Airing Aaron (HotchxOC)

Enraged Encounter.

Two weeks of pure agony. Since the baby, Alessandra hadn't had the strength or time to find herself a man. Her usual go-to was no longer an option. He made that clear after their last meeting together. But in his defence, she was breaking the news to him that all three of their protection methods had failed, and there was a baby on the way. While pregnant, she found a few methods to calm herself, but after over a year of not feeling a single sexual touch from another person, she was starting to struggle. To make it worse, whenever she wanted to release her desires, a call came in, or her mind would flick to work where she would remember all of her responsibilities, and she would go drier than the desert. The one time this didn't happen, however, Ellamae awoke due to her gums hurting. She was teething.

On the other hand, Hotch was sat in a similar boat. He and Haley hadn't shared many private moments since Jack was born, and even before he was born, it wasn't enough for him. It didn't help that one of the last times they had sex, he was then called by The Fisher King and it was a mood killer to remember. Before the divorce, they had gone just over a year without sharing a single private moment; Haley wouldn't even let him suggest it. Then the divorce happened, and The Reaper. It had been years since he last felt the sensual feel of someone else, and he was getting bored of building muscles in one of his arms.

What had triggered his boredom? Well, the first time he found himself less satisfied than usual with himself was one month exactly after he first met Alessandra, it was the night after he tried to ask about their report, and she flipped at him. But all interest was then lost the night after they had laid on his office floor and opened up to one another. Every time he laid in bed, he'd get started when the sight of her bent over her desk would appear, and he'd be so caught up on why his mind would venture to such an aggravating woman. After a few times, Hotch managed to explain it to himself. She was the first partially exposed body he'd seen in years, and it was just a biological instinct. But then he kept remembering their time in his office, where he choked her on the spoon, and her response was to jump up and push the spoon out of her mouth. She was almost silent as she responded to him. And then he kept thinking about how she would have undressed to change into his shirt. How she may have looked, Hotch had woken up to the thought so many times he wasn't sure if he counted as a sexual predator. Then to make it worse, a memory he thought he had lost was regained. The sight of her in his shirt reminded him of the messy scene in the snow where she sat, frozen, in a top anyone could clearly see through.

Both of them were growing angry, but nothing they did would change their aggravation levels. She was furious at the world and hormones, and he was too, but he was angrier with her for being the memory that ruined the one thing he still had. And he was mad that every time he tried to feel angry, he remembered her red eyes on the floor of his office as she talked about her childhood and the fire she miraculously survived.

'If he keeps going, his face might freeze like that,' JJ commented when she spotted Hotch's scowl, and the team laughed to agree.

'Someone needs to get Noble. She can make him smile again,' Morgan commented as he turned away from his report and looked up at his office.

'No,' Rossi said in an almost panic when he heard Morgan. 'Only get her when he's sad. If either of them feels an emotion other than sad, then they make everything a million times worse, and I can't handle that,' he finished with large eyes.

'He's not sad, so we should be happy for him. He's moving on in his mourning process,' Prentiss commented as she returned with freshly printed documents.

As they watched Hotch angrily work through paperwork, they eventually grew tired of the scene before them until quick steps were heard coming from the door. They watched in horror as Alessandra made a beeline for his office, and they couldn't stop her, and even if they wanted to, they saw the irate snarl on her face as she walked in without knocking, and he didn't flinch at her actions. 'Your shirt, thank you for lending it to me,' she remarked confidently, trying to avoid saying anything else in case she crossed a line she didn't want to pass.