Sir. [hotch x oc]

Ch. 8

I rubbed my eyes as I woke up, not realizing Aaron Hotchner was sleeping beside me. We were cuddling. He had his arm around my shoulder and I lifted my head up from his chest. I was in a bra and underwear only. It took me a couple seconds to realize what had happened. 

I fucked my boss. 

I quickly but silently tried to get up and planned to run over to my full length mirror on my closet door. I quickly fell back on the bed as I realized how sore my legs were from last night. I widened my eyes and let a smirk form across my face as I looked down and saw the bruises on my hips. 

I managed to get back up and slowly walked over to the mirror, not noticing Aaron waking up. I examined the trail of hickies he left down my neck, then my eyes traveled to my body. I turned to look at my sides. There were deep purple bruises on my sides and little indents from his nails.

"Good morning beautiful." I hear a low, sleepy voice say from my bed. My eyes focus on the sleepy Aaron Hotchner behind me, sitting up on my bed. I turn around and walk over to him, smiling. 

"Hi sleepy head." I said to him, smiling brightly as I ruffled his morning hair. I loved when his hair was messy. It always looked better than when he gels it down. He pulled me closer to him by my waist, making me fall into his lap. 

He pulled me into another kiss. This was really happening. I can't believe I was really dating my boss. It all happened so quick too. "Aaron people are going to notice the hickies." I say breaking our kiss. He put his hand on my jaw and lifted it, examining the dark spots on my neck and jaw. He lets go and doesn't say anything. I stare at him waiting for a response but he doesn't give me one. I pull him back into a kiss as we both hear his phone ring from his pants on the floor.

I groan as I get up to let him get it, we both knew what it was. Work. Why can't psychopathic killers take a day off. He gets up and shuffles his pants for his phone and answers it. I hear Penelope talking faintly on the phone as I shuffle my feet, waiting for Aaron to tell me what it was. 

"Alright, I'll be up there in a minute. I'll stop by her place and let her know." He hangs up the phone and looks at me. "Case in San Francisco. Garcia said she was trying to call you but you didn't answer." I curl my lip as I try to think of where it was.

"At least it won't look weird with us both coming in together." I say, getting up to look through my closet. I pause as I realize Aaron won't have any clothes to wear. I turn around and it seems like he realized the same thing. "What are you going to wear? I don't have any suits laying around here." I giggle as I throw my arms out. "I guess I'll just wear what I wore last night." 

This thought excited me. He looked so hot last night and now I got to spend a whole day looking at him in that outfit. I smiled greatly as I turned around to scavenge through my closet again. 

I grabbed my longest turtleneck and a pair of jeans. I grabbed a black trench coat from the back of my closet. I made sure the turtleneck covered most of the dark hickies left on my throat. We both finished getting ready and made our way into the kitchen. 

I rummaged through my handbag I had last night and found my phone, letting out a sigh of relief. I unlocked my phone and noticed 4 missed calls from Penelope and 2 from Spencer. I set my phone back down as I heard my fridge open, soon followed by the sound of Aaron letting out a small laugh. "We need to go grocery shopping for you. You don't even have eggs. What do you eat?" I threw my head in my hands, embarrassed. "I usually just order take-out." He laughed at me, walking over towards me.

"Maybe one day I'll show you how to cook." He grabbed his things from the island and went over to me, gesturing towards the door. I understood what he was saying and grabbed my already packed messenger bag from the couch and headed out the door.