Blinded by Hate | a.hotchner

Chapter 14*

Warning: Sexual Content

You woke up to an empty bed, the sun shining through the opened curtains. Somehow, you had managed to sprawl out in the middle of the bed. Sitting up, you felt Aaron's dress shirt fall off your shoulders. The few buttons that you had closed, came open sometime in the night. Climbing out of the bed, you walked over to Aaron's closet, grabbing a pair of his sweats from the shelf. You slid the pants on, tying them tightly around your hips and you re-buttoned his shirt and tucked the front into the pants.

Walking out of his bedroom, the smell of waffles filled your nose. Entering the kitchen, you saw Hotch's back facing you. He was still only wearing pajama pants, the pants hanging dangerously low on his hips. There was a pan on the stove, bacon cooking in grease. Walking over to him, you wrapped your arms around his waist, standing on your toes to set your chin on his shoulder.

"Good morning, Aaron," You said, turning your head to kiss his neck.

"Morning, y/n" He said, turning around to face you. He placed his lips gently on yours, kissing you lightly. Turning back around to flip the bacon, you lifted yourself on to the counter adjacent to the stove.

Once he was done tending to the bacon, he walked over to kiss you again. His left hand grabbing your face lightly, his right pushing your knees apart. He stood in between your legs, snaking his hand around to set on your lower back. You set your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. He pushed his hips closer to yours, your legs wrapping around his waist. The loud sizzling of the bacon on the stove pulled Aaron out of the kiss.

He pulled the bacon out of the pan and set it on a plate, moving the plates of bacon and waffles to the kitchen table. You sat down at the table, waiting for him to go wake up Jack for breakfast. Once he returned with Jack, Aaron served all three of you. The conversation was comfortable, talking about plans for the day. You couldn't stay there long, you had to get ready to go shopping with the girls.

After breakfast, you helped Aaron clean up the kitchen. Jack was in his room getting ready for the day and playing. He cleaned off the table, wiping up the syrup that Jack had split. You washed dishes at the sink, starting with the plates. Once Hotch was done with the table, he came to stand behind you. His hands started on your hips, his lips pressing against your neck. Grabbing another plate, you almost dropped it on the ground, feeling his hand slip under your waistband and into the boxers you were wearing. He pressed his pointer finger on your clit, a gasp falling from your lips, setting the plate down on the counter.

"Keep going, little girl." He growled, connecting his lips to your neck, sucking a mark into your flesh.

You shakily picked the plate back up, holding the plate under the stream of water. He started to quickly circle your clit, a moan leaving your lips. Forgetting to wash the plate, you threw your head back onto his shoulder. He moved his open hand to your entrance, pushing his large fingers into you.

"Did I say to stop, pet?" He asked, another moan left your mouth at the new nickname.

"N-no, sir." You responded, grabbing a sponge to scrub the plate.

Satisfied with your compliance, he continued to move his hands. You finished with the plate you were working on, grabbing the final plate and moving it under the water. The loud stomps from the hallway pulled Aaron from you, stepping back a few paces. Jack came bounding into the living room, not giving the two of you a second glance. Once done with the plate, you turned around to see Hotch's fingers in his mouth, sucking your arousal off his digits.

"Unfortunately for me, I cannot stay to finish what you started." You told him, crossing the kitchen to stand in front of him. You gave him a quick kiss before making your way to the front door, opening it while saying goodbye to Jack. Before you could get down the stairs, you heard the door open again. Hotch stepped out, walking down to meet you. He grabbed you by the waist, pressing a firm kiss against your lips. You gladly kissed him back.