Aaron Hotchner One-Shots

Conserving Warmth

Pairings: Aaron Hotchner x fem!Reader

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

Words: 1.6K

Summary: When the power goes out in the small hotel the team is staying in the middle of nowhere Alaska you convince Hotch that the best way to stay warm involves one bed and lots of cuddles

Warnings: none :)

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"There are not enough rooms for all of us so we're going to have to double up," Hotch explained, "And it doesn't look like the power's going to come back on until morning so bundle up for the night,"

"Alright, but I am not sharing a room with him," Derek teasingly pointed to Spencer.

"Then I call you," Penelope grabbed Derek's arm and you laughed at their shenanigans. Everyone had seemed to easily pair off grabbing their keys and heading off, leaving you and Hotch with the last key.

"At least there are two beds," you tried to joke with him and he nodded his head with a small smile.

"Come on, we should probably get some sleep," he gently placed a hand on your back, leading you towards the rooms upstairs.

It wasn't your first time sharing a room with Hotch. Oftentimes when there wasn't enough space you would be the two to volunteer to share a space and take one for the team. As a result, you had developed a routine between you both, first, he'd take the washroom and get ready while you used the room space to do the same. He'd always check-in and make sure you were decent before coming back out and occasionally you would discuss some points of the case before bed to see if any last revelations came to you.

This time was a little different, however, because thanks to the cold Alaskan air and the fact that the power was out, no amount of tossing and turning could warm either of you up.

Hotch could hear your teeth chatter slightly as you hugged yourself, trying to conserve whatever warmth you had. He could only take hearing you so uncomfortable for so long so he grabbed the flashlight next to the bedside lamp and flicked it on, searching for his go-bag.

"Hotch what are you doing?" you asked, sitting up and observing him as he dug through his bag. Finding the things he was looking for he came towards you pointing to your legs, curled under the blankets.

"Give me your feet,"

"Give you my what? Excuse me?"

Hotch showed you the large wool socks in his hand and you understood what he was referring to now, sliding your feet out from under the blankets and letting him bend down in the space between both your beds. He slipped the socks on your bare feet with the flashlight in his mouth, and then he grabbed a sweater lying on his bed, helping you slide it on over your pyjama top.

"Thanks," you said quietly.

"Don't mention it," he shrugged.

"Hey Hotch?" you said before he turned around to go back to his bed.

"Yeah?"

"Why don't you just stay here," you patted the bed you were sitting on. "The power won't be back until morning and it's freezing. We can conserve heat if we stay together,"

"I-I mean, I guess we could," you could see him visibly swallow. "Um, are you sure though?"

"Seems like a logical next step in our room sharing relationship," you joked a little and you could have sworn you saw his cheeks go red under the warm hue of the flashlight, or was that just the cold?