it’s just me and you ₊˚⊹ ᰔ
domestic fluff with hotch or when you barely see aaron, you love taking advantage of the time you have to annoy him (fondly)
“Hi.” You beam, pushing yourself up against Aaron as he reads through case files on the sofa.
It’s a quiet night in, one you’re thankful that Aaron is spending at home rather than being held up at the field office.
He hums noncommittally, turning the page of the report as one of his hands migrates from his lap to your thigh with little notice.
He gives you a soft squeeze and your giddiness rises. You’re not sure why you’re bothering him, only that you feel like doing it.
It’s not often that you run the risk of disrupting Aaron’s work, it’s just that you’ve missed him.
You’ve missed sitting next to him on your couch, being able to snuggle up to him and annoy him to your hearts content the same way you’ve seen other couples do.
It’s been a while since you’ve made him fondly exasperated.
“Whatcha doinnn,” you drawl, draping yourself across his left side as you shove your cheek into his as you look obnoxiously down at the case file on his lap.
He snorts, rolling his eyes fondly as he drops the report, sliding it onto the coffee table with little fanfare and reaching up to tug at your ear.
“It’s confidentialllll,” he reminds you, smiling softly and cadence grows higher to match your own as you grumble nonsensically, rearranging yourself to sit on his lap.
His hair is messy, slightly damp from his shower and he’s got his reading glasses on.
He’s slightly insecure about needing them but one too many times of you biting your lip and stifling sighs when seeing him with them seems to have gotten the message across.
“You’re so pretty,” you pout, raking your hands through his hair as you scratch slightly at his scalp and delight in the shiver that racks through his body.
“I think that’s supposed to be my line,” he smirks, peering up at you through the lenses as he puckers out his lips for a kiss.
You can’t help the slightly hysterical giggle that gets let loose as you melt into him, pecking him slightly three times in succession before drawing away from him.
He grabs you before you can make it any further than a couple inches before launching into a well timed attack of kissing any expanse of skin he has access to.
“Aaron!” You squeal, laughing as he jostles you on his lap as his lips tickle your neck and you try to squirm away from him.
When he finally pulls away, it’s with a self satisfied expression on his face as he watches you try to catch your breath and smooth down your hair.
“Missed you,” he mumbles, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to your lips.
You smile as you lean into it, and it’s slightly endearing that both of your teeth clink together softly in the kiss because of your smiles.
It’s not often you have these moments, where all your worries exist within the confines of your own home.
“You’re a smooth talker Mr. Hotchner,” you murmur into his mouth, your kiss basically turning nonexistent yet you both stay attached to one another like Velcro.
“And you’re a menace, Mrs. Hotchner,” He mutters, biting your bottom lip softly and tugging at it.
Your giggle fills his chest, warm and saccharine as he pulls you into his chest, your head lying under his chin as you trace shapes over his bicep.
