Blinded by Hate | a.hotchner

Chapter 35*

Warning: Sexual Content

When the team made it back from LA, you ended up going home with Aaron. It was a little after noon, so he picked up some italian food on the drive to his house. You could tell by his body language, that he wanted to talk about something.

"Aaron? What's wrong?" You asked him from the passenger seat, the warm food sitting in your lap.

"Hmm? Oh, nothing. There's just something I want to talk to you about when we get back to my house." He responded nonchalantly.

You didn't press the subject any further, knowing that he would talk to you when he was ready.

Ever since his proclamation of love, he couldn't keep his hands off you. At the least he would keep his pinky locked with yours. His favorite thing to do was to stand behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, tucking his chin into your neck. The team was unfazed, they're used to your PDA, although they definitely noticed Aaron's need to touch you.

The entire car ride, Aaron kept his hand on your thigh. His pointer finger was tracing his name into your soft flesh. You, wanting to be touching him as well, grazed your hand down his arm, lacing your fingers through his. You heard a content hum from Aaron, his hand tightening around your thigh and your fingers. Jack was at a sleepover, and wouldn't be home.

When Aaron parked the car, he walked around like he always does, and opened your door. He took the food off your lap, and offered you his hand. He was still being oddly quiet, but you didn't mind. He set the food down in the kitchen and then turned to face you.

"I'm sorry if I freaked you out, I just got lost in thought." He apologized, grabbing your hands in his.

"Aaron, it's fine. Can we talk about it? You seem like you want to say something." You asked, stepping closer to him.

"I do, I just don't want you to feel like I'm pressuring you to do something you don't want to do." He ducked his head as he spoke.

Your voice softened, "Well, there's no way to know unless you say it. I promise I'll tell you if I'm uncomfortable."

"I wanted to give you a key to my house, and give you a drawer in my dresser. If you wanted, I would ask you to move in, but I know you're not ready for that." He finally told you, still keeping eye contact with the floor.

You weren't sure why that little question was eating him up so much. It made sense, you had made quite the show when you left his house last time. "Aaron, I would love that. It's a natural step, and it doesn't make me uncomfortable." You told him, moving your hand to cup his face.

"I understand why you were hesitant, and I'm glad that you don't want to rush me." You gave him a small kiss.

He kissed you back gently, "I was going to ask in LA, but I was worried that I was going to overwhelm you."

"Thank you, Aaron. I would love to have a key, and a drawer." You kissed him again, "You've given me a lot of time and space over the past month, and it's helped a lot. I'm doing better, and I'm ready to start moving forward."

He excitedly turned around, opening and shuffling through a drawer. Holding the key you used to use, he quickly made his way back to you. He placed the cool metal in your palm,  "I love you, y/n."

"I love you too, Aaron." You told him, "Let's eat lunch."

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A few hours after you ate, Aaron was practically begging to go to your apartment and gather things for your drawer.

"Aaron, we can do it another day, I just want to stay here with you." You looked into his pleading eyes.

"Pleaseeeee?" He asked for the fifth time, jutting his lip out.