#haley hotchner come back pls

[ithebookhoarder]

If your still taking requests could u pls do “if you were taken by an unsub” criminal minds imagin? Or smth along those lines, if not that’s fine tho

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(BAU Headcanons) If you were taken by an Unsub

A/N: Um, of course you can?! Thanks for sending this one in angel 😇 I'm only sorry it's taken me this long to answer this. Hope you like it!

Warnings: Usual Criminal Minds references to criminals, murder, violence etc. Mentions of mental health. (Let me know if I missed any)

Aaron Hotchner

If you were taken? This man would not rest until you were back and safe with him - and not just because of what happened to Haley (though it doesn’t help). 

He would bark orders at everyone in a cold and blunt manner that tells them he is not in the mood to be messed with.

They will do as they are told and they will do it now. 

This poor man would be fighting not to let his fear show but he'd be seen clenching his fists over and over and taking long deep breaths in front of the mirror in the bathroom in an attempt to ground himself and get his head on straight. 

He's no good to you if he lets himself fall apart. His team - and more importantly, you - are counting on him.

You know he’s blaming himself and you’re both going to need therapy once this whole experience is over with. 

He would go into his hyper-rational mode, focusing on making plans and ignoring anything that isn’t getting you back safe and sound - which means no sleep. None. He’s running on fumes and caffeine - even after you’re found. 

It would take days for him to feel secure enough to close his eyes and be able to trust you’ll still be there when he opens them again. 

Also you best believe he is breaking out his old law text books and ensuring this UnSub goes down for a lonnnnnng time… if they even make it to trial that is. This man is a trained sniper and knows other trained snipers… just saying… 

David Rossi 

He may like to remind you all of his passionate Italian nature from time to time but it’s impossible to miss when he hears what’s happened to you. He’s an emotional mess, staggering between horror and rage to a frighteningly cold determination that is rare for the eldest team member.  

He’d try to act in control, pulling rank on everyone - including Hotch, which obviously doesn’t work. 

“No offence, Aaron, but I was chasing down Unsubs when you were still in diapers. I know what I’m doing.”

However, they know him well enough to see that despite having years of experience under his belt, Rossi is terrified of making some kind of mistake. 

Once they do find you, he’d be one of the first through the door, too concerned with checking you’re ok to worry about anything else. 

He’d also be sure to pay for the best medical care money could buy, if you needed it following the ordeal.

He also knows people and has no problem paying for you to see a counsellor of some sort if the situation required it. He just wants to take care of you now that you’re back in his arms again. 

Derek Morgan

This man is like a whole military unit in himself at the best of times, but he’s a whole other level of lethal when it comes to protecting the ones he loves. You do NOT want to be on the wrong side of Morgan, and that’s exactly where the Unsub who took you would sit. 

There isn’t a door he wouldn’t be willing to kick down to get you - and everybody knows better than to say a word about it. (Hotch is already mentally filling out all the paperwork he’s going to need once this rescue is done, but he doesn’t exactly mind, given the situation).

Also, Morgan may have trained you himself, drilling you in self-defence and marksmanship so you’d known how to protect yourself out there in the field, but none of that matters now. You may have the Unsub at your mercy already, or you may be at theirs, but he doesn’t know and that’s what’s killing him: the not knowing. 

It’s why Penelope is basically glued to his side the whole entire time, telling him everything she finds out the very second she finds it.  

“We’ll find them sugar, I promise. They’re just as tough and strong as you are, so don’t give up on them, ok?”

He’d be leading the pack once you are found though, tearing through anyone and anything that stood in his way. All he cares about is seeing you with his own eyes and getting you as far away from danger as possible. 

“I’m so sorry, baby. It’s my job to keep you safe and I failed you.”

He’d be beating himself up for weeks after and it would take an entire team intervention to get him to let you go back out into the field again without him being glued to your side. After all, he’s not making the same mistake twice. Any Unsub wants that wants to get close to you will have to get past him first. 

Emily Prentiss

This woman is a super spy and a lethal weapon on an average day but if you were taken? Then she would be the most dangerous woman in the entire United States. 

She knows people in every agency and on every continent so you best believe she will be calling in favours left, right and centre. (Even Rossi is terrified by how quickly she was able to get the Pentagon on the phone…)

She would also be action-focused, needing to do something rather than sitting around wasting time. Every minute spent talking was one more minute the Unsub had to hurt you - and that thought makes her feel physically sick. 

This would end up causing her to explode, taking it out on whichever unfortunate soul is closest. Like, you know she would definitely have to be reminded by Hotch that they actually need the local law enforcement to work with them, if they want to get you back alive, after she is seen screaming at an unfortunate officer for their ‘utter stupidity’. 

Thankfully, she gets to turn that rage on the Unsub after they find you. I mean, let’s be real. It would take Morgan physically holding her back to stop her from beating their face in. 

This frustration would ultimately then be transferred to you, once she knows you’re safe. 

You almost can quote her ‘You almost died’ speech by this point, but you know it makes you both feel better to hear it so you let her rant and rant until she’s calm enough to crawl into your arms and squeeze you close. 

“I love you so much. I can’t lose you.” 

You’re also pretty sure she now has people following you at all times, watching over you when she can’t, so that this never happens again. 

JJ

JJ is every bit as lethal as Emily is when those she loves are at risk. If anything, she’s more terrifying because she’ll hide that murderous rage behind a ‘butter-wouldn’t-melt’ smile before deciding to strike. 

However, it would take everything in her not to just charge in and go on the offensive. After all, she was willing to run into a bank full of armed robbers after Will. 

It would probably end up with the team having to physically holding her back to stop her - usually accompanied by a well meaning pep talk about how she needs to get her head on straight if she actually wants to help get you back. 

You know this woman would follow you everywhere afterwards, never letting you out of her sight. In fact, she hits ‘super Mom mode’ where she is constantly fussing over you and seems to have the world in her go-bag. 

You need tissues, pain-killers, chocolate: she got it.

“Hey, it’s ok. You know I’ve got your back, right? I won’t let anything else happen to you. You’re safe now.”

She would also call you out on all your BS, if you tried to downplay what happened to you or if you were still affected. 

One twitch of her eyebrow is all it takes for her to have you pinned to your chair and spilling your guts about your emotions. You know better than to make her ask twice. After all, she may be the first to downplay it when she’s hurting but when it comes to her team and her family, she’d do anything to take care of you. If that’s driving your ass to therapy or just holding you, she’ll do it without complaint.

Penelope Garcia 

Would immediately panic as soon as she hears what’s happened to you. Like, we’re talking SO much panic.

Poor girl is spiralling and needs the team to help ground her so she can get back to the lair and do her thing. It would probably be down to Morgan or like JJ to get her to actually remember to breathe and not make herself pass out. 

But once she’s up and running? Well, she’d be all over the Unsub like a bad rash. Every teeny tiny detail of their life is suddenly unearthed and splashed on the 

board for everyone to see. (No one dares ask how she found certain items, but knowing her history with the dark web it’s probably for the best). 

Also, she would be begging for constant updates once the team is out in the field.  Any other day, it would drive the team insane to have a constant running Penelope monologue in their ears, but they’re surprisingly tolerant in this case. 

“Guys, do you see them? Are they ok? What’s going on? I need to know people! I have no eyes here!” 

Would be all over you once you’re safe and insists on installing tracking software on everything. She wants a digital link to you, 24/7 so that this NEVER happens again. It’s simultaneously flattering and slightly terrifying how much power this angel has at the end of her glittery, manicured fingers. 

Dr Spencer Reid

Depending on which season-Reid you’re with when you’re taken, you would have a distraught super genius who makes it his life’s mission to get you back. Or, you’d have a prison-hardened super genius with a slightly grey-er view of the world on a mission to find you. 

Either way, there’s probably no one you’d want more to be in charge of locating and rescuing you. 

Like Hotch, I feel he would become obsessed with nothing other than finding you. He wouldn’t eat. He wouldn’t sleep. Hell, no one on the team has even seen him leave the briefing room long enough to go pee, let alone take a break. This results in the team all taking it in turns to be parental figures and coax (and eventually threaten) him into pausing long enough to down a glass of water and eat some snack bar. 

Between Morgan’s physical threats, JJ’s guilt-trips, and Hotch threatening to bench him from this case, they’d eventually succeed. 

“You guys don’t get it. They need me. I have to figure this out - they’re counting on me. I can’t fail them. I won’t. So either help me or get out of here and let me think.”

We all know he would probably harass any medical professionals charged with caring for you, once you’re back. He doesn’t trust them - especially when it comes to your welfare. 

He’d also confine you to the couch and force you to rest, queueing up endless re-runs of Doctor Who and whatever shows you find most comforting to have playing in the background. It’s selfishly what he needs too, being able to sit and hold you long enough to quell any fears he may have about you and your wellbeing. You’re here and you’re real and you’re safe. 

Masterlist

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maturity is acknowledging that haley hotchner is not a bad person.

#haley hotchner doesn’t deserve the hate she gets #haley hotchner come back pls #i love her so much #she literally didn’t do anything wrong??? #she left a man who was a bad husband #han talks cm

[spacecowboyhotch]

Back To You - Part 5

summary: you’re consulting on a case with reid when he introduces you to his boss, aka, your high school best friend and the love of your life who previously chose haley over you. is reconciliation possible?

pairing: fem!reader x hotch

warnings: 18+, mention of injury/brief hospital stay, fluff, SMUT - years of longing and build up smut

AN: this is the last bit of this series but i was convinced by some besties to write at least a few more things for this. those will just be bonuses all taking place after this part. there will be 2 maybe 3 total. pls god let there be no typos

word count: 3.2k

read part 4: here.

Being woken up at all hours of the night wasn’t new for you. As a psychologist, you were listed as emergency contacts for high risk clients and so getting a call from the hospital needing you to come down was not out of the ordinary. What was out of the ordinary was that the person who listed you wasn’t a client; it was Aaron Hotchner, the you’d just decided to give a chance.

The two of you were supposed to go on a date a couple days ago, your first really date, but that never happened because he was called away on a case. Here you were, two days later frantically calling Talia at 2 a.m. to see if she could watch Crissana. Luckily, Talia was used to this and immediately came over.

You reassured Crissana that everything was okay but you ducked out in your matching pajamas and winter coat. The case was close, only in Richmond, and you sped the whole way, shaving 30 minutes off the expected 2 hours.

From what they told you, he was stable, but unconscious. He’d been inside a building when it was blown up by a pair of unsubs. By all accounts he was lucky to be alive and you felt lucky that you were on your way to him. When you get there you park with haste and run inside.

“I’m here for Hotchner. Aaron Hotchner, I mean.” The words rush out of you, but his first name still feels foreign on your tongue. The woman at the front desk tells you that he’s on the 5th floor and you thank her before taking the elevator. You sit in the waiting room, surprised that you don’t see Spencer somewhere. It feels like you’ve sat there for hours when a nurse finally comes in.

“Anyone here for Hotchner.” The nurse calls out and you spring to your feet, almost running into her.

“I am."

“We are.” The black man who was sitting next to a dark haired woman speaks up, coming up to stand next to you.

“Okay, you all can’t go back at once. He’s asking specifically for a Y/n/n.” The nurse looks down at her clipboard.

“That’s me." You give the pair next to you a weak smile in response to their questioning looks. "I won’t take up too much of your time guys.”

“Thanks, but who are you?” The dark haired woman asks, looking you up and down. It was a look that you learned was how profilers observed so you weren't offended.

“I’m Hotchner’s…" You think of the right word, "...friend. We’ve known each other since high school.”

The nurse blows out an impatient breath. “Let’s chitchat later, he’s been really insistent.”

The nurse takes you down a long hallway before you all step into a room. Hotch is looking at his phone, no doubt probably reassuring Jack in some way.

“Here’s Y/n/n for you Agent Hotchner.” The nurse says before stepping out of the room and closing the door.

The relief in his eyes is reflected in yours. You were so so happy to see him. So glad to know that he was okay.

You pull a chair from the corner and plop down next to him, grasping his hand in yours. “You look fucked Hotchner.”

He chuckles, wincing in pain before he replies with, “I feel fucked, and not in the good way.”

His comment sends you into full blown laughter, though you try to stop once he joins you, knowing that your laugh will just continue his painful bout. There's a sense of calm in the way your eyes hold his once the laughter dies down and he squeezes your hand, reassuring you before you even had to say anything to him.

“You listed me as your emergency contact?” You whisper, looking anywhere but at him. You knew that starting this conversation would open up the door to more, and though you were nervous, you almost felt ready. Ready to see what life with him could be like.

“About that...whenever I get hurt I know that Jessica and Jack will be notified. Since our relationship is private I needed a way for the person I love to know I was injured. I’m sorry if it was too much.”

“It wasn't, I'm glad you wanted me to know. I mean, I’m just glad you’re okay, that you’re not…” You try to keep your voice level at the thought of him being gone.

His hand tightens around yours and he leans forward so that his lips brush your forehead. “Don't, its alright, I'm alright. I understand how you're feeling, I just got you back. You were all I could thinking about when I entered the building.”

“I wish I could make you promise you’d never do it again but I know that this is your job, and this is just what I have to be okay signing up for.”

A deafening silence floods the room. When he speaks again its so low you feel like you're imagining his words but the contents of them having you listening attentively. “I almost quit for her you know. If you wanted me to…if you need me to I-“

You cut him off before he can even finish. “No, the only person you ever need to quit for is yourself. Through everything I’ve only ever wanted you to be happy Hotchner, even if it wasn’t with me.”

“I’ve never been happier.” He pulls back to look at you, his eyes shining with adoration and you feel your heart thump in your chest.

You could tell him. Say those words right now, the words you both knew were true. You go for a variation, not quite ready.

“Me too, and I think-“

The door flies open at that moment, and a brightly dressed blonde stumbles in. “Oh, sir, am I, we can, I’ll shut up now.”

“No, Garcia it’s okay. Sweetheart, do you want to meet the rest of my team?” He regards you patiently. Up until now, your friendship with Hotchner was need to know. This would change things. Moving forward was just a theme tonight you guess, but the man you loved almost dying in an explosion does that.

“Are you sure?”

“100%. Are you?" You nod timidly and a smile spreads across his face. “Come on in. All of you, I know you’re there.”

Meeting the team is a flurry of handshakes, unexpected hugs, and gentle flirting. The latter comes from, Morgan, the man who was with the dark haired woman you now know as Emily. You've decided that Garcia is simply the sweetest human to ever grace this earth, and you adore the maternal aura that JJ exudes. You are a bit disappointed that Spencer isn't here and that you don't get to meet the infamous David Rossi but you know that time will come. Once the team leaves you sit down next to him again, your hand finding his.

There’s no doubt in your mind when you say, “I think it’s time for you to meet my daughter.”

“Really?” His eyebrows shoot up to his hairline and you almost laugh at how he looks like a cartoon character.

“Yes, really. You can meet her when you pick me up for our date.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world. You know, I should get blown up more often.” He jokes and you shoot him a glare.

“Sorry to interrupt but we need to take Agent Hotchner back to run a couple more tests.”

“Of course. I’ll be in the waiting room if you need me.” You stand up to leave but he doesn't loosen his grip on your hand. You look back at him confusion.

“I love you.” He says in a way that somehow is strong enough to take your breath away, yet gentle enough to breathe it back into you.

Bending down you give him a passionate kiss, one that says everything you're feeling better than any words you could ever formulate. By the way he kisses you back, you know that he understands.

*

Crissana is in your arms when you open the door. Much to your surprise she flails in excitement towards Hotch, causing you to almost drop her and his eyes go wide. You clutch her a bit closer to no avail, though she does stay in your arms.

Before either of you can say anything, she squeals, "Hotcher!"

His mouth drops open in surprise but he quickly recovers, "Well, hi there baby girl."

Your face is warm with embarrassment from her overfamiliarity with him. "Crissana, honey, relax, you can't just go attaching yourself to people." You scold as she lunges for him again. This time he's ready for her, taking her into his arms.

"Everything okay?" Talia comes out of the kitchen from behind you and you introduce her to Hotch. Her face is smug but you ignore her.

Letting Hotch in, you can and can't believe how effortless things are between Crissana and him. She was an easy toddler, she got along with everyone so that's no surprise, but it was like she knew him. Granted, you'd talk to her about Hotchner before, especially since you'd let him back into your life and she had seen a multitude of pictures but this was different. This felt like...fate.

Home.

Watching him with your daughter, the last part of Chris you had alive, brought up all these emotions that you now know you were trying to avoid when keeping the two of them apart. Some where hard to identify, others like guilt and shame not so much, but then there were the overwhelming ones. Love and happiness and belonging.

“Give me on second, I forgot something.” You lie smoothly, heading back into your bedroom. You were ready to tell him you loved him but you weren’t sure if your body would allow you to say the words. The last time you said those words to him, he shattered your heart beyond repair. You’d never been the same after that night, it has made you the guarded, cautious woman you are today. But you were ready to jump and you weren’t sure how. So here you were, hyperventilating in your bedroom because he’d done it, he’d proved himself to you in his patience, care and the way he interacted with your daughter.

Inspiration hits you and you open your purse and then your wallet, staring at the locket that had haunted you for all these years. You could change it symbolism if you just took a chance. You’re clasping the locket around your neck when there’s a knock on your door.

“Everything okay in there, honey?” His voice is worried.

You quickly tuck the locket into the collar of your shirt so it looks like a simple chain, before you reply. “Yes, coming.” You give yourself one last once over and take a deep, encouraging breath before stepping out into the hall. “Sorry.”

“You alright?”

“Mhmm, I’m fine Hotchner.” You face breaks into an unconvincing smile but he can’t respond because Crissana comes crashing into your legs. Looking down at her you say, “Mommy will be back in the morning, okay? Talia’s gonna stay with you overnight. I love you so so much.”

“Love you mommy. Bye Hotcher!”

“Goodbye, Crissana it was nice to meet you, you’ll have to tell me more about dinosaurs later.” He affectionately smooths Crissana’s hair before he turns to Talia. “You as well, Talia.”

“Be safe. Have fun. Do you have con-“ Begins but you stop her quickly.

“We’re covered, thanks.” You squeal, glaring at her. That smug grin spreads across her face as she watches you leave.

*

The tension inside of you is something you’ve never felt before. You know what wanting someone is like, you’ve experience love and lust, but not in the way it bubbled furiously in you tonight. The ride back to his apartment is silent besides the soft music billowing out of the speakers and your heart beating loudly in your chest. You were convinced he could hear it and the way you throbbed between your legs for him.

Desperate. You were desperate for him, to feel just a inkling of what you felt when he nestled between your legs that night. It was silly how needy you were, like some horny teenager that hadn’t ever gotten off. You hadn’t been with anyone since Chris passed but you knew how to take care of yourself. Yet here you were, your mind racing with the filthiest thoughts that had ever flit through it as he pulled you from the car and up the steps.

By the way he moves slowly, leisurely almost he couldn’t know how deep the desire was festering inside of you. Once inside the two of you shed yourselves of your coats. You’re about to go to the bathroom to splash your face with water and muster some composure when he calls after you.

You turn around slowly, your head tilted slightly. “Hmm?” Your eyes widen as he quickly closes the space between you, taking your face into his hands.

His eyes search yours, a mixture of emotions you can’t quite identify in his as you maintain the eye contact. “I love you, and I’m sorry that it took us so long to make it to this moment.”

You become aware of his erection that’s pressed against your stomach. Knowing now that he was just as turned on as you were, you want to tease him just one last time.

“Yeah, you should be.” You say defiantly and a knowing smile spreads across his face.

“I’m the stupidest man to walk this earth.” He states and you can’t help the laugh that leaves you.

You fist your hands into his shirt at your hips, pulling him closer to you. “I think you’ve come to your senses.”

“Can I…could I possibly hold you?”

“What does this tell you?” You dip your hand into your collar and put the locket around your neck on display.

His eyes fall onto the locket, his mouth slightly ajar in shock. He looks up at you and then back down at the locket and then at you, swallowing loudly. “I just wasn’t…I didn’t want overstep. We’ve been taking things slow and I wanted to be respectful. I mean you haven’t even said I love-“

“Hotchner, you’re rambling, you don’t ramble. Just kiss me okay?”

You words spar him on and he pushes you into the wall roughly, his mouth capturing yours. This kiss is nothing like your previous kisses; it’s sloppy and desperate and bruising. His fingers pull up on your shirt, taking it out of your skirt and up over your head. His lips find yours again in an instant, his tongue fighting it’s way into your mouth. The aggression makes you squeeze legs together, the heat between them almost too much.

“I’ve thought about you like this for so long.” He breathes against your neck as he slides your skirt down from your hips.

“Me too.” You look down at him, watching him suck and kiss down your naked stomach.

“I wanted you that night I just-“ He whispers against your flesh but you stop him.

“Don’t, it’s okay, we’re together now.”

He peels your underwear down your legs, an animalistic groan leaving the back of his throat as his eyes take in your naked body. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

The words cease and the two of you go at each other, nothing but lips and hands that roam, caress, and kiss the other. All of the pent up longing and pinning finally released as you bare yourselves before each other. He grabs your waist, pulling you back down the hall and into his bedroom, his mouth never leaving yours. Your hands make quick work of his buttons dress shirt. At the same time his fingers nimbly undo his belt and he pushes his trousers and boxer down with one motion. Once he's completely naked he picks you up and throws you onto the bed, causing you to squeal. He’s on top of you and between your legs in an instant.

“A condom.” He grumbles impatiently, turning to get out of bed but you wrap your legs around his waist.

“We don’t have to, I trust you Hotchner.” You wrap your arms around his neck, leaning up to kiss him fiercely.

“Are you sure?” His murmurs against yours lips, his hands splaying across your breast, his fingers slowly brushing over your nipples.

“I’ve never been more sure, I just want to feel you.”

“You too, baby.” His seductive whisper sends a chill down your spine, which morphs into a shudder when he plunges deeply inside you.

“Oh! Aaron.”

“There it is, there’s my name on that pretty mouth of yours. Say it again, please. Please, Y/n.” His voice is needy and breathless.

“Aaron. Fuck. Just like that.” You whine, tilting your hips to meet his every thrust. You’re building, the tension between your legs growing tighter and tighter when he pulls out of you. You groan in protest but he flips you over onto your knees, slamming deep inside you again. “Oh!”

His hand is around your chest, pulling your back to his chest. His lips are at your ear, kissing and sucking just beneath it before he asks, “You think you know what you need, but it’s better like this isn’t it sweet girl?”

You push back against him, your eyes rolling in the back of your head at just how sexy his deep voice sounds in your ear as he fucks you. “Oh god.” Is all you can manage at the exquisite feeling of your bodies together.

“Isn’t it?” He demands again, his hold on you tightening as he rams into you even harder.

“Yes. Yes, so good.” You hiss as he hits that spot inside you just right repeatedly. “Aaron, I’m-“

“You’re close?”

“Yes. God, yes. Don’t stop, please.”

His hand snakes down your body, two fingers attaching to your clit and rubbing with just the right amount of pressure. “Let go, it’s okay, I’ve got you.”

And with one last thrust into you, your body clenches tightly around him, your orgasm running through your veins like an electric current with a loud cry leaving your lips. The sound that leaves his body is unrecognizable, some combination of swearing and your name as he pours into you, meeting his own release right after yours. He keeps his promise, even through his own orgasm, holding you tightly against him as you twitch and writhe through your intense release.

He pulls out of you and somehow flips you over so he’s laying in the bed and you’re on top of him. You’re rendered useless, barely able to get your breathing under control. That was utterly mind blowing and you can’t even form a coherent thought behind the one that’s burned into your brain. The one that consists of three words you’d been holding back since your eyes met his in his office. His arms circle you, his knuckles rubbing your back.

“You alright?” He ask gently.

“Yes.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes.” You plant a kiss on the mound of curly hair in his chest.

He laughs, tightening his hold on you. “More than one syllable please.”

Finally looking up at him the words spill out of you. “I love you, Aaron.”

His face softens, and you see tears pool in his eyes. He leans forward, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. “I love you too.”

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tagged: @ssa-hotchswhore, @ssahotchie, @hotchwhore15, @azenpal, @hyacinthhotch, @averyhotchner

#hotch x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #hotch fic #hotch smut #aaron hotchner smut #criminal minds fic #criminal minds fanfiction #arson writes

[leossmoonn]

Much Needed [Aaron Hotchner]

masterlist

pairing - aaron hotchner x fem!reader

type - fluff, smut

note - hey, guys! this was a request! hope you all enjoy! this is the first time ive ever written anything like this, so im sorry if this is awkward lol.

summary - after a long week without your husband, you decide to have some fun with him when he comes back.

warnings - smut (male and woman receiving oral. penetrative sex), language

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*gif isnt mine* (pretend youre haley lol)

You posed in the mirror, looking to see if the lingere set you picked was good enough. You pulled up the sides of the underwear, setting them high on your hips.

Your set was a sapphire blue color, which was Aaron’s favorite color. Your bra was a push-up and it was all made of lace. Your panties were lace, too, and looked more like regular underwear, which was your favorite since they were so uncomfortable. Your hair was worn in a pony tail and you had pieces of your hair out to frame your face. You had put on Aaron’s favorite pink lipstick to make your lips more alluring.

Your husband, Aaron, had been gone for a little more than a week. He worked for the FBI. You loved him and you didn’t mind him being away. It was his job and he was saving lives, but sometimes you got lonely. You missed his hugs, kisses, smile, scent, and most of all his touch. He was coming back tonight and you were planning on suprising him. It’d been a while since you two had sex, so you wanted to make sure this was a fun night.

You heard the apartment door open and Aaron’s voice.

“Y/n! I’m home!” He called out.

You hurried to the bed. You positioned yourself so you sat on the end of the bed, arm holding yourself up, and legs crossed out in front of you.

“Are you here?” You heard him ask from outside your bedroom.

“In here!” You said.

You heard his footsteps come closer to the room, then the door opened.

“The case was crazy this week. I’m sorry I was gone for so long. I already have a date pl-” Aaron started speaking. He totally ignored you until you coughed loudly. His speech stopped once he looked over to you.

His mouth parted and his eyes went wide. He slowly took off his coat, setting it on the dresser.

“I have a date planned, too,” you smirked.

“Oh... wow,” he breathed in heavily.

“You like?” You asked nervously.

“Oh, I love it,” he smiled.

You stood up and came over to him.

“I missed you so I thought I’d surprise you,” you stood on your tip toes and whispered into his ear. You tongue started out and went over under his ear where his weak spot was.

His hands found your hips and pulled you closer in response.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“And I love you, too,” you winked. You then spun him around so his back was facing the bed. You pushed him onto the bed roughly, slowly climbing on top of him.

You put your lips on his, kissing him with hunger. You moaned at the taste of his lips after not having them on yours for a long time. You felt Aaron’s hands on your hips, pulling you close to his body. Your lower half made contact with his and you smirked into kiss as you felt a buldge growing.

Your lips left his and went down his jawline to his neck, leaving a hot trail of desire. You licked down lightly and went to his soft spot once more.

You kissed and sucked on the spot softly, hearing Aaron groan under you. While you were working on his neck, your hands found their way to his tie. You undid that and threw it on the floor. You then untucked his shirt hastily and unbuttoned it.

You lips left his skin to focus on taking his shirt off and Aaron took the opportunity to kiss your neck.

“Hm, Aaron,” you moaned softly. His teeth hit a soft spot for you and he started sucking, surely making hickies.

Your hands fumbled with the buttons, struggling more as he trailed down your neck to your collar bone. You pushed him away slightly, giggling.

“I’m trying to unbutton your shirt, silly,” you said.

“My bad,” he smirked.

You were able to get his shirt unbuttoned and he helped you take it off, throwing it on the floor. You pushed him back on the bed so you could get a full view.

“Now this... I’ve missed seeing this,” you smiled.

You dove your head down to his collar bone. You kissed around his skin, leaving a trail as you went down further. Your lips met his belt and you undid it and took off his pants. You smirked and palmed the bulge in his underwear. Aaron groaned your name softly. 

You slipped off his underwear slowly, making him roll his eyes and bite his lip in anticipation. You ran your finger lightly up his dick, kissing the tip and flicking your tongue on his member. You then slid your mouth over him, taking him in until he hit the back of your throat. 

“God, Y/n,” Aaron grained. His hand found your head, putting his fingers in your hair, tugging lightly. 

You moved your head back and forth. You kept your tongue on the underside of his dick, swirling every once in a while. Your hands moved along with your head on the part that didn't fit in your mouth. You bobbed your head faster and faster until there was a sloshing sound. Aaron then tapped your head, singling you to stop. You slipped your mouth off of his dick, a string of saliva going with you. 

“Great work, baby, but it's my turn now,” Aaron said. 

Butterflies shot down from your stomach to your pussy. You nodded and sat up on your knees. Aaron put his hands on your hips and turned you around so your back hit the mattress. 

His lips went on top of yours and his hand slipped around to your back. He expertly unhooked your bra and threw up haphazardly in the air. His lips immediately left yours and went to attack your breasts. His lips lached onto your left nipple while his other hand massaged your other breast.

Your hands went to his hair and pulled as he rolled your nipple in between his fingers.

“Oh, Aaron,” a whimper fell from your lips as he switched breasts. 

After he finished with your breasts, his lips licked and kissed down your torso. He praised your body, whispering ‘you're so beautiful” and “missed your gorgeous body”. It made you blush and smile each time. 

Aaron’s lips the got to your underwear line. His finger tips went along your clothed entrance, teasing you by lightly rubbing up and down. 

“Aaron, please,” you whimpered. 

“Begging for me?” He chuckled. You rolled your eyes but sighed in relief when he took off your underwear. 

“So wet? I’ve barely done anything to you yet,” he smirked. 

“Yeah, well, get to work then,” you said. 

Aaron smiled and nodded. His middle finger traced along your slit and entered slowly. A gasp fell from your lips and your legs squirmed slightly. It had been so long since you felt his touch, it was almost overwhelming. 

He then entered his fourth finger, pumping in and out of your pussy. His lips attached to your lip, flicking his tongue and applying pressure. 

“I’m so close,” you gasped. It was a quick build up considering you haven't seen him in a week. 

His fingers and tongue moved faster. You muttered curses as you felt the knot in your stomach come undone.

You came onto his fingers immediately. He slowed his arm and took his fingers out of you, sucking on them one by one.

“So sweet,” he groaned. The action and words itself could've made you come again. 

You smiled softly and reached up to his face. You cupped his cheek and kissed him, tasting yourself on him. 

“Ready,” he mumbled in between kisses.

“Mhm,” you hummed. 

Aaron left your lips to put a condom on. You surprised him by switching positions, you being on top. 

“Full of surprises tonight, are we?” Aaron teased you. 

You smiled and nodded. You then positioned yourself and slid yourself down his dick. The action earned a moan from both of you. Aaron held your hips as you bounced up and down. You gradually got faster and soon it was only the sound in the room were your pants and skin slapping against skin.

“Fuck, Aaron,” you moaned. 

His thumb found your clit. You found yourself leaning over and putting your hands on his shoulder to support yourself. Aaron felt your pussy tighten around his cock and you felt him twitch inside of you. You both rode out your highs, gasping to catch your breaths. 

You stayed on top of him for a few minutes before sliding off and collapsing next to him. He took off the condom and tied it then threw it in the trashcan. 

“That was...” you started, but struggled to find the words. “Much needed?” Aaron smirked. 

You looked at him and giggled, kissing his cheek. 

“Yes, much needed.”

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⚠️mentions of a*use⚠️ I don't think the cm fandom gives Hotch's childhood enough thought when it comes to how closed off he is. It was heavily implied by him that his father abused him as a child when he was angry. I think knowing and understanding that makes seeing how closed off he is more understandable. And I just don't think we as a fandom takes into account that underlying trauma enough.

Yes yes yes we need more acknowledgment of trauma everywhere!!

this pisses me off (with canon) all the time, it’s mentioned explicitly maybe ONCE (and not even that explicitly tbh) in Natural Born Killer and then the writers were just like “lol what we didn’t say that, which one’s Hotch?”

(The same with Derek and Buford but that at least got more than an episode even if it wasn’t handled in the best way (not that I’m an expert on this type of thing, I have no claim to know anything)).

But yeah no you’re totally right and then the stuff with Haley just leaving without a word, and he’s left without the chance to say bye to Jack?? He’s probably thinking about his own shitty dad and hoping beyond all hope that jack’s not gonna end up hating him??

Also Hotch’s dad was 1000% the kind of asshole who made Aaron call him Sir instead of Dad, I just know it... which goes towards Hotch just never letting jack see him as Boss Man?? Pls correct me if I’m wrong but I’m p sure the only ep where he’s forced into AgentMode near Jack is when he’s arrested in s10(?) like even with Foyet when he’s covered in blood and exhausted and stuff Hotch still shifts back to DadMode when he goes to find Jack???

foyet is the only time we see him properly 1000% loose his shit (I think?? I watched 10 seasons in 3 months I forgot a lot) and he still has enough sense to be like DONT LET JACK SEE YOU LIKE THIS!!! DO NOT SCARE YOUR SON!!!

And even the difference in how he acts with Rossi and Gideon?? (And that dude who was in that one episode and (I’m assuming) was meant to be the og Rossi before Mandy decided he hated the show and they needed a replacement),,, I mean, he’s friendly with both for sure, but he knows Gideon’s son hates him and he knows (tiny s7 spoiler 🚨) Rossi’s son died before he could be a dad

so like,,, he doesn’t wanna be like either of them as a father but he REALLY doesn’t wanna be like Gideon and have Jack just never talk to him?? So he’s wary of Jason but then Dave comes along and he’s still laughing and joking (after a rocky start) even after all the shit, and I think Aaron realises he can be Big Bad Profiler Man and still Jack’s Superhero Dad and yeah, they can be the same person?? He doesn’t have to swap between the two (at least after s5)

Even then Hotch is always closed off and can’t trust other men but he’s had to learn to open himself up to others, and the BAU team totally helped with that, cause Fake Italian Dad, Skinny Twink Who Needs A Dad, Kinda-Insecure Jock Who Also Needs A Dad But Won’t Admit It, and His Actual Son are all looking to him as this role model of both an agent and a man

And it takes him so long to let his guard down around them but he does and it’s great, and then all the shit he goes through hardens him up again because he won’t let himself break in front of the people who need him most (even though he really wants to) because he knows that seeing him as anything other than Agent Hotchner or Dad will scare them (either his sadness or his anger maybe both)

This got a bit off topic and I wrote more than I intended but yes your OG point is totally right and I 100% agree. Someone give him a hug for god’s sake please.

#aaron hotchner #it’s R! #tw: abuse #i think about fictional people more than real people oops

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Illicit Affairs - Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

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note: this is not a soulmate au, but there's soulmate energy happening so it moves fast-ish? also lmk if you wanted to be added to the tag list.

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Chapter three: I’ll be awake and I’ll be with you.

THROUGHOUT THE LAST MONTH OR SO You and Aaron had exchanged flirtatious letters between each other. They were filled with admirations and stories. Aaron wrote about how badly he craved to hold you - to touch you in every way imaginable. He told you stories about when he thinks of your beauty and your laugh while working a case. 

You wrote how this was exhilarating. Leaving the letters where Haley could possibly notice was thrilling to you. It was fun now. You were seeing them everyday now. You wrote too Aaron in one letter that you needed to be alone with him. You wanted to see that rare smile you and Jack cause up close and personal. You told him that you needed to hear the words he wrote whispered in her ear. 

They got the letters every night when you would leave. You would leave Aaron’s in his coat pocket when hugging them goodbye, in their mail addressed to Aaron only, or in his office on the desk. Aaron had the easy way out. He put the one he wrote to you in with your nightly pay. This had been your only way to be romantic with each other. The only way to flirt. Of course you texted with each other. Aaron wasn’t big on texting though and Haley knew that. And he knew Haley better than anyone, Aaron knew she would be suspicious if he suddenly was glued to his phone. Plus, you told him to not worry about texting you at night when it was time for him to be with Jack. 

You did talk on the phone a lot. Almost every night around eleven or twelve. Even when Aaron had been away on a case, he would still call.  One night about four days ago, one of Aaron’s agents heard him telling you that he missed you so much and how he couldn’t wait to see you. You laughed when hearing the panic in his voice when they heard the agent tease him for flirting with his wife. Only if they knew who he was really talking to.

You were finishing up writing your letter for tonight while watching the news on the tv. A big storm was hitting and it did not look pretty. You hated storms much like Jack who was sitting a distance away from the window but still watching the harsh rain fall and the big gusts of wind blow trash cans around and branches off trees. It was to get worse. Thunder clapped loudly in the sky and that’s when Jack ran over to you and cuddled into your side. You could see the bright lightning bolts in the sky light up what usually is a pretty sunny street.

“Hey, Jack,” you rubbed his back to comfort him. He cried into you and broke your heart. “Can I tell you a secret?”

“What secret?” He peeked his head out of your side with tear stained eyes. You frowned and wiped the tears away from the boy's eyes and dried his cheeks.

You picked Jack up into your lap and faced the window while sitting on the couch. “I’m also afraid of storms. When I was about your age though, My Papa told me that when it would thunder it meant all the Angels in heaven were bowling. And when it’s really loud and there’s a bolt of lightning that means they got a strike! It helped me to not be so scared of storms.” you explained the old tale parents would tell their children to not be scared anymore. you watched as Jack relaxed. He didn’t seem so afraid anymore.

Jack turned to you and pointed out of the window, “Can we watch them play?”

“We sure can! We just have to stay here and not go close to the window, okay?” Jack nodded and laid against you. They stayed like that for a few hours while Jack told  stories about random things he’s either made up or stories about his dad. He loved that man so much and it warmed your heart. Maybe one day you could love Aaron just as much. Jack was dozing off in your lap and to be quite honest, you too was dozing off. Watching the rainfall for so long felt so relaxing. Right before you were about to fall into a slumber, the front door opened with a huff and puff of someone who could only be Aaron. Like always, he put his keys down, his briefcase, and his coat away.

“Hey there sleepy heads,” you smiled lazily and Jack waved at his father who was approaching jack and you. Everything in Aaron wanted to lay down with you and just fall asleep, but he couldn’t. Something within him was so happy at the sight of you and Jack cuddled together. “Hey buddy, go to your room, okay? I’ll be up soon.” Aaron shook Jack and he listened. Jack ran right up the stairs.

you sat up and smiled at Aaron while yawning and stretching your arms a bit. “Sorry for nodding off a bit. I know I’m supposed to have all eyes on him. We were watching the rain- I told him the old angels tale. It’s 8:30, you’re home late.”you realized the time when looking at the tv box in front of them. “I literally thought Jack and I were sitting there for like twenty minutes.” you laughed to herself.

“Don’t worry about nodding off. You looked tired this morning,”  you were exhausted. Lately, you’ve been tossing and turning and only getting a few hours of sleep every night. It was probably from stress and your mind constantly spinning with thoughts. “Haley should be home in a few. She was about ten minutes from here when she called me right before I walked in.”

“Okay. Jack already ate. He’s all set for bed. Just needs to brush his teeth and- Ah!” You were cut off by yourself when you screamed at the world's loudest thunderclap. It sounded as if every house around them fell down. Covering your mouth from pure shock and embarrassment, you looked up at Aaron who was laughing at you. “It’s not funny!”

He finished up laughing and dragged his hand down his face that rested on his chin, “Yes, it is. It’s okay, we’re all afraid of something. Now just listen to those angels bowl while I go get Jack ready for bed.”

Aaron went upstairs and maybe two minutes later Haley walked in absolutely drenched in rain. You had gotten up and collected your things when Haley stopped you. “Honey, I can’t let you drive in that. My car was slipping all over the road. I couldn’t see through my windshield even with my wipers on. It’s bad out there. We have a guest room, please stay here tonight. It’s bad out there. Aaron won’t care if you stay.” No, Haley, he most certainly will not care.

You looked out the window to see how bad it actually was outside. It was bad and it was only getting worse. looking at Haley who was awaiting for your answer and took a deep breath. “That would be nice, Haley, thank you.”

“Awesome. I’ll go set up the guest room.” Haley was off to the room down the hall near Aaron’s office. you put your bag back down and keys beside it. She hung her coat and left her shoes by the door where they had been all day long. Aaron had come down the stairs dressed in black joggers, a plain t-shirt and some socks. It made you smile to see him dressed so casually. His hair even looked a bit messy.

“Hey,” you crossed your arms and stood in front of him. “I’m spending the night. Haley didn’t want me to drive in the storm.” you explained the situation to Aaron who smirked. You knew what he was thinking -- you were thinking it too. “I’m grateful. I hate driving in storms.”

Aaron walked past you, following him to the little cart they had with all kinds of alcohol displayed on it. He poured himself a glass of something. It looked like scotch or bourbon but to you they were the same drink. “Sounds nice. We are very glad to have you.” For a minute there you thought he was mad. “Would you like a drink?”

“I shouldn’t. I’m at my workplace.” you chuckled softly. Aaron loved that sound.

“Nonsense. You’re off now, Y/N! Have a drink,” Haley spoke as she rounded the corner. It was like she was listening in on the conversation. She leaned into Aaron and held onto his arm as if she was marking her territory. She kissed his arm lightly and smiled. “You’re our guest, let us treat you.”

“I’ll have a glass of wine, please. Red,” Aaron took out two bottles of wine to have you pick which one you wanted. “Thanks.” Aaron went to go open the bottle and left you and Haley alone together. It felt awkward to just to stand there looking at each other and not talking. And that’s when it dawned on you, youhad the perfect thing to say.

“Haley, do you have any tampons?” Really, Y/N, that’s your best ice breaker? You did need one though. you grinned awkwardly and Haley just laughed and took your hand, leading you to the half bath.

“You look petrified to ask! They’re under the sink in a basket. There are also some pads if you like those. Usually I keep them in here and in the bathroom in Aaron and my bedroom. Don’t be afraid to go in there if you need to.” Haley nodded and let you do what you needed. Did you really look scared? It was probably because you felt so weird knowing you and Aaron were going to have their little chat later in his house with his wife around. When you were done, you walked out of the bathroom to see them sitting in the living room. Aaron looked half dead and Haley did too.

Aaron smiled at her and handed her the glass. “Hey, Y/N, i’m wiped out. I’m going to get some sleep. All three of us sleep like rocks so make yourself at home. Goodnight.”

You nodded at Haley’s announcement, “Alright, get some rest. Goodnight!” And then there were two. Hotch looked at you when he heard the bedroom door shut upstairs and smiled. God, his smile was so nice. He didn’t look like the intimidating FBI agent anymore. He looked relaxed and happy. You were drowning in his eyes. They were so pretty--sometimes they looked green and sometimes brown but never a mixture of the two.

“Penny for your thoughts?” He asked in a low voice while you toyed around with the glass in hand. you stayed silent for a second and looked off to the picture of the family that was placed on the mantle next to the tv. “Hey, talk to me.”

You shook your head and sipped the wine you had left. “Not while she’s still awake okay? This is risky right now because all I want to do is kiss you and run my fingers through your hair. I can’t do that out in the open where she can walk out any second.” You explained and he understood completely. You were right, it was risky. All he wanted to do was lift you into his lap and kiss you all over.

“You’re right. Okay, come to my office in like an hour. Go rest and clear that pretty head of yours.”

“Sounds good to me.”

About an hour or so later you knocked on the door and the knock was so gentle he could have sworn and it was jack. “Come in.”

“Hey,” you stood in the room and closed the door behind you. hour body language was awkward and uncomfortable, not your usual confidant stance. “I uh.. Can I sit?”

“Please, yes, of course.” Aaron motioned towards the chairs in front of his desk. He closed the file he was working on and slipped some papers into the manila folder that had the bureau logo on it.

“Our letters seem so confident and bold and now i can’t even figure out if it’s appropriate to ask you how you are.” Aaron laughed because he felt the same way you did. It was new territory for the both of you. All of this was so new and so wrong.

Aaron didn’t waste a single second before asking the one thing they were both thinking. “Y/N... I- what is this? Obviously there's feelings here. And I mean real feelings.”

You shook your head and looked around the office. “I have no idea, Aaron. I’ve never even felt you. I haven't hugged you, shaken your hand, even brushed my fingers over yours. We’ve never even kissed. How could you ask me what this is when we’ve never even touched. I feel so helpless, she is always around.” You had a frustrated tone in your voice. You wasn’t angry or upset, just confused. You thought Aaron thought you were insane.

“Come here.”

“What?”

“Come here, Y/N.”

you got up, confused, and walked around to Aaron. He turned in his office chair to face you. You were just standing in front of him awkwardly. Taking him all in. You smiled at his casual wear. You wore something similar. To her babysitting duties they have no dress code for you, but to just dress appropriate. You dressed pretty nice for Aaron to notice, but this morning you got your period and threw on leggings, a white tank top that was tight to your skin that was slightly cropped. He took your hands in his and smiled. You could have melted to the ground right then and there. “That's how my hands feel,” he whispered to her.

He let go of your hands and started to feel your body. Starting with your arms, his fingers lightly traveled the soft skin, giving you goosebumps all over. His hands swiftly moved to your torso. He ran them over your back and then to the front again. He felt the skin exposed from your short shirt, and even went riskier and moved his hands under the thin fabric. He didn’t do it in a way that he was going to feel your breasts, he was craving to feel you just as much as you were craving to feel him. He took you by the hips and brought you to sit in his lap.

“And this is what my lips feel like,” he whispered to you as he brought his hands to your cheeks and cupped them. When your lips touched, you could have sworn you felt real sparks. It was the best kiss either of you have ever had in your lives. His lips were rough but tender. Yours were plump and soft against his. Your hand came up and held his wrist, your other hand held your balance on his shoulder. Soon, it started getting heated. He swiped his tongue at your bottom lip for entrance. It was pure bliss for you both to be doing this. his lips found your neck and left wet sloppy kisses down it and onto your collarbones. You were also grinding on each other a bit which earned whimpers and groans from both of you.

“Wait, wait, let’s stop here for now. I can’t-” You fixed your posture while still sitting in his lap. You were catching your when you put her hands on Aaron’s chest and like instinct, he held them.

“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have been so forward like that. Did this make you uncomfortable?” You loved seeing the caring side of Aaron. He was so gentle.

“No, Aaron. That was amazing. I can’t go any further because I have my period and your wife is upstairs. I can’t have sex with you if she could pop in any minute.”

“So, you do want to have sex eventually?” he smirked and leaned his head on the back of the chair while he held your hands on his chest.

“Well… yes.” You blushed.

“Good.”

You teasingly rolled your eyes, “Shut up! Kiss me again, please.” Their lips met again but this time a lot more softer. One of Aaron’s hands held your thigh and rubbed gentle circles into it with his thumb while his other hand played with your hair. You had your arms wrapped around his neck while your hands played with his hair. Your lips danced together so perfectly. It was as if their only purpose in life was to kiss one another. And in these small romantic moments, all of the stress and anxiety from Haley washed away. It wasn’t even a thought in mind while you held each other close and made out.

“You are a very good kisser, Aaron Hotchner.” you said while breaking the kiss again. you sunk down on him a bit and took his arms to wrap around your waist. You leaned your head on his shoulder and squeezed him tight. He held you tighter in his arms and rubbed your back so softly you almost didn’t feel it. He leaned his head against yours and breathed in your scent. You smelled like vanilla and lavender. “I don’t want to let go.”

“You don’t have to sweet girl,” He whispered to you and left a kiss on the top of your head. “But I can make this a lot more comfortable,” He said as you felt his hands at the bottom of your thighs pick you up and walk over to the small couch he had against the office wall. He laid down with you still in his arms. Finally, you stretched your legs out and fixed your position to be more comfortable. Your head was leant against his chest where you could hear his rapid heartbeat. “This better?”

“A lot better,” He let his hand play with your hair as you held onto his free one. you didn’t want to let go of him but eventually you knew you were going to have to. It felt unfair, but truly it was unfair to Haley. This was happening right under her bedroom and she had no idea. “We have to talk about this.”

“I know.” Aaron sighed and looked down at the girl he held. It felt so nice to be falling for someone again. It had been years and years since his heart raced like this. Since genuine excitement and nervousness arose inside of him because of another person. It had been so long since since he’d actually kissed someone with passion and even longer since he held a person who wasn’t his son close to him like this. He missed having small intimate moments with another person.

Truth be told, him and Haley weren’t as perfect as they made it seem. They had Jack because they both wanted kids but Aaron had fallen out of love with her long before Jack came along four years ago. They, in his opinion, lost their spark. He loved her as a friend, not a forever partner. He once did though. He had no idea where it went and he tried to get it back, but nothing saved his marriage for him. He didn’t have the heart to tell Haley because he knew she still felt the spark-- the love he lost. He knew this didn’t make it any better. Cheating made the heartbreak she’ll feel worse, but when he first saw you, he felt that spark again. He couldn’t waste a minute on it either. You noticed he was in a bit of a daze, so you began laying small kisses on his neck. He giggled softly.

“What are we doing?” You asked. you had a serious tone. “Aaron, you’re married. This is wrong--so wrong. You make me feel different and it scares me. LIke, I don’t even know your exact age by the way. There is so much to talk about here.”

“I’m forty-one. Forty-two in November. And I really want to take you on a few dates and hopefully become your… unfortunately married boyfriend.” Aaron laughed and you rolled your eyes at him.

you sat up but stayed on his lap, your hands cupped his cheeks. He looked so good it was hard to be annoyed with him. “It’s not funny, Aaron.”

“I’m serious. Soon enough I’ll be asking for a divorce. I just need to get certain things squared away and figured out, okay? I want to do this with you, Y/N.” He meant that and you could tell. You hated all of this so much. It wasn’t like you to do something so stupid.

You nodded your head to what he was saying. “Fine. That doesn’t mean I like doing this. Haley is kind and she deserves a lot better.”

“I agree.”

“You really want to try dating? We barely know each other. We call and write notes and sometimes text, I know. But what do we really know?” You questioned.

“Isn’t that the whole point of dating, to get to know each other? And then when you finally are comfortable enough to admit you know each other that's when you establish you’re boyfriend and girlfriend and in a relationship?” He did make fair points.

“That’s true. Okay, we’re dating? Or going to start to? When do either of us even have time for dates?” You stressed. To calm you down Aaron took your hands, kissed both and held them in his own. “Aaron.”

“Friday you’re not working. Haley has the day off. I’ll take you to lunch, okay? Lunch date good for you?” You nodded and kissed him.

“We’re so wrong for this.” you sighed.

“It’ll be okay, sweet girl, I promise. Now let me read that letter you shoved into your pants when I walked into the house earlier.” Damnit, he saw that? You reached into the waistband of your leggings and pulled out the folded sheet of paper. You sat up on top of him again and covered your face with your hands as he read over the words.

DEAR AARON

   Lately, you’re all I think about before I sleep. Your smile, your eyes that are so easy to drown in, your voice. The way you look at Jack when he runs into your arms after a long day. You infiltrated my head, Mr. Hotchner. And I’m so very okay with it. I hope to get you up close and personal soon and to talk all of this over like you’ve been promising. You’ve got me helpless here.

                         Y/N

“You’re very cute, angel. Seems to me you got what you hoped for too.” Aaron smiled at the letter before putting it on the table next to the couch. “You’re all I think about too. I know I say it often but you are so special.” He took you in for a hug and you basically melted into each other.

“You are too, Aaron.”

Some time went by of you just talking about random things and taking breaks to make out and feel each other. When it got later, you began to fall asleep in Aaron’s arms and it killed him to disrupt your relaxation.

“Hey, let me take you to bed, okay?” you whimpered what sounded like no, no. Which made Aaron kiss your head. He moved around a bit and pick you up bridal style. “I know, sweet girl. I don’t want to let you go either. You need sleep.” He spoke as he walked quietly to your room. He gently laid you down into the guest bed. He undid the made bed and let you cuddle into it. You looked so beautiful when relaxed. Aaron bent down and gave you one last kiss before going to his own bed. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Aaron.”

That morning, you woke up to the smell of coffee being brewed. You almost forgot where you were for a moment. Looking out the window next to you, you saw how the storm had finally cleared. Breathing in, you got out of the much too comfortable bed and made your way to the kitchen. Aaron and Haley were standing there drinking coffee. You looked at the clock on your phone and it was only 7:05am. Aaron was reading a file and Haley was doing something on her phone.

“Good morning,” You broke the silence and the couple looked up from what they were doing. Aaron and her were both dressed for their jobs already and damn did he look good. “Thank you for letting me sleep here last night.”

“That’s no problem, sweetheart. Anytime. Coffee?” Haley said with that same gorgeous smile plastered on her face. You just wanted to rip it off. Not because you had something against Haley, no. You liked her. You were just not a morning person.

“I’m okay, thank you. I’m more of an iced coffee with lots of hazelnut creamer and sugar type of person,” Haley giggled. “Is it okay if i just run back to my apartment and freshen up? I live like a 15 minute drive away, I’ll be quick and be back in time before you guys leave.” you asked nicely. you really wanted to shower and change your clothes and brush your teeth and hair. You could only imagine how insane you must look right now. You weren’t the calmest sleeper.

Aaron looked at you and smiled. Looking into his eyes felt different since last night. It felt better than before actually. you almost wanted to run into his arms and give him a big ol’ kiss and tell him to have a great day at work. You couldn’t do that for obvious reasons.

Haley sawolled her coffee and began speaking, “Actually, we decided we’d relieve you for the day. Since you’ve spent every day here for the last month and because you had to sleep here. My sister is on her way. I hope that’s okay! We thought you deserved a break.” Haley explained nervously. You smiled at her kindly.

“That’s very kind of you guys, thank you. I appreciate it a lot. Tell Jack I'll be back to bug him tomorrow! And again, Thank you for everything.” Both Haley and Aaron said you’re welcome and all three said goodbye. You were just about to open the door when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“Your pay, sweet girl,” He whispered that last part. “Have a nice day.” “You too.”

you got into the car and opened the envelope of money for your note immediately:

DEAR AMARA,

     I’m writing to you from this morning. I scraped my last letter because now I have better things to say. I miss your lips already. And that soft skin. Holding you made me feel the same happiness I feel whenever I hear Jack’s laugh or see him smile. I can’t wait to kiss those pretty lips again, sweet girl. I promise this will all work out and we will be happy, okay? Now, whenever you read this, please text me your favorite type of food so I can figure something out for friday.

                        AARON

you kissed the paper and drove home with a smile on your face with the memories of last night playing over and over in your head.

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