Aaron Hotchner x OC (black).
Aisha is a senior in Psychology and Criminology at Washington University in St. Louis, battling the grief of losing her boyfriend Tyler with poor coping mechanisms and emotional avoidance. Aaron Hotchner is a hot new pro...
Here's some spice! Hope the ladies and theydies (and all readers) enjoy. Here are the club outfit vibes:
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"You have to wear something completely slutty. I mean just downright, slutty. Whore status." Garcia says as she pushes through your closet.
Sidney's caught her up to speed. She and Garcia have hit it off really well, and you've found out that Garcia really only hangs out with herself. Outside of Sidney and her on and again off again fling, you only hung out with yourself too. That and Rossi.
"He's already made it clear he wants to fuck her. She could wear a potato sack and still get railed tonight."
"God, I need that." Garcia groans, continuing to destroy your closet. "Here, wear this." She's picked out a sheer, almost see-through black dress and a black chunky heel. "It's black so it already matches your makeup."
"Okay, let me change and I'll be right out." You grab the outfit from her.
"Let's go take a shot, P." Sid loops her arm through Garcia's and pulls her out of the room.
You look over at a picture of you and Tyler as you change out of your lounge clothes into the dress. Sometimes you feel guilty that you've slept with all these people. Like he'd think that you were moving on. But if you couldn't have him you had to have something. It was purely sex, nothing emotional. You'd never even gotten close to having any sort of feelings for anyone. Most of them were annoying, you could barely stomach them for than 2 or 3 hooks up. Nobody could compare to Tyler and you weren't trying to look for someone to. It would be impossible.
There's a knock on the door, startling you out of your thoughts. "Ready?"
"Ready."
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You, Sid, and Garcia stop at the frozen drinks place down the street from the club before walking there. You'd gotten a fishbowl and were feeling tipsy, but you didn't want to drink too much. Whatever was going to happen tonight, you want to remember it. Not only for the paper but because you weren't planning on making sleeping with your professor a regular thing.