Criminal Minds One-Shots

Dress Coded

Hotch x Male!Reader

Summary: When you wear a tasteful skirt to work for the first time, you are imidiatly dress coded by Strauss. It's a good thing your Boyfriend loves you.

A/N: This fic challenges many gender norms at their face value.

It was something you had been wanting to do for almost as long as you have been at the BAU. You were going to wear a skirt to work today. Gender norms around the office have been in need of a shake up for some time now. And, there was no set rule that said a man couldn't wear a skirt. Just that skirts had to be no more than 3 inches above the knee. You know. You checked....... twice.

You wore many skirts and dresses socially. You liked the way they flowed. The added bonus of air circulation helped the jewels stay cool even in summer. Aaron had seen you in them at least a dozen times, each summer, over the years. The only issue? He got easily distracted by your strong legs when they were smooth and on display in that way.

It took a while to narrow down your options. But, you eventually chose a black and white high-low skirt that flowed beautifully. The high front of the skirt still hit you just below the knee. And the low back almost touched the floor without your shoes. Speaking of shoes, you picked your black combat boots. Since they were steel-toed and would go well with the skirt. Functionality and style. Your chosen short was a white button up. You kept the first two buttons undone. Just enough of a peek a bo to show off some chest hair. Your sleeves were rolled slightly, just showing the bottom of your stick and poke tattoo.

After rubbing a touch of Shea butter on your legs, to make the freshly shaven skin even smoother, you set to your normal morning rituals. A good morning text to Aaron, a quick bite to eat, your morning meds, and grabbing your go bag from near the front door.

-------

Clocking in was, as always, uneventful. As was pocking your head in to see Mica, your pal who was in the cyber security division. The real issue can when you passed section chief Strauss when the elevator let you off on the sixth floor. "Good mornin' ma'am." You offer as always. "Agent Mikaels." She says back. But, it wasn't in the tone one would use to acknowledge another person. It was like a warning tone. 'Here we go.' You think as you turn to face her where she had been headed in the opposite direction after leaving the bull pin.

"I don't believe you are a young lady, Agent." She prompts. You barely succeed in containing an eye roll. "No, ma'am I am not very young. Nor am I a lady." You respond in a calm voice. "Then, why might I ask, are you wearing a dress?" "It's not a dress, ma'am." You correct. "It's a skirt with a dress shirt tucked into it."

"But, you don't deny that you, a full grown man, are wearing a woman's skirt?" As Strauss's voice gets more annoyed, your gets even further forced into a false calm. "I suppose you could buy one like it in a woman's section." You fire back. "But, my auntie sewed this for me when I went back home last fall."

"I don't care who sewed it. Change!" She demanded. "I can't do that ma'am." "And why not?"

"My change of outfit is another skirt."

--------

The pink reprimand slip was clenched loosely in your hand as you pushed the heavy glass double doors to the BAU bullpen open. The rest of the team had already made it in. Even Morgan. You were sooo late. In all the years you have worked here, there was one general consensus, the way to know of your late for any team activity was to see of you showed up before or after Morgan.

"You're la-" You heard Rossi start to tease from his spot sitting on the edge of JJ's desk. But, his reply was cut short. He had noticed your skirt. The looks on the team's faces range from shocked to proud. But, they are all pleasant reactions at least. It doesn't take a profiler to know they all approve of how you look. "Sorry Rossi, can't talk. Need to see the Bossman." You respond while flashing the highlighter pink paper.

Your knock on Aaron's office door was loud but not hard. "Come in." He says, not sounding too happy. You push the door open and immediately go to stand near his desk, on his good side. Without a word, you drop the pink paper. "Strauss dress-coded me." You complain. "I didn't think you could be dress coded as an adult."

"I'm surprised she let you in." He said while still reading over the actual paper. "Not only are you- he paused to take a dramatic breath- wearing a skirt as a man.... but you refused to change into another outfit after being expressly asked." He clicked his tongue against his teeth a few times in a teasing action as he rounded the desk to your side. "What am I going to do with you, Agent Mikaels?" He asked you as he slowly glides his hand to the small of your back.

"Well, Strauss says I should be punished." You tease your years long boyfriend. "Well, what i usually do to punish you would be frowned upon in mixed company. Maybe I should spank you?" He offers.... teases......promises. You catch onto the direction of this conversation a bit quicker than is normal for you. Usually it takes a while for you to get out of your own head.

Your lips were just about to meet when you see the team all still staring towards you like you were a new animal discovered in the arctic.

You pull away slowly as to not offend you lover. "As much as I love this idea." You start to say as you put your hand to his chest, a subtle sign you want to stop. "We all have a busy day of paperwork. And I'm sure you need a minute to cool off.

You practically heard the wheels in Aaron's head turning as you left his office and made your way back you your desk.