Haven [aaron hotchner x reader]

Thirteen

*WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS VERY DETAILED SEXUAL ACTIONS AND EXPLETIVES.  READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.*

Same day

From: Hotch
Meet me at my house.  Xx

You received this text from Hotch as you were in the elevator headed down to the main floor and a small smile graced your face.  You hop into your car and make the short drive to his house and as you arrive he walks to your side of the door and opens it. He also offers you a hand out of the car, he pulls you to him by your waist and places a swift kiss on your lips.

"I'm gonna go change into something nicer," Hotch says as he pulls his sweatshirt over his head.  The shirt beneath hitches up to reveal his toned stomach and you can't help but sneak a peek.  He holds the sweatshirt out to you and you raise an eyebrow, "In case you get cold," is all Hotch says before grabbing your hand and walking you both inside the house.

Hotch runs up the stairs and you take the privacy to put the sweatshirt to your nose.  The notes of detergent and the deep musky scent of his cologne fills your nose and you close your eyes breathing it in.

A few minutes pass and Hotch descends the stairs wearing dark blue dress pants, a black belt, a light blue button-up dress shirt, and a blue striped tie.  His tie is in hand, "Can I?" you ask as he begins to wrap the tie around his neck.

Hotch smiles and lets his hands drop to his sides.  You walk up to him and begin to tie the tie around his neck.  "Why do you know how to tie a tie?" Hotch asks as he watches you below him.

"My brother was always terrible at it but my grandparents always made us go to church and ties were required.  I figured knowing how to tie a tie would be a good skill," you tell him as you pull the tie through the last knot and tighten.  You pull the cuff down over the tie and take a step back.

Hotch is looking at you, "You didn't tell me you had a brother."  You look down at the floor and answer, "We're not close, we haven't talked in 6 years, since he moved away."

Hotch places a finger under your chin and lifts your gaze to meet yours.  Your eyes are brimmed with tears begging to escape but you refuse and blink them away.  Hotch pulls you into a hug, wrapping his hands around your waist and pulling you close.  You wrap your hands around his shoulders.  "I'm sorry," is all he says.

After a bit, you two separate, and Hotch laces his fingers through yours and leads you to his car.  He pulls out of the driveway and eventually gets onto the highway, "Where are we going?" you ask turning the music down a notch.

"It's a surprise," Hotch gives you a quick glance and a smile and continues driving.

***

After about a 45 minutes drive Hotch pulled into the parking lot of a small restaurant.  The drive was smooth and mostly quiet, just music filling the car with the occasional small talk.  It wasn't awkward though, it was comfortable.  It's dark outside now but the restaurant has small bulb string lights around the building that give it a cute and romantic feel.