Oxytocin [aaron hotchner]

eleven

You were abruptly awoken from your peaceful sleep by a very annoying sound blaring through your room. You somehow managed to open one of your eyes and looked around, peeking at the window and seeing that it was at least already light outside. The sound kept going off and suddenly you felt the presence in your bed next to you move. He groaned softly as he reached over to the nightstand and quickly answered his phone.

"Hotchner" he said quietly, resting his forearm over his eyes.

You didn't hear what was being said on the other side of the phone call, but you didn't even need to guess.

"Okay. Hmm. Okay. Text everyone to meet in the conference room in one hour." he said, slowly rubbing his eyes in an attempt to wake himself up probably. "Okay, thank you Garcia." You heard his phone lock and being out on top of the nightstand again.

"Let me guess" you groaned, "someone's been murdered."

"Well..."

You tried to fully open your eyes but you felt like absolute death. "What time even is it on this earth?"

"7:30" he sighed in response

"Oh my god", you pulled the sheets over your head and closed your eyes again, wanting to disappear for a moment. Was sleeping in too much to ask? Just once you would like to sleep in. Just a little. "Come on, you have to get ready. I told Garcia everyone should meet at headquarters in a hour." He said and you felt him moving in the bed, you peeked from under the covers and saw him standing next to your bed. He was only wearing his black Calvin Klein boxers which you vividly remembered tossing across the room a couple hours ago. You felt yourself feeling warm at the thought of it. He was doing something on his phone but you didn't know what. He looked so good to you right then, his tall frame, his pale skin in contrast with his dark body hair and his dark boxers. His hair was all messed up, giving him a completely different look than the way it always looked kind of styled.

"You know I can feel you looking at me." He mumbled, suddenly turning around. You quickly moved the sheets back over your eyes. "Am not." You protested, and you couldn't help but smile to yourself as you felt his body get back onto the bed, your sheets were pulled off from over your head and he was hovering above you, your face only inches apart. "Good morning" he said softly, looking from your eyes down to your lips and back up. You flashed him a quick smile, "hi."

"Did you sleep well?" he asked, his morning voice sounded a bit deeper than how it normally was. He repositioned himself so his hands were at either side of your head, holding himself up. "I wish it was longer than what... not even 4 hours? But besides that, pretty good."

"Hmm" he smiled, "me too."

"Okay good." Your smile kind of changed into a smirk. He must've noticed because his eyes suddenly grew darker in colour. He was slowly leaning down until your noses slightly touched.

As he kept leaning down, you quickly pushed him off of you and slid from underneath his frame, taking the sheet with you, leaving him nearly naked on your bed. You saw this a lot in the movies and they never noted that these sheets were actually kind of heavy. "I'm going to hop into the shower." you said, looking back over your shoulder at him. He grinned sneakily, "okay. Have fun."

You walked towards the door and into the bathroom, dragging the sheet behind you. You turned on the shower and waited for it to get warmer. In the meantime you walked back into the bedroom and saw your boss pulling his dress pants up. "You're not gonna join me?" You asked, giving him an innocent look.

"Oh-" he groaned. "I really have to be there a bit earlier than everyone else."

"Okay." You said as your turned back around and let the sheets fall off your body, revealing your naked self. You walked back into the bathroom and stepped into the walk-in shower, letting the hot water touch your skin. You stood there a moment for your body to get wet completely and then you let the water run over your hair. It took you a little more than ten minutes to do your shower routine and then got out. You weren't even gonna lie and pretend you weren't just a little disappointed he didn't show up. He was a man of his word apparently. You put your hair up in a big towel and covered your body with another one. As you cleaned the mirror of its mist  you saw the dark red bruises on your neck and your collar bones. "Oh my GOD" you exclaimed in horror. You immediately went into the living room in which you found perpetrator putting on his suit jacket. "What was that scream?" He asked, dusting himself off.
"Look at what you did to my NECK." You said, walking towards him and leaning your head back, revealing the bruises all over you. You heard him chuckle and you looked him in his eyes "is something funny to you? You're laughing? We work with profilers. We ARE profilers. Everyone will know we're... and if not with you then everyone will know I definitely got some last night and they will be completely annoying about it oh my god." You rambled on as you made big hand gestures to further stress that point that you were trying to make. Only to see that this man was just smiling at you.