context: fem!virgin!reader x hotch
Y/n/n: Dinner at my place tonight?
Aaron stared at the text from you for a substantial amount of time, the gears turning in his brain as he thinks about what this could mean. The two of you had started a secret relationship a couple months ago and had been taking things slow, in all areas. He hadn't seen your apartment and he hadn't seen yours. All dates were in public places with nothing more than a tame make out session in the car in your parking lot when he dropped you off. You'd never asked him to come up and he'd never asked you to come back to his. He wanted to take this as slow as you needed but he couldn't deny how much he wanted you.
So here he was, staring, mouth slightly agape as he reread the text for what must be the 50th time.
You glance up from you paperwork to look at him through the open blinds of his window, wondering what was taking him so long. You thought he'd jump at the chance, but now you weren't so sure. Grabbing the stack of files you had finished you make your way up to his office, knocking on the door gently.
He jumps in his seat, the phone falling out of his hand and clattering onto the desk. "Y/l/n. Those for me?" He clears his throat, looking at the files in his hand.
You give a slight nod, walking across his office to place the files on his desk. "Everything okay, sir?"
"Everything's fine, thank you for these."
"Did I overstep? In inviting you to my place?" You keep your eyes trained on him, searching for any indicators of him pulling away or hiding anything but you don't find them.
Instead, his face softens, his eyes apologetic. Not responding yet he glances out the window. The team are all huddled together, wrapped in a conversation so he crosses the run to shut the door. Turning back to you he says, "No, of course you didn't overstep I was just...surprised." He pauses for a moment, pinching his fingers together before he speaks again. "Nervous, even."
"Nervous?"
"We've only ever been together in public, this is the first time that we'll be..."
"Alone." You finish his statement.
"Correct."
"I'm nervous too."
"So we're just two balls of nerves here?" His demeanor relaxes a bit, a shy smile spreading across his face. His eyes always light up when he smiles, a real smile not the one he deserves for colleagues, and you feel your heart soften.
In this moment he looks so warm and understanding, a surge of courage courses through. You decide to be honest. "Well there's definitely a distinction."
He turns his head a little, eyebrow raised in curiosity like he always does when he wants more information.
"Oh you know, one of those balls of nerves is a virgin, and the other isn't." You try to keep your voice light and casual.
His mouth drops open, a small sound coming from him and if you weren't so embarrassed by being a virgin you would think about how cute that sound was.
"A virgin?" He repeats.
"Don't say it again, please." You place one hand on your face in embarrassment as you feel your face warming.
