can I request a blurb where hotch comes home from a really bad case and he opens the door to you guys apartment, and sees the reader cooking his favorite meal and he drops everything and runs over to you engulfing you in a huge hug. there’s something so intimate about hotch being so vulnerable. i need this. 🥹
kels! <3 sorry i took a while to get to this, sending you all my love and a virtual hug. also, your profile picture is gorgeous, his side profile is just *chefs kiss*.
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“In here.” You call out as you hear the lock turn and the door creak open, while you continue to squeeze the lemon half into the bowl in front of you.
It only takes a few moments before you feel arms tight around your midsection, his chin dipped down to rest against your shoulder, his body pressed firmly against your back.
“Hey.” You breathe out as you drop the lemon slice onto the cutting board, cleaning your hands against the hand towel you had to the side of the kitchen counter. You rest your now clean hands on his forearms which are still tight around you, your thumbs rubbing little circles onto the material of his brown quarter zip. “Everything ok?”
He doesn’t say anything, and it makes you twist yourself gently around in his arms. He lets you, his hands turning to rest on the dip at the back of your waist, his chin now adjusting itself to rest on the top of your head, his front pressed tight against yours as you snake your hands around his body, returning the hug. It makes him hug you tighter, as you rest the side of your head against his chest, your ears picking up the steady drum of his heartbeat.
“I got you.” You say quietly to him, as your hands stroke up and down against his middle back and you feel him exhale, his body sagging ever so slightly against yours as the tension in him begins to ebb away, because he knows you’ve got him.
