Aaron Hotchner X OC

Awkward Awakening.

Matthew Otterman was tall, tanned and blonde. His hair was a few inches longer than when he had it trimmed a few weeks prior, but it was wavy from his time on a surfboard, salt entwining its way into his being, and despite the sun tanning his skin, there was no tan line anywhere that Cecile could see. However, her eyes were so focused on his that she couldn't be sure. They were both completely naked as he laid on her bed, roughly grabbing her hips as she moved her hips over him. 'Oh, Princess,' he groaned as his hands dug further into her skin.

High-pitched moans of pleasure rang throughout Cecile's room as she started bouncing her body. However, after one sloppy bounce, a loud thud echoed from the door and Matthew's eyes widened as he saw something. His hands wrapped around her torso as he pulled her under his body, twisting the blanket around them as they moved. His body covered her as he ducked his head while his hands desperately pulled her against his chest. Adrenaline sent both of their already pounding hearts through the roof as she tried to catch sight of what had happened. 'He's got a gun,' Matthew mumbled before lifting his head to look over his shoulder towards the door.

Scared, Cecile quietly ran her hand to her bedside table where she opened the drawer in search of her gun, only to mentally swear when she remembered that it was in her office. 'What do you want?' Matthew asked, his voice wavering slightly as he tried to decern the stern man in front of him.

Despite her terror, arousal stirred in Cecile's chest as she noticed Matthew's protective attitude. 'I am here for Sallow,' the man at the door confessed.

Sighing and losing the tension of stress, Cecile groaned in annoyance as she tried to wiggle her hips as Matthew hovered over her. 'Hotch? What are you doing here? Why is your gun pulled?' She complained while resting a comforting hand on Matthew's shoulder.

'We tried calling you, but you wouldn't answer. And when I came to collect you since your car is broken, I noticed that your door was open. It doesn't look like it was forced, and the house looks clean. It sounded like someone was hurt,' Hotch confessed as he holstered his gun and angrily shook his head at the scene in front of him as he realised that there had been no reason to panic himself.

Groaning, Cecile nudged Matthew as she continued grinding her hips against Matthew as her core throbbed. Confused by the scene in front of him, he sat up, clutching the blanket around his hips. 'Hotch, I turned my phone onto silent because I was on a date. Now, can you please leave us alone?' Cecile requested.

However, Hotch was too caught up as his eyes grew wide and he turned his head. As Matthew had sat up, he had uncovered Cecile's exposed body and her whole front was glistening in the light from above them. 'We have a case, you need to get dressed and meet me as soon as you can,' he informed her while refusing to look back, almost slamming the door behind him.

Alone again, Cecile smirked and pulled Matthew back down to capture him in a kiss as she earnt a low moan from his throat. 'You're so fucking hot,' she murmured against his lips, his hands hesitantly snaking up her body, but as his fingers pinched her sensitive skin, a gasp ran from her mouth as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

'Sallow, we have three disarticulated socialites who were dumped in alleyways, get up and dressed now. The team are waiting for us on the jet. We have to get to California,' Hotch shouted through the door, making Cecile grumble and pull Matthew back as he tried to move away from her. 'If you don't get ready now then I will make you do door-to-door with Morgan,' he added gruffly.

Pushing Matthew away, groaning while trying to steady her quick breath, Cecile grabbed his hips, trying to think up a response as she sat on the edge of orgasm. 'Aaron Hotchner, I don't care if you are still recovering, I will stuff you in the back of your car and bury your body in the woods. You son of a bitch,' she complained, pausing to catch her breath and to let Hotch interrupt her like he always did.