Yes Sir [Hotch X Reader]

Chapter 22

⚠️Some mature sexual content⚠️

You nod and follow him silently into the room while he gathers his things. On your way out of the building, he places his hand gently on the small of your back.

It was odd how his words had been so rough but his touch was still so light and protective. A part of you was mildly annoyed at him due to your earlier argument and wanted to move away from him. However, an even larger part of you felt safe under his large guiding hand and savored the feeling of his warmth seeping through your shirt into your skin.

You walk out to the car and make haste in getting into the passenger seat. Silently, you shut your doors and buckle before the car begins moving.

"You know, there's no point in being upset at me" you huff, looking out the window "I didn't do anything wrong."

"I'm not upset" he replies quickly. A glance at him reveals his already obvious lie. His knuckles are white from clutching the steering wheel and his face is hard and focused.

"Oh my God." You turn your body and stare at his face, eyes skimming his body with disbelief.

"What?" He gives you a sideways glance in confusion.

"You're jealous of Spencer!" You declare, proud of your ability to figure it out "you don't want him to take me out, do you?"

"Why would I possibly be jealous of Reid?" He asks dismissively.

"Because he's taking me on a date before you" you smirk slightly.

"It's not a date. You're going undercover" he reminds you.

"You should tell yourself that" you tease "You're totally jealous of him. You're practically turning green."

"No I'm not" he argues.

"If you wanted to take me out on a date, all you had to do was ask," you say "it's not Reids' fault he asked first."

"Y/n, for the last time, it's not a date" he asserts with an annoyed tone "and besides, I could ask you out whenever I wanted to."

"Fine, then do it."

"Fine. How does Friday at 7 sound?"

"It sounds perfect" you reply "and by the way, this date better be good if you want it to count for the bet."

"I'll do my best." After a moment, he turns and gives you a sideways glance "did you just turn an argument into coercing me to ask you on a date?"

"What can I say" you shrug with a smug smile "I really am a great psychologist."

"You are" he replies, the corners of his lips curving into a small smile.

"By the way, you're horrible at pretending you're not into me" you tease.

"What are you talking about?"

"'Who wants to be y/n's boyfriend? Oh me, me, I'll do it'" your voice is deep and grumbly in your chest, mocking his voice.

"I don't sound like that" he rolls his eyes.

"You're missing the point. First, you had to play Romeo on the jet, then you jump at the chance to play my boyfriend. You're making it too obvious."

"You're not exactly being subtle yourself, y/n" he informs you "you were staring at me during the entire briefing."

"How would you know that unless you were looking at me?" You point out.

"Touché" he chuckles. You reciprocate the laughter before looking down into your lap as you enter the hotel parking lot.

"Alright, clearly, pretending things are the same isn't working" he sighs "we need to switch strategies."