Abbey Road [Aaron Hotchner x OC]

7. Full of surprises

Amelia

I stretch out with a small groan as I wake up. I lay on my back as the memories from last night start coming back to me. Did I actually try to have sex with my boss? Yes Amelia, you did try that. I turn over to face the side Hotch laid on last night.

"He made his side of the bed? Fucking weirdo." I mumble as I pull the comforter so it's all in my side. Snuggling into the comforter I roll to my other side. On the bedside table stood a glass of orange juice and a bottle of Tylenol.

Wait, I did not have orange juice in my fridge. If I remember correctly I only had like a few sodas, some leftover chinese food and a opened bottle of wine. Very healthy I know.

I sat up reaching for the bottle of tylenol taking out two pills popping them into my mouth before taking a gulp of the orange juice.

As I gained more consciousness I heard the faint sound of music. I check my phone.

11:23

Fuck, fuck, fuck. I'm so late. I raced out of bed putting on some clothes quickly walking out to my living room. The music grew as a made my may towards my kitchen. I noticed the smell of something cooking. I furrowed my brows in confusion.

I walked into the kitchen and there was Hotch cooking something on the stove. "Why aren't you at work?" I made myself announced.

He turned around flashing a soft smile. "Amelia it's Saturday, and we don't have a case."

"Oh. Right" I shook my head. I leaned on my kitchen island that was between us, looking at him cooking. I tugged lightly on my bottom lip as my eyes scanned over him. Black washed out jeans, tight fitting navy polo shirt exposing his arms. I couldn't help but think about how he looked underneath it, from I'd seen a couple weeks back. I pulled my mind out of the gutter as I realized he was still in my apartment, cooking of all things.

"Hotch?" I asked. He hummed in response turning his attention towards me. "What are you doing here?"

"Cooking" He said matter-of-factly like it was the most obvious thing ever.

"No but I mean why. Why are you here, cooking?"

"I don't know." He furrowed his eyebrows. "I just noticed when I woke up that you didn't have any food."

I walked around the kitchen island hoping up to sit on it facing him. "Well, thank you. And I'm sorry for how I acted last night. I was out of line."

"It's fine. Let's just forget about that" He looked down for a second before reconnecting eye contact again.

"Yes please." I sighed. "So, what are you cooking?" I smiled trying to look over his shoulder.

"Well I wasn't sure what you liked. So I hope chicken alfredo sounds good. It won't be as good as Rossi's pasta though."

"Sounds perfect." I smiled. "Oh, and I keep hearing stuff about David Rossi's famous pasta but I've never gotten to taste it." I laughed lightly.

"Well I think we can arrange a dinner party with the team at Rossi's. He never says no to hosting." Hotch gave me a gentle smile. I looked at him amazed. Is this really the same man who's been actively trying to make my life a living hell since I started at the BAU a little over a month ago now.

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"Oh wow. This is really good" I mumbled after my first bite, smiling at the man next to me. If someone told me two days ago I'd be sitting at my kitchen island eating chicken alfredo with Aaron Hotchner I would've probably said that they were crazy.

"I try my best." He humbly replied, smiling back softly taking another bite from the food.

"You know that really suits you." I pointed my finger in a small circle to his smile.