A Different Kind of Love

Whispers of Warmth-Hotch & Rossi

Reader is stupid and gets hurt on vacation with Hotch and Rossi. They take care of her as always.

Warnings: open relationship, age gap, mentions of punishment.

You laid your head back against the pillow on the couch. You had a thick, gray blanket tucked up to your chest to keep you warm and comfortable. There was a fire raging on in the fireplace, wood popping with each release of oxygen.

Your eyelids drooped, completely exhausted and close to drifting off. There were light footsteps, and then Aaron was crouching down to your level, dark eyes mixed with worry and concern. His eyebrows were furrowed, deep in thought, you could see it in the lines on his face.

He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, "Feeling any better?"

You let out a low hum, keening into his warm fingers caressing your cheek. He set his palm over your forehead, looking up and murmuring, "She might have a fever now." You knew enough to know he was talking to Dave behind the couch.

There was shuffling and a rough palm with a cold ring was settling over your forehead where Aaron's hand had been. It stayed for a few seconds before his thumb rubbed at your forehead tenderly and then withdrew.

"She's getting sick." Dave relayed, "She was outside too long." You knew what he was referencing. You had gotten stuck out in the snow in Colorado. This was supposed to be a fun trip for the three of you to relax and be yourselves- but you had gotten lost in the woods.

Luckily, Aaron and Dave had found you and gotten you inside. You showed early signs of hypothermia when they had reached you, and they were trying to warm you up in the small cabin. To get to an emergency room would be dangerous with the heavy snow. It was supposed to be a nice, cold with a warm fire type of vacation. Not anymore.

Aaron stood up, "How long until the weather clears up?"

"Awhile. We'll have to make do with what we've got." Dave replied in a quiet voice, wanting to let you rest if you needed it.

You rolled to your side, droopy eyes watching the flames dance in the fire place. You were still a bit cold, but you were starting to get hot at the same time. Maybe you were getting sick like Dave had said.

You sniffled, feeling a cold coming on or something similar to it. There was more moving around and then Aaron was at your face again, holding another thick blanket. You scrunched up your eyebrows and he started moving you up.

He took the new blanket and wrapped it around your body like the other one, adding another warm layer. You cringed, feeling sweat build at your brow, "Hot..." you croaked, you throat sore from the cold.

Aaron thumbed your hair back as he laid you back down, pulling out the part that made it into a full bed. It put your feet at the fireplace, warming them up.

"I know, you're sick, y/n." He replied softly, setting another pillow under your head. You huffed, wanting the thick blankets off, but chills started tugging at your limbs.

You groaned softly, tucking your face into the pillows, spreading out on the bed. Aaron stayed sitting at your feet, tending to the fire.

A few minutes passed and then Dave ambled in with a mug. You scented a type of sweet tea as he set it on the side table beside the pulled out couch-bed. He climbed onto the bed, sitting beside your head as he lifted up the hot mug full of tea.

You lifted your head and he smiled down at you. It wasn't as full as it usually was, which told you he was still worried. You didn't like when he worried, or when Aaron worried. You liked when they were both content.