Hotch Seconds: Peppery Waltz
[a.k.a Hotch touches your shoulders]
I present Hotch Seconds: a new, semi-regular series of seemingly obscure Hotch x You drabbles whilst I'm in isolation.
Hotch x Reader [Fem]
Contains: romance, lust, sexual content.
Requests welcome!
This drabble was written on my phone, so formatting is non existent.
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Aaron watched you longer than he should have done.
He stood behind you as you hunched over your desk, desperately scrawling away in your file. You hadn't heard him leave his office or seen his surprised expression to find you sat alone, almost in the dark in the empty bullpen at a stupid hour of the morning.
His eyes settled onto your shoulders and they couldn't leave - seemingly becoming addicted at the rare sight of your bare skin. Your jacket had been discarded on someone else's chair a few hours ago, leaving you in a basic vest, and the pale desk lamp seemed to hit your shoulders in a way that he'd seen no other woman's skin become so radiant. Almost inviting.
Carefully, his fingers danced around your shoulder for a split second, before drawing back hurriedly as if he was singed.
"I'm sorry, I-" He muttered, caught out by himself. You'd frozen under his touch but span your chair around to face him as soon as his skin departed from yours.
You already knew it was him...only one man that would be at work this late had hands that big.
He seemed flustered, but your gaze fell on to the tips of his fingers. Your skin ached for the touch to return: aching for the peppery waltz of his touch to return back, trailing a dizzying circle towards your collarbone and looping around again to the edge of your shoulder.
Without even thinking of where you were, who Hotch was to you or any consequence at all, you gently took his hand. It fell limp as you clasped your fingers around it as much as you could, allowing you to guide it back to your shoulder.
He didn't think about consequences either. For now, all he could think about was feeling your skin and you the same for him.
The circle began again and you hummed in relaxation, closing your eyes as your brain mapped the journey of his caress.
Something else was stirring. You could feel it deep down inside you, a small flutter rising upwards like oil on water. Unbeknownst to you, he was feeling the same kind of rising, although it wasn't so much a flutter as a rock being pulled from the ground.
When you opened your eyes, they found his straight away and something passed between you. His fingers forgot their dance steps and dug into your skin. Your own fingers had crawled towards his tie, slowly creeping upwards of their own accord until they reached the knot. Then they hooked around the knot, pulling him almost on top of you if it weren't for his quick reflexes. His palms slammed down onto your desk behind you for support as your open mouths met.
A kiss speaking a thousand sentences in a brand new language.
One of his hands fell away from the desk and travelled upwards, finding the better location of your cheek and caressing it tenderly as he kissed you softly.
Soft didn't last too much longer as you both developed an insatiable hunger for each other, his tongue sliding over yours with power as you let out a soft whine.
A clamber of metal and loss of light sprung you both apart, as you overestimated how far he'd pushed you back on your seat and managed to headbutt the lamp off your desk.
You scrambled away from him to grab the dismayed lamp, placing it back onto the desk. Your chest rose and fell harshly as you regained your breath and you noticed how his body was mirroring yours.
'Finish that report and go home, L/N,' He said, adjusting his posture back upright and straightening out his tie. SSA Hotchner was back.
You sat back down and stared back down at the file, listening to the sound of his footsteps echo out of the bullpen with a cheeky grin plastered on your face.
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