Aaron Hotchner One-Shots

You Hung the Moon

Pairings: College!Aaron Hotchner x fem!Reader

Characters: Aaron Hotchner

Words: 2.5K

Summary: Aaron finds the perfect girl on a warm summer day and he knows he'll never leave her side

Warnings: none :)

Judy You Hung the Moon | HARBOUR

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When Aaron Hotchner first laid eyes on you, there was just something there, a pull he couldn't explain. Maybe it was the way when he stared you just tilted your head and smiled at him, sending him a shy wave. Or maybe it was how you slid on an old t-shirt over your swimsuit and walked over to where he was sitting and asked,

"You from around here?"

He had to blink a few times before he was able to respond.

"A few towns over,"

"I'm (Y/N)," you plopped down on his blanket, falling into a perfect cross-legged position like you'd practiced it a hundred times over just for that moment.

"Aaron," he took your hand and shook it.

"You gonna be in town long, Aaron?" you asked, pressing your hands on your ankles and straightening out your back, the sun kissing your face and reflecting off the sunglasses that were tangled in your hair.

"Yeah, I'm going to school in the city in the fall. It's cheaper to live here and commute," he explained.

"No way, me too!" you grinned. "What program?"

"Pre-law," he said, the corner of his lip twitching up into a smile. "You?"

"Elementary education,"

Oh, you looked like a teacher, the bright toothy smile, sunny disposition, you'd be perfect. Which is what he told you.

"Perfect? You barely know me," you laughed, what a sweet sound, echoing around the swimming hole.

"Just a good feeling,"

"Well, I like good feelings," your laughter faded into a smile. "Hey, I've been here a while, I don't know about you, but I was thinking of getting out, wanna come?"

Aaron was surprised, to say the least, he looked over at his friends, the ones from high school who were going to the same college, they were all in the water, drinking beers and fooling around. Then he turned and looked back up at you, the perfectly imperfect chipped yellow nail polish matching on your toes and fingernails and a cute dangling charm bracelet on your left wrist.

"Yeah," he nodded. "Just let me go tell the guys,"

He pulled on a t-shirt and jogged over to the group of boys, letting them know he'd be catching a ride with someone else and heading out early. They caught on quickly that someone else was you, the cute girl in the tattered GWU t-shirt that had to be at least a few years older than you were, maybe belonging to your dad. After his back was patted many times followed by the attaboys he was granted permission to leave, stumbling as he jogged back over to you, but making a quick recovery, grabbing his small bag and towel before standing back up.

"Which one's yours?" Aaron asked as you walked together towards the cars parked haphazardly in the dirt lot.

"This bad boy," you grinned, tapping the light yellow Cobra, the colour matching your nail polish perfectly. He wondered if you did that on purpose.

"Seriously?" he chuckled and you nodded with a laugh.

"Yeah, my parents are a little weird," you admitted. "My dad bought it when I was born and restored it over the years until I got my license,"