You attempted to speak, but the coughing fit continued, leaving you gasping for air. So, you shook your head in protest. You were fine and you knew it, but the damn bullet hit you right in the lung leaving you gasping for air. Aaron's worry deepened, his brow furrowing with concern as he knelt down beside you, his hands hovering anxiously over your shoulders.
"Honey, just breathe," he urged, his voice filled with tenderness as he placed a comforting hand on your back. "We'll get you to the hospital, and they'll take care of you. I promise." It wasnât usual that he dropped those sweet terms of endearment to you in front of the team, but he couldnât really care. Not when he couldâve lost you.
Despite your protests, Aaron's determination remained steadfast. With gentle insistence, he scooped you up in his arms, cradling you against his chest with a strength born of love and concern. "You're going to the hospital," he declared, his voice unwavering as he carried you towards his SUV. âIâm not taking no for an answer sweetheart."
As Aaron settled into the driver's seat beside you, his eyes flickered with concern as he stole glances, his hand reaching out to brush against yours in a silent gesture of reassurance. But despite his unwavering determination to get you to the hospital, you couldn't help but feel a stubborn sense of resistance bubbling within you.
"I'm fine, Aaron," you insisted, your tone tinged with frustration as you crossed your arms over your chest. "This is incredibly dramatic. Youâve been hit in your gear too."
Aaron's expression softened at your words, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Maybe I am," he admitted with a chuckle. "I also know what it feels like honey. Iâd rather be safe than sorry."
You shot him a playful glare, unable to suppress the teasing smile that danced on your lips. He cared for you, truly. Every inch of himself loved you more deeply than even you could have fathomed. You also knew that love bore stubbornness and there was no talking him out of what he knew he had to do. You were just along for the ride now. "You just can't resist playing the hero, can you?" You spoke up after a moment of silence between the two of you.
Aaron chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he glanced over at you. "Guilty as charged," he replied. "Always remind me never to get on your bad side," Aaron quipped, a lighthearted smile playing on his lips as he attempted to alleviate the tension that hung heavy in the air.
You managed a weak laugh trying your hardest to hide the pain radiating from your chest. However, so grateful for his attempt to lighten the mood. "You looked like you were about to take matters into your own hands back there," he teased gently, his voice laced with affection.
The image of you, ready to throw down with the new agent, brought a genuine laugh bubbling up from deep within you this time. "Well, she did have it coming," you admitted with a mischievous grin. "But I guess I'll let you handle the heroics this time."
As the laughter subsided, Aaron's expression turned more serious, a hint of regret flickering in his eyes. "I'm sorry things got so heated," he said softly, his voice tinged with sincerity. "I should have stepped in sooner. I thought she was harmless. Dealt with her type so many times before." He sighed, running a hand through his hair before finding your hand and lacing his fingers within yours.
You squeezed his hand, a warm smile spreading across your face. "Itâs not your fault youâre such a silver fox," Tossing him a wink you couldnât help but to tease him right on back. Itâs how you knew everything was going to be just fine. The two of you had dealt with so much worse and come out even stronger, this would be nothing but a minor blip on your journey together.
Aaron laughed at your playful comment, a warmth spreading in his chest at your familiar banter. "Ah, so you're saying my charm is both a blessing and a curse," he retorted with a grin, his gaze softening as he looked at you.
You nodded, a fond smile playing on your lips. "Something like that," you agreed, feeling a surge of gratitude for the ease with which you could navigate even the toughest moments with Aaron by your side.
As the car glided through the streets towards the hospital, a comfortable silence settled between you, punctuated only by the gentle hum of the engine. Despite the events that had unfolded, you found solace in the quiet intimacy of the moment, knowing that whatever challenges lay ahead, you would face them together. With each passing mile, you felt the weight of the day begin to lift from your shoulders, replaced by a sense of reassurance that only Aaron could provide. His unwavering love and support was everything you needed. He guided you through the darkness, illuminating the path forward with hope and determination.
As you arrived at the hospital and Aaron helped you out of the car, you knew that this was just another chapter in your life together. You couldn't help but feel a profound sense of gratitude for the man beside you, your literal partner in crime, your rock, your everything. Together, you were truly unstoppable.
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Based on the following ask: 𼰠yay!! Okay. (Deep breath), so the idea was basically either preschool or elementary school setting. Hotch being a sexy single dad has most of the single (and not!) Moms drooling over him. Y/N or Reader is a single mom, not one of those drooling but definitely sees that he's attractive. But her kid (girl or boy) happens to quickly become Jack's BFF and this causes natural interactions and conversations between her and Hotch over the next few weeks which makes the other moms salty and jealous, and she overhears them at one point speculating that she probably told her kid to befriend Jack just so she could get closer to Hotch. I didn't really think of an ending for it but just had an idea of a scene where she's trying to remain calm and unaffected while overhearing them talking about her and giving side eye. Maybe Hotch hears it too and comes to her defense? Or makes them even saltier by asking her out in front of them? đ @nyxwolph thank you for requesting this! I did adjust a little bit, so I hope you like it!!
Aaron Hotchner x Single Mom! Reader
Angst/Fluff
Word count: 3569
REQUESTS ARE OPEN - not edited - please be kind. Requests are open and feedback is welcome if it's constructive!
Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI, some explicit language, reader is a single mom, mention of divorce, school moms being shitty, mention of Hotchâs ex father-in-law being ill, no use of y/n, Fem reader, reader has no physical description other than being shorter than hotch, reader is mentioned/implied to own a shop (no details), gay best friend, Hotch starts work at 8am (idk what the BAU hours are lmao) let me know if I missed any!
I do not consent to having my work translated or reposted to any other site. That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.
The moms were ruthless. You were barely three months into the school year and already you had been completely ostracized from the âmom group.â Part of you had assumed it was because the majority of these moms had all caught wind of your very public, messy divorce. The other part of you, however, knew that the main reason youâd been exiled was him.
Aaron HOTTIE Hotchner, as the other moms called him, had taken Ms. Jensonâs third grade class by storm. Meet the teacher night had been a frenzy of horny moms all praying their child ended up in the same class as Aaronâs son. There were hushed conversations and giggles, and hair flips all night long, you had felt bad for the teachers since their presentations had fallen second to the gossip travelling through the halls about the hot single dad.
âI heard he works for the FBI!â
âI heard heâs a widower. Could you even imagine?â
âWow. He must be pretty amazing, a single dad and working for the FBI!â
âCan we be real for a moment and just admire how hot he is?â
âDid you see his hands?â
âYes! Did you see his suit? I love a well-dressed man.â
They were vultures, every single one of them, and Aaron was their newest victim. He, of course, had been completely oblivious to the blatant flirting â he returned every advance they made with a kind smile or polite nod. And listen, you werenât going to deny that Aaron was hotâŚyou just werenât trying to be like those other moms and gush about it at meet the teacher night.
Your being excluded by the class moms had only gotten worse since Jack and Millie had become friends. Millie had told you on the first day of school, that a boy had pushed her down on the playground, and before you could panic, she told you that a different boyâŚone named JackâŚhad helped her up. She said after that, they sat together at lunch and read aloud.
You could barely contain you excitement. Since the divorce, Millie had been having a tough time making friends â mainly because the moms told their kids to stay away. Your ex had been quite cozy with some of the moms at Millieâs last school and you had eventually found out he was sleeping with one of them. Once the divorce was finalized and you had full custody, youâd moved and that meant a new school for Millie.
Realistically that shouldâve been the end of the drama, but it just so happens that the girl who your husband slept withâŚwell her sisterâs child was in the same class as Millie. He of course was the kid that pushed Millie down on the first day of school.
It shouldnât have bothered you, their constant whispersâŚbut it had you seething. This was an everyday occurrence now that you drove Jack home. The moms all waiting for dismissal engaging in hushed conversations about how desperate you must be.
âI bet she told her daughter to befriend his son.â
âWhat a sad way to get his attention.â
âWell, I mean, her ex did cheatâŚso sheâs probably desperate.â
âSheâs ridiculous if you ask me.â
This new development has begun exactly two weeks ago. Jack and Millie had been on their sixth playdate â this had been the first one Aaron had been able to host (due to work obvi) which had led to you staying and the two of you talking about how demanding his work schedule must be. He had told you it kept him pretty busy and that his sister-in-law had been extremely helpful, but with her father falling ill, she was growing increasingly busy.
âYou know, I could drive Jack. If youâre comfortable with it.â You offered.
âI couldnât possibly ask that of you!â Aaron panicked.
âItâs a good thing you didnât askâŚIâm offering. I already have to drive to the school to get Millie, I could grab Jack and the two of them could hang out until you are off work. And if your sister-in-law ever canât watch him while youâre away, know that I am more than willing.â You punctuated with a kind smile.
âWhat if I take them to school, I donât need to be at work until eight, and then you could pick them up? That way it is even. Obviously when Iâm out of town, which wouldnât necessarily be possible, but I could coordinate with Jess andâŚâ Aaron was spiraling.
âAaron. If you want to take them to school when youâre in town, that would be great. That would allow me the time I need in the shop before opening. When you are out of town, if Jack is staying with me, I will take them to and from school â if heâs with Jess, she doesnât have to worry about Millie okay?â You suggested.
âYouâre a godsend. You know that?â Aaron said, a smile growing on his face.
âYeah well, Jack has been an incredible friend to Millie, and I would love for them to spend more time together. Plus, the house has been so quiet and, I donât know. It would be nice to have the kids there.â There was a slight cringe that was brought with the insinuation of your divorce.
âI appreciate it either way.â Aaron gently nudged your shoulder.
So, for the last two weeks, Aaron had been driving the kids to school and you had been picking them up. He shockingly had yet to be called on a caseâŚbut you knew it was only a matter of time.
Aaron was called away a few days later, he had let you know that Jess would be watching Jack. That had sent a tinge of pain right to your heart. In truth, you were attracted to Aaron, and the more time you spent with him, you were starting to fall for him. You tried not to focus too much on the fact that heâd sent Jack to stay with JessâŚchalking up to the fact that Aaron probably didnât want to burden you â even though he could never.
You didnât hear from Aaron until nearly two weeks later.
A: Hey, we just got back from this case. Iâll pick Millie up in the morning for school. Are you good to pick up Jack after?
Y: Hey! Yeah I can pick them up tomorrow. I have to take Millie to get her cleats and shin guards for soccer, is it okay if Jack tags along?
A: I totally forgot soccer starts next weekend. If I sent some money in Jackâs backpack could you pick up his stuff too?
Y: Of course! Will you be late tomorrow?
A: Probably, after a case like this, thereâs a lot of paperwork to be done. I will try to be there by 7pm if thatâs okay.
Y: 7 is fine, we will get homework done and I will feed them and have Jack all ready for you!
A: Thank you. Seriously I donât know what Iâd do without you.
The next day you arrived at the school at 2:45 pm to pick up the kids. You parked your car like always and stood in wait with the other parents. You were checking your phone to see where the nearest sporting goods store was when one of the dads approached you.
âHey, is Millie ready for soccer to start?â
âOh, hey Scott! Yeah she is so excited! What about Macy?â You questioned.
âSheâs nervous, but she told me she was glad Millie and Jack were playing too. Michael was really bummed that the girls werenât in a class together this year.â Scott explained.
âI was too! How is Michael? We should all have dinner some time!â You suggested.
âHeâs good, and I am sure he would love to have you and your new beau over for a meal â I will talk to him when we get home!â Scott beamed.
âNew beauâŚwhat are you talking about? Do you mean Aaron? He and I, weâre notâŚâ You stuttered.
âDonât worry, itâs okay! You should be bragging to all those bitches that you bagged the hot DILF! Donât let them spoil something good for you hon.â Scott gently squeezed your arm.
Just as you opened your mouth to reply, the kids came running out. Macy ran to hug her dad while Jack and Millie made their way to you. Both kids hugged you and then said their goodbyes to Macy. You moved to grab their hands and guide them to the car, but not without catching the glares from all the moms. They mustâve heard Scott and you talkingâŚand while you and Aaron werenât dating, it didnât hurt to let them believe it for a bit.
After getting the kids soccer gear, you took them home and got them started on their homework and gave them some apple slices. You checked a few emails, changed the washer and dryer, and wrote up your grocery list in the meantime.
When they were done with their homework, you checked their work and then quizzed them on their spelling words. By then it was nearly 5:30 pm, you set the two of them up in the living room with a coloring book and some Legos while you got dinner started. You made some grilled chicken, mashed potatoes, and green beans â for the kids, you added some cheese to the potatoes and cut up the chicken â setting that on the table for them alongside a glass of chocolate milk.
âKids, time for dinner!â You hollered.
âComing mom!â Millie called.
You were about 10 minutes into dinner when a knock sounded from the front door. You excused yourself and walked over to let Aaron in.
âHey, we were just having dinner, can I get you a plate?â You offered.
âOh, as long as itâs not an imposition!â Aaron replied.
âAaron, how many times do I have to tell you that itâs not an imposition. I like having you around.â You stopped abruptly, embarrassed that youâd let that slip. âI mean, you know, itâs nice that Millie and Jack are friendsâŚI uh. IâŚâ
âI know what you mean. And I like having you around too.â He said, finally stepping fully into the house.
Aaron placed a gentle hand on the small of your back to guide you toward the kitchen. You plated him up some food and he joined you at the table, sitting right beside you. You couldnât help the growing heat that bloomed on your cheeks as his arm brushed against your own. The room was filled with the playful chatter of the eight-year-olds that sat across from you, giggles escaping them as they recounted the events of their day at school.
Glancing over, you noticed the joy radiating from Aaronâs expression. You hadnât seen him this genuinely happy in all the time youâve known him, and you wonder if it is because he doesnât get to relax like this often. The thought allows your mind to drift even further â splaying images of cooking for the four of you all the time, of late nights cuddled with Aaron and even further into the future, welcoming a new child to the family youâve curatedâŚonly it's all in your head.
âYou alright?â Aaron whispers. His warm breath against your ear causes a chill to cascade across your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
âYeah, Iâm good. Sorry, just lost in thought.â
âHey mom, is Jackâs dad going to be my new dad?â Millie posed, causing you to choke on the bite of chicken youâd just taken.
âWoah, sweetheart youâre okay, just breathe!â Aaron patted your back gently. âHere, take a sip of water.â
Taking a swig, the chicken makes its way down. âMillsâŚbaby where did you get that idea?â
âWell Rain said that his mom said that you were moving in on Jackâs dad, and I thought that if we were moving in, then that would make him my new dad!â Millie smiled.
It was Aaron who choked this time, only it was on his water, causing some of it to certainly escape through his nose. He pulled his napkin to his face as he coughed in an attempt to clear his airway.
âAarâŚbreathe.â You returned the favor of patting him gently on the back. âAre you okay?â
He answered with a nod and allowed a chuckle to escape his mouth before looking up to meet your gaze. Aaron wasnât ignorant of the fact that the other moms had been eyeing him since the beginning of the year, he just hadnât realized that theyâd gone after you due to your budding closeness.
âMillie, Rainâs mom is just kidding. Jackâs dad and I are becoming good friends, like you and Jack, and they donât like that, so theyâre saying some not so nice things.â You explained.
âOhâŚokay.â Millie said, a small pout gracing her features.
A pout that pulled on not only yours, but also Aaronâs heartstrings. He allowed himself a glance in your direction and took careful note of the hurt and disappointment that flashed across your own features briefly. Was it possible you felt more than you were letting on?
Six days later you received a call at four in the morning. It hadnât been the thing to wake you up, but it came as a surprise, nonetheless.
âHello?â
âHey, I just got a call about a time sensitive case and Jess is dealing with her dad. Would you mind taking Jack while I am away?â
âAaron, of course! Do you need me to come and get him?â
âNo, I will get a bag together for him and drop him off on my way to the office. I am going to leave you with a key to my place just in case Jack needs anything. Thank you for doing this, seriously it means a lot.â
âItâs really not a problem, I will have a bed made up for him by the time you get here.â
âThanks sweetheart, see you soon.â
With that, Aaron hung up, and for the second time you were taken by surprise at the pet name he so casually referred to you by. You had to remind yourself not to swoon. It wouldnât do you any good to get into your thoughts about the meaning behind his slip of the tongue.
Jack Hotchner was the most wonderful child you have the privilege of knowing â aside from Millie of course. He was polite and he listened with no pushback. He helped Millie with her chores (cleaning up her toys and putting her clothes in the laundry basket), he didnât complain, and he just exuded this kindness and joy that brought an extra bit of warmth to your home.
You could see Millie becoming attached and you feared her heart would break once Jack had to go back home. You only hoped that sheâd understand that although Jackâs presence isnât currently permanent, theyâd still get to see each other all the time.
Jack stayed with you for five nights, Aaron surprised you all by showing up with a pizza on Saturday evening.
The three of you had been cuddled up on the couch watching Inside Out 2 when the doorbell rang. You shuffled over to the door in your sweats and fuzzy socks to see Aaron standing there in a quarter zip and jeans. Good God, heâs never looked so good.
âAaron!â You couldnât hide your excitement.
âSurprise! I brought pizza, I hope cheese is okay.â He inquired.
âCheese is perfect.â You confirmed. âKids, dinner is here!â
âDad!â
Jack ran to embrace his father. Millie, however, stormed off to her room. You were quick to throw Aaron an apologetic glance, before following her down the hall.
âMillsâŚwhatâs wrong honey?â
Millie replied with a grumble in her pillow and a shake of her head.
âBaby, I canât help if you donât tell me.â
âItâs not fair. Jack doesnât have a mom, and I donât have a dad. But when you and Mr. Aaron are together it feels like a normal family. How come you guys canât just be together?â Millie cried.
âOh, honey. Itâs not that simple bug. Mr. Aaron, well heâs a busy man and I justâŚâ You trailed off.
âDonât you like him?â
âMills, yeah I like him, but like I said, itâs not that simple. Even if he liked me back, that wouldnât just make us a family, it would take some time for us to get serious and then weâd have to decide if that was the right step for us.â
âIt is the right step! You guys like each other, and Jack and I get alongâŚmommy itâs perfect! You could be Jackâs mom and Mr. Aaron could be my new dad.â Millie said matter-of-factly.
âOh honey, is this about your dad?â You pulled Millie into a hug.
âNo! He wasnât nice to me like Mr. Aaron is. Mom I want Mr. Aaron to be my dad.â She whispered as tears stained her cheeks.
âI know honey, me tooâŚme too.â You pressed a kiss to her head. âBaby lets go have some pizza and enjoy our time with Jack and Mr. Aaron, yeah?â
âOkay.â
That night, something shifted. Aaron and you had begun spending more time together, going to soccer practices and games together, taking the kids to the park, the movies, pottery painting places, dinner at your house, game night at his. Aaron had also exclusively been asking you to take Jack while he was away on cases â claiming Jessâ father was getting worse.
Two months passed like this, and things had started to feel very domestic. Millie was asking more and more about Jack being her brother and Aaron her father and you had to explain that even though they werenât related, even by marriage, that friends could be considered family too.
Once again you were taking care of Jack while Aaron was out of town on a case, only this time it was a little different. Your car was in the shop, so Aaron had let you borrow his car, and today was the last day of school before winter break. The schoolyard was buzzing with anticipation of the final bell, parents were discussing their vacation plans with one another while waiting.
You has been talking to Scott and Michael when Becca approached you.
âYou know, I think itâs a sick thing youâve done, using your daughter to help you prey on a vulnerable man.â She hissed.
âExcuse me? What the hell are you talking about?â You shot back.
âAaron. You had Millie befriend Jack and for what so you could trick Aaron into going out with you? Itâs truly despicable behavior. Heâs a good man and he deserves someone who is genuine.â Becca spewed.
âI donât know where you get off, talking to me like that, but I can assure you â â
âBecca, Iâd really appreciate it if you didnât speak to my girlfriend that way. She is the kindest most genuine person I have ever met, and every day she shows me how much she cares for and loves Jack and me. So back off, and maybe donât speak on things you donât know anything about.â Aaron bit as his arm snuck its way around your waist, pulling you flush against him.
âI KNEW IT!â Scott shouted.
Becca stormed off with a huff and you turned around to see Aaron wearing a shit eating grin. You couldnât help but be overwhelmed with disbelief at the fact that Aaron was here right now, heâd stuck up for you, and heâd called you his girlfriend. Yeah, you were fairly sure your brain had short circuited.
âGirlfriend?â Your gaze lifted to meet his.
âYou know, Iâd been meaning to ask.â He grinned down at you. âWhat do you say?â
âYes! Of course!â
Aaron closed the gap between you and captured your lips in a kiss. All the while the moms scoffed and huffed in disbelief that you truly had taken Aaron HOTTIE Hotchner off the market. And before you had a chance to pull away, Jack and Millie came bounding over just in time to catch the last bit of your kiss.
âDoes this mean Mr. Aaron can finally be my dad?â Millie asked.
Aaron leaned down to Millieâs level âMills, I would love nothing more than to be your dad, but we have to take things slow okay? Your mom and I have a lot of grown-up decisions to make before that can happen, so I need you to be patient. Can you do that for me?â
âI can do that!â
You leaned down in front of Jack, wanting to ensure heâs included in all this. âWhat do you think Jack? Would you be okay with me and your dad being together? It means you and Millie will be together a lot more often.â
âWill you eventually be my mom then?â
âIf your dad and I choose to get married eventually, then yeah, Iâd be your stepmom.â You explained.
âI think youâd be a really good mom.â Jack wrapped his arms around you.
Aaron and you may have only just made things official, but in the last five or so months, youâd both fallen for each other. Sometimes, things are just right, and all the pieces fall into place naturally. And for the first time in a long time, you couldnât wait to see where this leads.
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october 7th | aaron hotchner x fem!reader
contains: nsfw 18+, no use of y/n, thigh riding, praising, porn without plot.
word count: 1.0k
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you could feel the heat radiating from aaron's body, the warmth of his skin searing through the layers of clothing that separated you. your hands roamed over his broad shoulders, feeling the muscles tense and release beneath your fingertips as he adjusted his hold on you. his breathing grew ragged, matching yours, and you knew that he was feeling the same all-consuming desire that was coursing through your own body.
his hand slipped under your shirt, his fingertips grazing the soft skin of your stomach. the contact sent a bolt of electricity through you, making your hips jerk against his thigh. the wet spot on your panties grew larger, the fabric sticking to your cunt as your arousal pooled. you could feel the beginnings of a dampness spreading on his dress pants, and the realization that you were affecting him so viscerally was intoxicating.
you pulled back for a moment, your eyes searching his for any sign of hesitation. but all you saw was a mirror of the desire that was burning in your own gaze. his eyes were dark with want, his pupils dilated with lust. without a word, you reached down and began to unbutton his shirt, your trembling hands exposing the tanned, well-defined chest that lay beneath. your palms flattened against his bare skin, feeling the rapid beat of his heart.
his hands gripped your waist firmly, guiding you onto his thigh. you moaned into his mouth as the pressure increased, the fabric of your panties providing little barrier to the heat of his skin. he shifted slightly, adjusting his position so that his leg was more firmly wedged between yours. the friction was exquisite, and you moved your hips in a slow, deliberate circle, relishing the sensation.
his hands slid up to your ribcage, his thumbs tracing the line of your breasts just above the fabric of your bra. the anticipation was agonizing, a sweet torment that had you arching your back and pressing closer to him. he broke the kiss to trail his lips down your neck, nipping gently at the sensitive skin just below your ear. you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders as his hands finally cupped your breasts, squeezing gently before thumbing your hardened nipples through the material.
his touch was like a brand, searing your skin with the heat of his desire. your movements grew more urgent, your hips grinding against his thigh in a silent plea for more. the dampness between your legs grew, the fabric of your panties now completely soaked. you could feel his own arousal, straining against the confines of his pants, and the knowledge that you had this power over him was a heady aphrodisiac.
"you're so wet for me," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "are you going to cum like this?"
his words were like a bolt of lightning, illuminating the darkened room and sending a jolt of excitement through your body. your cheeks flushed with arousal as you nodded, unable to form coherent words. his praise was a sweet symphony to your ears, fueling the fire that raged within you. you could feel the tension coiling tighter, your body poised on the edge of an exquisite precipice.
he chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent shivers down your spine. "you're so beautiful when you're like this," he whispered, his breath hot against your neck. his hands moved to the clasp of your bra, deftly releasing it. the fabric fell away, revealing your breasts to the cool air. his eyes raked over them, a look of pure admiration in his gaze. "so perfect," he murmured, before leaning in to claim one with his mouth.
his tongue swirled around your nipple, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. your back arched, pushing your breast further into his mouth as you moaned his name. his praise was like a drug, heightening every sensation until you felt like you were floating on a cloud of pure ecstasy. you reached up, tangling your fingers in his hair, holding him closer as he switched to the other breast, giving it the same exquisite attention.
the pressure between your legs was unbearable, the friction of your soaked panties against his thigh driving you wild. your hips moved faster, chasing the release that was just out of reach. aaron's hand slid down to grip your hip, holding you in place as he grinned against your skin, knowing exactly what he was doing to you. "that's it," he encouraged, his voice a low rumble. "cum for me, baby."
his thumb found your clit through the wet fabric, applying just the right amount of pressure. the world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you and the pulsing need between your legs. your moan grew louder, his name falling from your lips like a prayer. "aaron," you gasped, your voice trembling. "yes, yes, yes."
his mouth moved to your other breast, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak. your eyes rolled back in your head as your orgasm crested, your body shuddering with pleasure. his strong hands supported you, holding you tightly as your legs gave out. the muscles in his arms flexed, keeping you from falling as you rode the wave of ecstasy. your hips bucked against his thigh, the friction sending you spiraling over the edge.
you moaned his name, the sound a desperate plea that seemed to echo in the quiet room. the tension in your body released in a cascade of sensation, your muscles tightening around nothing as you came. he held you through it all, his own desire palpable in the tension of his grip. as the tremors subsided, you leaned heavily against him, panting for breath.
his thighs, thick and strong, remained firm beneath you, unyielding even as your body had been reduced to a trembling mess. the feeling of his muscles against your soaked panties was almost too much, but you couldn't bring yourself to move away. his hands smoothed over your back, his thumbs tracing soothing circles as you caught your breath. the room was thick with the scent of arousal, your cheek rested against his chest, the steady thump of his heart a comforting beat that matched the rhythm of your own.
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