X reader shite, havent written like dis in yrs I'm so sorry. Dom hotch, comfort and hurt, fem reader o whateva
You had pulled a stupid stunt, the team hurt and angry with you, but not as angry and scared as Hotch is.
When you had rushed in without your vest or gun to relieve a hostage situation, everyone's hearts stopped. Fear washing over them in waves, breath held as the seconds tick.
The hostages are released when you tell the unsub you'll take their place and make a deal with them. Your heart hammers in your chest, you're afraid, but you dont let the unsub see it.
You know your team will get you out of this if you cant find a way out yourself.
When the unsub hits you with the butt of their gun, your vision spots as you fall to the ground. The rest of the mission a blur.
When you awake it's to a light shining in your eyes, your pupils contracting to keep the light out.
You werent out long apparently, long enough for them to apprehend the unsub and to be placed on a gurney.
Your injuries werent serious, a bit of bruising but no concussion. You grunt as you swat away the hand that hold the flashlight shining in your eyes.
"I'm fine." You say exasperated, sitting up and shuffling off the gurney despite your team's disagreement.
The flight back to Quantico is silent and tense. You clench your jaw at the glares that are sent your way every now and then. You understand their anger, but you had to act quick.
Hotchner though, you'd never gotten the silent treatment from him. It was terrifying, you had no idea what he would say to you once the two of you were alone...let alone what he'd do.
The ride home with him is silent too. If you thought the flight was tense, this was even worse.
You swallow nervously as you side eye Hotch. His knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel, jaw clenched and eyes focused on the road. He didnt spare you a single glance.
You two walk in together, your apology caught in your throat as you set down your go-bag.
"Hotch-"
"Don't speak." He states harshly, leaving no room for argument.
Your mouth snaps shut, you knew that tone.
"You were so stupid- what were you thinking?!" His voice is raised as he corners you against the wall.
"I-"
"You weren't. How could you do that? We need you- I need you." His voice catches, eyes glossy.
"I'm sorry- I- I did what I had to-"
"You didn't have to though! We would have gotten it worked out- you could have compromised the case. You could have- you could have gotten hurt." His voice softens, hand cupping your jaw as he blinks away his tears.
"Aaron- I'm sorry." You whisper, leaning into his palm.
"Don't you dare do that again. I'm saying that as your boss and your partner. Go against orders again and I wont be so easy on you."
"Yes, sir."
It isn't until then that he crashes his lips against yours, breathing you in like a lifeline. You melt into the kiss, hands fisting into his shirt.
"Going to make sure you know how to follow orders." Hotch pants out as he kisses down your neck, fingers undoing the buttons on your shirt.
He pushes the sleeves down your arms and lets it fall to the floor. He kisses down to your collarbones, nipping at them to leave small bruises.
