Airing Aaron (HotchxOC)

Unfortunate Uppercut.

It was a one-time thing. Right? They were only meant to get wrapped up with each other once. And yet, they weren't even meant to get involved once. Neither of them could understand why it happened, but what they did know was that they enjoyed it. Neither of them could get enough of one another, and even after a fight, the release they both felt was enough to keep them smiling for the next few days. But despite their bodies getting along so well, their minds managed to get along even better after they were done. When the rest of the team left, or when Mariah left the office, they could lock doors, and it didn't matter how long they spent together. Alessandra's office was preferred, however, as she could lock the door to Mariah's office and leave the key in, so there was no way anyone could stand outside. But Mariah was glued to her desk after the clubbing incident. She wanted to keep her eyes peeled on her boss.

But the sneaking around felt nothing like when they were in their own beds. Hotch lived in a flat, so they had to be a bit careful, in case. But at Alessandra's house, the noises they made aroused them even further. Both of them, in their personal lives, had heard a noise that at first sounded familiar to the other's moan and their minds would ring with the seductive tones for hours. But neither of them would admit to that.

Even after they were done, hours were spent talking. If they knew they could get away with it, they would talk until there was nothing to talk about, and then they would silently stay together. Unless there were people outside, in which case, they had an hour, and even if the alarm went off before either of them had finished, then they would pull apart. Their frustrated looks were often confused for anger with one another, and to those looking on, it looked like they were still the worst of friends with the best of intentions.

And all of this is what led them to the position they found themselves in. Alessandra was laid on her back; the weather was getting warmer, but her blanket sat at her hips because laid between her legs and up her stomach, was Agent Hotchner. His face laid against her skin, and her hand laced itself in his hair as they both silently slept. Deep breaths left them both as they dreamt their night away. In the next room over, Ella was equally sleeping, and much to both adults' delights, she was sleeping the night through.

In the lounge, however, Jack was curled up on the sofa, and Alessandra wasn't totally happy about it. A young baby who was put to bed early and liked to sleep in was one thing. But a young child who went to bed later and could wake up and walk in was another thing. To make it worse, when Hotch came over, he wouldn't see Ella unless she had pooed over herself and needed changing. Jack, however, spent three hours awake, talking and playing before he was laid to sleep, and that wasn't the deal. Alessandra did casual hook-ups, children didn't make it casual. Jack was a warning sign, and at the sight of another danger, Alessandra knew she would have to walk away. The problem? She didn't want to.

When Hotch and Alessandra were together, even if it wasn't to have sex, she never had a nightmare, and she was always happier the next day. As for Hotch, well, his team hadn't said anything, yet. And when wrapped up in her arms, he could actually sleep. Normally he would lay awake for hours until he would fall asleep just before his alarm went off.

Nothing felt better for the pair than when they were together, but all of that joy would crumble when either of their phones would ring. And the familiar sound of Hotch's phone ringing unexpectedly made them both groan, but without opening her eyes, Alessandra handed him his phone, and he answered it without glancing at the name on the screen. 'Aaron Hotchner,' he spoke, his voice deep and rough.

The other voice on the phone spoke for a while, and he listened, but as he listened, he quietly placed his lips across her stomach, drawing an imaginary outline for the scar that covered the skin below her left breast. It was the same size as his hand if he spread his fingers out as far as they would go. It was from the fire, and it took her a long time to even let him know it existed. Never mind let him see it. Hotch had learnt that in the past, she always just kept her top on, and that way, no one ever knew about it to ask questions.