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Just One More Night, Part Five

Aaron Hotchner x Reader Series

hey guys! long time no see! i’ve missed you all! i hope this extra long chapter makes up for my time away. i’m going to try to get back in to posting. i hope you all enjoy, much love babies <3

warnings: cursing, mentions of/nightmares of traumatic sexual assault/torture, SMUT (sub!hotch, oral), normal criminal minds stuff

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Away from home was when the nightmares seemed to be worse. Out of your bed, your room, your home. Your safe place helped keep them away. Not only did your home help, but your other safe space was never far away. However, tonight was different. Aaron was out on a stakeout and wouldn’t be back to the hotel for at least a couple more hours. You felt bad to even consider calling him when he was doing something so vital to the outcome of the case.

You couldn’t go back to sleep right away. Usually, you would, but that’s only because Aaron helped lull you back to sleep, one way or another. The nightmares started to change, the only reason for it seeming to be to keep you on your toes. Lately, you’d be in the same place you have been, except the room is bigger, expanding into a hallway. Doors lined the walls, screaming coming from behind all of them. They were your screams. There seemed to be no escape other than to find the correct door – the door without you and your captor behind it – or wake yourself up somehow. It was hard to remind yourself nothing you saw was real when everything was as traumatizing as it was.

You rose from the bed, heart rate still high and your breathing still ragged and uneven. The clock beside your bed shone bright with neon green numbers. Three-whatever in the morning. You sighed. Garcia, the only other person who knew how bad your mind plagued you, would likely be asleep. You started pacing back and forth, likely to piss off whoever slept below you. Not that you cared. You walked into the bathroom, hoping a warm shower would help calm your nerves. You stripped out of your clothes, turning the water on and waiting on it to warm up. Your eyes wandered to your reflection in the mirror.

The scars on your chest jumped out at you like your own personal notepad of trauma, every mark like the scraggle of a permanent marker. A reminder of something you feared your mind may never recover from. Your fingers lightly traced over them, the memories flooding back all at once. Tears welled up in your eyes, falling down your cheeks quickly. A sob broke from deep down inside your chest. You covered your mouth in an attempt to silence yourself; you knew how thin the walls were and your teammates were in the rooms on either side of you.

You climbed in the shower, despite still crying your eyes out, and stood under the water, trying to breathe through it. You used the hotel’s shampoo, giving yourself a scalp massage in an effort to calm yourself down. Rinsing it from your hair, you almost picked up the conditioner; the ringing from your phone distracted you. Quickly, you pulled the curtain back and read the contact name. It was Aaron.

You scrambled to dry your hands and face, answering the phone. “Hotch? Are you okay?” You heard him laugh on the other end.

“Yeah, baby. I forgot my hotel key in the car and don’t feel like going back down. Can you let me in?” You sighed an internal sigh of relief.

“Yeah, just give me a sec.” You hung up the phone, turning off the water and stepping out. You dried off hastily, wrapping the towel around your body and hurrying to the door. Without even checking, you swung the door open and you were greeted with a heavy-eyed Aaron Hotchner. He smiled softly at you, wrapping you in a hug. The only thing you could think of was how you were still dripping wet and you’d likely be getting him and his clothes the same.

He didn’t care in the least; he was just glad to have you in his arms. He pulled back, still embracing you. His eyes flickered over you, the dim light from the hall behind him illuminating you. “Sorry to interrupt your shower.”, he muttered, seeming to just now realize you were wet and dressed in only a towel. You chuckled.

“It’s okay. I was done anyway.”, you replied, cradling his face in your hand. It had been several hours separated from him, but it felt like forever. He shut the door without letting go of you, locking it and never breaking eye contact. His lips were soon on yours, the kiss sloppy and tired yet soft at the same time. You reciprocated, melting against his body. Your arms fell lazily over his shoulders as he hoisted you up, your legs wrapped around his body. The towel started slipping down your chest, threatening to fully expose you.

Whatever he carried in was forgotten at the door, his focus on something much more important now. Aaron sat down on the edge of the bed, and you seated yourself in his lap. His lips wandered from yours and down your chest. You sighed with content. “Long night?”, you whispered. He pulled back and looked into your eyes. The dark circles gave you your answer. He nodded, sighing and pulling you into a hug. He buried his face in your chest.

“Was a waste, we didn’t see anything.” You stroked your fingers through his hair, earning a sigh from him. You could feel his body relax against yours; he peppered lazy kisses on your chest, his lips making their way to your now-exposed breasts. A hum of pleasure slipped from your lips as he left what would come to be hickeys on the cups of your breasts.

“You act like you missed me or something.”, you muttered, running your hands down his neck and slipping them under his jacket, shrugging it off of him. He helped, moving his arms out of the sleeves. He chuckled deeply at your words, the vibrations sending waves through your body.

“Baby, it was like torture sitting in a car where nobody could see me and you weren’t there to help me pass the time. Reminded me too much of our many nights together…”, he trailed off. The memories came flooding back, riling you up. “I couldn’t help but notice how completely naked you are. You know I can feel you…pulsing against me, right?”

No, you didn’t know that. Your neck and face grew hot with embarrassment. He pulled back from your chest to see how flustered you’d gotten, because of course he knew his effect on you. He smirked, kissing your lips passionately. He cupped your face in his hands, pulling away from your lips. “(Y/N), don’t think I’m not feeling the same way you are right now.”, he said in a low voice. You smiled. He was right. His boner was pushing against his jeans. The tired Aaron you met at the door was long gone. He was awake, in more ways than one now.

He couldn’t stand it anymore; he entrapped your lips in his, kissing you like it was what he had to do to live. His hands ripped the towel from between the two of you, letting it fall to the ground. Your hands slipped under his black polo t-shirt, running your hands over his stomach. You wanted to feel every inch of him. Plus, it wasn’t fair you were already naked and he was still fully clothed. You fisted your hands in his shirt as he softly bit your lower lip, a moan slipping from your lips. “Aaron…”

“Shhh, honey. These walls are thin, you know.” Almost as a challenge to stay silent, he trailed a hand down to your breast, massaging it slowly. You bit your lip, holding back a moan. He pinched your nipple between his fingers, still massaging. Two could play at this game. You let out the moan you’d been holding, grinding your hips against his. You dropped your head to whisper in his ear: “Let them hear us.” In a quick motion, he pinned you to the bed, arms above your head. It took you by surprise, a gasp escaping your lips.

“Then we’ll give them a show.” He attacked your neck, peppering kisses all over you. You giggled, and you felt him smile against your skin. He scooped you up in his arms, earning more surprised giggling from you. He held you in his arms, your legs wrapped around his waist, and he backed you against the wall. His lips met yours for the millionth time, kissing you as he worked himself out of his pants. Your fingers ran along the seam at the bottom of his shirt, and his hands met yours as he helped you pull it off of him. He discarded the shirt somewhere random, it’s location to be worried about later. The rest of his clothes joined it, landing wherever they may.

There he stood in front of you, naked, for the millionth time. With Aaron, though, every time felt like the first time. You admired the way the light from the bathroom highlighted his features, how it traced along every scar and blemish that you loved so much and knew so well. You held his face in your hands, running your thumb across his cheeks. “Why’re you looking at me like that, (Y/N)?”, he asked you softly, his arms wrapping around your waist.

You gave him a small smile, running your fingers through his hair. “Just in awe that you’re so beautiful. And that you’re mine…” The look in his eyes changed right before you; it was a look you could only describe as predatory. He looked at you like you were something to eat, and he hadn’t eaten in what feels like a billion years.

“Then let me show you who I belong to.”, he all but growled in your ear. That sent a shiver down your spine. “Tell me where you want to do this, right here? Or the bed?” You thought about it. Aaron, fully at your mercy? This was very different, which isn’t to say it never happened; it’s happened plenty of times over the last several months, but you weren’t expecting it tonight.

“I’d say we got a good thing going right here, don’t you think?”, you asked him slyly, settling into your role. He nodded at you. You spread your legs for him, gently placing one of your legs over his shoulders. He held it there, his other hand drifting over your skin. He started placing kisses all over your thighs, his lips slowly making their way to your inner thighs, just barely grazing past your pussy. You bit your lip, stifling your moan. His eyes met yours from the floor, his lips working away at leaving a hickey on your inner thigh.

“Are you teasing me, Aaron?”, you ask him, your voice dropping to a low whisper. He smiled against your skin.

“Only if you want me to be. You know you can just say the word.”, he whispered back, continuing his trail of kisses. You sucked in a breath when his mouth wandered further up, working his magic there.

Your hands searched for something, anything, to hang on to. One hand found the corner of the wall, the other fisted in his hair, which only seemed to ebb him on even more. He moaned against you, sending vibrations through your entire body. Soon, you found it hard to continue standing on your own; you were shifting your weight between Aaron and the wall. Maybe you should’ve picked the bed.

Your breaths were ragged as he didn’t stop what he was doing, just as you asked. You felt like reality was melting away around you, just as it always did with him. You felt all of your muscles start to tense up, and you stopped breathing for just a second as the familiar feeling of an orgasm started rippling through your veins. After the knot in your stomach uncoiled, you all but fell over on him. But of course, he knew better, wrapping you up in his arms. His forehead rested on yours now, his eyes still holding that same look from before. You placed a lazy kiss on his lips, not even caring that you tasted yourself on his tongue.

“Are you up for more, (Y/N)? I’m not done showing you who I belong to…”, he trailed off, kissing your neck and behind your ear. A laugh slipped from your lips.

“What?”, he asked with a smile, meeting your eyes. You sighed, a smile playing on your lips.

“I’m gonna be tired tomorrow, aren’t I?”, you asked, knowing the answer. He smirked at you, humming in an affirming tone.

“Well, in that case, I have an idea of what you can do next…”

The next morning, you woke up to the alarm you knew all too well sounding off on the nightstand next to you. An arm that was draped over you lifted to silence it, then fell over you again, pulling your body closer to his. A smile graced your lips as you remembered the events of last night. How he knew what you needed without you having to say a word baffled you every time. Your eyes opened to the sun lighting up the room, casting an orange glow on everything. It was just waking up. Your eyes flickered across the room. Everything after a night with Aaron always looked different in the morning sun.

Your towel and his clothes were strewn about the room, his shoes, and bag left at the door. There were a few condom wrappers on the other nightstand, the used ones discarded into the trash can by the bed. Leave it to Aaron to be tidy with the few things that mattered in the heat of the moment. A pair of handcuffs hung from the bedpost; the two of you were careful to move the bed away from the wall, to prevent damage to it. Or excessive noise.

Hotch’s tie had been used in the same sense as well, doubling as a blindfold if needed. They hung neatly next to each other. Suddenly, he stirred next to you, pulling you from your reminiscing of last night. He groaned, turning over and sitting up in bed. You turned to face him, propping yourself up on your elbow. He was rubbing his jaw, his dark eyebrows knit together in the middle of his forehead. You smirked before asking, “What’s wrong?”

But you already knew what was wrong, and he knew you did too. He sent you a glare, which only made your smile grow wider. His walls eventually crashed and he smiled back at you. “Listen,”, you started to say, “you’re the one who insisted on pleasuring me last night. So I don’t want to hear it.” Suddenly, he was towering over you, his arms on either side of you.

“That’s why they make Advil, honey. Like I’d ever complain about making love to you.”, he muttered, placing his lips on yours. The kiss was soft and sweet and you melted right into it, wrapping your arms around his neck. He sat up, taking you with him and pulling you into his lap. Your lips melded together, moving with rhythm against each other. Your fingers started running through his messy hair, his hands trailing down your body like he’d never felt your skin against his before.

The alarm on Aaron’s phone rang through the room again, making the two of you jump. He sighed against your skin, placing one last kiss on your lips. You slid off of his lap as he leaned over and turned it off. “Guess we’d better start our day.”, he muttered. He stood up, wearing not a thing, and sporting a hard-on.

“You can’t exactly start your day like that.”, you remarked. You could swear there was a blush creeping up his cheeks. He turned to face you.

“Well, is there something you’d like to do about it? Since it’s your fault in the first place?” You smiled and got up, standing in front of him. You took his hand, leading him to the bathroom.

“I have an idea. Let’s multitask.”, you said, shutting the door behind you and reaching into the shower to turn the water on. A smile crept onto his lips, and he kissed you passionately, the room quickly steaming up. And not only from the hot water.

After a quick…shower, the two of you and the team were at the local police station to start work. Adrenaline pumped through your veins; this was one of your first cases on the team without JJ, as she’d gone on maternity leave. You knew what to do, but to apply it was a little more nerve-wracking. The presence of your friends, however, eased your nerves a bit.

Aaron led the way through the police station, the rest of you in suit. You all filed into a mostly empty conference room. Boxes of files and folders alike littered the table. What a hell of a case to start on, you thought to yourself.

Two teenage girls went missing within two weeks. Luckily for everyone involved, the local police noticed a pattern right away. Each girl was left, no, discarded somewhere she wasn’t likely to be found. Like, a dumpster, or the woods, for example. And both girls were dressed in clothes that didn’t belong to them, and in something they likely weren’t wearing when they went missing.

“Prom dresses?”, you had asked aloud when the case was first presented to you. Sure enough…

“Yeah, I know. It’s weird, right? Both dresses came from different thrift stores, each shop an hour away from each other. The same state though.”, Garcia had said.

“Looks like someone was trying to cover his tracks. Different shops, different dump sites…”, Morgan chimed in as the rest of the team poured over all the evidence the police had collected so far.

“I wouldn’t be so sure it’s a guy. Maybe it’s a woman, trying to live vicariously through these girls.”, Prentiss had inferred.

“I don’t know, though, with this sexual assault on the victims? Seems too violent to be female.”, Rossi noted, turning his lip up at the pictures from the autopsy.

The conversation continued like this for another half hour, while you, Reid, and Aaron sat in silence, working the case in your heads. The talk had died down as everyone else was studying the files.

Suddenly, Hotch broke the silence, asking that Morgan and Reid go to the morgue to further investigate the bodies and that Dave and Prentiss visit the parents of the girls to try to get an idea of what kind of person they might be looking for. Leaving the two of you to piece together all the bits of information you’d been left with.

Two hours, several cups of coffee, and some stolen kisses later, the two of you had made some decent progress. Seemingly out of the blue, Aaron asked how you were feeling.

“I’m fine, why?”, you replied, leaning against the conference table and facing the bulletin board. Your eyes floated over the board, making sure you didn’t miss anything. You turned your head to look over at him, as he sat down in the chair at the head of the table.

He shrugged lightly. “It’s your first big case.”, he stated simply, wrapping a hand around your knee. “I just wanted to check on my girl.” He lightly squeezed your leg, and a smile crept onto your lips.

“You’re very sweet, Aaron.”, you muttered, running a hand over his shoulder and down his back.

“I know you’re probably nervous about your press conference but I don’t want you to be.” You turned your body to face him, leaning your arm on the table. “You have nothing to worry about. You’ll do great.” You smiled down at him.

“Are you sure?”, you asked softly. He looked up at you, smiling.

“Of course I am. You’re amazing, and you learned from the best. I’m not sure there isn’t anything you couldn’t do.” He interlaced his fingers with yours, squeezing your hand. You lifted his hand to your mouth, placing a soft kiss on his knuckle.

“After the team gets back and we start working on a profile, I’m gonna have you do a little bit of talking. The unsub needs to know we’re on to him, it’ll fuel his ego and he’ll let his guard down.”

You nodded, your gaze falling to your lap as a wave of anxiety washed over you. Almost as if he could sense it, Aaron squeezed your hand, still laced in his, and kissed your knuckles.

“Hey.”, he said softly, grabbing your attention. You looked over at him, his brown eyes soft like melted chocolate. “You’re going to be amazing. And I’m always right there if you need anything.” You gave him a small smile, and he stood and kissed your forehead quickly before reuniting with Rossi and Prentiss at the door.

“Anything?”, he asked them. They all took a seat, and you sat down next to Aaron, the two filling you in on their conversations with the girls’ families.

“We looked around their rooms for any secret diaries or notes to allude to the fact they might’ve met someone, but there was nothing. Not even on their laptops or on their social media.”, Prentiss said. You pondered it, then said, “What if they’re meeting in real life? He sees her online, and creates a false chance encounter, a meet-cute.”

Rossi and Hotch nod. “That’s a possibility. We’ll look into the girls’ daily schedules.”, Hotch said. He squeezed your leg under the table as if to say, ‘good job’. Butterflies flitted in your stomach at his touch; it always felt like the first time with Aaron, and you hoped it always would.

Morgan and Reid returned soon after that, and you settled in to hear the fascinating mind that is Dr. Spencer Reid.

“What did you find at the morgue?”, Hotch asked no one in particular, but you began to notice it was always Reid who spoke up, addressed or not.

“The sexual assault is much more violent than I’d realized. The coroner said that she found evidence of repeated assaults over the time the women had been held, which wasn’t very long, to begin with. She found something else interesting; the toxicology report she was still working on drew some odd conclusions.”, Reid said, looking over to Morgan, as if he were realizing he was there all along, and let him finish.

“The coroner found trace amounts of makeup on the skin, and not just any makeup.”, Morgan paused, running his hand over his face. “It was homemade and made with human remains. Skin, blood, hair, you name it. She found it on the victims.”

An eerie silence settled over the room as the information sank in.

“Um, who was made into makeup? Is it from the victims?”, you asked, voicing your first thought. Who did the killer make into beauty products? You’d be using your makeup with a different vision now.

Morgan shrugged. “It wasn’t the victims. They think it’s the unsub, but there’s not enough DNA to make anything of it, since it’s mixed with all the chemicals and such.” Everyone stewed over this new revelation, trying to make something of it.

“Why the hell would the unsub do that?”, Prentiss asked, bewildered about the whole thing. Hotch shook his head, defeated.

“Maybe you were right about it being a woman, really trying to live through these girls. Let’s look at teachers, friends’ mothers, any older women that these girls might’ve come in contact with trying to relive their past.”, Rossi said.

“Rossi, you and Reid talk to Garcia and try to find this woman. Prentiss, Morgan, (Y/L/N), we need to get together a profile and get ready to deliver it to the press.”, Hotch said, his eyes falling on you for that last part. Everyone started on their tasks and you helped the team build a profile for the unsub.

“My name is Agent (Y/N) (Y/L/N), I’m with the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI. We’re looking for a woman in her mid-thirties to early forties with potential psychosis and borderline personality disorder. She won’t be very social with peers and she may even be seen as odd or weird to an untrained eye. She may have a job like a librarian where social interaction is at a minimum. She probably drives an older van, but it’s well taken care of. If you know anyone by this description, please don’t hesitate to call the number at the bottom of your screen. Thank you for your time. Any questions?” You read over the script for what felt like the hundredth time, under your breath in the room where the press conference would be held soon. Your leg was bouncing and you were picking at your lips with your teeth. The paper almost shook in your hand.

“Anxious?”, Morgan asks two seats over from you. It takes you a moment to snap out of it and realize he’s talking to you. You give him an uneasy laugh, admitting that you were a little nervous.

“A little? It’s okay if it’s a lot, (Y/L/N).”, he said quietly, the room beginning to fill with cameras and journalists. He slid a seat down so he was sitting next to you. He took one of your hands in his. “Look at me.”, he whispered. You looked up into his dark eyes. The energy surrounding you was comforting as he softly stroked your hand in his. “You’re gonna kick it in the ass, (Y/N). You’re gonna kill it. And if you need a bailout, just tap twice on the podium, okay? I’m here for you.” You smiled at him.

“Thanks, Morgan.”, you said. He flashed that big smile of his at you and winked.

“That’s what a team is for, sweetheart.”

Thankfully, you wouldn’t need Morgan’s saving, though you were grateful it was there if you did. After taking a few breaths, you finished the monologue with your chin held high and anxiously awaited the reporter’s questions.

A man in a blue sweater seated in the second row from you raised his hand politely, and you pointed at him. He stood up, and asked, “Have there been any more abductions you can tell us about?” JJ warned you about the press being rude and unseemly, but this first interaction was sailing smoothly. You looked up at Hotch, silently asking for permission to answer the question. He gave you a small nod.

“No, no new abductions have been reported.”, you answered calmly. The rest of the questions flew by in a blink, and the camera crews and reporters slowly made their way out the door. You were standing by yourself near the stage, reorganizing your notes when the reporter in the blue sweater from before walks up to you. He seems sheepish, not meeting your eyes when he says, “Y-you carried yourself well up there.”

You smiled at him. “Thank you! That was the first time I’ve ever done that.”, you say, laughing nervously at the end of your sentence. He returns a little chuckle.

“You could’ve fooled me. You were so confident. Say, could I possibly meet up with you for coffee sometime? I’d really like some pointers on p-public speaking.” He barely met your gaze when he said this. As sweet as the words were, he was giving you an odd feeling. Your eyes quickly flickered around to find Hotch but failing to see him.

“Oh, well, that’s nice of you to offer! But we’re just passing through, we won’t be here much longer.” You could feel your heart rate rise as you tried letting him down easy, still trying to find Hotch or even Morgan. Neither was insight.

“That’s a shame. You’re very beautiful, you know. You remind me of my mother when she was in high school. She was prom queen…were you the prom queen?”, his eyes were fixed on you now, and it’s like you were frozen in place. Suddenly, you realized, you were all wrong about the profile.

This is the unsub, standing right in front of you, posing no visible threat to you. So no one notices as he grabs your wrist a little too tight, repeating his question. You can feel your pulse hammering against his hand, and you tried to break free of his grasp, but he’s much stronger than you.

Hotch suddenly appears behind the unsub, hand on his gun, handcuffs in his other hand. He stands dangerously close to the man. “Answer me, bitch, or I’ll kill you right where you stand.”, the man seethes through his teeth. Hotch suddenly grabs the man’s other wrist, making him drop your hand.

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”, Hotch says in a low voice in the man’s ear. The unsub lunges to attack you, but Aaron grabs his other wrist from the air before he can touch you, handcuffing him. The local police are nearby now, along with the rest of your team. Aaron shoves him towards the cops. “Get him out of my sight.”, he says only loud enough for a few people to hear, and you can hear the raw anger in his tone.

“Did he hurt you?”, Hotch asks, gently taking your wrist into his hands. The skin is red, and your wrist hurts, but you reassure him you’re okay. “I’m so sorry, (Y/N). I don’t know how we didn’t see it sooner.” You squeeze his hand gently.

“I’m okay, Aaron, don’t beat yourself up over it. We got him, didn’t we?”, you whisper as he pulls you into a side hug. The rest of your team gathers around you, asking if you’re okay and what he said to you. You told them what happened and you can see Hotch’s fist clench at his side.

“Oh my god, (Y/N). I’m just glad you’re okay.”, Emily says. You just shrug it off, smiling.

“If you guys weren’t here, I wouldn’t have been. I’m afraid to think about what might’ve happened.”, your voice gets softer as you go on, your mind bringing back the memories from your last encounter with an unsub. They’re quickly shooed away as Morgan mentions grabbing a bite to eat at a local Chinese restaurant.

Of course, you all agree and pile in the SUVs to head over to the place. You and Hotch end up in one by yourselves, your hands intertwined on the center console between the two of you. His thumb softly strokes over your hand. A sigh escaped his lips. You look over at him, the light of the setting sun casting a faint orange glow on his skin. “What’s on your mind?”, you ask him quietly.

“I keep thinking about what would’ve happened if I wasn’t there for you today. If he caught you at our hotel or-“, he said, cutting himself off. He couldn’t even say it aloud. You squeezed his hand.

“Hey. Listen to me.”, you say, “The point is, you were there. And I’m not afraid of an unsub anymore, not with you by my side. I knew you were going to be there for me.”

“But what if I can’t be there?”, he asks, his voice almost breaking.

“Hotch…don’t worry about me. I’ll be okay.” He parks the car in front of the restaurant. The other members of the team hadn’t arrived yet. He turns the car off, not saying anything for what feels like forever. He looks over at you, taking your face in his hand and kissing you. A warm feeling flows over you, your free hand wandering up his neck and into his hair. A sudden chorus of muffled clapping and whistling sounds from outside of the car. You don’t need to look to know who it is, and Hotch isn’t letting you go any time soon, so you just tune them out. They can certainly wait.

And wait they did, while you made out with your boyfriend for a few minutes longer before diving into the Chinese cuisine. All of the team’s teasing went in one ear and out the other, Aaron’s hand holding yours under the table as the team ate and talked for hours. You looked forward to many more days like this.

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