Aaron Hotchner One-Shots

The Steps After I Love You - Not Your Wife [Part 2]

Pairings: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

Characters: Aaron Hotchner, David Rossi, Derek Morgan, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau, Penelope Garcia, Spencer Reid,  Violet Hotchner (OC), Penelope Hotchner (OC)

Words: 5K

Summary: It may have taken Aaron ages to admit he was in love with you, but thankfully since then it has been smooth sailings

Warnings: allusions to sex, mentions of sex, swears?

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Late in the evening, you pulled out your keys from your bag, unlocking the door and stepping inside your home, glancing around to see if there was any sign of your fiancé.

You heard the faint hum of the TV in the other room and you figured he was probably unwinding after a long day at work, and if you were honest you could do the same.

You spent almost the entire day grading papers and you wanted nothing more than to not think about Sigmund Freud or B.F. Skinner.

Tossing your keys on the side entry table you finally made yourself known by calling out,

"Aaron I'm home,"

"In the rec room!" he responded and you sighed, getting yourself situated before making your way over there.

In the kitchen, you noticed the dirty pot in the sink, but dinner was still on the stovetop. On occasion, you wondered how he had time to cook especially with the long hours but he seemed to make it work.

Fixing yourself a plate of food you then made your way to the rec room and a goofy, albeit tired, smile spread wide across your features.

Quickly, before he noticed you pulled out your phone and snapped a picture of the sight of him, curled up on the couch wearing that ridiculous cowboy hat you had bought him ages ago and watching Indiana Jones. The bowl of popcorn, which you imagined was where the dirty pot came from, was nestled firmly in his lap, pressed between his legs and chest. It was quite a sight to see especially since he was still in his suit and tie.

"If you show that picture to anyone-,"

"We both know that kind of talk doesn't work with me sweetheart," you chuckled, coming around and taking a seat next to him, resting your head against his arm. You looked up at him just as he looked back down at you, a soft smile on his face.

He lowered himself slightly to press a gentle kiss to your lips. He tasted faintly of butter and salt, but it made you feel like you were just a teenager in the theatre, using a movie as an excuse to kiss your boyfriend.

"Hi," he greeted once your lips parted and you smiled.

"Hi," you responded. "Long day at work?"

"You could say that," he nodded.

"I can't believe you still wear that hat," you tapped the rim with your finger, causing him to roll his eyes.

"It's your fault," he said flatly. "It's textbook classical conditioning, I physically have to do this otherwise I'll live in constant fear of the possibility of you smacking me,"

You laughed at that, "First off, I don't think I've ever smacked you, you just made that one up, and second I've had enough talk of conditioning to last me a lifetime, can we just pretend we don't know anything about psychology for five minutes,"

"Fine then, would you rather talk about the guestlist for the wedding?" he teased and you groaned, tucking your face in between his shoulder and the couch.