Blinded by Hate | a.hotchner

Chapter 11

You wake up to the blaring noise of Hotch's alarm at the brisk time of 5am. You let out a loud groan as you grumbled, "Turn it off" into Hotch's chest. You hadn't moved since you fell asleep last night. His low chuckle vibrated through his chest as he moved to turn the alarm off.

"Someone doesn't like mornings." He said, his morning voice low and raspy.

"I like the morning, I hate waking up at the ass-crack of dawn. Why do you get up this early? Do you hate yourself this much?" You grumbled again.

"I like to be early to work." He said shortly.

Feeling him start to move from under you, taking his warmth with him. Before he could get too far, you latched yourself around him, stopping him in his tracks. "Donnnn't" you whined, not wanting to lose his heat. He laughed lightly, wrapping his arms around your waist and tucking his face into your neck.

"I need to go shower, little girl." He spoke into your neck. "Then take me with you." You suggested, shifting yourself to lay completely on top of him. Leaning down, you lightly pressed your lips against his. His large hands slipped under your shirt, grazing up your side. He deepened the kiss, pressing his lips into your more firmly. You moaned lightly into his mouth as he groped your breasts. His tongue slipped into your mouth, fighting slightly with your for dominance. He won. You moved your hand in between your body's, palming him through his pajama pants, him letting out a quiet gasp. He groaned as he sat up in bed, "Little girl, we need to get up." He spoke into the kiss.

"But it sooooo cold outside of the bed." You whined, not taking your lips off his.

"Yes, but the the shower will be much warmer." He told you, standing up with you wrapped around his body. He walked into the bathroom, setting you down and letting you strip, him doing the same. You bent down to let the water warm up, feeling his arms wrap around your waist again, his chin sitting in the crook of your neck.

Looking into the mirror, you could see the damage from last night, a line of red hickeys on your chest and two dark purple hickeys. One over your throat and one directly under your ear. You felt him turn his head and place open mouthed kisses on your neck, his hot breath on your throat sent a shiver down your spine. He started to suck yet another mark into your neck, but you didn't care. You could cover it up, you wanted his marks.

Once in the shower, you turned around to face him, placing your arms loosely around his neck. You both just stood there for a while, looking into each others eyes. A warm feeling erupted in your stomach and your chest filled with butterflies.

No one has ever looked at me like that. You thought to yourself.

He tilted his head down to connect his lips to yours, pressing firmly but not aggressively.

No one has ever kissed me like that. No one has ever kissed me with that much love. You thought again.

A sudden wave of panic set over your body and you felt your breath pickup. You didn't know exactly why you were panicking, but you had an idea. Your knees buckled and you almost hit the floor, if it wasn't for Hotch standing directly in front of you.

"Woah, y/n. What's wrong? What just happened?" He asked you, his tone laced with concern.

"I just, uh, I don't kno- I'm sorry, I need to go." You finally spit out, after stumbling through a mess of words. Trying to step out of the shower, you were stopped.

"Wait, y/n, please wait." He grabbed your wrist lightly, holding you in place, "What's going on, did I do something wrong?"

You shook your head quickly, pulling your arm from him, "I'm sorry, I just need a second." Which was true, you just wanted sometime alone to sort out your thoughts.