Blinded by Hate | a.hotchner

Chapter 39*

Warning: Sexual Content 

The next day, you and Aaron drove to work together. You kept your hand glued to his, setting them on the console separating your bodies.

"We might have to get a car with a bench seat, that way I can sit right next to you." You told him, longing to be cuddled up next to him at all times.

He let out a low chuckle, his beautiful smile lines crowding his eyes. Deep dimples dug into his cheeks, his white teeth flashing in the dim car, "You won't have any trouble convincing me." He squeezed your hand tightly.

You reached your hand up to his still smiling face, grazing your fingertips over his crows feet and dimples, "You need to smile more, Aaron. You're so beautiful." You murmured, almost forgetting that you were talking. Your hand stayed on his face while he drove.

When Aaron parked in the garage, he turned to face you. You had kept your eyes on his the whole time, yet you didn't notice the almost invisible tears in his eyes.

"Aaron?" Your voice worried, "What?"

He was still smiling, but his eyes looked slightly sad, "I don't think anyone has told me that. Ever." He told you quietly, "I don't know... I guess it's just nice to hear."

"Well, in that case; you are the most beautiful man in the world." You leaned in to kiss him.

"How could anyone not think that? Your eyes are warm brown, like two little pots of delicious honey. I love every line, wrinkle, and scar on your body. I don't think I could ever think anything else." You told him, moving to kiss the lines around his eyes.

Then you moved to kiss his forehead, then his nose, his cheek, and finally his lips again.

"I love you so much, Aaron. I love every inch of your beautiful body." You muttered against his lips.

"Thank you, y/n. I love you too." He kissed you harder after speaking.

After a few moments, you broke the kiss, "We're going to be late."

"So? I'm the boss, I'm allowed to be late." He moved to kiss you again, but you stopped him with a hand on his chest.

"Aaron, I've got to talk to Derek. It'll be better to do it sooner than later." You said, waiting for his nodding head to start getting out of the car.

You grabbed your bags, waiting on your side of the car for Aaron. He joined you, his hand grasping yours. Aaron led you to the elevator, waiting for the car to arrive.

Once you were on the sixth floor, you hesitantly made your way into the bullpen. You saw Emily and Spencer in the sad excuse of a kitchen, Rossi already doing nothing in his office, and Penelope and Derek were talking at Morgan's desk.

When Garcia spotted you, she fell silent, walking away from Derek. Morgan's eyes landed on yours, then they fell down to his desk. He clearly felt bad about what happened on the plane, but couldn't find a way to approach an apology.

"Derek?" You finally said after putting your bags down, "Can we talk?" For some reason, you seemed more nervous about this than him.

"Of course, y/n." He responded, waiting for you to speak, but you never did. "I know it was wrong for me to push you like that." He finally started to apologize.

"I should have read the room better, I shouldn't have profiled you, and I know that I had no right to that information." Derek's words dumped from his mouth, it was clear that he had been rehearsing the words he was saying, "I'm so sorry. I should have respected your privacy." He finished, letting his eyes drop back to his desk.