Wildcard (A.H. x Reader x S.R.)

Chapter 8 - Room 727

"I'm trying not to forget my words,

'Cause when I'm around you,

I tend to keep changing my mind.

I promised,

I promised myself not to slip back into old habit,

'Cause heartbreak is savage,

And love is a bitch."

-Love Is A Bitch – Two Feet

You both slipped into Hotchner's car, your bags tossed haphazardly into the backseat. You let your head fall against the headrest, your eyes closing as the car came to life under you. You sighed, letting your mind drift as you tried to get some sleep before who knows what. You didn't know if you were going to actually get the chance to sleep or if you were going to be seduced and then fucked into the mattress until the early hours of the morning like last time. You were fine with either at this point, although sleep was preferred. You didn't know how much you were actually going to get though, as cases that were as horrific as the one you had just finished often kept you up for the next few nights. It was hard to get the images of children being graphically hurt and abused like that out of your mind.

You tensed temporarily when you felt Hotchner's strong hand find the inside of your thigh, his fingers working small circles into your denim clad skin. You relaxed in an instant, your eyes still closed as you simply let him drive and do whatever he was doing with his hand. When you felt his hand moving higher, you attempted half-heartily to slap it away. He shoved your hand away, continuing what he was doing without anymore resistance. His fingers snaked under your shirt and teased just under your waistband, a prelude to what he was no doubt planning in his mind as retribution for all the witty comments and bratty behavior. He wasn't new to this type of thing. He knew exactly what he was doing and exactly what he wanted. His hand skimmed over you groin and returned to your thigh, making you tense again. Oh hell no.

"Hotchner, stop teasing," you grumbled, not bothering to open your eyes and look at him.

He laughed, the sound making your frustration grow and then deflate out of exhaustion. "I'll do whatever I please, y/n. Brats like you don't get a say. I don't want to hear another word out of you until we get to the hotel," he said, amusement dripping from every single word.

"You are so fucking insufferable, you know that?" you comment snappily, "that was literally the only thing I have said the entire ride thus far. Please, get a fucking grip."

You could feel his grin, his sadistic mind happy that you kept on defying him. He was happy about it. It gave him more reasons to punish you over and over and over again. "One day, you'll learn not to talk back to me, y/n. I suggest you stop being so disrespectful before you earn yourself more punishment," he offered. You knew he was serious about punishing you and you understood how much it had hurt the last time, so you decided to shut up for once. You were too tired to keep battling him. You could feel the smugness from his 'triumph' and it pissed you off, but you opted not to keep going. Either way you were giving him what he wanted, and you kind of hated that.

"Good boy," he praised, his normal condescension missing from his tone. You didn't even want to make a witty remark when he said it like that. He could tell that you were slightly instable, that something was eating at you and he was reacting accordingly. You were both silent as he drove, the sound of the air coming through the vents of the car filling the silence. You couldn't quite tell if the silence was comfortable or not, your tiredness throwing you more off balance by the second. You were almost asleep when the car stopped for good, making you groan. You didn't want to move. "Come on, y/n. You can sleep when we get to the room. We can negotiate in the morning," Hotchner said, running a hand through your hair.