❝ you're the best of us. ❞
in which the ex-agent with a therapy license decides to get back in the game.
CRIMINAL MINDS SEASON 4
OC X AARON HOTCHNER
TRIGGER WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF SEXUAL ABUSE AND ISSUES SURROUND...
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FORTY THREE. RELIEF
THOUGH IT WAS NICE TO KNOW WHERE SHE STOOD WITH HOTCH, DAISY WAS BEYOND FRUSTRATED THAT HE'D TAKEN SO LONG. She wanted to grab him and kiss him until she couldn't breathe anymore, but she also knew that she'd suffered with his indecisiveness long enough to let him off so easy.
He was all over her as soon as they had stepped into his apartment, and as much as she felt butterflies all throughout her body, she knew she needed to get the upper hand. She gently pushed him away so that he fell onto the couch, causing his mouth to fall ajar in surprise. Yet, he still knew how the night was going to end. His smug face made her redden with annoyance, especially since it turned her on so much. "Daisy-"
"Don't," she held a finger up, smacking away the hand that tried to snake around her waist. She was trying to tell herself that she was better at keeping her shirt on than this, but him and his slightly messy hair, and rolled up sleeves, and loose tie... "Don't Daisy me. You're fucking infuriating, Hotch."
She was still in her FBI jacket with a thin shirt underneath, so she pulled it off and threw it on the floor, knowing it would irritate him. She smirked at the expression on his face - he had no idea what to do now that she was taking control.
"I'm infuriating?" Hotch shot up as she trailed through the apartment and into the bathroom to brush her teeth. He stood in the doorway with his hands on his hips, looking absolutely delectable, though she could never ever admit that to him.
"You pulled that bullshit in Vegas!" she pointed at him accusingly. "Which is fine! I respect you not wanting to have sex with me! But when I started going on dates and talking to other guys, you were suddenly all...possessive!"
"I'm sorry!" he threw his hands up in the air. "It wasn't that I didn't want to be with you, it just would have been unprofessional! I hated seeing you talking about other men because I knew they weren't me."
Daisy looked back at him with an amused expression. It was nice that he was the one baring his heart and soul this time. So, she popped her hip to the side and quirked an eyebrow. "That's real sweet, Hotch. But, those other men were pretty impressive. I mean, even Morgan had me feeling things last night."
Hotch stopped still, his hand gripping the doorframe. Daisy watched him closely, trying to figure out what he was going to do next. Her heart was about to burst out of her chest, and she could feel her stomach burning with anticipation. "Watch your mouth, Alvarez."
He stared at her with a gleam in his eyes she knew all too well. Her smirk grew, knowing she'd riled him up. "Make me."
Hotch didn't hesitate. He pushed her against the wall outside the en suite, grabbing her hands and pinning them above her head. He stared down at her, his grip so tight she couldn't go anywhere. He looked down, feeling her hot breath on his face. "Do you want this?"
