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❝ The question that sometimes drives me hazy: Am I, or the others crazy? ❞
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Waking up the next morning, you glance at the clock. 7:03 am. The team decided to meet downstairs at 7:45 to get ready to go home.
You quickly threw on a wrinkled turtleneck with black pants. Rushing out the door and to the elevator, you notice a few teenage boys in there.
Walking in and pushing the button, you stare at the interior of the elevator. It's not much, but it's definitely to keep your gaze on something. You were an awkward person despite your job being 'outgoing.'
You walk out the elevator, hearing a certain somebodies voice, "Hey, you're a bit early."
Returning the smile to Emily's words you nod. "That I am. Couldn't sleep much."
She also nods, glancing around the lobby. Only you and her were in. You look down at your watch. 7:31 am.
"Want a coffee?" She asks, dropping her bag down near your feet.
"Yes, please. Thank you." You answer, smiling at her.
"You got it."
Walking away, you catch yourself biting the inside of your cheek, harshly. You start to taste the familiar taste. A metallic taste. You didn't do this often. Only when you were nervous, or stressed, or worried, and gosh were you all three now.
You know what you did last night was wrong, but was it really? Sacrificing just a bit, just for the pleasure. The feeling. If it was anyone but him, maybe you wouldn't feel this way, but of course it just had to be him.
Speaking of the devil, you watch him walk out of the elevator doors and making his way over to you.
"Y/N. You're here early." He says as he looks down at his rolex. You bite down on your lip now, nodding.
You eye him, "Yup, couldn't sleep."
He looks down at you as he is much taller, giving you a small smirk as he stuffs his hands into his pocket.
"What a shame." He responds back, looking around for the rest of the team.
You let out a low chuckle, but quickly regain composure as you see Prentiss making her way back over to you.
"One black coffee with three tea-spoons of sugar." She says, handing you your cup.
You take the hot drink, smiling at her, "Thank you."
"We should get going." Hotch says, startling you and Emily as more of the team piles into the lobby.
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Walking into the bullpen you're greeted with a pale face and big smile. Penelope.
She pouts her lip, "I missed you Y/N!"
You laugh a bit, "I missed you."
"Great job everybody, uh, feel free to go home. We can finish up the paperwork tomorrow. I need you all refreshed and ready for tomorrow." Hotch interrupts, as he walks up the stairs to his office and shutting the door.
"Well, I'm going home. Goodnight." Emily says, walking to the elevator, Morgan, JJ and Rossi following her.
"You coming?" Spencer asks, clutching the book he is currently reading tightly to his chest.
You give him a thin lipped smile, "Of course. I'm just gonna use the restroom. Don't wait up, I'll see you tomorrow."
He nods, awkwardly running to the elevator, "Goodnight." He shouts out as you let out a little laugh.
Waiting for him to be in the elevator, you stand up and walk to Hotch's office. You don't even think about knocking before entering.
"Woah, Y/N, ever heard of knocking?"
You eye him, raising an eyebrow. "Sorry, I didn't think you were doing something important."
He licks his lip quickly, before returning his gaze to his paperwork. "So what can I help you with?"
You gulp, your creative imagination thinking of a few ideas. "Nothing.. just didn't want to be alone, sitting at my desk." You glance at him as he shifts his focus to you again.
You feel your phone vibrate in your back pocket. Pulling out your phone, you read a message from your roommate, a smile growing on your face. "Who's that?" Hotch asks, resting his hands on top of his desk.
You decide to tease him, "Oh you know, just some guy I'm gonna have sex with later. No big deal."
"Excuse me?"
You look up now, putting your phone back into your pocket. "You heard me."
He stands up, walking over to the other side where you are. "Sorry, could you say it again?" He asks, playing mind games with you.
"Aaron Hotchner are you partly deaf? I said a guy I am going to have sex with."
And just like that, he cut you off with his lips. His soft lips. His hands move around to the small of your back. Kissing you longer and harder now.
He pulls away from the kiss to lock the door. Attaching his lips back onto yours, he lifts you up and places you on his desk, "I'm sorry. One more time, who is this man?" He asks in between kisses.
"A guy, that I will be having sex with. And he will treat me better than you will." You manage to say between each kiss. His lips started to consume yours, his feeling like a drug. Something you couldn't live with out.
You went from hating your boss to making out with him. Lord, was life much easier when you hated him.
He pulls away first, "Oh will he now?"
You look down to his lips, your lipstick smudged all around. You nod, pushing your hair strands behind your ears.
"Well, I'm up for a challenge. How about we see who'll make you come more. Deal?" He obviously knew you weren't going to see any man later tonight, but being the headstrong person he was, he brought this idea up.
"Deal."
Getting off the desk, you start buttoning off your pants. Pulling them off, you're left in your pink laced panties. Getting back onto the desk, you place your hands behind you and spread your legs wide open, watching Aaron's expression turn to a flirty one. His smirk just grows bigger.
He walks closer to you, and you part your lips.
"Please Aaron Hotchner. Be my guest."
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authors note! hello!!! long time no see.. anyway things are about to get heated !!!!! lmk what y'all think. love u all :)
