A Different Kind of Love

Doubts & Ice Cream- Hotch & Rossi*

Reader can't sleep- too many things on her mind as she lays in between her two lovers. She decides to get up and think everything out. Someone else comes down and reassures her of her place in their unique relationship. Ice cream always helps.

Warnings: Polyamorous relationship and light oral sex. 

You sighed as you rolled onto your back, staring up at the dark ceiling. On both sides of you, warmth emitted from two men: Hotch and Rossi. You inhaled deeply, tired of not being able to fall back asleep. Thoughts of doubt plagued your mind. What if one of them got tired of you? How was working together going to work if things happened? How long would they really like you?

You huffed, sitting up and wiping your eyes to center yourself. Your eyes shot to the clock on the nightstand. It read three in the morning. There was no way you were going to be able to get back to sleep. You had been trying for over an hour already.

Your gaze shifted down to the man on your left side. Hotch- no, Aaron, he wanted you to call him Aaron- not Hotch- Aaron's black hair was tousled over his face, different from his usual prim and proper gelled locks. He was sleeping on his stomach, one arm tucked underneath his head, face as peaceful as it could get. God, you loved him relaxed like this- no furrowed eyebrows, no creased lines- just a calm state. You ran your fingers through his hair gently before pulling away. Once he was out, he was out.

Your eyes flickered to the other body next to you. Rossi- Dave as you now called him- was sleeping on his side. His hair was just as tousled as Aaron's, if not more. His leg was pressed against yours, most likely making sure you were there subconsciously. He was more of a light sleeper despite his age. You guessed it was because of his time in the Marines paired with the job he did now. You pressed a light kiss to his forehead hoping he didn't wake up from the touch.

When he didn't stir, you slid out of bed, having to climb over their limbs. You made it off and slipped on one of Aaron's 'FBI' sweatshirts, pulling your hair into a messy bun as you ambled through the room quietly. You had set your gun on the dresser and you decided to leave it- you were in Dave's house, you'd be fine. You glanced one last time at the two sleeping men, smirking at their mixture of light snores. You shut the door softly.

You slowly made your way down the stairs, careful to stay quiet as can be. You slid into the kitchen, opening the fridge and pulling out a bottle of water. Maybe if you stayed up for a little bit, you'd get tired and be able to go back to bed. You should be up there with the two men you were falling in love with, but you were afraid you'd fall and no one would catch you. You couldn't go through another bad relationship- or relationships in this case.

You took a seat the breakfast bar, cracking open the bottle of cold water. Taking a sip, you rolled the blue cap in your fingers, thinking of what you were going to do. You were falling in love- with both of them. Both of them for God's sakes! That was weird, right? How could you love two men at the same time and was that even right? Would loving them both hurt them? They seemed fine sharing now, but what would happen in a couple of years? Were you really worth fighting for?

The questions plagued your mind as you sat, rolling the cap on the granite countertop. There was a light patter of feet, but you didn't notice until a figure in your peripheral vision popped up. Your eyes snapped to the source and there stood Dave, a robe around him, tied pitifully.

"Good... morning..?" He greeted in a hoarse voice- still groggy with sleep. You bit your inner cheek. He wasn't supposed to be up, he should be sleeping.

"Sorry, if I woke you." You murmured, twisting the cap back on the water bottle.

Dave waived his hand as he approached, "I'm a light sleeper, I didn't hear you though." But he did notice you were gone within fifteen minutes of leaving. He slid on the stool next to you, his robe sliding forward, revealing his hairy chest. You smiled softly, reaching over and tying it properly before he was nude.