Late Nights and Lipstick Smudges
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Bombshell!Reader
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: ~1k
Summary: After a long day at the BAU, Hotch comes home to the vibrant light of your love—high heels, lipstick, and all.
The sound of the front door clicking shut was the only warning you had before Aaron Hotchner stepped into the living room, still clad in his FBI-issued suit. His tie was loosened but not yet removed, and his sharp features were softened by exhaustion.
“Hey, honey,” you called from the couch, crossing your legs dramatically as you adjusted the hem of your silky robe. A red one tonight—Aaron’s favorite.
His tired eyes lit up at the sight of you, the corners of his lips tugging into the faintest smile. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to make your heart flutter.
“Long day?” you teased, twirling a strand of hair around your manicured finger.
He chuckled softly, setting his briefcase down by the door and shrugging off his suit jacket. “You could say that.”
You patted the cushion next to you, your red-painted nails catching the light. “Come here, let me take care of you.”
He didn’t need to be asked twice. In a few strides, Aaron was by your side, sinking into the couch with a heavy sigh. You immediately swung your legs over his lap, your bare skin warm against the cool fabric of his pants.
“Rough case?” you asked, your voice softer now as you reached up to smooth the lines of worry on his forehead.
He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes for a moment. “Rough, but it’s over. I’m just glad to be home.”
You smiled, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek. “Good. Because I missed you.”
His hand found your thigh, his thumb brushing gently against your skin. “I missed you, too,” he murmured, his voice low and intimate.
You couldn’t help but grin, your trademark red lipstick bright against your teeth. “Of course you did. I’m irresistible.”
Aaron chuckled, finally opening his eyes to look at you. “That you are.”
For a moment, the two of you just stayed like that, wrapped up in each other’s presence. The tension in his shoulders seemed to melt away as you traced slow circles on the back of his hand, your other hand playing idly with his tie.
“Let me guess,” you said, your tone teasing. “You didn’t eat dinner.”
His silence was answer enough.
You sighed dramatically, slipping off his lap and standing up. “What would you do without me, Hotchner?”
His eyes followed you as you padded into the kitchen, your robe swishing around your legs. “Starve, probably,” he admitted with a small smirk.
“Damn right you would,” you called over your shoulder, pulling out leftovers from the fridge.
By the time you returned, reheated pasta in hand, Aaron had loosened his tie completely and was leaning back against the couch cushions. He looked more relaxed than he had all day, but his gaze sharpened as you approached.
“What?” you asked, setting the plate down on the coffee table.
“You’re beautiful,” he said simply, his eyes soft as they roamed over you.
You felt heat rise to your cheeks, but you masked it with a playful scoff. “Flattery will get you everywhere, Hotchner.”
He reached out, catching your wrist as you moved to sit down. “I mean it.”
For once, the teasing words you had ready on your tongue disappeared, replaced by a soft smile. You leaned down, brushing your lips against his in a kiss that was as sweet as it was brief.
“I know,” you whispered, resting your forehead against his.
The rest of the night passed in quiet contentment, with Aaron finishing the dinner you insisted he eat and you stealing bites from his plate. By the time you both made it to bed, he looked lighter, his smile a little wider, and you couldn’t help but feel proud.
Aaron Hotchner may face the darkest corners of humanity every day, but when he came home to you, you made sure he remembered the light.