[Aaron Hotchner x Reader] One Shots

Divulgence

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Summary: You get more than you bargained for when a certain somebody reveals your relationship with your boss to the team.

Warnings: Allusions to 18+, nothing specific or explicit. Mentions of kissing, brief mention of orgasms. Lots of fluff!

Word count: 2,586
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The shower creaks shut in the bathroom behind you, the sound of running water ceasing. Aaron's habit of whistling had caught you off guard the first time you'd stayed the night at his place but it's a welcome sound now, instinctually puts a small smile on your face.

You were almost 10 months deep into a routine by this point and you felt you were deserving of a pat on the back at least for managing to keep a secret this big from a family of profilers.

You've got your phone tucked between your shoulder and ear, using your chin to keep it steady while you messily search your side of Aaron's wardrobe.

"Damnit." You mumble absent-mindedly.

"I knew it! I knew it. We were too ambitious, right? I mean there's no guarantee we won't get called away for a case and I'm dying keeping this secret from JJ!"

"What? No, Pen - I wasn't talking to you. I'm actually looking for my dress for tonight and I can't find it, that's all."

She frowns. "I've browsed your 'wardrobe', how does a garment bag get lost in a sad sea of nudes and blacks?"

Aaron emerges from the bathroom in a plume of steam wearing nothing but a towel, his hair boyishly floppy while water droplets traverse the expanse of his torso. 
It's a scene you're entirely familiar with but he touches such a base instinct within you that it's what finally slips you up.

"Maybe I left it at home?" You mutter distractedly, taking your phone in your hands.

He cards his fingers through his hair to get rid of the excess water, his arms and shoulders flexing just enough to light a latent flame in the pit of your stomach. His effect on you is not lost on him, he smirks knowingly and stalks towards you, gripping your hips as he turns you.

"Left it at home? Where are you?"

He pulls you flush to him, your back against his torso. One hand leaves goosebumps up your stomach, the other wrapping around the side of your neck while he lays languid kisses on your shoulder.

Your eyes roll back, fluttering shut. "What's that?"

"You said maybe you left your dress at home, where are you?"

Your eyes tear open now, realising you've painted yourself into a corner. It's hard to think straight when Hotch is licking up your neck, though and when he sucks on your pulse point, any coherent thought you have dissipates.

"Dry cleaners." You tell her with little conviction and a little too breathily.

"Hang up." Aaron whispers into your other ear, a large hand dangerously close to the apex of your thighs. "Let me make you feel good, angel. Or do you want to cum on my fingers while Garcia's listening?" He continues his trail up your neck, taking the lobe of your free ear between his teeth.

Your head lolls back against his shoulder, allowing him to take your weight.

"Huh?"

"Hey, Pen, y'know what. They just called my number, I gotta go." You rush out, unable to take any more.

You can hear her protest as you end the call, throwing your phone aside to turn in Aaron's arms, wrapping your legs around his naked torso. He captures your lips in a heated kiss, a clash of teeth and tongues as he sets you down on his dresser.