Blinded by Hate | a.hotchner

Chapter 12*

Warning: Sexual Content

The ride to the office was filled with music, Aaron claiming that the driver gets to pick music, so The Beatles was flowing out of the radio. You hummed along to the music, watching his fingers tap along to the beat on the wheel. Aaron pulled into the garage on the base, parking next to your car. You moved to get out, but his hand on your wrist stopped you. 

"We should probably talk, before I talk to Dave." He told you, letting out a sigh. You could tell that he didn't want to rush you, but he was right. 

"What did you plan on telling him?" You asked, looking at your hands in your lap, his hand still lightly encasing your wrist. Moving your hand slightly, you entwined your fingers with his.

"I only planned on asking him to keep it two himself, until we know what this is." He said, squeezing your hand lightly. "But, I'll say what ever you're comfortable with."

"That's fine." You responded quietly, still looking at your hands. He moved his open hand to your face, tilting it up to look at him. "Hey, what's wrong, y/n?" He asked you, searching your face for any type of answer.  You weren't sure, you didn't know why you were still hesitant. He's shown you that he care about you, but that's only been in the last 12 hours. 

What happens when we get in a fight? What if he gets bored with me? He says he wants me, but what if something changes? What if we tell the team and they don't support it? Or we tell them and then we break up? And then they have to take sides or I have to leave the team. 

It just feels like there's too many chances for it to go wrong.

"Y/n?" He spoke, pulling you from your thoughts. 

"I'm just worried that something will go wrong. If we decided to do this, and we break up, it'll mess everything up. I don't want to be the person that tears the team apart." You confessed, his eyes softening at your words. 

"I don't plan on ending things with you. I don't want to end this." He said, his hand squeezing your hand in yours again. 

You let out the breath you were holding, "I don't want to end things either." You said quietly.

He leaned in to meet you, his lips lightly grazing yours. You kissed him back, which he took as permission to kiss you fully. Your hand moved to the back of his head, lacing your fingers in his dark hair. His hand moved from yours, grabbing your waist firmly, which you responded to with a tug on his hair. He moaned lightly at the pull on his hair, a smile forming on your lips.

Before you could get too far, Aaron broke the kiss, breathing heavily. "If you don't want the team to know, little girl, then we can't do this." He said with a laugh.

You groaned at his words, pulling away from him. You both grabbed your things from the backseat and made your way to the elevators. His hand set lightly on the small of your back, a smile forming at his touch. Once in the elevator, you stretched out your pinky, grazing his hand. He wrapped his large pinky around yours, the smile on your face widening. You took a step towards him, your arms pressing against each other. The ring of the elevator door pushed you and Aaron apart, your pinkies being the last things to disconnect. He let you leave before him, his fingers grazing your back again. 

Walking into the bullpen, you saw Emily sitting at her desk, Spencer and Derek in the breakroom talking, and Rossi in his office. Somehow, you and Aaron were the last ones to arrive at work. Your face flushed slightly, feeling Emily's eyes watch you and Hotch walk in together. You checked the time, seeing that you both were 15 minuets late to work.

I guess we shouldn't have made out in the car. You thought 

Approaching her, you took a breath "Don't say a word." You warned her, seeing the smug smirk on her face.