Time of the Season [HotchxReader]

(4) Date Night

Eventually, you blurt out: "You're hot. I was talking about you when I said that."

"Oh, thank God!" Hotchner yells and steers the car to the side of the road, coming to an abrupt stop. The seat belt saves you from hitting your head. Before you can fully fathom what just happened, Hotchner jumps out of the car and hastily walks around it to yank open the car door on your side.

Baffled, you stare at him. He leans into the car and grabs you face.

Then his lips are on yours.

Your hands fly to his neck and you pull him closer against you. The kiss is forceful, both of you holding your breath. At first, you press your lips together rather than actually kissing. Slowly, he opens his mouth. You let out a sigh and push one of your hands into his hair.

With your other hand, you fumble to open your seatbelt. When he leans back for a second, you take it off and turn in your seat, snaking your legs around his hips. With your heel, you push him against you.

Holding the other's face, you stare at each other. His pupils get wider by the second. His hand wanders to the back of your neck and he pulls you in for another kiss. This time, you both open your lips further. Tilting your head, you gently bite his bottom lips and taste the coffee he had earlier. His cheek is rough under your touch and you feel that he didn't shave this morning.

Breathless, he lets his head sink to lean it against your shoulder.

"Fuck, Aaron." You mumble.

Using his first name, makes his head shoot up and he smiles.

"What? You want me to call you SSA Hotchner while we make out?"

"Hmh." He narrows his eyes and caresses your cheek with his thumb: "I'll allow it."

"Lucky me."

Aaron lets out a little groan and presses another kiss to your lips before letting his mouth wander down the side of your neck. You claw into his suit jacket. He sucks on the skin just below your pulse point before making his way back up.

His hair is a mess by now and you have to try really hard not to moan into his ear. Just when his lips hover over yours, you make a fist in his hair and yank his head backwards, exposing his throat. You lean down to bite the part of his shoulder that got exposed by you grabbing his shirt.

When you bite the side of his neck, you leave a wet spot behind and blow on it. You see how Aaron gets goosebumps. And when your lips connect again, he lets out a quiet moan. It makes you grind your hips into lap. He groans and deepens the kiss.

A truck driving by, honking loudly, reminds you where you are.

"Shit." He breathes out.

You chuckle: "I'm truly glad you picked me up for work."

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The rest of the drive, you look at each other now and then, either grinning or letting out a chuckle. After Aaron parked the car in the garage under the Hoover Building, you take off your seatbelt to turn around and sort out his hair. His eyes dart over your face as you do it.

"Will you let me take you out for dinner tonight?"

"I believe it's your turn anyways." You smile.

He leans back to look at you for a moment before getting out of the car.

You shoot each other one last rather unprofessional look before exiting the elevator. The bullpen is already busy. Reid is the first one to notice you and furrows his eyebrows. Prentiss turns her chair around and grins at you.