Arresting and Arrested | Aaron Hotchner

CHAPTER ONE

Sitting at my desk, I am trying to get my paperwork done so I never have to see or think of this case again. This one really got to me. And to make it worse Hotch hasn't let up on me and I'm getting tired of being his punching bag. Finishing up my paperwork I look around and notice everyone else has left, the only light on it in Hotch's office. Of course he's still here I think to myself. Trudging up the step to his office, with a light knock I walk in and places my paperwork on the desk "Here you go." I half- heartedly say and turn to walk out "Is that how you speak to  your supervisor" he says smugly making me pause in my steps. Turning around "I don't have the time nor the energy to argue with you tonight. There's my paperwork, goodnight Hotch" as i try to exit he carries on
"If your attitude is about me overruling you on this case, you need to let it go. You let your emotions take over."
"Oh come on hotch. Just this case? I get that you can't stand me, that you don't want me on your team. But I am a damn good agent and you ignore every idea I contribute because of your personal vendetta against me, which I have no clue why. You say I let my emotions rule my decisions, you hate seeing me everyday because of your pride." He takes a few steps towards me, his eyes dark to the point I can't decipher the pupil and the iris from each other
"You're right I can't stand watching you walk in here everyday with that smile on your face acting so innocent with that accent of yours driving me insane and in those tight skirts you insist on wearing everyday. And your attitude. You've got a mouth on you, haven't you? But it only for me."
Gasping as goosebumps pebble my skin, my mouth dries as I open my mouth,
"You don't want me to have an attitude? Maybe try treating me as equal for once and not something on the bottom of your shoe." We are both panting and breathing heavy. The tense thick.

All I want is to leave but my feet won't let me, they stay rooted to floor. I can look away from him, I don't know if it's my pride or the heartbeat between my legs which arises when he stands so close I can smell is aftershave.

"But you're not my equal." Annnd the heartbeats gone. "You misogynist asshole. I may be younger I may be a woman I may not have as much experience as you" he smirks at me as I continue "but I know what I'm doing. And I am good at what I do." He stalks another step towards me "show me." It wasn't a request, it was a demand. As I ponder over how he wants me to show him I feel his lips crash on mine. I push his away and look as him for a minute. My resolve crumbles and before I know it I grab his shirt in my fist and pull him back to me. His lips are so soft yet his kiss is rough. We fight for dominance but he ultimately wins, overriding all my senses. I pull away just enough to mumble "I hate you" "The feelings mutual, Angel. And now I'm going to fuck you like I hate you."
My brain can't keep up. Angel. He called my Angel.

He lifts me up by my thighs, my legs go around his waist and my arms around his neck, he walk to his desk and places me on the edge. He pulls away to my dismay, he can see the disappointment when he does and smirks. He push my back roughly until I'm laid across the desk, he kneels and I got to say I like seeing him on his knees, between  my legs.
"So innocent?" He mocks "would an innocent girl be this went already?" He says as he swipes a finger across my clothes slit before you pulls my skirt and panties down my legs and simultaneously kissing his way back up landing a final on on my pubic bone
"Aaron... please" I whimper
"Is my Angel begging?" Getting frustrated with all the teasing I almost shout "oh my god, just hurry up and fuck me already."
"Since you asked so nicely." He pulled me up to a sitting position ripping my close open, button going everywhere before he pulls me off the desk and then me around. With my back to his chest, his fingers trace circle motions of my clit, making me bite my lip to keep my moans in. He bends me over the desk and rubs and grabs my ass cheeks "so perfect" he whispers so quietly I nearly miss it "Is my Angel going to be a good girl?" He questions as he inserts a finger inside me "yes. Yes, I'll be your good girl" chucking lowly he thrusts his fingers harder before removing them making me whimper "don't worry Angel, I'll make you feel good" I feel him line his cock up with me, reading the entrance
"Aaron.. please." He continues to tease me, I try moving my ass back to get him to take me
"God. Aaron just man up and take me."
"You asked for it." He says lowly before thrusting into me all the way to the hilt, taking my breath making me gasp. He doesn't let up. At a hard and fast pace he continues his assault on my senses "do you know how many times, I've wanted to take you over this desk just to shut you up?"
"I'm glad to know you think of me in your spare time Aaron" I answer sarcastically
He replies by turning his cock deeper than I knew was possible "that smart mouth of yours"
I get the familiar overwhelming flutter in my stomach "Aaron.. I'm." I find it hard to catch my breath "I'm gonna.."
"I know Angel. I can feel you." He doesn't let up, riding out my orgasm, I can feel him twitch inside me and he nears his own orgasm before he thrusts one last time and filling me with his load. He lays on my back, both of us catch our breathes before pulling out. Turning around we look at each other while getting our clothes back on
"Lottie."
"Yes" I answer almost immediately
"I know you're aware you can't mention this to anyone." He says while looking down at the floor. Is he that ashamed he can't look me in the eye
"I wasn't going to" I snap
"Good. I'll see you tomorrow, you can see yourself out." He walks back and takes a seat not sparing me a glance.
Feeling used and disappointed in myself for giving in I walk out.

AN: hey guys, all this smut writing is still new to me, so let me know how it is, any suggestions would be good.
Thanks, E x