Use Me, Sir. || Aaron Hotchner x Reader

|9| Montana Troubles

"The phrase you're looking for is, 'yes, sir.'"
- unknown

As morning rolled around you were slowly awoken from a shift in movement beside you. Your eyes fluttered open slightly at the sudden movement as you barely made out the things in front of you. With blurry, barely awake, vision, you saw the sight of a sleeping man next to you. You lied beside Aaron Hotchner in bed without even realizing it. You had forgotten you were even on a case let alone sleeping in the same bed as him. Oddly, it was one of the best sleeps you've had in a while.

The sudden realization that you were sleeping next to someone who you considered your nemesis also known as your boss hit as you attempted to shift away from him. You didn't want to wake him as he lied there at the most peaceful you've ever seen him so you tried to move quietly. Slowly, you moved yourself back, inch by inch. You were making little progress as it seemed as though something was attached to you, pulling you back in.

You looked down to see what was keeping you there only to notice Hotch's hand rested on the middle of your thigh. You stared down for what seemed like hours trying to figure out what to do. How you were going to get out of this situation raced through your mind as you trailed your eyes to his eyes. His eyes began to flicker open as your eyes met with one another. You attempted to look away, but to your luck, he had already seen you.

"Staring are we?" Hotch growled in a raspy but low tone.

"Don't flatter yourself, I just wanted to see if you were awake." You replied, pushing his arm off your thigh.

"Mhm, yeah, good morning to you too." He said, now turning over. "What time is it?"

"6:30."

"Fuck, get up." Hotch spoke.

"Get up?"

"Yes, get up."

"Why? It's only 6:30." You murmured as you watched Hotch turn back to face you.

"Because you take forever to get ready and if you're going to share a room with me, we're doing things my way." He replied.

"It's my room too, you know. Also, why should I listen to you?" You asked with a testing tone.

"Because I told you to."

You looked at him with folded arms trying to see how long he would keep this act. He didn't seem to be giving up as he coldly looked through your eyes almost into your soul. Finally, he raised himself up from his lying position to be rested upwards looking down to you. The look he gave you lead you to become easily subordinate, leading you to give in to his demands.

"Fine." You said angrily leaving the bed.

"Asshole." You mumbled on the way over.

You stepped into the bathroom for the first time, examining the features you had only glanced at before. It appeared as though Hotch had taken the left side of the counter for his stuff, so you placed your toiletries on the right side.

The counters were a dark marble that had two sinks on each side. There was a prominent amount of space between the two sinks that was currently unoccupied. The wall above the counter held a large mirror that spread from one side to the other. It appeared that the main source of counter lighting came from behind and beneath the mirrors.

You began to take your toothbrush out, accidentally causing your chapstick to roll out of your bag. You ignored it and just instead started to  spread a layer of toothpaste on your toothbrush before running it under cold water. Your hand found its way to the counter as you shifted your body weight to be on one arm out of pure tiredness. You began brushing as you looked into the large mirror in front of you.