Use Me, Sir. || Aaron Hotchner x Reader

|5| Wouldn't You Wish

"I don't give any reason for anyone to hate me. They create their own little drama out of jealousy."
- David James

    The moment you and JJ arrived at your hotel room you crashed. After barely managing to take off your makeup, definitely leaving a bit of mascara on, you plopped under the white sheets of one of the hotel beds. Sleep came quickly. With the mixture of being nearly choked to death and your boss attempting to finger fuck you all in one night running through your head, it didn't take much for you to be fast asleep. You just hoped JJ had set an alarm that would wake you up before you guys had to go to the jet.

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     BEEP, BEEP, BEEP.

     There it was.

     Your eyes flickered open as you groaned for JJ to turn it off. You turned over to the side of the bed looking at the nightstand to see the clock that read 6:00 AM. Waking up early was never your cup of tea but especially not today. You had to see Hotch again after last night.

    You threw your legs over the edge of the bed and stretched your arms up while walking over to the hotel bathroom. Flicking on the lights you were quickly struck with the events of last night as you saw the deep bruising of a handprint spread across your neck. You were definitely going to have to wear a turtleneck today. So much for it "not being that bad." You sighed, turning on the shower in an attempt to distract yourself.

    You let the warm water stream down your back as you sat there for a bit just thinking. What if Hotch was right? You nearly died out there and it was all your fault. You should have just followed his orders and nothing would have happened like it did.

     Grabbing the complementary shampoo bottle from the shelf you squeezed a bit into your hand and began running it through your hair. You massaged your scalp for a bit then brought the remaining product to the ends, scrubbing it in your hands. After your hair you began to scrub your body with the vanilla scented body wash that lied next to the miniature shampoo and conditioner bottles. Once you were done you got out and wrapped yourself with a towel, walking into the main bedroom area. You grabbed a maroon turtleneck and paired it with a pair of black dress pants. There wasn't enough time to fully dry your hair so you patted it dry with the towel the best you could before packing the rest of your stuff and heading out.

     You, Morgan, and JJ, took one of the SUV's to the jet to avoid any conflict so early in the morning. It was peaceful, but you couldn't fight the aching thoughts that ran through your head. All you wanted at the moment was to be home.

     When you arrived at the jet you headed straight for the couch. Spencer was already there but you figured he wouldn't mind your company. 

     "Y/N! How have you been? I haven't seen you since before you entered the club last night." He asked while moving slightly to give you more room.

     "I'm okay, a little tired though." you said truthfully.

    "I can tell, you look like hell." he replied, smiling at you.

    "Ouch! I don't look that bad." You playfully punched him on the arm in response to his comment.

     "Hey, Hey! Just jokes!" he laughed. "But seriously, how have you been?"

     "To be honest, a little shaken up." you paused, letting out a sigh. "I mean at the time I didn't realize but I could have died Spencer. What I did was stupid, and I wasn't aware until Hotch yelled at me. It's not a surprise that he was mad, but he could have handled it differently." You looked down with embarrassment as you noticed yourself fiddling with your fingers as you talked.