The place you went to after a hard day. The place you felt safe or a place you could call your own.
There was loads of different ways to describe the word home, and if you asked anyone the chances were they’d all describe it differently.
But to you home was none of these things, but all of these things at the same.
Home was a person, someone who made you feel safe, someone who could help ease the burdens of your hard day, someone you could call your own.
Home wasn’t a place or a thing, home was a person.
You had found this person, a person who made you feel safe and calm. A person who accepted you for everything.
The only problem was, this person didn’t seem to feel the same way, and out of fear or loosing them, you never spoke a word to anyone.
On the Jet back from a case, you were resting your head against the window, trying to fight the urge to fall asleep.
“Get some rest.” A soft voice whispered.
Looking up, you smiled at Hotch as he sat down and stretched a little before shaking your head.
“I’m fine, we’ve only got a few more hours.”
“(Y/N) you’re exhausted, sleep. It’s okay.”
Hotch knew you struggled to sleep while on cases, and on the way back. As far as he knew you hadn’t slept all day and he could see that you were physically exhausted.
Bringing his hand up, he gently pulled your head to rest in his shoulder, running his finger through your hair. It was a trick he learned a few months ago when you overworked.
“You should sleep too.”
“I will.” He mumbled.
You gave a small nod.
You tried to stay awake for as long as possible but sleep soon too over you wind when Hotch noticed he smiled.
He ran his fingers through your hair for a few more minutes before he rested his head on you, closing his eyes as well.
Little did you know that he cherished these moments, the rare little moments he could fully relax, and let his guard down.
He didn’t want to admit it but you had grew on him, he’d grown fond of you, and he was worried about overstepping his bounds.
When you woke up, you were laid on the couch, Hotch’s arms wrapped around you.
Everyone else was still sleeping so you took this chance to just lay there. He was peaceful when he slept, one of the rare moments that he didn’t look stressed or worried.
Bringing your hand up, you went to brush some hair from his face but stopped.
Smiling to yourself, you rested it lightly on his cheek instead, praying he wouldn’t wake up.
You were dancing with your feelings, and you were gambling with your friendship for him.
When he stirred a little you moved your hand, waiting for him to settle once more before signing.
“There’s so much I want to tell you…” you mumbled.
Slipping from his grasp, you headed over to one of the chairs to watch the sunrise.
Little did you know, that the moment you touched his face Hotch had woken up. He smiled softly opened his eyes just enough I see you across the jet, the early morning light making you glow.
He decided to stay there, and went back to sleep instead.
When you guys got back, you went straight home, needing a long overdue break from everything you decided to just relax.
The first day back passed quietly, and in the second day you got a message from Hotch asking if you could meet him by the lake you guys would go to with the team to relax.
Shrugging, you drove down, looking for everyone else but you could only see him. He was dressed casually, so you were a little more relaxed.
“Hotch? Where is everyone?” You asked.
“They’re not coming, I just want to talk.” He smiled.
You were confused but nodded, he wouldn’t ask you to drive all the way out here for no reason.
Walking over, you both stood by the waters edge. Neither of you spoke a word at first, and after a few minutes of silence you decided to ask.
“Why did you want me?”
You turned to face him and he seemed tense, running a hand through his hair and doing everything he could to avoid your gaze.
“The other day… on the jet…”
“Is this about me falling asleep on you? Because if it is I’m sorry!” You panicked.
“What? No! No, it’s not about that. Well… it is, but it isn’t…”
For the first time ever, you were watching the great Aaron Hotchner stumble over his words. Seemingly lost about what to say.
“This is hard.” He laughed slightly.
He finally turned to you, a soft smile on his face as he reached out, taking your hand in his.
You were confused but didn’t pull away, you enjoyed the way his hand felt in yours.
“I don’t know where to start, so I’m just going to guess.”
You nodded.
“This is about you falling asleep on me on the jet, but not in a bad way. The first time you fell asleep on me (Y/N) I was shocked yes. But then I found it calming, and you felt safe. I couldn’t take that away from you.”
You were starting to piece everything together and you knew where this was going.
You didn’t say anything, you wanted to hear everything he was going to say.
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I fell in love in that moment. I know you, and I’ve never felt more at home.”
He awkwardly looked away. You knew this was hard for him, so giving his hands a gentle squeeze, you smiled softly up at him.
“When your arms are around my I feel safe, I feel at home. You’re my safe space Aaron, you always have been but I didn’t want to say anything.”
Leaning up, you pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth and beamed brightly up at him.
He smiled at you and he seemed to relax, making you happy.
He stepped forward and pulled you close to him, burying his face in the crook of your neck.
Hugging him lightly you closed your eyes away, praying this wasn’t a dream
When you walk through the door of yours and Aaron’s apartment, you immediately spot the man on the couch. It was rare for him to be home before you, but whenever it happened it was always on a day you really needed it. You’d had an awful day at work and the only thing getting you through the day was knowing you would get to cuddle Aaron all night long.
Seems like luck was on your side today, seeing as Aaron got home before you. You drop your bag by the door and hang up your coat. On your way to the couch you get rid of your shoes.
You plant yourself on the couch, right next to Aaron. His arm instinctively falls around your shoulders and boxes you into his side while he presses a kiss to your forehead. You let out a happy sigh and melt into him.
“Rough day at work,” he asks.
You nod while you intertwine your legs with his.
“Where’s Jack,” you ask, curious as to why the little boy hadn’t made an appearance yet.
“He’s with Jessica. I wanted to have a quiet night in with you. Looks like you need it too,” he whispers before winking at you.
“What do you have planned for this quiet night at home?”
He nuzzles your face with his nose before answering: “I thought we could start the night off with a nice warm bath. Then maybe a movie. And to end on a high note, a full night of sleep. Now, tell me that doesn’t sound appealing, Mrs. Hotchner.”
You make a thinking face, like you have to consider his plans thoughtfully. He looks offended that you even have to think about it.
You giggle at the face he makes and say: “You could make anything sound like a wonderful plan, Aaron. But we should start right now or I’m about to start with the last step in your plan.”
He laughs wholeheartedly before pulling you from the couch and guiding you towards the bathroom.
—–
Once the fake candles are placed around the bath, Aaron looks for some slow music. However, you can’t wait any longer so you already strip down and make yourself comfortable in the hot water. When Aaron turns around, he chuckles.
“Couldn’t wait, could you?”
You give him a cheeky grin and move a bit forward so he can sit behind you.
Once he’s settled, he pulls you into his chest and winds his arms around your waist. He presses a featherlight kiss on your shoulder before resting his chin there. You both let out a sigh of contentment, causing you to giggle. Your hands settle over his and you intertwine your fingers.
“Thank you,” you whisper to your husband.
“What for,” he asks, undoubtedly already knowing the answer.
“For this. For being home early. For…everything,” you softly say.
“There’s no need to thank me, sweetheart. I love you,” he quietly answers you.
“I love you too, Aaron.”
You turn around and press a deep kiss to his lips.
—–
You end up spending a lot of time in the bath so you and Aaron immediately skip to the last item on his list, a full night of sleep.
After you get comfortable on your pillow, Aaron crawls into your arms. You press a kiss to the crown of his head and tighten your arms around him. Sharing a mumbled: “I love you.” you drift off to sleep.
Imagine still having things to say in the Author’s Notes at this point in a story
story summary: Scandal! AU– your mentor, David Rossi, has recruited you to make Senator Aaron Hotchner the next President of the United States. Once described as a political nun, the Senator helps you see that maybe you can mix business and pleasure.
“Mr. President, you have a visitor,” Aaron’s assistant, Lauren, announces you as she swings open the door to the Oval Office. It’s almost cute, the way Aaron’s lip curls up into a scowl before he lifts his eyes from his briefing memo and realizes that it’s you. He drops his face into a schooled neutrality that you recognize as a calculated concealment of his relief and elation.
“Thank you, Lauren,” he says politely. “You can close the door on your way out.”
“Actually, Lauren,” you interrupt her exit, “Could you leave it open, please?”
I can’t believe we only have a little over a week left of this fic :’) I’m gonna cry
story summary: Scandal! AU– your mentor, David Rossi, has recruited you to make Senator Aaron Hotchner the next President of the United States. Once described as a political nun, the Senator helps you see that maybe you can mix business and pleasure.
contains:sexism, mild sexual references, alcohol and food consumption
wordcount: 2k
“Hotchner The Protector,” You read the headline of the Washington Post to the President the next morning. “It works, Aaron. It works really well, actually.”
“It wasn’t a strategy,” he huffs pointedly. He had been well and truly incensed by the way Haley was treated throughout his scandal, and the incident last night had brought everything to a head. “The misogyny and the vitriol that has been directed towards her is disgusting,” he complains. “But that’s not why I called.”
I fully almost posted the wrong chapter today my brain is broken
story summary: Scandal! AU– your mentor, David Rossi, has recruited you to make Senator Aaron Hotchner the next President of the United States. Once described as a political nun, the Senator helps you see that maybe you can mix business and pleasure.
hiii best friends, if you missed my mini announcement last night, I am officially finished drafting yes, mr. president. it’s super bittersweet, to say the least, but I’m so excited for you all to read these last eight chapters.
story summary: Scandal! AU– your mentor, David Rossi, has recruited you to make Senator Aaron Hotchner the next President of the United States. Once described as a political nun, the Senator helps you see that maybe you can mix business and pleasure.
contains: discussion of terrorism, guns, hostages and bombs
wordcount: 2.2k
“Oh, there’s the boss,” you hear Derek’s voice from the conference room when you walk in in the morning.
A woman you don’t recognize— a potential client, apparently— rises from her seat at the end of the conference table and rushes over to shake your hand.
“Mary Nesbit,” she introduces herself. “Thank you so much for agreeing to help me.”
“Help you with what, exactly?” You ask with a polite smile while shooting Morgan a camouflaged glare.
this update is early bc I didn’t bother to queue it in advance <333
story summary: Scandal! AU– your mentor, David Rossi, has recruited you to make Senator Aaron Hotchner the next President of the United States. Once described as a political nun, the Senator helps you see that maybe you can mix business and pleasure.
contains: cursing,innuendo if you squint, smoking mention
wordcount: 2.1k
“Are we good with Ethan and the message logs?” You ask Emily as she re-enters the office that afternoon.
“I scared him straight,” she confirms. “He’s going to email them to me.”
“Oh, thank goodness,” Jeanine says.
‘What now?” JJ asks.
“Now it’s time for America to hear from Jeanine directly,” you tell them. “To witness the strength of her character, first thing in the morning, on live television.”
“Live?” Jeanine questions nervously.
“JJ, prep Jeanine and help her with wardrobe,” you instruct. “Let’s go, people!”
everyone say thank you alex for proofreading this chapter
story summary: Scandal! AU– your mentor, David Rossi, has recruited you to make Senator Aaron Hotchner the next President of the United States. Once described as a political nun, the Senator helps you see that maybe you can mix business and pleasure.
“It wasn’t me. It wasn’t! You have to believe me.”
Jeanine Locke is in your office, and she’s in tears, and it’s because of something your team did to her. Even worse is that she doesn’t know that it’s something that your team did. She’s young, maybe 26 or 27. You’d hired her yourself, plucked out of the press assistant pool from the campaign. She’s beautiful, she’s smart. She’s the perfect fall woman for something like this. She’s suffering on your cross to bear. And while you knew that she didn’t do it, the rest of the world needed some convincing.
story summary: Scandal! AU– your mentor, David Rossi, has recruited you to make Senator Aaron Hotchner the next President of the United States. Once described as a political nun, the Senator helps you see that maybe you can mix business and pleasure.
contains: discussion of adultery and sex, swearing
wordcount: 2k
“I just don’t get it. Why can’t we do the same thing we always do? We find a friendly reporter to write some fluff pieces on Jack and the First Family, Aaron and I hold hands and kiss and make up on Oprah. We can’t just act happy and deny it?” Haley asks as the three of you strategize around the table.
“That would have worked,” you say, trying to phrase it gently.
“Would have?” She asks.
“Before you got the bright idea to go on national television and tell the world I cheated on you,” Aaron scoffs, and you glare at him.
happy saturday my lovessss big things are happeningggg
story summary: Scandal! AU– your mentor, David Rossi, has recruited you to make Senator Aaron Hotchner the next President of the United States. Once described as a political nun, the Senator helps you see that maybe you can mix business and pleasure.
contains:discussion of adultery, food and alcohol consumption
wordcount: 2.1k
Haley keeps her promise not to name you to the press– you’re grateful to her for that, even if every reporter in the country isn’t. When you make your way into the office on Monday morning, everyone is already working— or, half working, at least. Good Morning America is on in the background, and JJ and Emily are listening intently to the conversation about President Hotchner’s Mystery Mistress.
“This can’t all be about Amanda Tanner, can it?” JJ asks. “I mean, that whole thing was done and over with.” “It’s probably not about her, but the Amanda Tanner incident points to a pattern of sleazy behavior,’ Emily asserts, her eyes flicking up to you for only half of a second— so quick that you wonder if you’re making it up.
hi besties I missed you so much!! it’s good to be back
story summary: Scandal! AU– your mentor, David Rossi, has recruited you to make Senator Aaron Hotchner the next President of the United States. Once described as a political nun, the Senator helps you see that maybe you can mix business and pleasure.
Your heart drops into your stomach when you play Haley’s voicemail. Quite frankly, you never expected to hear from her again, least of all now. What could she possibly want? Aaron would tell you not to call her back, you knew that much. But Aaron wasn’t the one who left you this voicemail. They were separate people, Aaron and Haley. Your relationship with him didn’t mean he had any authority over how and when and why you talked to her. Not to mention, if she really did want to speak to you, you probably owed her the phone call– and much more than that, truth be told. You push past your own trepidation and call her back.
“Thank god you called,” Haley says in a sigh of relief as the line connects.
“Is everything okay?” You ask, her urgency causing your anxiety to spike.
“There’s some information I think you should have,” she tells you, and it’s not really an answer to your question.
story summary: Scandal! AU– your mentor, David Rossi, has recruited you to make Senator Aaron Hotchner the next President of the United States. Once described as a political nun, the Senator helps you see that maybe you can mix business and pleasure.
contains: discussion of adultery, food consumption
wordcount: 2.3k
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“The President considers these allegations to be a private matter between himself and the First Lady. He is grateful for the continued support and respect of his privacy by the American people,” Rossi’s voice drones through your television, which you flick off. Haley had told the world about Aaron’s affair, but hadn’t named you. You were grateful in some regards, but in others, it meant that you were still a target.
“You should really get back to work,” you tell Aaron, who has taken his time getting out of bed and ready this morning. He emerges from your bathroom, tying his tie as he crosses the room to sit by your feet on the edge of the bed.
“I’ll get there,” he says with a sated smile, which you return drowsily.
story summary: Scandal! AU– your mentor, David Rossi, has recruited you to make Senator Aaron Hotchner the next President of the United States. Once described as a political nun, the Senator helps you see that maybe you can mix business and pleasure.
I do feel for Haley here. She is right to be hurt and angry, but going to the press could be something that will hurt more than just Aaron.
It kind of seems like no one is really considering the impact their actions might have on Jack, whether short or long term (I forget how old he’s supposed to be here).
summary: aaron is very familiar with the toll being an agent takes on a person, so he does his best to help you relax when he can tell how exhausted you are.
includes: post bau hotch; not specified, but dad bod <3; fluff; explicit language; oral sex (fem receiving); unprotected sex; 18+ minors dni
a/n: a wip that I forgot about and finally got around to editing. enjoy sweet and sexy aaron <3
summary: aaron is very familiar with the toll being an agent takes on a person, so he does his best to help you relax when he can tell how exhausted you are.
includes: post bau hotch; not specified, but dad bod <3; fluff; explicit language; oral sex (fem receiving); unprotected sex; 18+ minors dni
a/n: a wip that I forgot about and finally got around to editing. enjoy sweet and sexy aaron <3
If a bullet wasn’t going to be the thing to kill you, the hours you worked at the BAU was certainly going to do it.
For the last few months, the team had been going on more back-to-back cases than was considered normal. Usually, they’d be spread apart with paperwork days scattered in between, but you’ve barely even had time to eat or sleep.
Being gone so much meant you hadn’t gotten to see your boyfriend and you missed him more than anything. As the days dragged on, it only got worse. This was the longest you’d been away from him since you started seeing each other. When he was the unit chief, you were around him nearly every minute of every day and even after he retired, you still got to see him at least twice a week.
Now, you were lucky to see him twice a month.
So, when your phone vibrated with a text from JJ on your way to his place, you almost turned back around, programmed to assume it meant another case.
Mandatory three days off, per Cruz’s orders, her text read and you sighed in relief.
Your heart thrummed in your chest the rest of the way and as you waited outside his door, you shifted nervously on your feet. You didn’t even know why you were nervous, but you didn’t have to think about it for long before the door opened to reveal the man you’d been missing the most.
“Hi, sweetheart,” Aaron greeted with a small smile, opening his arms to you for a hug.
Without a second thought, you wrapped your arms around his middle and pressed your face into his neck, inhaling his scent. He kissed the top of your head softly, letting his lips stay there as he held you close, knowing you probably needed it. Having only been retired for a year, he remembered how rough those seemingly never ending cases were.
When you pulled away, Aaron could see the exhaustion written all over your face and the tension in your body and the only thing he wanted to do was help you relax.
“Come on, baby,” he murmured and grabbed your hand, guiding you into the apartment.
Aaron helped you out of your jacket, kissing the exposed skin of your shoulders as he did, and carried your bag into his bedroom. You were already sitting on the couch when he returned, your head resting against the back of it with your eyes closed. He sighed, understanding that feeling more than he’d like to.
Carefully, he kneeled down in front of you, rubbing a gentle hand over your thigh. “I’m going to take your shoes off, okay? Just relax, my love.”
You nodded and melted further into the couch, letting out a soft and satisfied groan once your shoes were off.
He sat next to you and tugged you into his side, resting his cheek on the top of your head. You curled up even closer to him, craving his comfort and touch after going without it for so long. Sometimes, it scared you how much you depended on him, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world.
“Do you want to change into something more comfortable?” Aaron asked after a few minutes.
You lifted your head - with great effort - to look at him, smiling at how sweet and cuddly he looked. There was something so special about Aaron dressed in his pajamas with his hair slightly a mess. Nothing could make your heart swoon more.
“I do, but I don’t,” you said and he snorted.
“Why not?”
“Because,” you exhaled dramatically. “I don’t want to get up.”
Aaron grinned and tucked some hair behind your ear, his eyes filled with so much love and pride it nearly made you cry. “I can carry you into the room and give you a massage. I’m sure your neck and shoulders need it.”
You hummed in agreement, bringing him in for a kiss. “Can you do my back too? It’s been bothering me.”
“Sure, baby.”
He stood first and lifted you into his arms, carrying you just like he said and you clung onto him tight. First, he helped you out of your clothes, then asked you to lay down on your stomach. He gave you a pillow to put under your head and draped a towel over your bottom to cover you up. The last thing he needed was a view of you naked in front of him.
The bed dipped behind you before Aaron straddled your legs and leaned over to press a kiss between your shoulder blades. He put some lotion into his hands, rubbing them together to warm it up.
You sighed heavily when he pressed his thumbs into the base of your neck, starting off gentle.
“How does that feel?”
“Really good,” you mumbled and he smiled, continuing his movements softly and gradually increasing the pressure before heading down to your shoulders.
That’s where you held the most tension and your body flinched when he went too hard, receiving an immediate apology. Despite that, it felt so unbelievably good that you were already on the verge of falling asleep.
His big, warm hands were so comforting and you wanted this to last forever. Especially when he found a particular spot that made you groan into the pillow.
Eventually, Aaron shifted to give himself more room to give your lower back some attention too, wanting to make sure he didn’t leave any part of you unloved. When he did, the towel moved with him and your bare ass was right there for him to see. You were too relaxed - which was a good thing - to notice and he cleared his throat, averting his gaze as best as he could.
However, he was a man who was incredibly sexually attracted to the woman laying naked before him. Nobody would blame him for looking.
The fabric of his pants started to get tighter around his crotch the longer he stared and he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. When doing so, his hands stopped moving and with his luck, you noticed that.
“Everything okay?” you asked sleepily, lifting your head up.
Aaron swallowed thickly, nodding. “Yeah, baby.”
Satisfied, you laid back down, sighing when his hands ran along your spine and groaning when he found another tension knot. All the little sounds you let out made keeping his erection at bay impossible. It quickly got to the point where he couldn’t take it anymore. Too painfully hard to ignore.
“Y/N, sweetheart,” he said quietly and you only hummed in response. “Are you okay if I stop?”
You whined in protest and wiggled your bottom. “Massage my butt too.”
“Baby…”
“Please?” you begged, the smile spreading across your lips telling him you knew exactly what you were doing.
He’d been banking on the fact that you were too drained to notice how turned on he was for you, but now, he was aware of what a terrible job he was doing of hiding it.
Unable to resist any longer, he relented and smoothed his hands over the soft skin of your ass, massaging it just like you asked - or more like squeezing it. This time, you moaned much louder than before, clearly trying to get him riled up and it was working.
Aaron felt himself twitch in his pants when he moved lower to spread you apart, seeing your lips glistening beautifully. He lifted your hips up to give himself an even better view, running one of his hands down your back.
“Fuck,” he said breathily, spitting on your hole and watching it slide down to your pussy. “So fucking pretty. Can I taste you, my love?”
You whimpered at his words - thoroughly turned on - and nodded eagerly, your cheek pressed against the pillow as you turned your head to watch him. He bent over and licked a thick stripe up your folds, collecting his spit and swirling his tongue over your clit a few times. The moan you let out was soft, quiet expletives falling from your lips as you arched your back.
Even though he had eaten you out before, this felt entirely new to you. Your mind was foggy, coherent thoughts nonviable at this point. The only thing you could focus on was his hands and mouth working effortlessly over your heat, tasting you like it was the first time.
“Mmm, just like that,” you encouraged, rocking your hips against his mouth to maximize your pleasure.
He groaned into you, the vibrations coursing through your body and making you tremble. His lips then attached to your clit, sucking harshly and you cried out, warmth spreading throughout your belly.
“That’s my girl,” Aaron praised, tongue still moving over your pussy to drink up every ounce of your orgasm.
You had no energy left to hold yourself up after that and dropped back onto the bed. Behind you, you could hear and feel him shuffling to take his pants off and you swear you started to get worked up all over again just from the anticipation of feeling him inside of you.
Aaron used his fingers to collect some of your arousal and stroked himself with it a few times, dropping a kiss to your back. “Are you too tired for me to fuck you, sweetheart?”
There was only concern in his voice - never wanting to make you do something you didn’t want to - and you shook your head, but you should’ve known better than that. He was the type of man who needed to hear you give him permission.
“Words, baby,” he reminded you.
“Not too tired.”
“Okay. Tell me if it gets to be too much,” he requested, although it was more of a gentle demand.
“I will.”
He kissed you again. “Good girl. Now just lay there and relax. I’ll do all the work.”
When he finally eased into you, your hands fisted the bed sheets as you gasped at the feel of him stretching you. Aaron was tender and gentle, whispering sweet words into your ear as he wrapped his hand around your throat and pressed his hips flush against your ass, every single inch of him inside of you.
The sounds of his breathy groans above you once he started to move sent waves of pleasure through you, the pulse between your legs growing. Somehow, he was rough and tender all at the same time.
“Baby,” you whimpered and he grabbed the flesh of your hip with his other hand, bringing you back into his thrusts.
“You feel so good, my love,” he murmured into your ear, brushing the hair off of your neck to kiss along the side, nibbling and sucking in between.
Everything about Aaron on any day was intoxicating, but with his entire body pressed against your back like this - your senses consumed by him - there was nothing you could do but just lay there and take it. Feel him move in and out of you with a rhythmic pace that makes your head spin.
The snap of his hips were harsh, filling the room with the sound of his skin hitting yours and his deep, visceral groans. He leaned back to spread you apart again, watching his cock penetrate you over and over, your slick coating him. It was an erotic sight that he could stare at forever, but now he wanted to watch you. See your gorgeous face twist up in pleasure while he pounded into you.
“Let’s get you on your back, sweetheart. I want to look at you.”
He assisted you in flipping over, running his hands over your thighs as they fell open. Your bottom lip disappeared between your teeth as you waited, squirming at the way his eyes scanned your body and his tongue wet his lips before pushing into you again.
The position allowed for him to hit much deeper than you thought was possible, continuously kissing that spot within you with every stroke.
“Oh, fuck,” you choked out, lungs beginning to burn for oxygen. “You’re so deep.”
Aaron grunted at your words and placed his hand over your lower belly, feeling himself inside of you and hammered into you faster than before. You cried out and your hands curled into the sheets as your walls fluttered around him, your orgasm approaching quickly.
As much as his eyes wanted to close from his hard you were squeezing him, he kept them open, too fixated on you to do anything else. You were so breathtaking like this, falling apart under him while his cock split you open.
“You take me so well, my love. So perfect just like the fucking rest of you.”
He braced himself with his hands on the headboard - his knuckles turning white - and put the rest of his energy into fucking you like you deserved.
Before either of you knew it, you were coming within seconds of each other, and he grunted and groaned as he filled you up, not holding back. He wanted you to know how good you made him feel, how much he loved feeling you so warm and wet around him.
“My good girl,” he praised gruffly, the raspiness of his voice making you shutter.
When Aaron pulled out, he watched his cum leak out of you slowly, letting it trail down your slit before licking you clean. You squirmed from how sensitive you were and how sexy it was that he was eating his own cum out of you.
Your jaw dropped open immediately when he hovered over you and he let it fall onto your tongue before kissing you deeply.
“Are you trying to kill me? That was the hottest thing you’ve ever done,” you panted through a laugh.
Aaron chuckled, kissing you once more before laying down beside you, his skin shining with a thin layer of sweat. You shifted onto your side to look at him because he truly was the most handsome man you’d ever seen. He did the same, love and adoration swirling in his eyes as he blinked tiredly when you brushed your fingers through his hair.
“I love you,” you said softly, heart swarming at his answering smile. “Thank you.”
“No need to thank me, my love. That’s what I’m here for,” he reminded you and nudged your nose with his. “Plus, I’m sure I had just as good of a time as you did.”
You giggled and kissed him, cupping the side of his face. “I’m sure you did.”
You’re barely able to make it out of the hotel room the next evening.
“Aaron,” you breathe, half scolding, and half not wanting him to stop. You’re pressed against the wall next to the door, well aware of how late the two of you are. “Aaron, I don’t have time to cover up anymore marks.”
“I don’t care,” he says, his lips trailing up your jaw and to your cheeks, his breathing ragged. “I shouldn’t have packed this dress,” he mutters under his breath.
“I beg to differ,” you laugh, squeezing his biceps. “I feel hot in it.”
“Youarehot,” he says seriously, drawing back to look into your eyes. “That’s the problem.”
“Problem?” you echo, raising an eyebrow.
“Yes,” Aaron says firmly, pulling you into him by your waist. “I don’t want anyone looking at you. You’re mine.”
“Let them look,” you murmur, holding his face. “And then let them see me go home with you.”
He grins wildly, pressing another kiss to your lips, snaking his tongue inside your mouth, claiming you.
It’s too easy to give in, to forget about how fast time is ticking, how you were supposed to be in the lobby ten minutes ago. You know it’s only a matter of time before Dave comes looking for you both, but you can’t help it.
Aaron’s hand slithers underneath your dress, and you don’t protest. His fingers massage your clit and you gasp, holding onto his shoulders for dear life as he presses one digit into you.
He knows you want more, he does too, but this is all he can offer now. He knows as well as you that any moment, Dave will knock on the door right next to your two bodies.
“Come on,” Aaron whispers directly into your ear. “Just one. Let me feel you, baby.”
“Shit, Aaron,” you inhale sharply when he adds a second finger, curling them, pressing right against your sweet spot.
He knows what he wants, and he plans to get it. He is determined to make you fall apart in his arms one more time.
“There it is,” he shushes your cries as you come undone, writhing in his arms, resting your forehead on his shoulder. “That’s my girl.”
He doesn’t tease you for long, wanting you to calm down quickly so the two of you can get down to the lobby. Dave most likely knows what is happening, which is why he hasn’t come.
After a few deep breaths, you lift your head from his shoulder, giving him a look.
“You’re beautiful,” he says, and your glare melts away. “Ready?”
You playfully smack his arm. “Yes, I’m ready. I was ready an hour ago.”
He flashes a wicked smile as he takes your hand, opening the door to reveal Dave, his hand raised to knock.
“I was wondering when I’d see the two of you,” Dave says, a glint in his eyes telling you he knows everything.
You elbow Aaron in the ribs when he starts laughing.
+++
Every event you’ve gone to with Aaron has felt the same — except this one.
You can’t put your finger on why this one is so…different, but it is. Maybe it’s the people. But it might be the way Aaron is acting.
He hasn’t let you out of his sight since you arrived, which is normal, but to be more specific, he hasn’t let you out of his reach.
Normally, when he has to mingle, you slip away and head to the bar with the other wives, partners, girlfriends, and escorts of the night. Tonight, though, Aaron has kept a firm arm around your waist.
You don’t mind it, not really. You love being close to him. And you love that he’s openly showing you off and showing affection toward you.
But you can’t deny how strange it seems on top of his other behavior.
“Aaron, I need to pee,” you say quietly, trying to catch him during a lull in conversation.
He tilts his head down to speak to you privately. “Can you wait one moment?”
“I can walk myself,” you smile, wanting no one watching to think something is wrong. “It’ll be fine. I don’t want to interrupt you.”
“Are you sure?” He doesn’t seem too happy about the idea of you leaving his side, but he also knows he can’t stop you.
“I’ll be fine,” you say again, squeezing his arm. “Come here.”
Curiously, he tilts his head lower, smiling when you use the opportunity to kiss his cheek.
“Hurry back,” he says, and you nod.
You spot Dave across the room, knowing his eyes will follow you to the restroom and wait for you to exit. You can’t see Steven, but you’re sure he has eyes on you as well.
The bathroom is as crowded as always. Benches are inside that a few women are putting to good use, obviously needing escapes from their husbands to gossip. Their voices don’t even lower when you enter; they never do. Everyone’s business is anyone’s business here.
After taking your time washing your hands and listening to the gossip — you can’t help it; they mentioned an affair — you head back out to the party.
You quickly find Dave’s eyes and he nods, letting you know he’s seen you, and you return the gesture.
In the midst of this, you aren’t paying attention to where you’re walking and you nearly knock right into a man you don’t recognize.
“I’m so sorry,” you rush out, shaking your head at yourself. “I can be so clumsy in these heels.” The excuse falls out of your mouth with pure innocence. You scare yourself sometimes with how easily you can slip into your role here.
The man smiles kindly, taking your hand to help steady you. “It’s no problem at all, darling.”
You smile gratefully and hold onto his hand, using the time to readjust your heels, and to get a good look at the man.
He looks a little older than Aaron, but not by much. His hair has begun to gray, giving it the salt and pepper look that seems to be a trend nowadays. He wears a silver ring on his index finger that shines in the light when he kisses your knuckles.
“Lawrence,” he says, keeping his eyes on yours with a certain ferocity that sends a flurry through your chest. Butterflies or nerves, you’re not sure. “You can call me Greg. And you are?”
You open your mouth to reply with some other innocent comment, but you don’t get that far.
“With me,” Aaron’s voice interrupts abruptly, and his arm slides around your waist smoothly, possessively resting on your hip.
“Ah,” Greg drops your hand, smiling less kindly at Aaron. “I should’ve assumed, Mr. Hotchner.”
“Yes, you should’ve,” Aaron replies dryly, his fingers tensing against your skin.
“How have you been? Busy, I see.” Greg’s eyes flick toward you.
You frown, despising his implication. Judging by Aaron’s reaction, your distaste is founded. You step closer to Aaron, welcoming his embrace.
“Good to see you, too, Lawrence,” Aaron says through gritted teeth. “Excuse us.”
“You’re excused,” Lawrence says, and you swear, if Aaron wasn’t holding onto you, he would’ve throttled the man. “We’ll be in touch.”
“Not likely,” Aaron says, low enough only for you to hear as he begins to literally drag you away.
With his arm still around your waist, he walks briskly, looking around to be sure no one is watching before speeding up.
“Aaron,” you stumble a little, trying to get his attention. “Aaron. I can’t walk that fast in these heels— slow down.”
His response is to pick you up at the waist, just enough so your feet are off the ground, and he can move as fast as need be.
“Aaron!” you hit his chest, the angle and grip becoming uncomfortable after only a few seconds. “Let me down, for fuck’s sake, this is ridic— Thank you.”
Just outside the door, in the front entryway, you watch as Aaron speaks calmly into his wrist. “We’re out front.”
Your eyes go wide, seeing him talking into his wrist like you’re in a damn spy movie. “Who are you talking to? What— What the hell is going on?”
“We’re leaving,” Aaron says, his hands resting on your arms, his eyes searching your face. “Did he touch you? Are you hurt?”
“What?” you step closer, shaking your head. “No, he— I mean, he kissed my hand, but nothing else happened, you got there quick— Aaron. What the hell is happening?”
“Good,” he replies, but he still has a haunted look in his eyes, and he won’t answer your biggest question. “There’s Dave.”
You turn your head and see Dave briskly walking toward you.
“Steven’s getting the car,” Dave says, then turns to you. “Are you hurt?”
“No, I’m fine,” you reply, not meaning to sound so harsh, but you’re overwhelmed and you don’t know what’s going on and Aaron won’t answer you and you don’t know why they think you’d be injured. “I swear, I’m alright.”
Dave nods, looking up at Aaron with an expression you can’t read. Aaron is staring off, back down the hallway. His hands are still resting against the skin of your arms, squeezing ever so slightly, as if he keeps reminding himself that you’re here.
You want to kiss him, hold his face, or just do something to get his attention back, but you can’t.
Dave presses a finger to his ear for a second, then speaks. “Steven is outside. Let’s go. Your coats are in the car.”
You start to walk to follow behind Dave, but Aaron doesn’t move, so you pause, turning back to him.
“Hey. Aaron,” you whisper. “Aaron, we’re leaving, come on. We need to go.” You stroke his cheek gently, trying to get him to come back, and soon he does. “Let’s go home.”
Slowly, his eyes drag toward your face, and he nods. He leads you outside, careful not to walk too fast this time.
+++
You don’t ask anymore questions on the way back to the hotel. All you can do is hold Aaron in the backseat, or rather, let him hold you. He refuses to let you go.
He is quiet the entire way to the hotel, and up to the room. You hold his hand as he has his arm around your waist, and you lean into him as much as you can.
When he goes to shower, he wants you with him, so you comply, not wanting to leave him alone right now anyway. He washes your body gently, and you return the favor, careful around the scars on his abdomen, noticing the way he begins to tremble.
His breathing evens out shortly after the two of you lie in bed, but yours doesn’t. You’re too worried to bother closing your eyes. Instead, you watch his face, wishing you could soothe him in some way. His eyes move behind his eyelids, dreams that you hope aren’t becoming nightmares.
He wakes after an hour, surprised to find you staring at him, but he pulls you in tighter, kissing your nose. He leans his forehead against yours, sighing deeply, and goes back to sleep.
It’s hard not to relax in his arms, being held like this, and it isn’t long before you fall asleep, too.
+++
Aaron wakes again well before the sun, and does his best not to disturb you. He manages to slip from bed without waking you, silently promising to be back soon.
He steps next door and goes to knock, but Rossi opens the door before he can.
“I figured,” Rossi says.
“Can’t sleep?” Aaron asks, entering the room.
“Can you?” Rossi counters, shutting the door and flicking the deadbolt.
“Kind of,” Aaron replies. “Because of her. But only for a few hours.”
Rossi nods, smiling just a little. “I’m glad to hear that.”
Aaron moves past it quickly, pacing a circle in the room. “I need you to make a few phone calls.”
“About?”
Aaron meets Dave’s eyes, and he knows. They both know.
“Alright,” Rossi says, walking over to grab his phone off its charger. “I’ll start now.”
“Dave, it’s four a.m.”
“And?” Dave questions, already opening his contacts list. “You and I both know it can’t wait.”
“I know,” Aaron says, defeated. He crosses his arms, hanging his head. “I hope I’m wrong. I hope this…this gut feeling isn’t right. For once.”
“Me too,” Dave replies somberly. “But we won’t know until I talk to some people. And you without sleep won’t help anyone, so go back to bed. Don’t let her wake up alone, not after tonight.”
That is enough for Aaron to move, returning to bed with you, relieved to see you haven’t moved. You’re safe and soundly sleeping, unaware of the horrors he has lived. And the horrors that come back to haunt him.
Warnings: angst all the way, slightly cold Aaron, language
Word count: 1715
Reader used to date Aaron, but Aaron pushes the reader away. So the reader decides to marry someone else, and invites Aaron to the wedding, where Aaron realizes she is the one who got away
A/N: Here is the first part of my three part mini series. Reader does get with a character that many, if not all, of you know but I don’t want to ruin the surprise. This is an Aaron x reader fic though, despite the reader’s other relationship.
