Oxytocin [aaron hotchner]

seventeen

"Hotch", you whispered into the barely lit bedroom. "Are you awake?"

You heard the man next to groan softly into his pillow, "yeah. What's up?"

"I'm gonna go." You said, sitting up in the bed. You looked over at Aaron laying next to you on his stomach, his head turned to you. "What, why?" He asked confusedly.

"I can't be here when Jack gets up. If he knows I was here another night he might ask questions, it could confuse him." You said to him.

He reached his hand out to touch your leg and gave it a gentle squeeze "he likes you, Y/N."

"I know" you whispered "but I don't want to lie to the little guy. And I want to spare us the awkward questions 7 year olds can ask sometimes."

"Okay" he whispered as he turned over on his back. It was quiet for a second until you heard him grunt and slip out of the bed. "What time is it?" He asked, scratching his neck. His eyes were still half closed as he stood there in his boxers.

"5:30-ish"

"Oh" he sighed

You got up from the bed and began putting on your skirt from the night before, without the tights because that was just too much for it being the crack of dawn. He helped you gather your other stuff that you left in the kitchen and the living room and you both went to the front door. He watched you with tired eyes as you put on your boots. When you were ready you looked back up at him "okay, I'll see you at work then in a couple of days."

He nodded, "I think so yes."

"Okay" you smiled. You reached out for the door knob and began twisting it when Aaron stopped you in your tracks and put his hand on top of yours, "no goodbye kiss?"

"Agent Hotchner" you grinned. He used his other arm to wrap around your waist and pulled you into a hug, his lips finding yours. He stayed there for a moment. It was a sweet kiss. You smiled against his lips and gave him three quick pecks before leaning backwards.

"Bye" he whispered as he opened the door for you. "By the way, you look really good in my shirt." He smiled, as you went out the door and drove home.

//

It was around 2PM when Hotchner texted you for the first time again.

"Jack has a stomach bug I think. He's thrown up twice and he has a fever."

"Oh no, I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do?"

"No, just wanted to let you know."

"Okay. Take good care of him, if you need anything let me know."

"Thanks Y/N"

//

Around 6PM, you began getting ready for the night out with your girlfriends. After a lengthy shower routine that included shaving you stood in front of your closet, contemplating every fashion choice you've ever made.

You realised you still had Aaron's shirt from last night laying around somewhere since you left in it earlier that morning. It was a dark blue, nearly black long sleeved dress shirt. You decided on black slacks that kind of widened at the bottom, with a black bralette underneath the shirt, you left all the top buttons open and only buttoned down starting from the middle, lazily tucking the rest of the shirt in your pants. Your cleavage was on display very tastefully, you added some gold jewellery to accessorise. There was little love bruises on the side of your neck but those were covered nicely by your hair. Those along your collar bone were barely visible and since you were going to a club it was gonna be dark anyway.