#bas before he got all strong from going crazy in the wasteland...

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Some of the boys when they were young and some colored selections from sketches of @sillyandquiteawkward‘s charas (flushed emoji)

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Saturday Mornings | Aaron Hotchner

Summary: On a Saturday morning, Aaron has no plans other than making sure he gets all the kisses he wants from you. Dad! Hotch!

Warnings: Allusions to sex, Children!

Prompt:“My kiss quota for the day hasn't been filled. I need a thousand more."

A/N: Thank you anon who requested this! You fulfilled my goal of getting up another fic this week, and it’s my first fluffly Aaron fic!

Word Count: 1.1k

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Aaron Hotchner never liked waking up early. He didn’t like having to leave his bed before sunrise or sacrificing those precious last minutes in bed with you to go get ready for work. But on days where the team had time off, or even on the occasional weekend that Hotch didn’t end up in the office filing reports, he made it his mission to stay in bed as long as he could.

This morning was no exception, his body still nestled within the blankets of your shared bed, hair messy and face pressed into the pillow, as he let out small snores that made you smile softly. You swept a hand through his hair, palm caressing his cheek gently as he hummed, and subconsciously moved to nuzzle his cheek further into your touch.

The television was already blaring downstairs, your young daughter and Jack up early to catch the Saturday morning cartoons that they loved so much. Pulling yourself away from the warmth of your husband, you left the bed and shut the bedroom door behind you, attempting to give him some tiny more moments of peace before your daughter came racing upstairs for her daddy to make pancakes and for Jack to beg him for a game of football.

You knew that Aaron wouldn’t wake up for another hour at least, giving you time to give the children their bowls of cereals and flicking the TV on to whatever channel then took their fancy. Grabbing a cup from the cupboard you poured yourself a cup of coffee that you brewed while the kids fought over where they wanted to sit on the couch; with Jack giving up against his sister and letting her sit on the large leather armchair his father loved.

“And here I was hoping that I’d get to spend some more time with you in bed this morning.” Aaron startled you out of your thoughts as he stepped behind you and wrapped his strong arms around your waist, head ducking to rest in the crook of your neck.

“You know how these two are, baby. All they care about is food and tv on a Saturday morning, someone had to give in to their demands.” Your tone is teasing, and it makes Aaron grin against the skin of your neck where he’s littering small kisses, lips warm and hands snaking under the material of your sleep shirt.

“You could have woken me up, and then I would have come straight back to you…might even had a chance to try for another ba--.” Suddenly your daughter was up and racing across the living room, eyes wide as she noticed her father standing behind you, and soon the pair of you were moving away from each other so he could scoop her up in his arms, holding her tight to his chest and smothering her tiny face with kisses.

“DADDY! Jack, daddy’s awake! Will you make us pancakes?” Everyone in the family knew that your daughter had Aaron wrapped around his finger, and even he couldn’t deny that when he looked down at the girl in his arms and grinned the grin that was only reserved for her.

“What? I don’t even get a kiss from my favourite girl before she demands pancakes?” He leaned back against the counter, pouting at his daughter who only giggled and pressed her chubby hands to his face, laughing as he ducked in for kisses once again. “Oh well, I guess I’ve got all day to get the kisses I want from my favourite people.” As she started to wriggle in his arms, he gently put her down and watched her run back towards the TV, before he turned back to you.

He didn’t hesitate to back you against one of the counters then, arms bracing himself on either side of you as you leaned in closer, lips hovering inches away from yours as the both of you ignored the sounds of the TV and your children’s noises of joy as their favourite cartoon started.

And that’s when Aaron kissed you for the first time that morning, soft and sweet with a touch of need that seemed to swallow you up as his arms held you to him and his hand wandered down your waist. It was a kiss that told you everything you needed to know, that he didn’t care that you had morning breath mixed with the scent of coffee, or that your hair was still a mess after just rolling out of bed. All Aaron wanted right then was to kiss you, to feel your warm body against yours as the two of you, both parents who hardly got a moment to themselves anymore, were finally able to take a breath and relax into each other.

Pulling away, you let out a shaky breath, slightly unsteady on your feet as Aaron’s grip loosened only slightly. He smiled, teeth and all that made your stomach erupt in butterflies and your cheeks heat up.

“Good morning, sweetheart.” Pressing his forehead to yours, Aaron spoke quietly, not wanting to disturb the peace the two of you were surrounded by. You smiled, reaching up to card a hand through his hair, scratching at his scalp slightly in a way that you knew would make him go crazy, a low groan leaving his mouth as he looked back at you.

“You know, JJ is going to pick up the kids in ten to have a day with Henry and Michael, and as much as I love standing here in the kitchen with you, I think our day would be more productive back upstairs, in our bed, and under the covers.” Aaron kissed you as you spoke, stealing small breaths and making you giggle as he pulled away, brows quirking up at his suggestion.

"Well, I have absolutely no objects to that plan, baby. And do you want to know why?” You nodded in response to your husband, watching as his gaze wandered down your figure before lingering on your lips just as he stole another kiss. “My kiss quota for the day hasn't been filled. I need a thousand more."

Aaron wasn’t home in the mornings much, and he certainly wasn’t still in bed at nearly three pm on a Saturday morning, with your body on top of his and covers over your warm figures, smiling up at you with such love and want and longing that it made his mind cloud with a fog, as you pressed kisses to the side of his neck and let your hands roam his broad chest. For Aaron, this was the perfect Saturday with his favourite lover, slow, lazy, and wrapped up in so much warmth and need that neither of you ever wanted to leave.

Aaron Hotchner certainly had his kiss quota filled that day, and to his absolute joy, so, so much more. 

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