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It wasn't your fault. It really wasn't. If anything, you entirely blamed the rest of the team. When you were first assigned to the BAU most of your anticipation came from the fact that you would be working with Aaron Hotchner for the first time again in more than 10 years.
The first time the two of you ever met was on a detail years ago, and despite his marriage, despite your then long term significant other, there was a certain undeniable tension between the two of you, a spark of connection that, had the two of you been unattached, definitely would have been the start of something. And while nothing ever happened, while neither of you cheated (because there was no way either one of you would have done that to your partners), you still felt as if those months you and Aaron spent working closely along side each other were just an unfortunate example of the right person, but the wrong time. It was even more disappointing when you were transferred away from D.C. at the end of the detail, leaving more than half the country separating you and Aaron.
Yet upon your return to Virginia, and with neither of you in a relationship, the only thing that kept you from feeling like someone who'd won the romantic lottery was remembering that Aaron Hotchner was your boss now, your unit chief. He'd always been Aaron, or Hotch, but now sometimes Hotch was paired with a sir.
While the rest of the team had been somewhat shocked that the two of you had previously worked together, you and Aaron had been pleasantly surprised by the tension between the two of you that was as present as ever. You'd seen it in the way his usual stare lingered on you for a little too long after you let go of his hand during that first welcoming handshake. And you continued to feel it every time he spoke to you with his low voice and it's tendency to cause such a deep, longing ache in your chest.
The two of you were still undeniably attracted to each other, and because of that, there were certain unspoken rules of separation the two of you followed while at work. Unspoken rules that had become necessary after you boldly tried to trace your foot up his pants leg when you sat across from him on the jet. Rules that became necessary after you caught him peering down the front of your blouse one too many times (even if that only encouraged you to continue showing off your extensive collection of low cut shirts). Because, even if nothing ever happened between you, you both still had jobs to do, you had to remain professional.
But, of course, like the damned group of profilers they were, none of your new collogues ever seemed to pick up on what you believed to be overtly obvious indicators of your attraction for each other. They only saw avoidance, heard restrained words and clipped formalities, and from that the rumor mill was set in motion.
The ridiculous idea that you and Aaron despised one another tore through the team, and, by the beginning of your third month with the unit, it was believed to be absolute fact.
You and Aaron hated each other.
Apparently.
The first time you heard them say as much, it surprised you so much you couldn't force yourself to correct them. After the fact, you found yourself rolling the conversation over and over again in your mind, thinking about how you would have corrected them had you been a little quicker with your words, yet you never came up with anything... feasible or realistic (or anything that didn't sound like an utter lie). Tell them there was no way you could hate your boss, not when you wanted into his pants? Yeah. That would go over real well.
It was something Aaron had laughed at you for when you told him about it later that evening. It was also how the two of you turned it all into a game. How everyone balking at how much you two supposedly hated each other turned into something you and Aaron started playing up for the laughs. Something the two of you played with just so you could find out how far you could go with each other, and just how obvious you could be in front of the others without getting caught.
So, yes, you very much blamed the rest of the team.
--
"Don't look now, guys," Emily's eyes were wide as she let herself drop into the plush jet seat across the table from you, "but Hotch seems pissed." She said, giving you, Morgan and Reid a fleeting grimace.
You shook your head, trying not to let the corners of your mouth lilt upwards.
Derek nudged you, pulling your attention towards him, "What'd you do this time?" He teased.
You glared at him, "Why do think I did anything?"
"Because based on 96 separate interactions I've observed between the two of you, we're all fairly certain Hotch-" Reid started.
"Hates me? Yeah. So you've told me."
"Yes! And you hate him too. You and Hotch may be pretty decent at not making it obvious, especially in front of the local law enforcement we work with, but-"
"You work with profilers, sweetheart, we can tell." Derek continued.
You scoffed as your three tablemates laughed.
"Well, I promise you, I haven't done anything."
That was when everyone's faces changed and you felt a familiar presence standing just behind your seat.
"What did you do?"
It was Aaron.
Tilting your head, you raised an eyebrow at Reid before rolling your eyes. For you it was a playful gesture, but you knew Morgan, Prentiss, and Reid would see it differently.
"Nothing." You answered.
"Good." Aaron practically hummed in response, "Maybe keep it that way."
You felt a quick tug to one the strands of hair at the back of your head. One of many teases you'd gotten good at not reacting to in front of the team. It was also an indicator that neither JJ or Rossi were currently paying either of you any attention.
Then you heard the firm, "Let's get started on the briefing."
It wasn't until after the jet landed that you found time to retaliate. Walking behind him toward the door and the steps down to the runway, you reached up and gave his ear a returning tug, if only so you could laugh at the quick look of false offense he gave you in return before turning back around.
You couldn't see his face from where you were positioned behind him, but you knew he was attempting to restrain a smile before either Rossi or Morgan caught it.
At least you knew you would get him to forget about whatever it was that Emily claimed he was supposedly pissed off about.
(Which you definitely did the next morning, practically right in front of the team and the local PD, when you started fiddling with Aaron's tie, pulling his gaze right to yours, while the two of you stood at the back of the room and listened to JJ and Reid theorize together in front of the evidence board.)
--
A week and a half later the team was standing in a different police precinct on the other side of the country tracking an unsub who was kidnapping his victims and torturing them to the point of death before posing their bodies back in their own homes.
The team had been at the case for days, waiting for the unsub to make a mistake, and you all knew you were missing something, but no one could predict what that something might have been.
Which is why when Aaron explained he was going to go back to the first crime scene while the team reworked the profile and reexamined evidence, you spoke without thinking. The same idea had been brewing in your mind. The first victim, the first crime scene was different from all the rest, you all knew that, and part of you believed that it had to mean something more than what you'd already profiled.
"I'll come with you." You said absent-mindedly, focused on the gruesome and nauseating photos that were posted on the board in front of you.
It was a good thing you had a strong stomach.
Hotch had only given a gruff I'll bring the SUV around before his exit, leaving you alone with JJ and Reid's eyes on you.
Feeling the heat of their stares, you turned, clear confusion written into your expression, "What?"
JJ spoke your name slowly, "Are you sure it's a good idea for you to go with Hotch? Alone? You two don't exactly get along."
You let out a long-winded sigh, "JJ, Hotch and I are professionals. I'm sure we'll be just fine looking over a crime scene together."
"Really? Because just this morning I watched you glare at Hotch for 8 minutes and 37 seconds straight from across the table in the conference room. Normally the average adult will blink approximately 12 times per minute, but I'm pretty sure in the time you spent glaring at him, you blinked less than 3 times per minute." Reid added.
Involuntarily blinking in rapid succession, you glanced up at Reid. Of course he'd noticed that.
You remembered the moment he was referring to, and you hadn't exactly been glaring. Aaron had chosen today of all days to go without a suit jacket or tie, leaving the top two buttons of his shirt undone and his sleeves rolled up. The bits of hair peaking out from the top of his shirt and on his forearms had been so tempting you'd accidentally found yourself staring at him for far longer than would have been considered appropriate, undressing him in your mind before your daydream version of yourself shoved him down onto your bed back home and happily fucked him.
Giving Reid a look of distaste, you turned, and without another word strolled towards the front of the building, only vaguely ignoring the words JJ called after you.
"Okay! But don't come back and complain to us if you two get into an argument!"
It wasn't until you were seated in the SUV's passenger seat, your door closed and your seatbelt clicked into place, that you finally let soft laughter escape you.
Aaron turned, looking at you with a small quirk to his lips, "Are they doing it again?"
"When are they not."
Aaron let out a short chuckle at that, "What was it this time? Who was it? JJ or Reid?"
"Both. They're worried about us being alone together."
"Oh. I'm worried too, but for probably a completely different reason."
Your eyes widened as you looked to Aaron who suddenly seemed far to focused on the red light you'd pulled up to. You let out an exaggerated scoff, "Aaron Hotchner, are you implying I would do things to you while we are working?"
"Says the woman who grabbed my ass while we were watching an interrogation yesterday."
"Says the man who started the ass grabbing."
It wasn't subtle. His large hand had come to rest on the small of your back as the two of you stood next to each other in front of the glass. Rossi had also been in the room, focused far more on Morgan and Prentiss's interrogation than the two of you not-so-secretly fooling around. Then his hand was carefully and silently sliding down your backside, and his palm was firmly cupping your ass. The quick squeeze before he retreated hadn't exactly surprised you. You knew exactly how good your ass looked in those pants, and that definitely wasn't the first time he'd done it. Nor was it the first time it had happened with someone from the team standing in the same room.
You felt a smug smile spread across your lips when Aaron didn't offer a response.
Mmhm, that's what I thought.
"They are gonna feel like such idiots when they realize." You said.
When you two were eventually caught.
As much as you wanted to claim the two of you were complete professions while you reexamined the first crime scene together, you knew that would have been a definite lie. You and Aaron were mostly able to remain focused on your task at hand, yet the conversations between you steered off course quite often.
"So, Jack's going to a sleepover next weekend with a few of his friends from soccer." You could tell Aaron was trying to initiate the conversation casually, yet you could hear a certain hesitation in his voice.
"That's adorable." You commented, "So, what? Are you anxious about him being away from you and Jess for a couple nights?"
Aaron let out a breath, and you turned to watch as he searched through the victim's desk drawers, "I... I guess. I'm mostly just happy he's making friends he's comfortable enough to want to spend time with outside of practice."
"That's good. So what's the problem? You sound... hesitant."
Turning back around you lowered yourself to your knees to look underneath the bed. Upon seeing a few long untouched boxes, you quickly pulled them out. You were readying yourself to look inside when Aaron's voice made you pause.
"I was actually thinking you could come over for dinner one evening." He said.
Your head swiveled around, and you stared at Aaron for a long moment, "Are you asking me on a date, Hotchner?"
One of Aaron's usually straight brows arced high on his forehead and looked at you out of the corner of his eye for a brief moment before he turned back to his own task, "Of course not. Don't you know? We hate each other, why would I ask you on a date?"
You snorted, shaking your head before opening the box, "Yeah, I'll come over for dinner. Just try not to poison me, alright? I don't think the team would take it well if their fearless leader turned out to be a murderer."
"Well, damn." He deadpanned, "How'd you know about my plan to slip something into your wine."
"Ooh, wine and dinner from Aaron Hotchner. I feel so special."
--
After that initial dinner, nothing changed.
No. That wasn't true.
Everything changed.
Or at least it felt like it had for you. Suddenly all the palpable tension that had existed between you and Aaron from the start felt like it was soon going to bubble over. You hadn't had sex in months, not since returning to Virginia, not since you met Aaron Hotchner again, and now, suddenly after one dinner together, you were ready to shove the man to the floor of his office and show him exactly how heated every single one of his teases made you.
What had always been a... severe sexual tension between you and him, had quickly turned far more unmistakable and undeniable. Every time he touched you, you could feel a tell-tale warmth spread over your chest. Every word he said to you in front of the team that had double-meaning sent your heart pounding. And every heated glance had your mind whirring with the possibilities as unexpected arousal shot down your spine.
You had always wanted sex with Aaron Hotchner, but now you were entirely too desperate to know what his cock would feel like inside your soaked cunt, what his lips would feel like against yours, and what his rough hands would feel like running across your bare skin.
After only a single dinner, part of you began to wonder just how long you two would be able to keep up this game without it coming back to bite you in the ass.
--
Unfortunately for you and Aaron, sometimes the pull between the two of you, and the inability to express such deep-seated desire strained too far, and instead of expressing it with shameless flirting, it was forced out in heated arguments. Arguments that were less witty banter, and far more loud. Arguments you were never able to predict, arguments that never left you angry, but always left you unable to look the rest of the team in the eye out of fear that the lust coursing through you would be obvious on your face, that it would give you away, embarrass you. They were arguments that would leave anyone else fuming in their aftermath, but, if you had to guess by the look on Aaron's face, only left you and him ready to tear at each other's clothes. (Or rather left him ready to push you against the nearest wall and fuck you 'til you couldn't stand.)
However, it wasn't until after one particular argument between you and him that you started to realize there was more to the other's assumption of hatred than just a forced avoidance and words that played like a double-edged sword. To them, those arguments only confirmed their belief that the two of you completely abhorred each other rather than the definite opposite.
You and Aaron had moments where you frustrated each other in more ways than one, and when your team leader refused to allow you your turn to interrogate the unsub, your turn to get as much information from him as possible, you couldn't help but voice that frustration.
It was the intense argument that happened in front of the team, in the middle of a small town police precinct, that got you to see your situation with Aaron from their perspective. However, you still thought a team of trained profilers could do far better when it came to making assumptions about your relationship with Aaron.
But, regardless of what they thought, the arguing would continue, the banter would continue, the game you and Aaron had started would continue. Only after months of teasing and flirting, and dinners almost every evening the two of you were both free of responsibility, your feelings for Aaron had escalated wildly, and if something didn't happen between the two of you soon, you were convinced you would burst at the seams.
You wanted him badly, and you could tell the feeling was mutual, but you also couldn't help the way all that lust had evolved. Wanting to sleep with Aaron Hotchner, wanting to finally act on the tension that had kept you in a chokehold for months was one thing, but wanting more, wanting shared meals, shared time, soft touches and for him one day to look at you the way you knew he had looked at Haley, once upon a time, was something completely different.
The only thing that just barely held you together however, was the sad, but logical realization that the two of you could... never for so many different reasons. But it was that same realization that left your gut churning in discomfort, and, eventually, burst at the seams you did.
The team had been between cases, doing mostly consults, interviews, and custodials when Aaron pulled you from your desk in the bullpen, and called you down to the file room with him.
Despite Penelope's efforts to make the unit as paperless as possible, the whole of the FBI had taken far less initiative. You imagined the existence of paper files, and the collection room that mostly held the FBI's files from the early 90's and earlier would never go away.
Aaron had been silent as he lead you through the stacks, shelves upon shelves of boxes filled with information, data, surveillance, and criminal activity, when he eventually came to a stop at the end of one of the shelves along the back wall and he immediately started pulling boxes.
"What are you looking for?" You asked.
"Cold cases."
Your eyebrows rose in confusion, "And we're looking at cold cases because...?"
"We aren't. You are." Aaron turned handing you one of the boxes, "I need you to read through these and write up a profile."
You frowned, tipping up the lid on the box so you could peak at how many files were inside, "Okay.... And are you going to tell me why you're having me waste my time on a cold case from the-" You quickly checked the label on the side of the evidence box, "-70's?"
The lines on Aaron's forehead deepened, something was clearly wrong. "No. And I shouldn't have to."
Your eyes went wide and your mouth fell open, "What?"
"I'm your boss and when I ask you to do something I expect you to do it. I thought I should be able to trust you of all peopl-" Aaron's voice was steady but the moment he could no longer look you in the eye as he said those words, you knew.
"Oh, that's bullshit, and you know it."
"It's bullshit for me to expect my team to do their jobs?"
Setting the box back on the shelf with more force than you intended you stepped closer to Aaron, "No, it's bullshit for you to expect me to waste my time writing a profile on a dead case without a reason. If you'll just tell me why you need me to do it, if you'd just tell me what's happening, then I'll happily look through the files for you. But until then..." You offered him a slight shrug as if to say my hands are tied.
It was at this that Aaron finally met your gaze again. He still held that same stern look from before, but you also could have swore his pupils were blown wider than they had been a few moments ago. (And if your mind hadn't been clouded in frustration in that moment you also would have been able to recall that this was one of his tells. This happened every time the two of you argued.)
"I shouldn't have to explain my every request to you." He said. However, this time, his voice completely lacked the unforgiving, unyielding inclination it had previously held.
You took another step closer to him, bringing the two of you practically chest to chest as you tipped your head back to continue staring him in the eye, "And I shouldn't have to follow orders that even my boss knows are completel-"
Yet, your sentence quickly died in your throat when Aaron's hands were suddenly coming up to the sides of your face and his lips were slamming down into yours.
While your brain had short-circuited at the connection, at the thought that Aaron's lips were on yours, that he was kissing you, your body acted on clumsy instinct. You practically threw yourself at Aaron, your hands clawing at his shoulders as they grabbed the back of his suit jacket. The two of you swayed for only a short moment, but before you knew what was happening, before you even had time to savor how his lips felt against yours, Aaron was turning the two of you around, your back suddenly pressed against the cold cinder block wall, and you were letting out a gasp.
The two of you were practically feverish, your hands furiously feeling along each other's bodies, while Aaron leaned over you, using your position against the wall to his advantage. You were on your toes at this point, your body pressed hard against Aaron's as he held you up, and you knew if he wanted to he could have you off your feet in less than a second.
As goofy and as cliché as it was, the world had fallen away around you. Months and months of sexual tension and pining were suddenly gone like a switch had been flipped, and after years of wondering you finally knew what it was like to have all of Aaron Hotchner's attention directed solely on you. You finally knew what those lips felt like against yours, how the slip of his tongue against yours would cause a moan to slip from your lips, and how those damn hands of his felt as they grabbed desperately any part of your body they could reach. You suddenly couldn't imagine how you had made it through life for this long without knowing about the needy noises Aaron made in the back of his throat when he kissed you, without knowing about what his quickly stiffening cock felt like straining through his trousers and pressed against your belly, or without knowing that he apparently quite enjoyed it when you scratched your nails along the nape of his neck.
And then it all suddenly came crashing back when you heard a voice calling out your names through the stacks.
The two of you swiftly pulled apart, your lips audibly smacking with the separation, before you stood frozen together, still chest to chest.
It was Morgan.
Your eyes blew wide when you heard him call out your names again, the sounds of his footsteps growing louder as he walked through the shelves looking for you and Aaron. Looking at you for a long moment, you felt Aaron take a calming breath before he was stepping back, your heels clicking on the floor, and his demeanor changed.
"We're here, Morgan." He sounded like his normal hard-ass self, but you could hear the slight quiver in his voice as he spoke.
Looking down, you tried desperately not to let your gaze linger on the tenting that was still present in Aaron's slacks as you brought your fingers up to just barely graze over your kiss-swollen lips.
Holy fuck.
You were suddenly glad you had been too lazy to put lipstick on this morning.
However, when Morgan rounded the corner, you let your hand fall away and you tried to focus back on the fact that you were still at work, meant to be doing your job.
Not making out in the file room with your fucking boss.
"Hey. You two cool?" You could see the creases forming between Morgan's brows as he looked between you and Aaron.
You forced yourself to answer before Aaron could, "We're fine. What's up?"
"There's been a child abduction in Denver, they need all of us there as soon as possible."
It was with that, with the harsh reminder of what you and Aaron did for a living, of what the people of this world did to each other, you felt your spine straighten and the professional persona you held as an FBI agent return to you in full force.
Now was not the time to have a crisis about kissing your boss who you were horribly attracted to. It was time to find the kid who was currently in danger and possibly hurting right at that very moment.
--
You spent the jet ride to Denver stuck in your thoughts. Your focus was meant to be on the twin boy and girl who'd been abducted from their own home not even 2 hours ago, but it was wavering, and it was wavering badly.
Part of you couldn't believe your first kiss shared with Aaron had been at work of all places, but another part of you was... giddy.
You and Aaron had finally shared a first kiss, and if Morgan hadn't walked in when he did, there had been a very real possibility that other things could have happened too. Your mind was reeling, and you were entirely too pleased. You were also... angry that things had actually been moving forward in your relationship with Aaron, far further than the two of you had ever gone in the time you'd known each other, only for the job to get in the way of things progressing even further.
The job.
Fuck.
Blinking, you shook yourself out of your thoughts and back to the briefing that was happening over the table only for your eyes to immediately find Aaron's.
He was giving you that look.
That look that said he was thinking the exact same things you were.
Fuck. Fuck fuck. Fuck fuckfuckfuck. This case was going to be a fucking doozy. As if child abductions weren't already enough of a stressor....
When the jet finally touched down in Denver, you and Aaron had already been caught leaving each other with lingering stares one too many times. There was no doubt in your mind that the rest of the team was already making their own biased assumptions based on what they'd observed during the duration of the flight. Morgan was probably thinking about the two of you down in the file room and what could have happened to make you two so....
As everyone stretched before grabbing their things, ready to disembark, you stood as well, trying not to let yourself focus on the way Aaron, still in his window seat, had yet to move, or how his gaze had followed your movements.
And then you heard him speak your name, "Hold back for a moment, please. I need to speak with you." He said in his Unit Chief voice. His unbelievably sexy-
"Sure." You sat down on the long sofa across from the table and didn't let yourself catch any of the sympathetic smiles the team offered as they exited.
It was only when you and Aaron were left alone that the two of you stood, gravitating together in the middle isle, the two of you looking at each other, and for a long moment, neither said a word.
Then Aaron sighed, your name falling from his lips in a harsh breath, "We-"
He paused, the strain of the case already building tension in his shoulders and stressing the lines on his face, but you easily guessed what he was going to say, "We have to focus. I know."
Aaron offered you a stern nod, his lips pressing together in a firm line. There was more to be said between the two of you, actions and words that had yet to boil to the surface. But now was not the time.
You carefully, reached out a hand, to pat down uselessly at his perfectly in place tie, "Just- just promise me that we won't let this go. That... we won't let that be the only time anything happens between you and me."
Aaron reached down to grab at your wrist, his thumb rubbing at the soft skin just below your palm before he was slowly shaking his head, "I don't think I could handle that being my only chance."
"Okay." You whispered, nodding up at him. However, you could only stand to hold his gaze for so long before you had to pull away, your eyes immediately moving over his shoulder as he reluctantly released you, and the two of you, after grabbing your own belongings, exited the jet to the group of profilers, your team, waiting for you on the tarmac.
From the moment the team entered the Denver field office to the moment 7 year old twins Lacey and Leo Thompson were found cowering, their faces covered in dried tears, in their estranged uncle's basement, there had been no stopping, no time to rest. There had barely been time for coffee breaks let alone sleep in the hotel rooms the team had been given for the duration of their stay in Colorado. You and the team were under a clear time restraint, statistics about child abductions that you knew well looping through your mind constantly as the team interviewed family, classmates, classmate's parents, and built a profile of the Unsub. Yet, you couldn't help the small semblance of relief that lingered in the back of your mind over the moment you and Aaron had shared on the jet. Not as relieved as you were when you and JJ were carrying Leo and Lacey up the stairs and out of their uncle's house, and yet....
After 38 antagonizing, excruciating, and sleepless hours, the twins were getting checked over at the hospital, their relieved (and angry) parents at their side, and the case was wrapped. All was left was a jet ride back to Quantico and, of course, paperwork.
And this time, more so than usual, you were looking forward to the trip home. To being home. Because being home meant that, perhaps, you and Aaron would finally get another chance. A chance to say and do everything you two had been thinking about since that furious, feverish moment when it had just been you two and nothing else.
But then you learned the BAU team was, instead, staying the night in Denver. Apparently the field office, after dragging you out to Colorado and using the team to it's full advantage, was insisting you stay, spend an evening relaxing near the mountains, and get some rest, and apparently Aaron agreed. So the jet was grounded for the night, and you all were properly checked into the hotel rooms that had originally meant to be yours upon your initial arrival.
You couldn't deny you were somewhat grateful for this change of plans. Sleeping in a hotel bed would always be better than napping on the jet, and truly all you wanted to do was fall into bed and sleep for the next 12 hours.
But unfortunately, even after the slow cool down that came with the closing of a case, even after a few final hours at the field office helping them deconstruct the evidence boards and prepare everything for their file boxes, there was still an... intense amount of adrenaline pumping through your veins.
And with adrenaline, there sometimes came... stupidity.
The moment you crossed the threshold to your shared hotel room with Emily, the moment you saw the bed and your kiss with Aaron started looping at the forefront of your mind, you began forming a very off kilter plan.
For all the effort the field office put into getting the team to stay the night in Denver, they had been unable to do more than give you 4 double rooms at the hotel you were put up in. Which meant everyone was sharing. Well. Not JJ, who it seemed drew the lucky straw this time around, and got to be the only one with a room to herself.
You and Emily were paired together, and Morgan and Rossi got put together. Which left Aaron in a room with Reid.
Which also left you using everything you knew about Reid to convince him not to spend his evening in his shared room or the warm embrace of a bed, but rather with Morgan and Rossi.
Why?
Because you wanted to be in that room.
And somehow. Somehow despite the clear bags under Reid's eyes, despite Rossi's grumpy demeanor, and despite the way you watched Morgan grimace after Reid approached the two of them, it worked.
Of course, you weren't a complete idiot. You did initially try to convince JJ to let Emily bunk with her, dragging out some bullshit about how Emily obviously would have preferred sharing a room with JJ rather than you, but when JJ refused to budge, claiming she wanted the privacy for the night, you were left to the idiocy. Which turned into Rossi, Morgan, and Reid going out to a bar before having a "guy's night" in Rossi and Morgan's room, and you quickly checking your surroundings outside of Aaron's hotel room door before knocking.
It didn't take long before the door was swinging open and your heart was racing at the sight of Aaron standing in front of you looking entirely too casual with no shoes, no jacket, no tie, and his dress shirt open to reveal his white undershirt. When he recognized it was you standing outside his door, you watched as he frowned and did his own check down the hall to make sure the two of you were alone.
"Is something wrong? What are you doing here?"
Still caught on the sight of Aaron Hotchner in front of you, looking like that, your mind barely registered his words. Instead, you were pushing yourself through his door and letting it swing shut behind you as your hands immediately found their place on his chest, and your lips their rightful place pressed to his.
Stumbling backwards slightly, Aaron's hands instantly found their own home on your hips as he dragged your body along. He was clearly caught off guard by your sudden bold decisiveness, yet he was happily conforming to your heated touches and the firm presses of your mouth on his.
But, between the pecks of your lips to his, you barely, just barely, recognized that he was trying to tell you something.
"Wai-" Your lips landed on his again, silencing another attempt.
Then, "Wait. Reid."
You gave him another quick peck before pulling back, a teasing smirk forming on your face, "That's not my name, Hotchner. Is there something you're trying to tell me?" You joked.
"No-" A sudden short and breathy laugh escaped Aaron, "No. I'm trying to tell you, that as enjoyable as this is, and as much as I would like to continue," He pulled your body to his, lining up your forms chest to thighs, and you could feel the obvious indicator of his enjoyment stiffening against your lower stomach, "I'm rooming with Reid and I don't know when he'll be back." He gave a quick glance to what was meant to be Reid's bed before offering you a tender smile.
Your own smile widened and you gave a quick gesture with your brows, "Then it's a good thing I know that Reid is going to be with Morgan and Rossi all night."
You leaned in, wrapping your arms fully around Aaron's back, so you could capture his soft lips once again, but Aaron was pulling back, regarding you in confusion.
You rolled your eyes, "Don't ask."
"But, hi-"
"No, shush." You quieted him with a press of your lips against his, "Less talking." Another peck, "More using your mouth on me."
Aaron let out a rough chuckle, but, soon, he was complying, doing as you wished. You and Aaron happily played a repeat performance of what happened between the two of you in the file room almost two days prior, only this time far more horizontal than vertical. Incidentally, nothing more than the heated press of lips and some under the shirt touching happened that evening, your adrenaline high quickly crashing around you, and both of you favoring to sleep next to each other in Aaron's bed rather than let the first time you had sex be in some random hotel room. But you both fell asleep under the plush hotel comforter with the promise of more to come in the near future, and for now you were content enough with just that.
However, if you had taken the time to slow down and listen to Aaron before the two of you fell into each other's arms, or if you had let your focus go beyond the tunnel vision you had set on him, you would have seen Spencer's go-bag still in place on top of the empty bed on the other side of the room.
--
When Spencer Reid made it back to his own hotel room that night at around 3:30 in the morning, after practically being kicked out of Morgan and Rossi's room, and found the room completely dark, he elected to leave the lights off. Being the good roommate that he was, that he was going to be, he knew it was best to let Hotch sleep. (He definitely needed it.) And even after swiftly snatching up his bag, when he entered the bathroom, he kept the light switch in the off position until the door was completely closed and he tried to be as quiet as possible while removing his contacts and performing his nightly routine.
This was perhaps why he didn't realize there was an extra person in the room alongside his Unit Chief, and also why, upon a quick glance to the other bed, he didn't recognize that the lump under the covers was a bit too large to just be a singular Aaron Hotchner.
--
When you drifted awake the next morning, tucked warm under the covers and under the large arm that was curled around you, your eyes focused first on the bedside table clock.
7:30
Okay, so you didn't sleep for 12 hours like you'd initially, and somewhat foolishly hoped, but at least you slept. At least you'd had the pleasure of sleeping in a particular someone's arms.
Arms that were very inviting if you did say so yourself.
Blinking lazily, your hazy gaze traveled around the room, admiring the warm glow that was settling in the room through the sheer hotel curtains, before your eyes absent-mindedly settled on the second bed in the room.
You found yourself smiling softly at the sight of a peaceful Spencer Reid bundled tightly under his own comforter, sound asleep.
Cute.
Wait.
Spencer.
Your eyes blew wide and your heart began pounding in your ears as the the realization hit your sleep-addled brain.
"Oh my god." The harsh whisper spilled from your lips as you bolted straight up in Aaron's bed. Eyes flickering from Spencer to Aaron you said a quick prayer to whoever was listening that Reid didn't wake up before you were shoving the comforter and Aaron's arm away from your body, ignoring the slight grumble Aaron let out as he rolled over.
Moving as quietly as you possibly could, not bothering to remove the t-shirt Aaron had let you borrow to sleep in, you shoved your pants and shoes back on before swiping your shirt up from the floor and making a hasty but silent exit, careful not to let the door close loudly behind you.
In the short time that had passed since you'd woken up, your heart had yet to cease its incessant and almost painful beating in your chest. And when you reached the door to the room you were meant to share with Emily last night, you dreaded what kind of questions or teasing would be waiting for you if she was awake.
You got lucky.
Too lucky.
The long breath that left your lungs upon finding Emily still asleep was one of relief rather than the unease you'd anticipated, and after putting Aaron's shirt into your go-bag before changing into the clothes you originally brought to sleep in, it seemed by the time she did wake up, Emily was none the wiser.
But that didn't stop the overwhelming anxiety you felt most of the jet ride back to Quantico early that afternoon. Reid had yet to give you any indication that he caught you in bed with Aaron the night before, but you couldn't help but wonder if he actually had, if he'd come back late last night only to find you and Aaron curled up together in the middle of the bed. You let your gaze find Spencer from across the jet. He had his head down, shoved into a book like usual, but when your eyes moved across the four-seater table, you were immediately caught by Aaron who was already looking at you.
He'd presumably woken up this morning to find you gone and Reid comfortable in his bed on the other side of the room, and likely had the same exact questions running through his mind. But before you could give him a subtle clue to join you in the small kitchenette so the two of you could discuss it, your view was obstructed by Emily moving to sit in the chair across from you.
"Hey." She smiled at you.
You offered a small smile in return. You knew your anxiety was still obvious on your face, however, "Hey. What's up?"
"I actually wanted to ask you," Emily shuffled slightly in her seat, crossing one leg over the other and moving her hair out of her face, "I didn't notice you come back to the room last night, is everything okay?"
Your eyebrows flew towards your hairline.
'Kay. So maybe you hadn't been as lucky or as sneaky as you'd previously thought.
"What? No, I'm fine." You said. You tried to make your response short, but you knew the moment your voice wavered that Emily knew the exact opposite was true.
Emily's facial expression shifted, her slight smile morphing into a knowing smirk as she regarded you skeptically, "You spent the night with someone didn't you?"
You couldn't help but let out a scoff at her words, "I don't know anyone in Denver, who could I have possibly spent the night with?"
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe whatever one night stand left THAT on your neck." Emily reached across the table to tap the skin just above your shirt collar.
Shit.
Your hand automatically flew up to cover the spot Emily had just gestured to. After getting back to the room that morning you hadn't even noticed the bruise that had obviously been put on your skin by Aaron's lips, yet now it was likely the entire team had seen it.
In that moment, you didn't know if you were meant to feel completely embarrassed and exposed, or uncaring. You were also still debating on whether you were going to kill Aaron later or attempt to return the favor.
Emily chuckled, "Well, I see whoever it is, clearly knew how to show you a good time."
Rolling your eyes, you shook your head as you thought about how if Emily actually knew what you'd been up to last night, she would be singing quite the different tune right about then, "You know, I don't actually have to tell you anything. So I slept elsewhere, I'm an adult. I don't need you to babysit me."
Emily shook her head in a mirror of you.
"But... thank you for checking on me and being concerned, I guess. I appreciate that."
Emily gave a short, but amused mhmm, before she was standing and moving back to her seat across from JJ once more.
Your eyes easily found Aaron's again.
--
It turned out that all those dinners you'd shared at Aaron's apartment in the past few months had genuinely been dates. Not that you'd ever assumed otherwise, but it wasn't until about a week after what happened between the two of you in Denver that either of you actually confirmed it out loud.
It was the thought that you'd been dating Aaron Hotchner this entire time that had butterflies forming in your belly like you were some teenaged school girl raving about finally having your first boyfriend.
But it was Aaron inching his hand higher and higher up your thigh as the two of you kissed furiously on his couch that had that same fluttering morphing into dripping arousal. And, much to your delight, it wasn't long after that a naked Aaron Hotchner was dragging your underwear away from your soaked cunt and he was diving in like a man consumed with hunger.
--
To say the two of you had become insatiable after the first time you slept together would have been an understatement. The little unspoken game you and Aaron had started upon your beginnings with the BAU was now seeped into almost every action the two of you carried out in front of the others at work. It was hidden in the heated gazes that Reid continued to interpret as despising glares. It was hidden in knuckles rapping on hotel room doors, neither of you bothering to keep quiet. It was hidden in the way you would plant yourself on Aaron's desk, right in the way of whatever he'd been working on, the office door and blinds left open, practically begging someone to come in. It was there in every brush of your lips against Aaron's jaw and every time Aaron purposefully grabbed your knee or your wrist in a forceful and tantalizing grip that told you exactly what he wished he was doing to you in that very moment.
And it was there the first time your heated glances at each other from across the jet spiraled further than they had before.
The entire ride to Quantico had been spent with you, sat at the four-seater table with Reid, Emily, and JJ, trying to purposefully catch Aaron's eyes every few minutes or so. As the minutes dragged on, however, the longer the two of you spent holding each others eyes, until eventually, Aaron was standing and walking down the isle between the seats with one clear intention in mind. On his way towards the kitchenette his fingers brushed against your arm causing you to turn in your seat and watch his retreating form, your eyes boring into his back so much you were certain he could feel your stare before there was a swish of the dividing curtain cutting off your line of sight.
You only had the barest bit of decency to wait a half a minute before you were offering a lame excuse me to the table, ignoring the odd glances in your direction, and quickly following after Aaron.
The curtain was barely closed behind you before Aaron's lips were on yours and your backside was being pressed against the counter top. Hands roamed, mouths opened to each other, and clothes turned wrinkled under harsh grips. Tomorrow you knew you would have a long bruise on your lower back from where the counter was digging into your hips.
Then Aaron's lips began trailing down your neck, his hands playing with the flimsy hem of your shirt, and you were left with your eyes squeezed shut and harsh breaths escaping you.
"Really? Here?" You tried to tease, but rather your words came out in a quiet and desperate whisper.
Aaron spoke into your skin, the brush of his lips threatening to set you aflame, "Yes. Right here."
With a returning hold on your hips, you were being lifted to sit on top of the kitchenette counter, a couple of mugs clanking together as they were pushed out of the way, and Aaron was pushing between your legs. Not that he had much trouble getting there as you locked your ankles around his back and let your hips grind into his.
Aaron lips made their way back to yours.
Your hands swiftly and uselessly yanked at his tie before you began tugging at where his shirt was tucked into his pants.
There was the sound of boots shuffling across the isle carpet and the hooks on the curtain scraping over the top of the curtain rod.
Neither of you noticed.
What you did notice however was, "Well, I'd say that explains a lot."
Surprised by the interruption, you and Aaron jolted out of your frenzied tumble only to simultaneously notice Rossi staring at the both of you from the kitchenette entrance.
Still locked in your embrace with Aaron you had no words as you stared wide eyed at Rossi. Eventually the urge to give in and let the situation play out won over. If you were being completely honest, you'd been expecting something similar to this to happen for weeks now.
It seemed you and Aaron were about to witness the conclusion to your little game.
"Explains what?" You heard Spencer say faintly from his seat.
Then Rossi was smirking at the both of you and the dividing curtain that had kept the two of you hidden was being abruptly tugged aside, revealing not only you and your compromising position to the team, but the team's sudden stares of shock to you.
In the end it was the silence and their gaping looks that had you tucking your head into Aaron's shoulder as you shook with uncontrolled laughter.
--
With still an hour left until you landed back in Quantico, after you and Aaron composed yourselves, and shared a couple sly smirks, the two of you found yourselves back in your own separate seats. Yet, rather unfortunately for you, this hour left you with time to be subjected to question after question, and teasing remark after remark from everyone else but Rossi who'd elected to sit across from Aaron and send him very smug, knowing looks over the paperwork Aaron was trying to distract himself with.
"So wait, hold on. I'm still confused. How long has this been going on?" JJ asked, leaning forward in her seat.
You looked up, pretending to count in your head before you gave a little shrug, "Oh... I don't know. Two months after I started."
Everyone's eyes went wide.
"You've been sleeping together since then?"
Your head swiveled around to stare at JJ, "No! We've been toying with you since then." You offered a wide and playful smile.
"So how long have you been sleeping together, then?" Emily's brows rose as she gave you a cunning smile. Of course she would be the one who actually wanted to know dirty details.
Your nose scrunched up and you swiftly avoided her gaze, "I don't have to answer that."
"Oh my god. It was Denver! Hotch was the guy you were with when you didn't come back to the room."
You stayed silent.
"Denver?" Reid asked, "You spent the night with Hotch in Denver?" Then a slow realization spread over his face, "But- I- I was in that room!"
Turning to look at Reid, you heard everyone chuckle around you, Morgan's laughter heard the loudest by far.
"Well, to be fair, you weren't supposed to be."
Reid gaped at you for a short moment, his brows pulled down creating lines on his forehead, "Oh my god, that's why you tried to pawn me off to Morgan and Rossi. So you could sleep with-" His hands suddenly slammed down to the table before he could finish his sentence, and he continued to stare at you.
You offered him a slight quirk to your eyebrows, your lips pressing together in a hard line, but you didn't provide any further explanation. Because to be perfectly honest, you hadn't actually had sex with Aaron in Denver. But, of course, they didn't really need to know that, now did they?
Regardless, letting them speculate was far more fun and interesting then just giving away all the details yourself.
Looking up and down the isle, your eyes found Aaron, sitting with his pen in hand, hovering over his file, and him already gazing back at you, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
"I can't believe we actually thought the two of you hated each other." Derek said, catching your look to Aaron, "I mean, look at them. They've basically been eye-fucking from across the jet this entire time."
--
When you finally made it back to the office, and the bullpen, and your desk, you felt like a wave of relief had hit you smack dab right in the face. Relief not only because you weren't being subjected to the millions of questions and teasing remarks and looks from the others, but relief because they finally knew. No longer were you and Aaron half hiding and half pretending when it came to your relationship. Upon learning the news herself, Penelope had given you a tight squeezing hug and let out some joking remark about how she'd known you and Aaron would make a great couple, but she'd been waiting for you and him to pull your heads out of your asses and stop fighting first.
Something you definitely balked at her for.
But after everyone trailed out of the bullpen and towards the elevators a couple hours after your return, offering you smiles and pleasantries as you went, you couldn't help the way your eyes were drawn to the light still coming from Aaron's office. And you couldn't help the way the sight of Aaron's form, hunched over his desk as he continued to work, immediately drew you from your desk chair and towards his office like a siren call luring you to deeper waters.
Knocking slightly on the partially open door, you stepped in and swung it shut behind you with a soft click, "Are you glad they know now?" You asked.
Aaron looked up, his eyes meeting yours in the low lamp light coming from his desk, "Not as glad as I am that some of the smartest people I know can finally stop acting like a bunch of children."
A wide smile spread over your face, and before you knew it, you'd closed the blinds on the window and you were swiftly stepping around Aaron's desk, perching yourself on the corner, close enough to Aaron that he wouldn't have to reach far, but not too close that you were sitting on anything important.
Rolling in his desk chair, one of Aaron's hands came to rest on your thigh, his grip tightening as he shuffled closer to you.
Gazing up at you, his eyes dark, you felt your breath hitch when his hand made a purposefully trail higher on your thigh, dragging the fabric of your pants against your skin, and, with his other hand, reached for your wrist.
"I am a bit disappointed by one thing, though." He said, his deep voice continuing to lure you further.
With your hands shifting so that they were now pressed flat against Aaron's collar bones instead of against the desktop, you leaned down, "What's that?"
"I didn't get to finish what I'd planned to do to you on the jet."
"And what did you plan to do with me?"
As Aaron stood, his hands coming to rest at your sides on the desk so that he could lean over you, his face, his lips came within in centimeters of your own. You could feel his breath against your cheek, and as your heart began pounding loudly in your chest, you were suddenly certain he could hear it. It didn't take much for you to remember that this was the same man who had more than a few months now to learn all of your tells, to understand what it took to get you all hot and bothered, especially when he leaned forward to brush the tip of his nose against the side of your cheek before speaking close to your ear.
"You're a smart woman. I should hope you would have figured that out by now."
If you were being perfectly honest, in between your growing arousal making itself perfectly evident between your legs, and Aaron's hands tracing tantalizing lines over your rib cage and along the insides of your thighs, in between Aaron shoving your legs apart, and you undoing his belt, you quickly found yourself on your back on top of Aaron's desk, your slacks and underwear suddenly gone and forgotten on the floor, while Aaron kneeled between your spread legs.
The moment his breath hit your exposed cunt, a gasp escaped you, "Yo-You know. Somehow I'm not sure we would have had room for this in that tiny kitchen." You joked.
You looked down your body to find Aaron peering up at you from between your legs, the sight of his hard stare as he met your eyes, causing your stomach to twinge in anticipation.
But instead of giving you what you wanted, that anticipation continued to pull.
Because good fucking god, did the man know how to tease.
Aaron Hotchner knew that every kiss and nip to the skin of your inner thighs, that every time he neared closer and closer to his prize, you grew needier and needier, the pathetic noises you made in the back of your throat cluing him to just how far he could go before you were drowning in your own arousal. He knew that tasting the skin right at the junction of your thigh only served to leave you breathless, and that if he chose to suck a bruise into that little patch of skin rather than dip his tongue between your drenched folds, then you, clamping down on handfuls of his hair, always attempted to stir him right towards your core.
And if Aaron gave in, and gave you the attention where you were the most desperate for it, then it wouldn't take much for you to be begging.
Aaron Hotchner, after truly waiting years to have you in his bed, to have you underneath him, mewling as he worked your body like pliable dough, somehow always knew exactly what to give, what to take, where to touch you, and what you needed in order to fall right over the edge.
As he pushed you right to your breaking point and made you cum using just his mouth and the brush of his thumb over your clit, you were unable to keep quiet, your pleasure making itself known in the moans that were surely loud enough that, had Rossi still been next door, he surely would have heard by now. And Aaron, unbothered by your volume, continued his teasing.
Drinking down your orgasm, his hands and lips refused to still, trailing rough skin over the sensitive areas around thighs and overstimulated pussy, if only so he could listen to you whine under his ministrations. If only so he could force you to have to weakly push him away and he got to listen to the soft fuck me that fell from your lips.
"Don't worry. I plan to in a minute."
"You're horrible." You breathed out, your eyes falling closed as you tried to catch your breath.
"And you're fucking gorgeous like this. I can't help it."
Forcing your eyes open, you watched Aaron work the button and zipper on his slacks before he was shoving them and his underwear down just enough to free his cock. He then moved to grab a condom that you knew was hidden in one his desk drawers. You instantly felt your mouth water and another gush of arousal between your legs at the sight of him. The pink head of his cock was already dripping with a bead of his own arousal, and it had you, without thought, reaching down to grip him in your hand and brush your thumb right over the tip. When Aaron let out an unrestrained groan in response, you couldn't help but wonder how long he'd been like this. Just as desperate for you as you were for him.
Since the jet?
Since you walked into his office and closed the door behind you instead of leaving it open?
Then Aaron was grabbing your wrist, pulling your hand away from his aching arousal, and slamming it down onto the desk next to your head.
"No. You don't get to touch me like that, right now. I get to fuck you against my desk while you lay there like a good girl."
That pull of anticipation was back. And it was only made worse when you watched him, in a quite sexy maneuver, deftly slip the condom on with only one hand.
A slow smirk spread over your lips.
"You get to, huh?"
But before you could say another word, Aaron was brushing the head of his cock between your folds, gathering your slick and lining himself up with your center before he was sheathing himself all the way inside you. However, despite the sensations that were now flooding you, despite the perfect feeling of having Aaron's hips at home between your legs and his hand on your thigh gripping it like a lifeline, despite Aaron making those little noises you loved hearing, his previous words were not ones you were going to easily forget.
"Is this a fantasy of yours, Agent Hotchner?" You teased, breathless from rough slam of his hips into yours and the slide of his cock inside of you, "Have you always dreamt of fucking one of your subordinates on top of your desk?"
A swift smack of Aaron's hand to the back of your thigh, right under the curve of your ass had you jolting in surprise. The sound of it echoing in the office had you frozen in place as you looked up at him, your wide eyes giving you away, when Aaron muttered, "Don't be a brat."
Before you could control yourself you involuntarily clenched around him, your body automatically reacting to his words. Then another smack landed itself right in the same place, this time the sting of his calloused hand against your bare skin lingered for longer.
"What did I just tell you?"
Oh, Jesus Christ, "Aaron." You let out a long whine, your free hand sliding down Aaron's back to grab at his hips, to encourage him to go faster.
Your body was already growing more and more desperate. If only he would just move, damnit-
Together like this, the two of you made quite the sight. Aaron's movements were harsh, but hasty as the sound of skin slapping against skin, clothes rustling, and short, panting, breathy moans echoed through the room. If anything, you were lucky the FBI had invested in such sturdy furniture for your unit chief because if the two of you had done this down on your desk in the bullpen you knew for certain it would have folded right under you and your feral and erratic movements.
If he'd wanted to, Aaron could have fucked you into that desk for hours. He could have drawn out his movements, could have teased and taunted, and pulled agonizing moans out of you for a long as he wanted. But it wasn't long before he was releasing your wrist from where it had still been pinned to the desk, using it to maneuver your leg. With your ankle now resting on his shoulder, with him now hitting you right in your sweet spot, deeper than he had been before, Aaron began circling a thumb over your clit, abusing the still overly sensitive bud.
"Fuck, oh my god. Aaron, don't-"
But Aaron quickly, gently, shushed you, "It's okay. I want you to cum with me. And I know you will."
Aaron's hips jerked against yours, you clenched around him, and minutes later your second orgasm of the evening was washing over you, hitting you just as Aaron's hit him. Your grips on each other tightened, turning knuckles white, and forcing blood just under the surface to form claiming marks that would make themselves known by tomorrow morning.
You were both left with your mouths gaping open and your eyes firmly closed as you attempted to calm you breathing. And when Aaron finally pulled out of you and discarded the condom, you were left drained, tender, and overly sensitive. Enough so that just Aaron pulling out of you had you wincing.
You knew tomorrow your back would be aching from the time you spent perched on the edge of a desk.
You let out a long breath before reaching for one of Aaron's hands and allowing him to help you sit up. He'd already found your discarded panties and slacks.
"I hate you." You pressed your lips together tightly to keep from smiling up at him, "I hate you so much."
Aaron, however, didn't hold back the soft smile that spread over his lips. He shook his head slightly.
"Isn't that exactly what got us into this mess?"
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