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Imagine...
Going running with Aaron Hotchner
Black spots clouded the woman's vision, her heart hammering against her chest. Her skin was practically boiling the cold air doing nothing to cool her. "You didn't have to come with me, you know." Aaron Hotchner teased slowing his pace to a still. "And give you satisfaction?" Y/N panted heavily looking up at the taller man as she attempted to catch her breath. "No you wanted a training partner for your stupid triathlon... well here she is!" Y/N gasped finally able to straighten up a playful glare directed at her boyfriend who was currently standing a few steps away smirking. "But you hate running?" Hotch objected. "I don't hate running, I just think it's something that should be saved for special occasions like running after a suspect or you know after Jack when he doesn't want to go to bed. Serious stuff!" The y/h/c girl defended herself rolling her eyes. "Last one to the coffee shops paying!" Y/N yelled, taking off despite the burning stitch.
