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No one in the world should look as good yelling at someone as Aaron Hotchner did. All week long, you’d noticed him blowing his top much more than usual. Whether it was due to the small-town police department putting up a fight to absolutely everything he said or the extreme heatwave that had blown into town and put almost everyone in a bad mood, you couldn’t be sure. But the fact of the matter was that Aaron Hotchner was angry, and interrogating an arrogant, smug suspect that was practically taunting him with how guilty he was, was never going to help diffuse the situation at hand.
Through the glass of the interrogation window, you studied the frustrated planes of Hotch’s face as he scowled down at the scumbag in front of him and did his best to break the guy. And it wasn’t going well – the guy was like a brick wall. Chancing a glance at Spencer next to you, you noticed a familiar look of concern etched into his expression that you knew was likely mirrored on your own. Both of you knew Hotch could handle this guy – you’d both seen him through worse, after all – but would he get the confession? A confession you desperately needed when nearly all physical evidence had been wiped clean from the scene.
“He’s tough,” You observed.
Spencer nodded, “Carlson’s arrogant.”
“Hotch is getting frustrated.”
“How can you tell?”
“The little furrow between his brow,” You said, never taking your eyes off of the man. “His eyebrows only crease like that when he gets angry.”
When Spencer said nothing, you glanced over at him to see him watching you with a curious expression. Your cheeks heated when you realized that you’d let slip just how much attention you paid to your boss, but honestly? You couldn’t find it in yourself to care all that much. If it were Derek or Emily standing there, they’d be smirking at you and teasing you about your words, but Spence simply nodded at you softly, understanding plain in his eyes.
It was the worst kept secret in the BAU that you had feelings for Hotch, every single member of the team knew it – except the oblivious man himself. You were convinced that he didn’t know only because he believed that no one could ever care about him the way you did. If given the chance, you would love to prove him wrong, to show him just how amazing and worthy of love he was.
“How’s it going in there?” Derek asked, making his way over to you and Spencer.
“Not great,” Spencer said honestly. “Hotch was making leeway, but Carlson just shuttered up and stopped talking.”
Pursing your lips, you watched Hotch sigh in the room. Derek knocked on the door three times, signaling for Hotch to step out of the interrogation. You couldn’t stand the smug arrogance on the unsub’s face when Hotch practically stomped towards the door, he thought he was winning – and seeing a dominant man like Hotch get frustrated with him was only making him more self-assured that he was going to get away with this.
“I don’t get it,” Hotch sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “We profiled that he’s intimidated by authority, so this doesn’t track.”
Suddenly a flash of Carlson’s face when you’d read him his Miranda rights while Derek cuffed him popped into your brain. This whole time you’d thought the terrified, stricken look was because of Derek, but now you weren’t so sure.
“I think I know,” You said, looking up at Hotch with wide eyes. “Let me talk to him.”
“No,” Hotch said, taking you aback with how direct and immediate his response was.
“Hotch, I –”
“No,” He repeated, crossing his arms over his chest – literally closing off his body language. “This man tortured and killed seven women, (y/n), putting a woman in the room when we’ve profiled that the way to get him to break is an authoritative male –”
“That’s just it,” You argued. “I don’t think that’s the way to get him to break!”
“What do you mean, sugar?” Derek asked with his arms crossed.
“I mean,” You said, glancing at the small, angry pout of Hotch’s lips as you spoke. “He kills women who he sees as less than him, right? A woman that would be an easy target for him because she’s shy and maybe a little meek? And we profiled that to mean that he’s asserting his dominance or authority in a way that he typically feels inadequate with because he’s intimidated by an authoritative man.”
“Right,” Spencer said.
“Okay, but what if we were wrong?” You asked. “What if he’s not killing these women because he’s inadequate, but because they are?”
“How so?” Hotch asked, that furrowed brow back and deeper than ever.
“They’re not the strong, confident woman that he idolizes,” You said. “So, he has to kill them. He’s killing them because he can’t talk to authoritative women. Send me in, I can break him.”
Hotch watched you for a moment, his eyes scanning your face before he said, “What about Prentiss? She’s older than you and she’s done the authoritarian act –”
“Come on, Hotch,” You scoffed. “We both know Prentiss is best when she’s playing the good cop, not the bad cop.”
“She’s right, man,” Derek said, clapping on Hotch on the shoulder. You smiled at your friend, the handsome man giving you an encouraging nod in return.
You didn’t understand where this resistance you were getting from him – it certainly wouldn’t be the first time you had ever interrogated a suspect. Honestly it was pissing you off a little that he couldn’t seem to trust you with this.
After a moment he said, “Fine, but I’m in the room with you.”
“Whatever,” You said, fighting the urge to roll your eyes at your superior while he made his way back into the interrogation room.
Derek and Reid gave you tight-lipped smiles as you took in a deep breath and psyched yourself up to join Hotch.
Low and behold, you were right. All it took was ten minutes of you being in the room and asking the guy questions before he blew his top and confessed to all seven murders. It was a struggle not to let your gloating show on your face – you were sharing a room with Hotch after this. A fact that had once made you tremble with excitement and was now filling you with dread. How were you supposed to share a room with this man like nothing happened when he had been so dismissive of you the entire afternoon?
After the unsub was charged, Hotch caught your eye and gave you a quick nod for the work you did. It was not enough. You needed to know why he was fighting you so hard to keep you from interrogating a guy on a case that was relatively cut and dry.
You got pats on the back from almost every member of the team on the way back to the hotel, and while it made you proud of yourself and the work you’d accomplished, you couldn’t help but let your anger for Hotch boil. Honestly, you wished the plane could take you back to Quantico that night so you wouldn’t have to share a room with him right then, but bad weather had grounded all the planes until the next morning, so you were stuck.
Back in the room, you were sharing, he dropped onto the edge of the bed with a sigh as the door shut and an awkward silence filled the air around you. Resolving to simply get ready for bed and fall asleep, you made your way over to your go-bag that rested on the desk against the wall.
After a heartbeat, Hotch spoke up, talking to you directly for the first time in what felt like days but was actually only a matter of hours.
“You did great work today, (y/l/n),” He said. “I know I didn’t seem – you did a great job.”
The urge to scoff was almost uncontrollable. He’d blocked you as best as he could from doing your job until he realized that there was no other choice, and even then, he’d seemed reluctant to let you into the room. You settled on shaking your head as you kept your eyes down in your go-bag and muttered, “Thanks.”
“You’re angry with me,” He observed.
You let out a sigh, turning to face his handsome features, “Why would I be angry with you, Hotch?”
“You’re angry because I tried to keep you out of the interrogation.”
“Why did you?”
“I assessed the situation and I believed that interrogation didn’t need you –”
“Bullshit.”
His eyes widened as he blinked at you, “Excuse me?”
“I said bullshit,” You practically spat, feeling your anger from this afternoon rise in you once more. “You were doing everything you could to keep me out of that room, Hotch, and I think we both know why.”
“Really,” He said, crossing his arms over his chest. “Enlighten me, then.”
“You knew I was right, and you didn’t want to be proved wrong by me –”
Now it was his turn to scoff, “Bullshit.”
“Then what was the reason?” You practically yelled. “Because I’ve been wracking my brain, Aaron, and that’s the only reason –”
“The guy threatened you, (y/n)!” He exploded. “He sat back in that little plastic fucking chair and told me if he had just one minute with you, he’d –” He cut himself off with a shake of his head, disgust written plain and simple over his expression.
“He’d what?”
“He’d do to you what he did to the rest of those women,” Aaron said quietly. “He said he’d tear you apart like the other victims were – without admitting that he was the one to kill them, of course – and he’d make sure I was watching.”
That shut you up. You blinked in surprise at your boss, searching his face for any of the tells he kept when he was lying – seeing nothing but genuine fear lurking in those beautiful dark eyes. It was then that you realized how close you’d drifted to one another – inches apart as you looked up at his face, your eyes drifting down to the full pout of his lips.
“I didn’t want you in there because I couldn’t stomach the thought of him having access to you for even a second, let alone how much time it would take to get a confession,” Aaron said, his voice soft as he too realized just how close you were standing. “The thought of that piece of shit getting to see your face and hear your voice again I just – I couldn’t let you get hurt.”
“I didn’t,” You said. “He was cuffed, you were in the room –”
“I was in the room to knock him to the ground if he even looked at you wrong.”
You let out a tiny breath of a laugh, “And I’m sure you would have protected me if anything went wrong.”
“I always want to protect you,” Aaron murmured. He must have noticed the way your brow furrowed at that. “I know you’re capable of protecting yourself, and you’re great at your job, but I can’t help it. You’re – special to me, and I don’t want anything to happen to you.”
The moment the words were out of his mouth, your breath caught in your throat. Was it possible that Aaron Hotchner felt the same way about you as you felt about him?
“Aaron,” You whispered, reaching out a tentative hand to place over his chest – feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your touch and knowing that your own was beating just as hard at the confession. “You’re special to me too.”
Gently, he laid his forehead against your own, “I know I shouldn’t feel like this – I’m your boss for god’s sake – but I can’t help it. I’m falling in love with you.”
“Good,” You smiled. “I’ve been falling in love with you since the first time we met, Aaron.”
When his lips finally captured your own in a bruising kiss that stole every chance of a breath from your lungs, it felt like you were flying. You’d waited so long to know how it felt to be wrapped in Aaron Hotchner’s arms, to feel his hands grip your hips like they were now, to hear the soft murmur of your name falling from his lips between kisses. You’d waited forever and knowing now how amazing it felt to be loved by him, you knew you’d be willing to wait a lifetime just for the chance to kiss him again.
Pushing gently against his chest, you maneuvered Aaron over to the edge of the bed and made him sit so you could climb into his lap – only breaking the kiss when absolutely necessary. As you settled in his lap, Aaron’s hand came up to cup your cheek, pulling your face back towards him so he could kiss you once more.
“God, you’re beautiful,” He murmured against your lips. “Beautiful, and smart, and kind, and funny. You’re perfect, (y/n).”
Your chest ached with the weight of his words, the genuine sincerity they held. Pushing your hand through Aaron’s hair, you tugged at the tiny hairs at the base of his head, savoring the moan that he let out into your mouth at the pull.
“(Y/n),” He whispered, breaking the kiss to look into your eyes. “I want you.”
“I want you too,” You murmured with a grin.
A bump sounded in the room next to yours – the room that Derek and Spencer were sharing, reminding you where you were. Your eyes met, and you knew with one glance at Aaron’s face that he’d seemingly remembered you weren’t entirely alone just as you did.
“We shouldn’t,” He said softly. “Not yet, anyway.”
“After,” You agreed. “When we’re back in Virginia.”
“I’ll take you on a real date then,” Aaron smiled, those beautiful dimples that you loved so much popping out. “But for now, we should get some rest so we’re ready for the flight home tomorrow.”
“But what about –” You started, your hand dropping to his lap and palming him through his pants, making him suck in a sharp breath. “I feel bad –”
“Don’t feel bad,” He said, kissing the tip of your nose and making you smile. “You can help me out with that tomorrow when we get back if you want.”
You opened your mouth to tell him that you wanted nothing more right then than to get on your knees for him, but a yawn came out instead. Aaron chuckled, kissing your forehead.
“Get some sleep,” He murmured.
Finally, you nodded and puckered your lips for one last kiss before getting up to get ready for bed. When you finally slipped between the sheets and your head hit the pillow, you were out like a light, tucked into the warm embrace of Aaron’s arms.
Clearly, even though your body was tired, your mind was still yearning a taste of the handsome man holding you in your sleep. Your subconscious conjured up dream after dream about his very taking kisses and his strong arms holding you so tight, about the feeling of his bulge under your hand, in your mouth. Even in your sleep, you could feel how much your body desired him. How much you wanted him.
You had no idea how long you were asleep – asleep and dreaming about Aaron – but when you woke to the feeling of being shaken, there was a throbbing ache between your legs, and Aaron’s name laid on the tip of your tongue.
“(Y/n),” Aaron said quietly as he shook you awake.
The light clicked on then, making you squint up at him, “What?”
“You were talking in your sleep,” He said, and you finally noticed the blush dusting his cheeks. “And moving around a lot. I thought you were h-having a nightmare until I heard what you were saying.”
“What was I saying?” You asked with a smirk at how flustered he was, reaching up to stroke your finger down his nose.
His hand found a home on your hip, tugging you ever closer into his arms as he murmured, “Oh nothing much, just begging me to let you suck me off.”
The words coming out of his mouth in that rumbly middle of the night voice of his made a shiver run through your body, going straight to your center.
“Really?” You mumbled, letting your hand drift down his chest to cup the hardening bulge in his pajama pants.
“Mhm,” He hummed, nudging your nose with his as you palmed him through his pants. “My insatiable girl just couldn’t handle waiting until tomorrow to get my cock in her mouth, had to dream about it all night too.”
You whimpered in response to the dirty words falling from his lips, nodding quickly as you squirmed under the blankets at the rush of liquid heat that went straight to your core. God, you wanted him.
“Well go on,” He said, kissing your lips lightly. “Beg me to let you suck my cock, like a good little slut, sweetheart.”
“Please,” You whispered, slipping your hand under the waistband of his boxers to stroke the length of his hard cock. The moan Aaron let out into your mouth filled you with warmth as you slid your thumb over the weeping head of his dick. “Please, let me suck your cock, sir.”
Aaron groaned as you spoke, his grip on your hip tightening with every stroke of your hand over his cock. Effortlessly, he tossed the blankets back to uncover both of your bodies, humming appreciatively at the sight of you stroking him in his boxers.
“Open your mouth,” He commanded quietly. “Need to make sure my cock is gonna fit.”
Your jaw dropped open immediately for him, your eyes never leaving his. With a smirk on his face, Aaron gathered your hair at the back of your head into a ponytail and tugged slightly. You moaned at the tug and let your head lay back as he leaned in slowly towards you before he pursed his lips and spit in your mouth. You were shocked at first, but so incredibly turned on. As soon as his spit landed on your tongue you shut your mouth, afraid of losing even a drop of it.
“Show me what a good girl you can be and swallow that for me, angel,” Aaron murmured.
Again, you did as you were told with a smile. He stroked a hand over your cheek and praised you for following orders before urging you to move between his legs. Excitement rolled through you in wave after wave of pulsing anticipation. You were despite to have him in your mouth now that you’d felt the heavy weight of his thick cock in your hand.
“So pretty between my legs,” Aaron sighed happily. He let out a breath of a laugh as you tugged his hard cock from his boxers. “So eager.”
“I want you,” You said, looking up at him with a little pout.
“No pouting,” He said, using his thumb to pull your bottom lip down as his free arm rested behind his head. “You’ve got me right where you want me.”
With a grin, you maintained eye contact with Aaron as you lowered your mouth down over his cock, letting your tongue drag down the thick vein underneath. He let out a loud moan, his hips bucking up to fuck deep into your mouth. The feeling of him between your lips was almost intoxicating – that and seeing the pure pleasure on his face as you took him to the base, your nose flush against his pelvis.
“Fuck, (y/n),” He groaned. “Such a good fucking girl for me. So pretty with my cock in your mouth.”
You moaned around his cock, the mixture of his dirty words and the feeling of pleasuring this amazing man going straight to your cunt. The throbbing pleasure you’d felt between your thighs when you’d woken was only stronger now as you bobbed your head up and down Aaron’s dick, swirling your tongue around the head.
As you sucked him, you squirmed your hips around, desperate for any kind of friction between your thighs to alleviate the pounding desire in your clit. Aaron smirked down at you, clearly aware of how much blowing him was affecting you.
“Touch yourself, angel,” He encouraged softly. “Touch that pretty little clit for me.”
Again, you moaned around his dick, this time as your hand dipped beneath the waistband of your own panties and into the slick wetness that you found between your legs. The moment your fingers brushed over the little bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs, you knew you were a goner.
“So good,” Aaron praised, panting out his breath as you sucked him. “Loving seeing you touch yourself because you love sucking me off so much. Do you want to cum together?” At your whimper and half nod, Aaron grinned. “Okay, sweet girl, I’m so close. Are you close?”
“Mhm,” You moaned around his cock, speeding up the movements of your fingers and feeling that familiar coil in the pit of your belly tighten.
“Okay,” He breathed. “Okay, cum with me, (y/n).”
As Aaron came, his cum shooting into your mouth as he moaned your name, you too fell over that incredible edge into orgasm. Pulling off of Aaron’s cock with a ‘pop!’ you moaned with your mouth full and squeezed your legs shut around your wrist at the explosion of pleasure that rippled in wave after wave of electricity between your thighs. Aaron’s eyes remained on you as you swallowed his load and opened your mouth to show him.
“Fuck,” He groaned, tugging you back up to the pillows so he could kiss you. Against your lips, he murmured, “So fucking beautiful, and so good to me.”
You were utterly breathless and so fucking happy as you laid in his arms. His kisses moved from your lips down your neck and collarbone, certainly leaving little marks for you to see tomorrow and remember this moment as vividly as you did now.
“Aaron,” You whispered.
“Mhm,” He hummed, looking up at you sweetly. “I love you.”
The corners of his lips curled up into a wide smile as he murmured back, “I love you too, sweet girl.”
He wrapped you in his arms once more, switching the light off again so the two of you could get some rest – and sleep through the rest of the night.
The next morning, you were woken again by Aaron shaking you awake. The both of you had woken up late, having been distracted by each other to not set an alarm. He’d been woken by Derek calling to see when the two of you were coming down to the lobby so the team could leave and get on the plane.
You both scrambled, exchanging quick kisses and tiny giggles as you threw your clothes on haphazardly in your haste to get out the door and go home. Of course, in that haste, you’d completely forgotten about the hickeys Aaron had left on your neck in very visible places. Well, you forgot about them until you walked down into the lobby and saw Derek and Emily’s eyes bulge out at the very sight of the marks on your neck.
“I knew it,” Emily laughed with a smirk. “Pay up, Jureau.”
JJ sighed, reaching into her wallet to slap a ten-dollar bill into Emily’s hand. You watched in shock as Derek did the same to a grinning Spencer.
“Wait,” You said. “You bet that we’d –”
“Finally cut that sexual tension that’s been hanging around you for like a year while you guys were sharing a room together on this case?” Emily asked. “Yes, absolutely.”
“That’s what I get for betting on Hotch’s professionalism,” Derek scoffed with a laugh. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”
Aaron’s cheeks were bright red when you glanced at him, making you giggle. His face only softened when you leaned up on your tiptoes to press a quick kiss to his cheek while the others had their backs turned.
“Still want to take me on that date, agent Hotchner?”
“I’d love nothing more,” He murmured, wrapping an arm around your waist and kissing the top of your head.
The team could tease you all they wanted; it wouldn’t matter. How could it when Aaron’s arm was snug around your body, his sweet voice murmuring how cute you were in the morning? As he fell asleep on your shoulder on the jet home, you grinned down at his sweet face and knew that loving and being loved by this adorable, kind man was worth all the teasing in the world.