Oxytocin [aaron hotchner]

twenty nine

The smell of fresh coffee hit your nose, causing your eyelids to flutter open. With a content sigh you stretched your arms above your head, an ungodly shriek leaving your lips as you stretched.

"Hi." Aaron's low voice muttered from beside you. Your eyes went to where the sound came from and he was standing next to your side of the bed with two cups of coffee in his hands. He was wearing just his black boxers, allowing your eyes to wander all over his body. "Hey" you smiled, reaching out for the mug. To your surprise, Aaron didn't give it to you and began walking away, heading towards the bedroom door. "Come get it." He let out a chuckle before exiting the room.

With a load groan you decided to finally get up and head into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as you joined him. He was stood leaning against the kitchen counter, sipping his coffee, his iPhone in his other hand and you assumed he was reading the news on it.

"Someone's finally awake." He smiled, not looking up from his screen. "Yeah well" you mumbled, taking the cup from the counter and taking a sip "I got fucked to sleep again."

"Oh is that right." You could tell by the way he said it he was smirking. "Very much so."

"Hope it was good." He mumbled against his mug, taking another sip.

"Eh" you shrugged, "have had better."

"Oh, please do explain." He mocked, putting his phone on the counter and turning to face you. "Tell me about all of them."

"Aaron Hotchner, you jealous man." You teased

"No no, not jealous. Curious." He corrected, taking a step closer to you and putting his arms around your waist. Your heart fluttered at his touch, feeling the jealousy through his words and his actions. You thought it was kind of cute.

"I can't even lie. You're the best I've ever had." You rolled your eyes, hating to let him win. But he was easily the best person you've ever slept with. Not that there have been many, but a few to know what was good and what wasn't.

"Good answer." He smirked, leaning down to place a kiss on your cheek.

"You'd see right through me." You admitted, feeling your skin grow a bit red as he looked at you. "Probably." He agreed.

It was quiet for a minute, but you didn't mind. You never minded that with him in your space, he was always so gentle and reassuring, he could always calm your chaotic mind.

He tightened his grip around your waist and pulled you in even more and rested his chin on your head. "I told Jessica I would pick up Jack later."

"Okay." You smiled, placing a sweet kiss on his chest. "I'm going to get dressed and then I'm going home, okay?" You began to let go of his grip but he pulled you back in, grabbing ahold of your waist and lifting you up to set you down on the kitchen counter. The coffee mug nearly falling off. "Oh-" you shrieked as your ass hit the cold marble top.

"You never answered my question." He muttered, he looked deeply into your eyes, his eyebrows drawn together in a puzzled look. He was trying to read your reaction. You drew in a breath, "I didn't?"

"Nuh-uh" he mumbled, shaking his head.

"Oh well, I thought that having sex with you four times in a row after that was enough of an answer" you chuckled, placing your hand on his cheek and rubbing your thumb along his cheekbone.

"I want to hear it out of your mouth" he whispered, his dark eyes trailing down to your lips. They stayed there a few seconds before returning to your eyes.

"Ask me again." You grinned happily

He let out a light chuckle, shaking his head lightly. "Do you want to be my girlfriend?" He said softly.