perv!aaron brushing/pressing up against you on public transport :)
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“Oh!” You squeak, your body rocking forwards with the unusually sharp lurch of the subway. You feel the man behind you grab your waist, quickly righting you from where you’re about to tumble to the floor. Your hands, having slipped from the bar above you, fly to the man’s own, pressing his arm even further against you as he saves you from falling.
“Woah,” He murmurs, deep and low, “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” You pant, wide-eyed as you scramble back onto your feet. He lets his hand linger for a moment too long. Your back pressed against his chest. For a moment you swear he’s arching his hips forwards, pressing them snug to the curve of your ass, but then his touch is gone entirely, his hand back at his side.
“Thank you,” You’re breathless, staring at him appreciatively. He node, a kind smile on his face, though his eyes hold a look more like amusement. He buries his hand in his pocket, and the memory of its touch is nearly gone, but when the subway halts and the doors slide open, you feel it again.
His hand, palm-open and massive, presses against the small of your back. He inches past you, his face impossibly close to your ear as he murmurs, “Excuse me.” In that enchanting voice of his. All you can do is stare at him as he exits the train, briefcase in hand and suit fitted tight on his body. You realize almost too late that he’s wearing a name tag, a badge clipped to his chest. You crane your neck as he walks past your window to read it, catching his eyes at the same time you catch his name: Aaron Hotchner.
