Head canon about drunk hotch w his so who’s also a member of bau?
This is going to be GREAT. AHH. DRUNK! HOTCH GO.
Hotch knows how to handle his liquor. He’s very stoic, he doesn’t like to lose control very often.
But when he does, OH BOY.
It starts off innocently, a drink shared at the local bar with the team.
Then Morgan challenges everyone to a round of shots, which Hotch refuses at first, but after some gentle nudging, finally agrees.
And he does hard. Everyone eventually gives up, leaving Hotch as the winner, and you were surprised. Hotch had never been one for alcohol.
Nothing had really changed, besides his words were slightly slurred and his inhibitions were lesser, his hand brushing yours one too many times.
Luckily the team dispersed, ready to stumble home, leaving just the two of you. But Aaron wasn’t in the mood to leave.
Instead, he takes one last shot, getting to his feet, and pulling you into a private booth in the bar.
He begins to kiss you, his lips sloppily showing you how much he loves you, hands skimming dangerously low. “You’re so beautiful,” He murmured, “How did I manage to get so lucky?”
“Aaron,” Your breath is ragged, cheeks burning, “Let’s go home,” You insisted, prying him off of you. “please?”
It was a long drive home, Aaron’s hand resting on your thigh, fingers trailing up and down it.
The two of you stumbled into the house, his arms wrapped around you immediately, but there was clarity in your haze. “Hey, you’re really drunk, we shouldn’t do this right now,”
“It’s fineee,” his last syllable extended, making you giggle.
“Considering that you just said that, you are most definitely not fine,” You pecked his cheek. “Come on, let’s go to bed,”
“That’s what i was trying to do,” He pouted, still pressing insistent kisses to your neck.
“Come on, Mr. Hotchner, you’re going to regret getting this drunk in the morning,” You got him into bed after enough coaxing, as he snuggled up beside you, arm wrapped around your middle, he sighed.
“I love you,” Your eyes snapped open, as you stared at him, his eyes shut, breathing steady.
“Aaron, do you really mean that?” But he was already asleep, your cheeks were burning. He had never told you that before, and now he probably wouldn’t even remember. You pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
Well you weren’t going to be able to sleep now.