The first light of the morning wakes you up. Slowly, you open your eyes. You hear another person breathing next to you. Hotch lies on his stomach, arms and legs spread out, evidently fast asleep. You smile at the sight and glace at your phone: Still half an hour before your alarm rings.
You decide to let Hotch sleep, he looks way too relaxed to wake him just yet. Careful to not make any loud noise, you get up. You tiptoe to the bathroom and wash your face. When you look at your naked chest, you see hickeys that Hotch left there. Good on him that they are not on your neck.
Back in your bedroom, you put on a shirt and some sweatpants. You go to the kitchen and close the bedroom door behind you. You get two smoothies out of your fridge and make some fresh coffee. Unfortunately, you don't have any caramel sauce at hand. You decide to come through for Hotch and get a pan and some sugar. First, you melt some butter, then you add a shit ton of sugar. You push it around the pan until you have enough caramel for his coffee.
You get a glass and drizzle the caramel around the inside. He really made you go full barista on him. You add the coffee and some foamed milk on top.
With the smoothies in one hand and his caramel-latte in the other, you reenter the bedroom. Hotch is still out.
You put a smoothie and his coffee on the bedside table and sit down next to him. The mattress dents in your direction and Hotch moves in his sleep. You start to run your fingers through your hair until he starts to wake up. At first, he smiles under your touch, but you see the panic in his eyes when he lifts his head.
"Aaron, its me." You say calmly. He still seems to be vigilant about…well, everything. You need to work on that with him.
"Oh." He takes a deep breath and sits up.
"Hey." You smile at him.
When your gaze wanders from his face to his neck and chest, you see the hickeys YOU left on him.
"Ooops." You touch his purple and blue skin.
He looks down on himself. For a moment you think he will be mad, but he just smiles.
Your alarm rings and you turn it off.
"What time is it?" Hotch asks with his delicious morning voice.
"Time to get up." You kiss him and point at his coffee.
Aaron stares at it: "Did you make that?"
"Yeah." You hand it to him.
He mutters something under his breath and takes a sip.
"What was that?" You raise your eyebrows.
His cheeks flush, but he answers: "I said, no one has done that for me."
Your eyes get sad: "Really?"
He shakes his head.
"Well, you should stay over for often then." You smile.
Hotch raises his eyes from his coffee to look at you. You can see that he liked to hear that.
You let him drink his coffee and get up to change. Your sweatpants and shirt land on the bed next to him. Just in your underwear, you remember your smoothie. You open it and down it in one go. You feel Hotch looking at you.
"You have more tattoos?" He looks at your exposed skin.
You grin: "You did not notice?"
He clears his throat: "No, I – I was distracted."
You lift your right arm, so that he can see the tattoo that's on the inside of the upper arm.
"A moth?" He asks between two sips.
You nod: "If you find out what it refers to, you get a blowjob."
He coughs out his coffee, before he blurts out: "Alright!"
"And on your shoulder?"
You turn around: "Bouquet of lavender."
After that little show and tell, you open your wardrobe. You put on a dark green pullover and a grey blazer that you combine with a black jean. Then you get some golden rings and put several on both hands.
"I need fresh clothes." Hotch states.
"Oh, right."
You pull out an oversized dress shirt that should fit him just fine. Then you find some boxers and a tie. Hotch come over to you and takes the clothes that you offer him.
He puts on the boxers: "Why do you have those?"
"I like to wear them when I'm at home." You explain.
"And the shirt and tie?"
You smile. Does he think the're from another man?
"Haven't you notice how I roll up the hem of my pants?"
Confused, he furrows his eyebrows.
"Sweater Weather?"
He just shakes his head.
"I'm Bi, Aaron. I like to wear that stuff."
"Oh." He laughs.
You both are interrupted when your phone rings.
"Shit." You mutter and pick up.
"Heyyy." You greet. Spencer, you mouth to Hotch.
"Hey. I'll be on my way in a few, alright?"
You panic a little: "Ehm. You know what, Spence. Hotch will drive me."
"Why?"
"He decided to come over this morning to apologize."
Hotch's mouth open and closes a few times while you just grin at him.
"Finally!" Spencer exclaims. "See you at the office then."
"Alright, bye Spence."
"Apologize?" Hotch asks as soon as you hang up.
"Yeah, for being - how did you put it? – distant." You wink.
"And Spencer noticed?"
"Sure, Aaron. You do realize we are profilers, right?"
He just shakes his head and gets ready for work.
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Hotch and you are alone in the elevator. On the way up you put your hand on the small of his back. You both don't talk, just smile. Your clothes fit him well. He actually looks pretty good. The dress shirt barely covers up his hickey, Aaron adjusts the collar several times.
When the doors open and you put your hand back to your side, you lean towards him and whisper: "You look hot in my clothes."
His poker face slips, he looks flustered. You smirk, satisfied.
Entering the bullpen, Hotch gives you a small smile and goes up to his office. After your coat and bag are on the table, you walk over to Spencer's desk.
He hands you back your keys: "Thanks for lending me your car."
You put it in your pocket: "Sure."
"Sooo…" He looks at you: "Hotch came over?"
"Yeah, I was surprised as well." You try your best not to have a shit eating grin on your face.
"How did it go?" Spencer leans towards you as if he knows there is more to it.
You shrug your shoulders: "I made him a coffee and he said he was sorry. He simply misses Rossi." At least a part of your statement is true.
JJ and Emily come in and save you from further questioning.
"Morning!" You call a little too relieved.
You smile at Spencer and get back to your desk. Morgan comes in next, and fist bumps you instead of simply saying good morning. It still makes you chuckle every time.
Since there is no active case for the team, JJ got files from other departments that requested a consultation. You all pile into the conference room, sitting around the table. Hotch also joins you after a few minutes. He looks like he wants to come over to you, but Emily and Spencer are already sitting on either side of you.
He sighs quietly and sits down next to Morgan.
"What have we got?" Aaron asks, looking at JJ.
"Two requests from Counterterrorism, three kidnappings, and a double homicide."
She slides the files around, everyone getting one, her and Emily looking at a kidnapping together.
You open the file of the double homicide. At first, you scan the pages for the important information. When you see who requested the consultation you start laughing. Hotch looks up and raises an eyebrow. Morgan looks at you, bewildered: "What's funny about a homicide?"
"Oh, no. That's not it." You explain: "I did not know that Sterling is back in office."
"Clarice Sterling?" Hotch asks.
"Yeah. I went to the FBI because of her. Its surreal that I get to do something at her request."
"I did not know that." JJ chimes in.
"You didn't ask." You counter.
"Touché."
You look back at the file, even more eager now.
Everyone works quietly after that.
A few times you glance at Hotch. No one notices his little ticks except you. The way he lets his fingers wander over the place you bit him in the chest yesterday. Or how he readjusts his collar now and then. For others it probably looks, like he simply absentmindedly lets his hand wander. But you know what's up. The corners of your mouth twitch every time you see it. It also turns you on.
You're halfway done when your stomach growls. You forgot that you haven't eating anything except the smoothie.
"Anybody else hungry?" You ask, looking up from the file.
Basically everybody frantically nods their head.
"Sushi?" You propose while getting up.
"Yes, please!" Emily and JJ say in union.
"Alright by me." Morgan replies.
Spencer nods hesitantly: "Yeah okay. But nothing raw for me."
"Gotcha." You smile.
Hotch looks at you without saying anything.
You look back at him: "Give me a hand?"
"Sure." He gets up as well. "Be back in a few." Aaron tells the team.
Back in the elevator you grin at him and press you fingers at the place on his chest he kept touching. He inhales sharply.
"Does it hurt?" You let go of it.
He shakes his head: "No…I just don't want to get hard at the office."
You laugh at his deadpan voice and steal a kiss from him before the doors open.
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With big bags of sushi, you get back into Hotch's car. This time he actually drives himself. You put the bags in the back seat and prop your elbow up at the window. Looking at DC flying by, you nod your head to the rhythm of Radiohead.
"How many guesses do I get?" Hotch suddenly asks.
"For what?" You look at him.
"About your tattoo." He grins but keeps looking at the street.
You turn down the music: "One."
"Fair enough." His hands clench the steering wheel.
"So?"
He clears his throat: "Well, you basically said it earlier."
You turn to look at him.
"Clarice Starling." He states. "You said you went to the FBI because of her. The moths were important for her first big case."
You clap your hands: "Well done."
He side-eyes you when you put your left hand on his thigh. When you grab his crotch, he steps on the brakes a little too hard.
"Hell, are you trying to get us killed?" He breathes out.
"I just want to keep up my part of the bargain." You tell him innocently.
"Now?!"
You palm his dick, it's getting hard already. "Should I stop?"
His knuckles turn white because he is grabbing the steering wheel so hard now.
"Aaron. I said, should I stop?"
You stop at a traffic light.
He fully looks at you: "No."
Cocky you tell him: "That's what I thought."
Quickly you open the zipper of his pants and the buttons in the front of his – well your – boxers.
Hotch breathes in sharply when you take his bare cock in your hand.
"Fuck." He mutters.
"This mouth of yours." It makes you wet to hear him talk like that. It's so out of character.
He pulls into the main parking lot. You look around and point to the far end where almost no cars are parked. Letting go of his dick you grab your bag. You pull out a condom.
Hotch turns the engine off and takes off his seat belt.
You open the condom with your mouth: "I have no problem doing it without, but I thought you don't want to risk having cum stains on your suit."
Aaron laughs and nods. You hold the eye contact until your face is close to his exposed cock. Then you spit on it. "Holy shit." Hotch grabs your hair.
You spread the spit all over his dick before you roll the condom over it.
Slowly you let your lips sink onto the tip. Aaron lets out a stifled moan. You can tell that he is holding back. Bending further over the middle console, you take his dick down your throat. You hear how Hotch puts his hand over his mouth, his head hitting the head rest.
You bob your head up and down a few times. Aaron still manages to keep relatively quit.
When you look up, you are blessed with a beautiful sight. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes shut closely, mouth hanging open.
You let go of his cock and he groans. Your lips close to his ears, you whisper: "I want to hear you. I want the whole FBI to know how hard I make SSA Hotchner cum."
Obediently, he nods.
When you don't move, he adds: "Please touch me. I will be a good boy."
Roughly, you kiss his lips and stroke through his hair. Then you bend down again.
This time you set a faster pace from the outset.
Aarons breathing hitches. His left hand hits the window, looking for something to hold onto. Carefully, you let your teeth graze his cock before you fully take it in again.
This time Hotch doesn't hold back. He lets out an obscenely loud moan.
You're so wet by now that you really want to fuck him right here.
But you also like your job. This is already risky enough.
With one hand you fondle his balls, while slowly licking his dick up and down. You squeeze them a bit and go faster. Hotch is a moaning mess by now; Trying to say your name but being unable to get out a full word. His dick twitches and with another loud moan he fills the condom.
You lift your head and stroke his cock a few times with your hand while his body tenses up. When he opens his eyes, you carefully take off the condom and knot it up. You take out a package of tissues. One you hand to Aaron; another you roll around the used condom.
Hotch is still catching his breath while cleaning his dick. Carefully he tucks it back in his pants.
He leans over to you and kisses you deeply. You stroke his chin.
"That was…" His eyes dart between your lips and your eyes.
You grin: "We should head back inside."
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Everyone cheers when you put the sushi on the table.
"Traffic?" Reid asks.
"Huh?" You furrow your brows.
"With your average driving speed and the distance to the sushi place, you should have arrived ten minutes ago."
Hotch's eyes nervously dart to you.
You, on the other hand, stay calm: "Hotch drove. And you know how slow he drives."
You see how Reid does the math: "Still, you should…"
"Hush, Reid. Just eat."
For once, you are thankful for Morgan interrupting him.
After you finish eating, you take your file and get up: "I'll finish this at my laptop."
Everyone just nods.
It's difficult not to stare at Hotch. You still have a lot of bottled-up sexual excitement in you. Just when you start typing, your phone vibrates. It's a message from him.
For the record, I did not expect this.
You smile.
For the record, I'm aware of that.
You look in the direction of the conference room, but you cannot see Hotch. Your phone vibrates again.
For the record, I've been picturing your body, draped over the sofa, wearing nothing but my hands.
Your thighs clench together. He's bold. You like it.
You look at the time. You all have to stay here a few more hours.
My place at 7.
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You have to take Reid home before you can go home yourself. It's Friday and time for his Dostoyevsky reading marathon. You ask him which book he will read first and he tells you all about is, excited by your question. Just when he finishes, you pull up next to his apartment. "Have a good weekend, Reid."
"Thanks, you too."
He closes the door, and you drive off.
It's 6:30 when you get to your apartment. You decide to take quick shower, without getting your hair wet. You put on a shirt and the jeans you wore today. A quick scan of the room makes you rearrange the pillows on your sofa and turn on a few small lights instead of the bright one on the ceiling.
At exactly 7 your doorbell rings. You buzz Hotch in and hear him quickly climbing the stairs.
He is wearing casual clothes, so he apparently went home to change. His hickeys are now showing. You really like to see him like this. Less serious; it makes him seem younger.
Well, he looks like his actual age and not ten years older that the grim face puts on him.
"Hey." He smiles at you.
You grab his arm and pull him inside. You push him against the door and lock it with one hand. His hands are immediately on you, pulling you into his embrace. He kisses down your neck and throat.
"You drive me insane." He murmurs against your skin.
"Good." You push your body against him even harder.
You find his lips and pull his hair. He groans into your mouth. You use that to push your tongue between his lips. Hotch circles his tongue around yours. You pull back and bite his lip.
He grabs the back site of your thighs: "Can I?"
"What, darling?" You smile at him.
"I'd like to carry you."
It's sweet of him to ask that, considering you fucked him into oblivion yesterday.
"Sure." You jump a little and he lifts you up. Your legs around his waist he carries you towards the back of the couch. You rub against him, trying to create friction between your legs.
He lets you down and you lean against the sofa. With one hand you grab his shoulder and push him down. Willingly he gets onto his knees before you. He opens the button of your jeans and pushes it down your legs. You raise your feet, and he takes it off completely. He kisses your thighs, drawing circles on your skin with his thumbs.
Hotch looks up at you, like he is asking for permission. You bend down to kiss him and guide his hands to the hem of the boxers you are wearing. He pushes them down as well. You decide to play into the fantasy he described earlier and take off your shirt as well, leaving you completely naked. Indeed, only wearing his hands.
He starts to get hot and gets rid of his sweater and shirt. He puts his thumb into his mouth and wets it before finding your clit and rubbing it. You let out a moan and lean further back over the backrest. With one hand you grab his hair and pull his face towards you core. His hands push your thighs apart a little wider. Enthusiastically he starts to lick you up and down. Your thighs clench around his head.
You are so wet already, just thinking about what you did earlier…And now him on the floor in front of you.
"Aaron." You moan. "Take off your pants."
He gets up and throws his pants somewhere behind him. His hard dick bounces against his stomach.
You waste no more time and guide him to your entrance. Leaning back again, you give him access to your pussy. He steps closer and grabs your waist.
Hotch stares into your eyes while slowly sliding into you. Your head falls back. He fills you up completely and stretches you just the perfect amount.
"Shit…" He moans loudly. You're satisfied that he doesn't hold back this time. You both are worked up, you're done teasing.
"Fuck me, Hotch." You demand.
He starts to move, his grip on your hips tightening. You use your muscles to rhythmically clench around him. You see the effect that has on him in his eyes. His mouth falls open.
His thrusts get faster. You move your hip downwards so that he brushes your g-spot. With one hand you grab the back of his neck to hold yourself up. His hands start to wander over your chest, simultaneously they grab your tits. He carefully caresses your nipples.
"Harder." You demand, before moving your chin forward so that he can kiss you.
He starts to fuck you harder as well as grabbing your chest roughly.
"Fuck yes!" You exclaim, eyes rolling back.
Aaron lets out another moan, his movements becoming sloppy.
Your eyes fly open: "When are you allowed to cum?"
He holds his breath for a second, before answering: "When you tell me."
"Good boy." You praise him.
His jaw clenches as he fucks you even faster. One of his hands flies to your clit, the other holding your shoulder. You feel your orgasm approach quickly. Your stomach tightens and your pussy clenches around his dick. You grind down on him, maximizing the friction.
When he pinches your nipple you cum. Hard.
"Yes, fuck, Aaron." You moan with closed eyes. You are barely come down from your orgasm when you look at him. Sweat on his forehead. Obviously trying extremely hard not to cum without your permission.
You grab his hair and pull on it until his head bends backwards. Without letting go of it you clench your other hand around his exposed throat. You barely apply any pleasure as Aaron is already breathing heavily.
His eyes are on your face, his pupils not able to focus. You lean to his ear: "Cum for me."
He groans and his body tenses. His legs almost give out beneath him, and he leans onto your chest to not collapse. His hips jerk a few more times, before he stills. Only his chest rising and falling.
After about a minute he pulls out of you.
You take is face into your hands and kiss him.
"Was that okay for you?" You ask him.
"Oh yeah." He chuckles. "That was one of the most intense orgasms I ever had."
You smile widely: "Good."
Grabbing his hand, you propose: "Wanna take a bath?"
You lean against the back of the bathtub, enjoying the hot water. The lavender shampoo that you generously poured into it, fills the whole bathroom with a relaxing scent.
Aaron stands next to the bathtub.
"Come on." You offer him your hand. He takes it and gets in. When he goes to sit on the other side, you grab his hip. He looks at you surprised.
You pull him towards you, and he sits down in front of you, leaning against your chest; allowing you to play with his hair.
Relaxed he closes his eyes.
"You look beautiful." You tell him, gaze wandering over his face and chest.
Surprised he looks up at you. Apparently, this is also something that no one did for him; complementing him with something other than handsome. It's no surprise then that he reacts so much to you praising him.
You kiss his temple: "Would you like to stay for the weekend?"
He turns between your legs, so that he can properly look at you: "I'd love to."