Aaron Hotchner One-Shots

3 Meals & Dessert

Pairings: Aaron Hotchner x fem!Reader

Characters: Aaron Hotchner, Penelope Garcia, Emily Prentiss, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau, David Rossi, Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan, Jack Hotchner

Words: 3.4K

Summary: Hotch loves to cook for you, breakfast, lunch, dinner, or dessert

Warnings: some swearing maybe, allusions to sex

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Breakfast

The only thing worse than waking up to an empty bed on weekdays was waking up to one on the weekend.

You groaned turning to your side, seeing the messed up sheets thinking Hotch was called into work until you heard the loud clatter of dishes downstairs followed by an emphatic,

"Shit!"

And you sighed contently, as odd as it was. But if there were dishes clattering and swearing downstairs that meant he was home.

You pushed yourself out of bed with a small grunt, tugging Hotch's shirt down slightly, grabbing your cell phone and walking downstairs, leaning in the stairwell when you saw him leaning over a recipe book.

"Trying something new?" you asked.

Hotch looked up from the book and sighed shaking his head.

"I'm sorry did I wake you?" he asked while you came over to his side, an arm wrapped around your waist, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

"No, but I thought you got called in, don't scare me like that," you chided. slapping his chest.

In return, his hand came behind you and tapped your behind, causing you to frown annoyedly.

"Alright Hotchner, what are you cooking for me?"

"Thought maybe I'd try crêpes, but I'm starting to think that was a mistake," he rubbed his forehead with his thumb and forefinger.

"You'll manage," you grinned, stepping up on the top of your toes and pressing a slow drawn-out kiss to his lips, his hands gripping onto your bare waist, exposed from your shirt riding up from wrapping your arms around his neck. "Can I help?" you asked.

"Well if I could I would just have you for breakfast," he growled and you laughed.

"Aaron," you said warningly. "I'm hungry, food now and who knows maybe you'll get a treat later,"

"Oh I'll get my treat sweet girl," he held your chin and pulled you up for one more kiss.

In the meantime you jumped up on the counter and watched him work, cracking the eggs into the batter bowl, before staring back at the recipe and swearing again.

"Are we dropping off extra at the office?"

"Yep," he nodded. "I put three times the number of eggs I needed to,"

"Alright come on let me help," you insisted.

"Fine, go cut fruit over there," he pointed to the counter.

"Why? So you can stare at my ass?"

"Maybe," he muttered and you rolled your eyes, grabbing some strawberries and other fruits from the fridge.

"Aaron," you whined after a good two hours. "I'm hungry when the hell is this gonna be done," you tugged at his quarter-zip sweater, pulling him down for a pleading kiss.

"Almost there sweetheart," he sighed, wiping the sweat off his brow from the hot stovetop. "Remind me not to do this ever again,"

"What cook for me? Or make crêpes?"