Say It (Hotch x Reader)// ✔

Heavenly

Summary:

Morning after 

Notes:

hey.... whatchu y'all doin... yes this part was supposed to have a story? a plot? you know, like an actual purpose, and yet... here we are

TW: spice......!

ya kno the drill: no edits, bcs that's the only consistency here!

and inspiration from this song by cigarettesaftersex 

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Sunlight pouring in through the open curtains makes you wake up slowly and involuntarily.

The softest tuck of your hair away from your face, a gentle press of lips over the top of your head and you snuggle closer to his body.

"Mornin' baby"

Hotch's voice in the early hours is literally as addictive as coffee, as warm and pleasant.

"I'm craving waffles" you say first thing awake.

Hotch beneath you lets out a soft laugh, vibrations of which you feel against your chest.

"And I'd like to try that new coffee place down the street."

He lets out a grumble in approval, still riddled with asleep. Though his years as an agent demanding he wake early, he's still not a morning person. Until he was handed his cup of coffee, that is.

"It feels warm today, like summer almost."

You look towards his window, left slightly open after you'd both made it to bed. Everything in his bedroom is in order and clean and tidy. Apart from your discarded clothes, littering the parquet flooring.

There's a faint smell of lilacs coming from the vase on your bedside table, wafting in the room and you close your eyes again, savoring it all. The feeling in staying over at his house is something new. Pleasant.

"I love the lilacs too. Thank you for them" you murmur with a wide smile.

Yet the nicest feeling isn't the room, but him. Body warm like a furnace (it's why you'd asked for the open window) and his hands securely wrapped around you, holding you close. You'd never been one to cuddle while sleeping but here you are – not wanting to part away.

"I'm so thankful it's Saturday" you lean back a bit from where you're lying over his chest. Enough to look up at him and be met with a fond smile and sleepy brown eyes.

"You have to get to work today, no?"

"At lunchtime" you let out with a disappointed sigh.

Since finding out the truth about Reus and Martins a day ago, it's been a challenge trying to act normal around the latter. Hotch's hand resting on your shoulder blades rises up to the side of your neck and jawline.

"Have to look upon a few records they insisted on. Norway is approaching soon so I'm counting I find something before they travel. They also said that a trip to Texas might be on the lookout next week. I might join them and I'd rather we get them both before leaving the U.S"

You're spluttering facts about work just like that and you stop when you realize it. He notices, his lips tilting up higher.

"Sorry. I don't mean to talk about work right away. I know you don't particularly like it"

"That's okay" he speaks in a low voice, "I'm just not wide awake yet for that"

"Old age?" you taunt with a playful glint in your eyes. "can't focus for too long? Do you need a coffee before I start speaking to you?" you drag your hand over his chest up and down his torso, reveling in the way his breathing seems to get deeper. "Are you one of those?"