Sit Down and Shut Up

Chapter 7

You woke up the next morning to the smell of fresh coffee brewing and what you assumed to be pancakes or waffles. Slowly rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you sat up and eventually got yourself into a position that you could turn around and look over the couch to see into the kitchen. That's when you saw him. Aaron Hotchner whizzing around his kitchen making pancakes, holding the spatula in his mouth whilst balancing the banana's and Nutella in one hand and flipping the pancake with the other. It wasn't a majestic sight, but none the less it was sweet to see him so domesticated and not stiff with frustration at work. To top it all off, he was humming a song from The Beatles White Album which everyone knew to be his favourite album of all time. It was a sight to be cherished forever in your heart.

Eventually you felt weird just staring at him, so you cleared your throat to get his attention. As soon as you did, he spun around to look at you with the biggest, toothiest grin you have ever seen grace his face. You couldn't help but return the smile he was giving you, something about seeing him in his home and domestic setting unleashed this feeling within you that you couldn't quite place.

"Morning Y/N, how did you sleep?"

"Good morning to you too Hotch, slept better than I thought I would honestly. You're couch is surprisingly comfortable." You replied with a chuckle at the end to which he returned.

"I'm making pancakes. I know they're your favourite but I only have Nutella and banana's, I hope that's okay?" He asked unsure of whether those toppings would suffice - unbeknownst to Hotch, those were actually your favourite toppings for pancakes.

Deciding to play with him a little, you put on your best fake frown and simply replied with a "Oh I uh, I'm not a fan of banana's actually." As soon as the words left your mouth you felt bad once you seen his face fall so you immediately had to rectify the situation and explain to him that you were kidding around. God you never wanted to see that frown that took form on his face ever again, I mean he still looked hot as fuck but you'd much rather the geeky smile he had previously. Returning the small spout of laughter, you took a seat at his kitchen island where he had already plated a stack of pancakes for the both of you before finally flipping the last one and adding it to the pile.

He took the chair beside and you slid into it, passing you the Nutella and a knife so you could start and dig into your breakfast. As you were spreading the Nutella on your first pancake, you could feel his lingering stare but couldn't bring yourself to look him in the eyes, so you continued with your breakfast and allowed the small blush to coat your cheeks.

Finally having finished your food, you began standing up to clear your plate away to the sink, but Hotch basically leapt from his chair to do it for you, causing another blush to rush your cheeks. You silently watched him as he contently began to wash the dishes before loading them in the dishwasher.

"It's rude to stare Y/N." He spoke, and you could almost hear the smirk in his voice.

From those 5 words, you could almost feel the heat pooling in your cheeks, trying to rectify getting caught you quickly spoke;

"I- I wasn't staring," as he turned around to look at you, the ghost of a smile coating his lips, "I was simply admiring."

As a wave of confidence rushed over you, you took a step closer to him. You could have sworn you heard his breath hitch in his throat as you were both merely arms length from each other. Staring into his eyes, you watched as they flicked to your lips and back up again. That was the final straw for you, if he wasn't going to take the last step, then you were.

Continuing to stare directly into his eyes, you took the final step to close the distance between you. This time it was your breath that got caught in your throat as his hands found their rightful place on your waist. There was nothing in the world that could stop this now, not a gunshot wound, or an unsub. Absolutely nothing.

You wanted Hotch, and by the lustful gaze he had set upon you, it appeared he wanted you just as bad.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled his head down the final stretch so his lips were barely ghosting over your own, sending shivers down your spine.

"What were you admiring Y/N?" Hotch spoke in the most lustful voice you have ever heard.

"You" was all that you could reply in a breathless manner.

That was all the confirmation he needed before crashing his lips down on yours. This kiss was so full of lust and passion, it was any wonder you didn't rip his clothes off immediately, although the thought had crossed your mind.

He began walking you backwards towards the counter, before your back hit it and he lifted you up so you were sitting on top of it while he stood between your legs.

The kiss was quickly heating up as Hotch bit your bottom lip before trailing his tongue across it, asking for access to your mouth. You easily granted it to him and soon your tongues were battling for dominance. As you trailed your hands down his chest, to the hem of his shirt were you began to tug at it in order to signal that you wanted it off, his hands quickly made their way up your thighs and around to cup your ass.

Just as Hotch began to take his shirt off, there was a knock at the door.

"Fuck" he murmured as  he pulled away from you and began straightening his shirt out. He looked at you with an almost desperate emotion, begging you without words not to move from where you were.

"Go get the door, I'll be waiting." You attempted to sound as sexy and sultry as you could, but the words only came out breathless as you were still so caught up in your mid-makeout haze.

"I'll be right back." Hotch said, and with that he turned and headed for the door.

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Hey y'all,

Sorry it took me so long to update. I've just been so busy with College and honestly had no motivation to write.

I hope you enjoy this new chapter, sorry for the crappy ending, it will get better.

Love y'all
- G 🤍