hi e! I saw your requests are open. Could I get reader discovering how easy it is to make Aaron blush at work? They’re not together (yet) and reader discovers that every time they reach across a table in front of him or brush their fingertips around his handing him something he goes silent and red! I think it’d be a very enjoyable button to push sometimes
sorry that this took so long, nonnie! hope you enjoy!
title: touching, feeling
summary: you decide to have fun making aaron blush at work.
pairing: aaron hotchner x reader
word count: 516
warning(s): none that i can think of
a/n: this takes place in the same universe and makes a reference to my fic leap of faith which can be read here. you don't have to read it to understand this, though.
The first time it happens is an accident.
You’d been staying late–or, later than you usually do to finish paperwork that you’d been putting off so that you didn’t have to bring it home with you. You thought that even Aaron had left by now to be with Jack.
“Y/N, do you know where the files from the recent Boise case are?” Your boss’s voice sounds a few feet to your left. He’s overloading himself again.
“Uh, yeah. They’re right here.” You point to the stack to the left of you. He turns toward the sound of your voice, and his eyes find the stack of files he’s looking for.
“Okay, great.” He walks to your desk and reaches his hand out to take them under his arm. You pick up the stack to hand them over to him, and his fingers graze the back of your hand. The skin where he’s touching you tingles with the tiniest zaps of electricity. You both just stand there for a moment, not saying a word to each other, until Aaron clears his throat, thanks you for the files, and goes back to his office.
And once you’re left alone with your thoughts again, you file that interaction away for later.
–
The second time it happens is not an accident. Not in the slightest.
It was another slow morning for the Bureau, so you were using that time to catch up on your case reports. With the file you need in your hand, you make your way back to your desk. That’s when you spot Aaron and Derek deep in conversation at the latter’s desk. The desk that happens to be directly behind yours.
Time to test my theory, you think to yourself.
Passing by Aaron on the way to your desk, your hand comes up to the middle of his back as you go by. “Sorry, boys,” you tell them as you squeeze past them. “Don’t mind me.”
Derek gives you an easy smile. “You’re fine, pretty girl.”
Aaron, for the first time in the many years that you’ve known him, is speechless. He says nothing to you as you pass by him and Derek. Turning to sneak a glance over your shoulder at him, you could've sworn that his ears were pink.
–
“You’re doing it on purpose,” is the first thing Aaron says to you when he sees you later that afternoon as you take your lunch bag out of the break room fridge.
You throw a glance at him over your shoulder. “You’re going to have to be more specific.”
“Touching me,” he clarifies. “You’re touching me on purpose.” There’s something in his voice, but you don’t know what to call it. Not yet, anyway.
You set your lunch bag on the table in front of you and feign a sheepish smile. “I suppose I’ve been caught.”
He tilts his head in bewilderment. “Why?”
You look up at him through your lashes, and the smile from seconds ago has softened into something small and intimate. “Don’t you remember, Aaron? I have a mystery to solve.”
hey girlie! I didn’t know where your guidelines are, but I wanted to know if you were open to doing a spencer Reid X Aaron hotch X reader fluff? Maybe like them cuddling on the jet and the team just like loving it. Love you work! Keep it up 😽
hi lovie! thank you so much for requesting. i've never written threesomes or couples with more than two people before, so i hope this is good!
Staying awake after a case is hard. You and your team put everything into solving these cases and getting justice for these victims, and by the time you’re on the jet to go home, you’re all physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausted. You’re forcing yourself to stay awake, though, because you’ll spend your weekend catching up on paperwork if you don’t. Yes, you could ask Aaron to give you more time, but it wouldn’t be fair when everyone else on the team turns their paperwork in on time. You don’t want to use your significant-other privilege for when you don’t want to do paperwork. You want to use it for other things.
“You’ve been reading the same page for the last fifteen minutes,” Spencer whispers from his place on your right.
“Oh.” You flip to the next page of the document. “I must have dozed off.”
“Honey, if you’re tired, get some sleep,” Aaron tells you from your left. “We have a couple of hours before we land.”
“But this report is due Monday,” you tell him. “I’m already behind, Aaron.”
Sighing, the older man takes the file from you, closes it, and carefully puts it into his bag. “You’re already tired, Y/N. You won’t get any work done if you’re tired.”
“Aaron’s right, darling.” Spencer agrees and drops a kiss to your shoulder. “Get some rest. That report will still be there when you wake up.”
You nod. They’re right, and you know it. You lean your head onto Aaron’s shoulder, snuggling close to him, and take Spencer’s hand into your own. Aaron kisses the top of your head. “Sweet dreams, my love.”
Right before you drift off into unconsciousness, you hear the click of a phone camera and a voice that sounds like Derek’s say, “Oh, Penelope is going to love this.”
