- I'm Laura, I go with she/they pronouns, 20+ and I live in Finland.
- Registered nurse while studying management
- On my free time, I like to nap, read, scroll tumblr and dream of the love of my life Aaron Hotchner.
- Mental health stigma, ADHD struggles and body positivity are something I'll be able to talk for hours on end, if you let me. Also, don't let me get started on how Hotchner deserved better.
MY BLOG IS MY SAVE SPACE AND I WANT TO MAKE SUE IT CAN BE THAT FOR EVERYONE ELSE! There will be no hate posted in here. If my content is not your cup of tea, please feel free to scroll past me and move on with your day. I do not need to hear about you leaving. But with anything else, feel free to message me in asks or DM's! Always down for a chat <3
This may seem silly but this is what I needed to hear in 2016, so I’m going to say it now. It’s okay to feel hopeless or angry or scared or betrayed or even just mildly nauseous. However you feel is the right reaction for you. You’re just not allowed to kill yourself. You are too good, too valuable, too important for this to be the thing that takes you. Yes the world is a mess, but taking one good person out of it isn’t going to make it any better.
So take care of yourself. Wrap yourself in that blanket. Get that hug. Eat that mug cake. Find your life preserver whatever it may be and keep going. You are stronger than you realize.
Deciding to do something when you’re feeling defeated is hard. If all you can take care of is you today, focus on doing that. Tomorrow or a week from now you can look at what your community needs to do to weather the storm in the long term. Yes communities are hurting now, but having to grieve one more person isn’t going to make anyone’s life any better. Please keep going. Please don’t let this election take you too.
summary: In the bustling halls of the BAU, you’re the witty subordinate who’s been secretly crushing on Aaron, the stoic unit chief with a recently single status. For years, you’ve balanced your admiration with sharp banter, but things take a turn when your support starts to melt his icy exterior. As he navigates his newfound freedom, he’s blissfully unaware that your ability to make him laugh is turning into something deeper. With tension simmering between playful camaraderie and unspoken feelings, will he finally realize that the real mystery isn’t just in the cases you solve, but in the spark that’s been right under his nose? Buckle up for a charmingly complicated case of unspoken feelings!
warnings: boss x subordinate, age gap, mutual pining, mentions of divorce/murderers/alcohol (just basic criminal minds stuff)
I barely exist on this webbed site anymore (life is just so many THINGS) but I am doing a fundraiser for bone cancer research in which I must knit for 30 minutes a day in November (what a strain it will be, haw haw haw) if anyone would like to donate (or signal boost)
*can be read as a standalone but is a bonus scene for the Unknowingly series in honour of celebrating Aaron’s birthday🥹
MASTERLIST
pairing: Aaron Hotchner x bau!reader
summary: your boss is drowning in paperwork when you burst in with a birthday cake and a cheerful serenade, determined to rescue him from his serious face. Your playful spirit turns the mundane into a mini-party and the weight of his responsibilities fades. In that small, cozy space, laughter and connection blossom, transforming an ordinary night into a memorable celebration filled with joy and unspoken wishes. Who knew paperwork could come with cake and a side of chaos?
warnings: boss x subordinate, mutual pining, some fluff and flirting, of course
Aaron Hotchner sat alone in his dimly lit office, the clock ticking softly in the background, marking the late hours of the night. The weight of paperwork loomed over him like an unwelcome cloud, his loose white shirt hanging comfortably around his neck, the collar slightly askew. His tie lay abandoned on the desk, and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, revealing forearms that hinted at both strength and exhaustion. The flickering light from the desk lamp cast soft shadows across his focused expression as he scribbled notes on a report.
You peered through the slightly ajar door, a smile breaking across your face at the sight of him buried in work. It was a familiar scene—one you had come to appreciate. There was something about seeing him so immersed in his tasks, yet so human in his dishevelled attire, that made your heart flutter. The way he concentrated, the faint lines of stress etched on his brow, made you want to lighten his burden.
You pushed the door open wider, stepping inside with a piece of cake held delicately in your hands, a single candle flickering atop it like a beacon of cheer. Taking a deep breath, you began to sing, “Happy birthday to you…” Your voice echoed softly against the walls, a playful melody breaking the stillness.
Aaron’s head snapped up, confusion flashing across his face for a split second before it transformed into a genuine but tired smile, softening the stern lines of his jaw. He looked at the unexpected sight before him, momentarily caught off guard by your vibrant presence. Weaving your way around the desk and towards him, Aaron turned his chair to face you fully, his brow furrowing in surprise before softening with gratitude. “How did you know?” he asked, the weight of his day momentarily lifting.
“Do you really think you can keep secrets from me?” You set the cake down with a flourish, leaning against the desk, your playful demeanor a breath of fresh air in the still office. “I have my sources,” you replied, your voice teasing and light. “Every birthday deserves a little celebration, don’t you think?” You winked at him, your smile infectious.
He chuckled softly, shaking his head, clearly both flattered and amused. “I usually keep my birthday under wraps to avoid… this,” he said, gesturing towards the cake, a hint of bemusement lacing his tone. “I prefer to keep it low-key. Too many people would make a big deal out of it.”
“Good thing I’m not ‘too many people’,” you shot back, raising an eyebrow as you grinned down at him. “Just the right amount of fun for the birthday boss.”
As your gaze locked, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you. The flickering candlelight danced between you, casting a warm glow that highlighted the softness in his eyes. “You’re full of surprises,” he said, his voice low and almost reverent, as if acknowledging something sacred.
“Aren’t birthdays meant for surprises?” you replied, your brows lifting in playful challenge. The candlelight danced in your cheerful eyes, enhancing the intimacy of the moment. “Now, close your eyes, make a wish, and blow out the candle,” you urged, clasping your hands beneath your chin, your heart racing in anticipation.
Aaron sighed, knowing you wouldn’t let go until he did it, knowing too well he couldn’t resist your charm. So he closed his eyes, focusing on the flame that flickered before him. In that stillness, his thoughts turned inwards, settling on a wish that felt profound—a desire that had stirred in his heart for longer than he dared to acknowledge. The truth settled in his heart: you were the source of his joy, the light that pierced the shadows of his long hours.
When he opened his eyes again, he found you watching him intently, a playful smile dancing on your lips. “Well? What did you wish for?” you teased, leaning closer, your curiosity brightening the room.
He smirked, the playful banter returning, but he felt the weight of his unshared truth. “That’s for me to know and you to find out,” he replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “After all, you have your sources.”
You rolled your eyes playfully, pulling plastic forks from your suit’s pocket and offering one to him. As you both shared a slice of cake, Aaron looked up at you, his expression softening. You were perched on the edge of his desk, a playful sparkle dancing in your eyes as you dove into the cake, savoring each bite. But as he glanced back at the clock, a question nagged at him. Why were you really here, choosing him over the festivities? He couldn’t shake the thought. While others were out enjoying the night, you had willingly stepped into the dim light of his office, sharing a slice of cake and laughter instead.
“Shouldn’t you be out with the team, enjoying your night off?” he asked, a hint of curiosity threading through his tone. His gaze flicked to the clock on the wall, the seconds ticking away, a reminder of the lively night happening elsewhere.
“Because,” you replied, leaning in closer, your voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, “I’d much rather celebrate with you than be in a crowded bar where no one knows how to appreciate a good cake.”
A teasing smile crept across your lips, surveying the neatly organized office as if contemplating a grand scheme. “I could say I was worried about you, but honestly?” You paused for effect, cocking your head to the side with a playful smirk. “I couldn’t resist the chance to bring a little chaos and cake to your perfectly organized life.”
Hotch leaned back in his chair, a satisfied grin creeping across his face as he watched you. It was rare for him to let his guard down in the office, but here you were, radiating a lightness that cut through the heaviness of his responsibilities like a beam of sunshine. You were animated, lost in the joy of the moment, and it reminded him of how much he valued your presence—your ability to infuse laughter and warmth into the often-grim world of the Bureau.
You didn’t just bring chaos; you brought something deeper—a sense of connection, a reminder that even in the seriousness of his job, he wasn’t alone. He appreciated how you lightened his burdens, even if just for a brief reprieve. The laughter and shared cake were small acts, but they brought a brightness that pierced through the usual shadows of his responsibilities.
In that fleeting moment, he felt a swell of gratitude that you had chosen to stay, even if it was just to share a slice of cake. He felt a flicker of hope. Maybe this wasn’t just about the cake; maybe it was about you choosing him.
“Did you wish for another piece of cake?” you teased, breaking the comfortable silence, a mischievous sparkle in your eyes revealing your hidden intentions as you enjoyed your bite.
“No, but I should have,” he replied, a hint of playfulness in his tone as the corners of his lips lifted slightly. “What I wished for might be a little more… complicated.”
“Oh? Now you have to tell me, or I can’t help,” you insisted, leaning closer, your voice dropping conspiratorially. “I have my sources. Was it something about the case? A promotion? Or maybe that I’d bring you cake every year?”
He raised an eyebrow, maintaining a teasingly serious expression. “Let’s just say it was a wish for happiness.” His gaze lingered on yours, and in that moment, a soft connection sparked between you—an unspoken understanding that hung in the air, almost tangible.
You felt warmth blossom within you, the moment stretching as you shared that knowing smile, nodding. “Well, then, I think we have to make that wish come true. Starting with more cake,” you declared, laughter bubbling up as you reached for a fork, your enthusiasm infectious.
The night was far from over, and in that small office, surrounded by scattered papers and the gentle ticking of seconds on the clock, something unspoken began to bloom—a shared wish, yet unvoiced, hanging delicately between you.
As you both indulged in the cake, the storm of paperwork faded into the background, replaced by an easy warmth that enveloped the room. The simple act of celebrating—a birthday, a connection—infused the atmosphere with a sweetness that even the weightiest cases could not overshadow. Each bite of cake felt like a small victory, a reminder that joy could be found in the midst of chaos.
CW: Insomnia, emotional distress, frustration, hurt/comfort, brief mention of crying
WC: 0.7k
Summary: It's the middle of the night, and you can't sleep. With Aaron away on a case, the loneliness and exhaustion become overwhelming. Feeling desperate, you call him.
This is part of #Teddy-ber hosted by @angellsell
The clock on the nightstand glared at you - 3:24 a.m. The room felt unbearably quiet, the emptiness next to you was a cruel reminder that Aaron was gone, hundreds of miles away on the opposite side of the country. You’d been tossing and turning for hours, exhaustion weighing down your body but keeping sleep just out of reach. No matter how hard you tried, your mind wouldn’t stop racing. Every thought seemed louder, more overwhelming without him there to calm you.
You sat up, running a hand through your hair in frustration, a tear slipping down your cheek before you could stop it. You were exhausted - beyond exhausted - and the frustration was boiling over into something you couldn’t quite control. It wasn’t fair. Why couldn’t you just sleep?
Your hand hovered over your phone. You didn’t want to bother him, not while he was on a case. But the loneliness was too much, and the ache of missing him only deepened the longer you lay there. With a shaky breath, you pressed his number, hoping you weren’t interrupting him.
The phone rang twice before Aaron picked up, his voice quiet but instantly concerned. “Sweetheart? What’s wrong?”
Just hearing his voice cracked something inside you. All the frustration, all the sleepless hours, everything you had been trying to hold in came crashing down. “I can’t do this, Aaron,” you said, your voice tight and trembling. “I can’t sleep. I’ve been trying for hours, and nothing’s working. I just… I just want to sleep, and I can’t.”
You could hear him sit down on the other end, the rustle of sheets of paper as he adjusted. “Hey, hey,” he soothed, his voice instantly gentle, “Take a breath for me, okay?”
But it wasn’t. The frustration was too much, and now you felt embarrassed on top of everything else. "It’s not okay,” you snapped, a sob catching in your throat. “I’m exhausted, Aaron. I’ve tried everything. I’m so… tired.”
Hot tears streamed down your face as the exhaustion crashed over you, leaving you feeling helpless. “I just want to sleep,” you repeated, your voice breaking. “I hate this. I hate that you’re not here. I feel so… alone.”
The line was silent for a moment, but when Aaron spoke again, his voice was tender. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I wish I could be there with you right now. I hate being apart.”
His words only made the ache grow, but there was something calming about his presence, even through the phone. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” you whispered, feeling small and defeated. “I’m just so tired.”
“Nothing’s wrong with you,” he reassured softly. “You’re overwhelmed, and it’s okay to feel like that. I’m right here. Even if I can’t hold you, I’m still with you.”
Your breath hitched as you tried to calm down, but the tears kept coming. It felt like you were unraveling. “I miss you so much,” you admitted, your voice raw. “I can’t sleep without you.”
“I know,” he whispered. “I miss you, too. Try to focus on my voice.” You closed your eyes, curling into yourself on the bed, clutching the phone like a lifeline. “I’m going to help you through it. Just breathe with me. Can you do that?”
You nodded, trying to match your breathing to his calm, steady voice. “Yeah… I can try.”
“That’s all I need you to do,” he murmured. “Take a deep breath, sweetheart. You’re safe. I’m with you.”
Slowly, the tightness in your chest began to ease. The exhaustion still clung to you, but the sharp edges of your frustration started to soften. Aaron stayed on the line, his voice a quiet hum as he guided you through each breath.
“You’re doing so well,” he whispered. “You’re okay. I’m proud of you for holding on.”
You sniffled, wiping at your eyes. “I don’t feel okay.”
“I know,” he said softly. “I’m going to stay on the phone as long as you need.”
The comfort in his words, in his unwavering presence, soothed the storm inside you just enough that your body finally started to relax. The heaviness in your eyelids returned, and this time, it wasn’t suffocating - it was an invitation to finally rest.
“I love you,” you mumbled, your voice thick with sleep.
“I love you, too,” Aaron whispered back, his voice the last thing you heard as sleep finally began to take over. “Sleep, sweetheart.”
Slowly, you drifted off into a deep, peaceful sleep, his voice and the promise of his love still lingering in the darkness.
"if you dont ask the answer is always no" yeah but what if the answer is no plus they think im weird for asking. did you ever consider that in ur stupid fucking philosophy
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x gn!reader
CW: Fluff
WC: 0.6k
This is part of #Teddy-ber hosted by @angellsell
The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the living room. Hotch sat in his favorite chair, cradling a cup of lukewarm coffee in his hands. The aroma of the coffee filled the room. You, meanwhile, were pacing back and forth, your frustration from the previous night still evident in the way you gesticulated with your hands.
“I just can’t believe this!” you exclaimed, your voice rising with each step. “It’s like nothing is going right. Every time I try to get ahead, it’s like I’m pushed back two steps. How can they expect me to manage all this with the way they keep changing things?”
Hotch watched you with a weary but attentive gaze. He took a sip of his coffee, the warmth of the beverage doing little to chase away the remnants of sleep that clung to him. He had long since learned that these early morning rants were part of the routine, and while they might not always make sense to him in the moment, they were an important part of how you processed stress.
“It’s just one thing after another,” you continued, your pacing not slowing in the slightest. “I mean, first it was the project deadlines, then the last-minute changes, and now they’ve added even more to my plate. How am I supposed to keep up with all this?”
Hotch placed his mug on the side table, setting it down with a soft clink. He stood up and moved over to where you were pacing, gently wrapping you in a hug. “Why don’t you take a seat for a minute?” he suggested, his voice calm and steady despite the early hour.
You shook your head, still caught up in your frustration. “I can’t just sit down. I need to get this out. It’s like I’m running in circles, and it’s driving me crazy.”
Hotch sighed softly, his concern for you outweighing his own exhaustion. “I know you’re upset, and I understand why. But sometimes, taking a moment to calm down can help you see things more clearly. Maybe you just need to take a step back and look at the bigger picture.”
Reluctantly, you allowed him to guide you toward the couch. You slumped down onto it, feeling the soft cushions beneath you as Hotch sat down beside you. He reached over and gently took your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
“Look, I know things are tough at work right now,” he said softly, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of understanding and empathy. “But you’ve handled so much already. It’s okay to take a break and let yourself breathe.”
You took a deep breath, feeling the tension in your shoulders begin to ease as Hotch’s presence provided a sense of calm. “I just feel so overwhelmed,” you admitted, your voice softer now, tinged with vulnerability.
Hotch nodded, his thumb gently rubbing the back of your hand. “It’s normal to feel that way when you’re juggling so many things. But you don’t have to do it all alone. You have a team, and if they can't actively work on their own, then you need to find a solution that works for all of you.”
You leaned into him, the warmth of his body and the comfort of his words slowly melting away the frustration that had been building up. “I don’t know what I’d do without you,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.
Hotch pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, his own exhaustion momentarily forgotten as he focused on providing comfort. “You don’t have to worry about that,” he said softly. “I’m always here, no matter what.”
With a content sigh, you snuggled closer to him, letting the calm of the morning envelop you both.
Series Sypnosis: You're a former profiler who returns to the BAU after years in academia, reigniting a charged and complicated dynamic with Aaron Hotchner. Bold, brazen, and unafraid to push his buttons, you challenge Hotch's usual control and professionalism, making him confront emotions he’s long buried. What begins as playful banter escalates into something deeper, as the chemistry between you simmers just beneath the surface. As you both tackle high-stakes cases, the tension intensifies, blurring the lines between personal and professional, forcing both of you to confront the undeniable connection you’ve been avoiding for years.
Part I. It’s strange what desire will make foolish people do**^
Part II. And I never dreamed that I’d lose somebody like you**^
I've been thinking about Aaron finding out you've been masturbating to the thought of him... telling him you sometimes have to sneak off to the bathroom while you're in public... him calling you about something unrelated while your hands are down your panties....
Lowkey obsessed with the idea of Aaron finding out how feral you are for him
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YASSSS you're not even dating!!! He started having suspicions cuz you sound so... off to him and sometimes he has to repeat himself when asking you or telling you things. So he conducts an experiment...
You're on a case, it's in the evening and you've retired to your rooms. As you're getting ready to go to bed your phone rings; it's Hotch. You're surprised, groaning a little at the thought of possibly having to head back out. But you answer anyway.
And god... his voice is so fucking sexy and sensual, deeper with tiredness as he discusses details abt the case... or something like that. You don't even know, his voice is doing naughty things to you, your pretty pussy is tingling and you can't stop your hand drifting down inside your underwear. You gasp a little, causing him to pause.
"Is everything alright?" He asks you. You clear your throat and force a chuckle.
"Mmm I am. Just thought I saw a spider on the floor but it wasn't really one. Guess I must be real tired, sir."
You hear him hum.
"Yes, very. Perhaps I should let you sleep now then-"
"-A-ah no! I- I'm okay to discuss the case still!" You squeak quickly, cheeks feeling warm from the outburst. There's silence for a moment and your hand in your panties stills.
"Very well, I would come and stop by but I assume you're already dressed for bed." He drawls. You squeeze your lips together to stop yourself from whimpering, opting to hum in agreement. He clears his throat. "I thought as much. Although, I am curious why you sound a bit out of breath."
Your eyes widen, thighs clenching together.
"O-oh I think it's the adrenaline of thinking I saw a spider."
"You must see a spider every time we talk then." Aaron cuts back. You gasp out, fingers rubbing rapid circles around your swollen clit.
"S-sir no I just-"
There's a knock on the door, startling you into squeaking again and freezing in place.
"U-um sir, I'm going to have to go. Someone's at my door." You say quickly, ripping your hand from your pussy and trying to adjust your clothes. "I-I'll work on my diligence in future, sir!"
Before he can answer, you end the call and fumble around to clean your hand enough to go open the door. You rush over to it, unbolt the lock and pull the door open. And then your mouth falls open; Aaron Hotchner is fucking standing on the other side, phone in hand as he towers over you. His steely gaze wanders over your dishevelled form, to the messy sheets and he nods once.
"Mhm, thought so."
He forces you to retreat back into the room and closes the door behind him, locking it. You have a lot to answer for...
as someone who has the poor habit of flirting with people unintentionally, or without realizing it sometimes, I love the idea of reader constantly flirting with Hotch and him being so taken back by it at first. Then secretly loving it. Like reader and Hotch have their own version of Penelope and Derek convos, but less obvious.
ok ok so the song shameless by Camila Cabello the part where it says “there’s just inches in between us i want you to give in”
Imagine Hotch and reader having sm tension like everywhere and there’s like those looks and the slight touches and then one day in hotches office he’s about to walk out she’s walking in and there’s barley space between them and then he’s like fuck it and they kiss 🌚🌚
Tension
Warning: Brief hurt/comfort, pining, making out in Aaron's office 🤭, fluff, slightly suggestive at the end, I think that's all!
Word count: 1.7k
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader
A/n: This feels feral in some soft of sfw way???? And I love it tbh 🤭. This one WAS proofread for a change! This one is sfw<3. Gave this more plot than I meant to but that's okay 🤭. Let me know what you think 🫶.
Months had gone by with this tension between the two of you. Something was there and it only grew with time. It was always lingering looks and touches that weren't entirely innocent. They lasted a little longer than either of you would deem appropriate.
You were attracted to Hotch as soon as you met him. He was a handsome man and not only was he good looking but he was smart and that just made him even better. The problem was that he is forbidden. He is a forbidden fruit to you just as you are to him and you both know it. It's why it never went any further than those long looks and little touches in the last six months, though they did become more frequent.
The first time it happened you had been working with the BAU for about a month. It was just his hand bumping yours when he reached for a file you had your hand resting on. It was a case everyone had been working hard on and yet no one could figure out who the unsub was. The team all sitting at a table going through stacks of files and when Hotch reached for the file accidentally touching your hand in the process, he didn't move it right away. You both looked at where your hands were touching and then at each other but after a moment he moved his away, file forgotten. You were both exhausted and neither of you really thought too much of it at the time. Even if you both felt warm and fluttery inside, the other didn't know it.
The second time something of this nature happened was when you were wearing something a little different from your regular work attire. It had been a few months since you'd joined the team.
You, JJ, Penelope, and Emily had all been out for a girl's night when another case came up. You didn't have time to change before coming in so you were stuck wearing a skirt that was a little on the shorter side and a top that showed a little more until you had the chance to get something more appropriate out of your go-bag. All Hotch had ever seen you in was your work clothes so to say he was a bit surprised by your more revealing outfit would be an understatement. He couldn't keep his eyes off of you and he knew you were aware but again neither of you mentioned anything.
Of course you both had other, smaller moments between but these were the ones that were most memorable for the two of you.
The third time was when you sat next to each other on the jet. This time it was after a case had ended poorly. Everyone felt very low. You had been on the team for five months now and the job finally started to crack you a little.
You were sitting in the back alone. It was a more personal case for you. It hit you a little harder than most of the team and Hotch could see that. He didn't know why it did, he wasn't even sure if you knew why it hurt you more. Maybe it was just really dark and it had finally taken a toll on you. Whatever it was, he wanted to be there for you. He wanted to offer you comfort even if you two weren't very close.
In truth, Hotch tried to avoid you sometimes. He didn't want to let his feelings and emotions win. Not when it could drastically change your professional relationship or put one or both of you in a difficult position regarding your jobs.
But seeing you alone and hurting was something he wouldn't let you go through. Maybe he couldn't stop the hurt you felt but he could keep you from going through it alone. So he pushed his feelings aside and sat next to you.
In all five months of being on the team not once had the two of you ever sat beside each other on the plane. Not a single time. Other places where he wouldn't be next to you quite as long? Yes. But never on the jet where it would be much longer and closer. So when he did, it shocked you. You looked up at him and he could see the tears in your eyes. He could see how your shoulders slumped and how defeated you looked. He had never seen you look this way and it broke his heart to see it now.
As soon as he put his hand on your shoulder you melted into his side and he held you close. It was a little awkward but it was still comforting. It was awkward because you two hardly ever spoke unless it was work related and the only touches either of you had ever shared were hands bumping or his resting on your lower back when he was moving around you or ushering you somewhere.
So feeling a bit odd the first time he completely embraced you was understandable. Especially when he hardly ever embraced anyone on his team. He likes you and he has you so close. He's holding you the way he's wanted to since the moment he met you, not with the circumstances he wished for but holding you and comforting you nonetheless. He would kiss you if he thought it could help but this is far from the right time or place for that. You don't need his lips right now. You just need his arms around you and that's what he'll give you.
From there the touches only continued to grow. To linger more and more. Happening more often. As would the looks. Everything between you two was tense but also...a sort of love story. Someone you want but can't have. Someone you need but is forbidden to you. It's not fair. There is clearly something there. It's clear to most but surprisingly no one has commented on it.
Hotch made it a point to leave the office a little earlier more often because he knew it meant running into you on the way to his car. Normally he would be there so late that everyone else was gone before he left. He tried to time his departure from his office just right so he would get to walk with you as you left. When you walked to your separate cars he would watch you for a moment before finally leaving.
You wouldn't say it was a routine for him to walk you to your car because it wasn't every single day. More like once or twice a week when there wasn't a case. And technically he didn't walk you to your car but rather walked beside you until you stopped at yours and he kept walking until he reached his. You always waved goodbye to him once you got to your car though. It always made him smile.
Or the number of times he brought you your favourite coffee. He would make sure to hand it to you instead of setting it down next to you. This way his fingers were bound to brush against yours as he transferred the cup to your hands from his. The way you always smiled at him and looked into his eyes as you thanked him. It brightened you up and in turn it did the same to him. He would always return your warm smile with one of his own. Of course watching you enjoy your first sip before telling you to have a good day and leaving to busy himself in his office.
He always did it during cases because it helped you relax when you were stressed. Knowing he was there and thinking of you. It may have eased the tension from the case but it only added to the weird little thing you two had going.
Today you had to drop something off with Hotch before heading out for the day. When you got to his office door you knocked before walking right in and to your surprise, Aaron was trying to walk out. You nearly collided with each other. Aaron gently gripped your arms to steady you after you had stumbled slightly.
Your faces so close together. Closer than they ever had been. Even when he held you on the jet your face wasn't this close to his. You could feel his breath fanning across your face and he could feel yours.
"Hotch! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to-"
You start to explain and apologise to him but before you can finish getting your words out you feel his warm chapped lips pressing against yours. For the first few seconds it is timid but once you realise what is happening and you are able to find your footing again, you kiss him back. It quickly fills with passion. You can feel the need and desperation as you both move your lips together. When he swipes his tongue across your lip and you allow him in you can feel the desire grow more and more.
The kiss only builds. Everything you and Aaron have been pushing down for months now finally coming to the surface. Your hands tangle in each other's hair as you both try to deepen it. One of his hands reaches around to your lower back and presses you against him more firmly before breaking the kiss. You both needed the break to breathe. All either of you can hear is the panting coming from each other.
He leans in and kisses you briefly before parting again and pressing his forehead to yours. Both of you are still trying to catch your breath. When he speaks you can feel the warmth of his quicker breaths against your lips and it makes you tingle.
"Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do that, y/n?" Another chaste kiss to your lips.
"No. But if it's as long as I've wanted you to then it's since we first met." He chuckles a little and kisses your cheek and then forehead. "That sounds about right."
"I wish you had done it sooner." You smile at him and he grins.
"Well, you have me now. Maybe we should get out of the office and see what else we've been missing out on?" He raises his eyebrows and smirks slightly. He still has you pressed against him. "Let's not waste another second."
