You wake up alone in your bed. It's kind of weird, not having Aaron around in the morning. You still enjoy having some time to yourself.
You go through your morning routine and make it to your car at quarter past seven. Halfway to Spencer's apartment, you call him to let him know you're almost there.
When you pull up, he is waiting on the sidewalk.
"Want to grab some coffee on the way?" You ask as soon as he sits down.
He fumbles with his seatbelt before he says: "Yes, that would be great."
"Alright." You drive off and stop at the Starbucks closest to headquarters.
After you ordered for you two, Spencer asks: "Are we not going to get one for Hotch?"
It makes you grin: "No, he probably will bring his own."
Spencer nods and stays quiet until you are back in the car.
"How long has this been going on? Between you and Hotch I mean."
You look at him for a second: "Do you want to know to confirm if you read my micro-expressions correctly?"
"I want to know because I'm your friend."
"You're my friend?" You smile.
"Yeah, why?"
"You never said that. It's nice."
After a pause you tell him: "After we got back from the Chicago case."
"Oh." He looks out the window.
"What did you think?"
He taps his fingers on his thighs. "Since the New York case."
"Why's that?"
"Because Hotch was jealous to see you with your ex. I thought maybe he finally admitted his feelings for you after that."
You whip your head around: "His feelings for me? Finally?"
Spencer raises an eyebrow at your reaction: "You didn't know?"
"I mean, I knew after he said the reason, he was so distant, was that he is attracted to me."
"And before that?" Spencer questions.
You shrug your shoulders: "I honestly thought he didn't like me."
"You're not very good at your job then."
"Hey! I simply don't profile my colleagues!"
That makes Spencer laugh: "If you say so."
"Okay, but how did you know before I did?" Now you are really curious.
"The way he positioned himself to you, or rather away from you. How his body would react to your presence before he could mask it. And his pupils, they dilate when you enter the room."
You fall silent after that. You grab the steering wheel harder and stare onto the road.
"I'm an idiot." You eventually mumble.
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You're making dinner in the kitchen when you hear the lock of your apartment door klick.
"Aaron?" You call.
"Yes!"
The door closes and you hear him take off his shoes.
He enters the kitchen still wearing his work attire, suit and all.
"Hey." He says in a softer voice.
You stared at his eyes since he walked into the room. Spencer was right, his pupils slightly dilated. It makes your stomach flutter.
"Hey yourself." You smile at him.
He goes to stand next to you and kisses your cheek.
"I got you something." You tell him and nod to the kitchen counter.
Hotch stares at the black and white paper bag that's on it.
"Go on."
Carefully, he opens it and gets out the sleek black and white box.
Again, he just looks at it. You fully turn to him and take his hands, pressing them around the box.
"It's a present. Now open it."
"When did you buy this?"
"Today, on the way home."
"You went to a Gucci store after work to get me a present?"
For some reason he is super confused.
"Yes, why is that so weird to you?"
He lets out a laugh: "I don't know. You always find a new way to make me be at a loss for words."
"You didn't even open it yet!" You get impatient. You're really excited to see if he likes it.
"Alright, alright." Hotch carefully opens the box. Inside is a black silk tie with a little golden bee embroidered right below the knot. You also got him a matching golden stickpin that has a lavender colored stripe in the middle. He takes it out and lets his fingers run over the fabric.
You see his eyes sparkle. Without saying anything, he takes off the tie he is wearing and puts on the one you got him. You take the stickpin and put it on.
Aaron gives you a bright smile: "It's already my favorite tie ever."
You kiss him: "I'm happy you like it. It looks really good on you."
"Thank you." He whispers while pressing his cheek to the side of your head.
For dinner, Hotch religiously puts the tie back in the box and changes into a sweater.
You bring two glasses of wine to the table and sit down.
While eating, you ask: "Would you like to join Spencer and me for movie night?"
"What movie?"
You shrug your shoulders: "I don't know. Spencer gets to decide."
He smiles: "So we are not going to the movies?"
"No." You shake your head. "We usually meet at mine or at Spencer's place."
"I see." Hotch takes another bite.
You drink some wine and wait for him to make up his mind.
He puts down his fork and looks at you: "I think, I would like that."
"Great." You squeeze his hand. "I'll let him know."
This time, you let Hotch take the plates and wash the dishes.
Meanwhile, you change into leggings and sit down on the couch.
When he sits down next to you, he puts his arm around your shoulders, and you lay your legs over his. With his free hand he draws circles on your thighs.
You lean your head against his chest.
"Would you like to watch something?" He asks quietly.
"Can we just sit here for a moment?" You press your side against his body.
You feel him nod and close your eyes.
You can't remember the last time you felt this relaxed. Feeling Aarons steady breathing, recognizing his familiar scent.
Then you remember what Spencer told you this morning.
It makes your heart beat faster, but it also scares you.
"Aaron?"
"Hmh?"
You feel the vibration of his voice against your chest.
You take a deep breath and raise your head to look at him: "When did you realize you have feelings for me?"
The question seems to take him by surprise, and he furrows his eyebrows.
You hold the eye contact and wait for an answer.
He clears his throat: "I realized it after some weeks working with you; but I was attracted to you pretty much since I first spoke with you."
Your lips twitch and you stroke the back of his neck. "You know, I saw you a few times at the academy."
Hotch's eyes widen and he leans back to have a better look at your face.
You nod and grin: "It was a few weeks before the end of the semester and I went to your lecture after that."
"No way!" He lets out a laugh.
"Oh yeah. I sat in the last row and basically just drooled over you for ninety minutes."
His cheeks get red: "That must have been…what? Ten years ago?"
"Eight."
He kisses your cheek: "Good thing you sat in the last row. I would have lost my mind having to teach while looking at you."
Him flirting like that catches you off guard and you giggle.
"I don't know about that. I was very tomboy at that time. You remember when I said I had the same haircut as Spencer?"
"Can I see a photo?"
"Oh no." You laugh. "Maybe when I had a little more wine."
Aaron jumps to his feet and gets the bottle from the fridge. He hands you a full glass and grins at you.
You shake your head and take it.
After you take a big sip, you tell him: "So, I had a big crush on you then. But with the years I kind of forgot about it. Now imagine my surprise when I checked out who SSA of the BAU is."
"Unbelievable." Hotch grins. "You really kept your cool. I had no idea."
"Yeah, me thinking you hate me kind of helped."
He clenches his jaw: "Sorry about that."
You kiss him, holding his face. His hands fly to your back, pressing you against his chest.
When you let go, you tell him: "I forgave you when you let me strap you to a radiator."
That makes him giggle, the high-pitched giggle you heard last when he was drunk.
After you finished your second glass of wine, Hotch asks you again to see photos of your time at the academy.
"Fine." You get up. Before you go to get it, you tell him: "But only if I get to see a photo of you as a prosecutor in a court room."
He nods: "Deal."
You return with your graduation picture, proudly showing your badge to the camera.
Hotch stares at it silently.
Eventually, he says: "Yep. Glad you didn't sit where I could see you."
You chuckle and put your chin on his shoulder to look at the photo as well. You basically had the same haircut as Reid has now, sides cut truly short, curly hair on top.
You wore noteworthy make-up. A thick eyeliner and crimson lipstick.
"I should wear lipstick to work." You remark.
"Oh, no." Hotch groans. "Your lips already distract me."
That comment lets heat rise in your core instantly.
You take the picture from him and swing your legs around, now straddling his lap.
"Really?" You murmur. "Why's that?"
His hands grab your hips: "I think you know why." Hotch looks up at you.
You grind down on his crotch: "I have no idea. Tell me."
He lets out a stifled moan.
"What was that?" You put your arms around his neck and lean back to look at him.
"Because…" You grind down on him again. "Jeez, because when I look at your lips like that, it makes me think of what you do to my dick with them." He exhales.
You bring your face close to his: "Dirty, dirty SSA Hotchner. Thinks of blowjobs at work."
Before he can say anything, you press your lips against his and roll your hips again.
Through his thin dress pants, you instantly can feel how he gets hard. He grabs your hair with one hand and tilts your head until he can kiss your throat and the side of your neck. You let out an appreciative hum, your hands wandering over his back.
You feel how Hotch's thighs tense. He presses you against his chest and gets up. You put your legs around him and let him carry you to the bedroom. In the hallway he asks: "You're like thirty pounds lighter than me, how the fuck are you able to carry me?"
You laugh: "Determination."
He lets you down on the bed. You scoot backwards and look at him expectantly. Keeping eye contact with you, Hotch takes off his dress pants and sweater. Slowly, he opens the buttons of his white shirt. Just in boxers, he crawls to you. The mattress dents when he props his arms left and right of your waist.
With one swift movement, Hotch pulls your briefs and leggings off your legs. The sudden cold makes you want to close your legs. You, however, bend your knees and prop yourself up on your elbows. That makes Hotch swallow hard as he moves closer to you. He lets his hands wander up your shins, his eyes not leaving your face.
"Get up here." You tell him.
He lays down on top of you, his face level with yours. You move your hips to create friction between your legs. That makes Hotch groan and press his lips down onto yours. Your growing arousal makes you both pant, feeling the others breath in your mouth.
Roughly, you grab his shoulder to keep him close to you. His weight pressing you into the mattress lets the wetness between your legs reach your inner thighs.
You snake your leg around his and flip him over. Sitting on him, you take off your shirt and bra.
Then you push yourself back until you sit between his legs.
Slowly, you pull down his boxers. His fully erect dick slaps against his stomach.
"What was it again, you want my lips to do?" You grin at him.
He blinks at you, slack-jawed.
You raise your voice: "Hotch."
He snaps out of it and his eyes dart between your eyes and your lips.
"Please, fuck me with your mouth." He manages to beg.
With a high-pitched voice, you purr at him: "Yes, professor."
His eyes widen and when you let your lips sink on his dick, he moans: "Dear god."
You quickly pick up in pace, bobbing your head down until you feel his dick in the back of your throat. With both hands you grab his hips, pressing him down, not allowing him to jerk upwards. His hands grab your wrists as if he is scared to float away. One last time you push your lips down his dick as far as you can. Hotch lets out a string of curses, writhing beneath you.
You lift your head and trail kisses from his stomach to his neck. His chest is rising and falling rapidly.
"Sit up against the headboard." You instruct him.
Following him, you straddle his crotch. You put your arms around his shoulders, one hand behind his head, so it doesn't hit the headboard.
You lift your hips and Hotch takes his dick, holding it up. When you sink down on it you both let out a loud moan.
Rolling your hips, you let your head sink against his shoulder. His dick is so big that you don't need to move your hips much, it almost instantly touches your g-spot.
Aaron's hands find your waist, grabbing it roughly. You like the feeling and moan again.
For a moment, you sit still and put your forehead against his. You only contract your muscles around his cock.
"Fucking hell." He moans and tilts his chin, sloppily kissing you. "Your pussy is absolutely perfect." You smile against his lips and start to bounce up and down. His head falls back, resting against your hand.
You whisper into his ear: "It's all yours."
The sound that that comment draws out of him puts you right on the edge of your orgasm.
You combine your movements of bouncing up and down and rolling your hips. It stimulates your clit from the inside, dragging it through Aaron's pubic hair stimulates it from the outside. Knowing you like the feeling, Hotch presses his face against your chest, biting into your flesh.
His grasp around your waist tightens. You feel his legs tremble.
The heat in your core and the stimulation of your clit almost becomes unbearable. You can't really see anything anymore, so you close your eyes. Your walls clench around Hotch's cock and he lets out more curses. His voice pushes you over the edge.
"Fuck, yes Aaron." You breathe out. "Cum for me." You tell him, just before your orgasm peaks.
He spasm beneath you, his hands pressing your tense body down on his crotch. Your arms clutch his shoulders, keeping you from falling over.
Holding each other, you pant in union until your orgasms subside.
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After you went to the bathroom, you get back into the bed, handing Hotch the bottle of water you just drank from. He's still sitting where you left him.
Staring at the wall, he takes the water from you and downs the rest of it.
You let him come back to earth and massage your thighs in the meantime. They took a little of a toll from tensing so hard in that position.
Aaron finally moves and lays down next to you. You tell him to turn around and hug him from behind. He lets out a sigh and caresses your arm. Even though its late, neither of you want to go to sleep yet.
"Want to take a bath?" Hotch asks you after a few minutes.
You kiss his shoulder: "I just wanted to ask you the same."
The hot water relaxes your muscles. This time Hotch and you sit on opposite sides, your legs entangled. Absentmindedly, you tap your fingers on the side of the bathtub.
"Do you think it will be weird with Reid?"
You look at him: "Only if you call him Reid instead of Spencer."
Hotch chuckles: "Fair enough."
"Honestly, it will be fine. We are just hanging out with a friend."
The next evening, Hotch, however, is still showing nervous ticks while you're waiting for Spencer to arrive. You tell him to go make some popcorn to give him something to do. While he's in the kitchen, the doorbell rings. You are also nervous, but by far not as much as Hotch. Which is kind of understandable since Spencer is your friend and colleague and not your subordinate.
Spencer greets you and enters your apartment. You tell him that he can keep on his Converse. He still takes them off, revealing his mismatching socks.
"Aaron!" You call. "Is the popcorn done? Spencer is here." You side-eye Spencer and see his mouth twitch when you call Hotch Aaron.
Hotch comes around the corner with two bowls of popcorn, wearing casual clothes.
"Hey, Spencer." He nods at him. It makes you smile that he remembered to use his first name.
Spencer seems too uncomfortable to address his supervisor by his first name, he says: "Hey, Hotch."
You put them out of their misery and ask: "What film did you bring?"
"Oh, right." Spencer opens his bag: "Annie Get Your Gun."
"Sweet." You take the DVD from him and gesture towards the sofa.
"I thought, since you like Irving Berlin, you surely would enjoy it." He adds.
You sit down in the middle of the sofa: "That's very considerate, thank you. Even though I resent the production team for firing Judy Garland."
Spencer chuckles and sits down to your left.
Hotch sits down on your right and hands Spencer one of the bowls. He didn't say anything after greeting Spencer. You squeeze his hand and turn on the TV.
"I agree." He says. "It was absolutely Berkley's fault that she had to leave the production. He was awful with the actors."
Spencer turns to look at him: "I had no idea you're into vintage Hollywood films."
"How could you? This is our first movie night." Hotch grins at him.
Spencer lets out a small chuckle.
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When you meet Hotch in the elevator the next day, he tells you: "I'm glad you invited me. It was fun."
You take his hand: "I liked it too."
He presses a different button in the elevator than usual.
"Where are you going?" You press the button for the floor of the BAU.
"I have meetings with the director and someone from the senate." His voice tells you that he is not looking forward to it.
"How long will you be there?"
"No idea." He sighs.
"Just write me when you're done, I'll come over to your place."
"Okay. See you later." Giving you a small smile, he gets off the elevator.
It's already seven and you haven't heard from Hotch yet. You don't want to stress him by calling, but you kind of want to know if you even should come over.
You change into some athleisure and decide to read. Half an hour later your phone vibrates.
on my way home
Just this sentence makes it sound like he's in a bad mood. You grab your bag and put on some sneakers.
When you pull in behind Aaron's SUV you see that there is only light on in the kitchen. You knock on the front door. He opens it, wearing his slacks and a white dress shirt with its sleeves rolled up. His eyes look tired, and his hair is disheveled.
"That bad, huh?" You give him a kiss on the cheek and walk by.
He must have just gotten home because his jacket is lying on the kitchen counter. You open the fridge and get two beers. You hand one to Aaron.
He gulps down almost half of it, before he looks at you: "I'm really worked up about it, I don't know if I'm the best company right now."
You tilt your head: "Do you want to be alone?"
He shakes his head: "No, but I don't want to direct my anger at you."
"Hm." You take sip of your beer. "Maybe you should direct your anger at me."
You step closer to him.
"What?" He furrows his eyebrows, taken aback by your proposal.
You snatch the bottle out of his hand and smash it on the floor.
"What the fuck?" He shouts. That's the first time he ever raised his voice at you.
You push against his chest, not hard enough to make him stumble, but certainly enough to bring his anger back to the surface.
"Can you stop that?" Hotch's voice is still stern, but he lowered it.
You get close to his face: "Make me."
That sets him off. He grabs you by the neck and basically throws you against the next wall. Without letting you catch your breath, he pins you against it, giving you no room to move. He wedges his knee between your legs while roughly grabbing the back of your neck.
Unrelenting, he presses you against the wall. You stare into his eyes without flinching at his movements.
His free hand wanders down your side and into your panties. Feeling his raw emotions like that already made you wet. Hotch smirks when he feels it between your legs.
"Now would you look at that." He says with a smug voice.
You don't answer him, instead you push your leg to the side to throw him off his balance.
He takes a step back, which you use as your chance to get to the rug in the living room. Hotch follows you and sweeps you off your feet, making you lay on the rug with him on top of you. He presses his lips onto yours, prying them open to bite down on your bottom lip. That's the first time you audibly react to him, moaning into his mouth.
He leans over and starts to bite the side of your neck and your shoulders. Meanwhile, his hand slithers back into your panties. Even during this frenzy, he still looks into your eyes. When you don't object, he pushes his middle finger into you. That lets your head fall back and your eyes flutter shut. Seeing your reaction, Aaron adds another finger and starts to move them.
"Harder." You order to provoke him further.
With a deep voice he answers: "Don't tell me how to fuck you."
That makes your eyes shoot open. You're surprised by how much that turns you on.
You wonder if you can push him some more: "Why? Is that all you got?"
He groans at your words and grabs your arms. He pulls you up and makes you lean against the sofa, face down into the cushions, ass up.
You hear how he opens his belt. Then, suddenly, he pulls down your trousers, leaving you exposed before him.
"You're insufferable." Hotch tells you.
"Don't you mean irresistible?" You exclaim over your shoulder.
Instead of answering, he rams his cock into you. You both groan loudly at the sudden sensation.
He roughly grabs your hips, smashing you against his pelvis. At this angle, his dick feels even bigger than before. Your hands grab the fabric of the sofa to have something to hold on to.
Hotch sets a fast pace, mercilessly fucking you from behind. You start to moan when the friction at your chest stimulates your nipples. Hotch's grip on your hipbone almost gets painful, but the pressure just heightens your focus on your lower body.
When he lifts his hands, you groan in protest. But he instantly puts them to use again, by grabbing your neck and your arms. He yanks you up and against his chest, forcing you to arch your back. Your head rests against his pectoral and you can hear him panting. He angles his hips upwards to be able to push his cock further into you.
"Fuck, Aaron." You moan, overwhelmed by the sensation. He continues to plow into you until he feels your walls tighten around his dick. Then he changes the position of his arms, one reaching around your chest to continue pressing you against him, the other wanders to your core.
He lets his fingers run up and down your folds until you get frustrated by him ignoring your clit. You try to shake his grip on your chest, but he keeps holding you close. When his thrusts start to get sloppy, he finally presses his fingers against your yearning clit. It makes you gasp. Because he held you on the edge for so long, your orgasm crashes onto you in mere seconds.
Your spasming walls give him the final push and he cums right after you.
Hotch lets go of your chest and allows you to collapse onto the sofa. Your legs still twitch from the aftershock of your orgasm when he pulls out of you.
You put your panties back on and turn around and sink to the floor, back leaning against the couch. Hotch pulls his pants back up without zipping them and sits down next to you.
After about a minute you ask him: "Feeling better?"
He chuckles: "A lot, yes."
"Hmh, good." You say quietly, leaning your head back, still feeling waves of euphoria washing over you.
"I…This…" He shakes his head and grabs your hand: "That's a new way of anger management for me."
You turn your head towards him: "It's a nondestructive way of anger management."
Hotch kisses your cheek, and you add giggling: "Even though you just destroyed that pussy."
"I- what?" He chuckles confused.
His look makes you laugh uncontrollably.
"Sorry." You eventually wheeze.
You clear your throat: "It's also a really hot way of anger management."
Hotch leans against you: "I had no idea."
"What do you mean?" You stroke his cheek.
"How it feels…well, how I still felt like you are in control or rather dictate what's happening, but I am the aggressive one. You know what I mean?"
You smile and press his hand against your lips: "Me being the top, doesn't mean I don't enjoy getting fucked like that. And you being the one who likes to give up control, doesn't mean you cannot be aggressive."
Aaron gives you that look of amazement again.
Then he chuckles: "You young kids with your kink-education."
"Didn't you spent your teens in the wild sixties and attend Woodstock or something?"
"Oh, fuck off." He lightly punches your shoulder, but then pulls you between his legs to throw his arms around and hold you close to his chest.