"𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐒" | 𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐞𝐫

𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞

𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄,
𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞.

Drunken me dedicates it to the one and only bylones who makes me smile every day. Love you bitch.

𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐄 the late night Aaron still awoke at 6AM, stroking Averie's hair as she rested her head on his shoulder, one arm thrown over his chest, "Morning, Aar" She murmured against his skin.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead, free hand holding up the spine of a book, "Morning, Ava" He whispered in response.

The two began the morning in comfortable silence, Aaron disappearing to make the two coffee whilst she checked her work schedules for the next week. He returned a few moments later, joining the red-head in his bed and offering her the mug, "What's on the agenda for today, Mr Hotchner?"

"Well, Dr Montgomery, I have an appointment at the hospital with this really hot doctor-", Averie whacked the older man with his own pillow, but Aaron only grinned at his girlfriend, "After that I thought we could go back to the shooting range?"

Averie was hesitant to agree, licking her lips as she thought, "Let's see what your Doctor says, hmm?" She pressed a kiss to his cheek, before scrambling out of bed, coffee in hand.

Hours past of blissful co-existence, both getting ready for the day. Aaron was met with an annoyed expression, as Averie caught him working on paperwork in his office, "Come on, Hospital, now" She folded her arms across her chest.

Aaron sighed, finishing off his sentence, "Can I at least drive?"

"Do you want Dr Fredricks removing your stitches?"

He was quick to stand up, following Averie's lead through the large house. Averie tried to not look too smug as she drove, happy to be pulling into her usual work environment. Aaron reluctantly waited with the rest of the patients, flicking through a three day old newspaper, "Mr Hotchner?"

She had a grin on her lips, chart in hand, dressed in her usual blue scrubs, he stood quickly, following her through to a small, shared patient room, "No VIP service for Mr FBI?"

Aaron chuckled at Nathan, as the Doctor received a raised brow from his colleague, "Don't think my Dr's too fond of me" He joked.

Nathan laughed, loudly, "Oh, please, fond isn't even the word, try smitten-no!, infatuated, love-struck, besotted-"

"Dr Queens, I swear to god" Averie grumbled, pulling out a pen from her lab coat and signing Aaron's file, the older man couldn't keep the smile off his lips, besotted with him? sounded like a miracle. 

Averie prepped her station, Aaron's gaze on her as she did so, she pulled on the blue latex gloves, turning to him, "Shirt, off", it was Aaron's turn to raise brows, as he loosend his tie, beginning to strip the shirt off, button by button. It was torture in the most beautiful way, and Aaron knew exactly what he was doing.

Her attention turned to the stab wounds, thankful to see they'd healed a little, although the look of largest laceration had Averie tutting, "I told you to take it easy, Hotchner, you've pulled it too far here" Averie pointed out, using small scissors to re-open the wound.

"I'm sorry, my darling"

It was sincere, but that didn't change the fact that Averie had to re-suture that one wound, was it weird for him to find this so attractive? To watch her order nurses around, injecting him with a numbing agent and re-suturing the laceration, her expert hands patching him back up, taking care of him, "What are you thinking about, Hotchner?"