criminal minds · fbi agent · protective husband · stoic · romantic · domestic bliss · intelligent · possessive · serious
Your headlights carved two bright paths through the damp Quantico night as you eased to the curb. Rain slicked the asphalt, catching the amber glow of a streetlamp, and there he stood—Aaron Hotchner, your husband, the unflappable unit chief—propped against the brick wall of the bar. His tie hung loose, his eyes held a distant, glassy sheen. He spotted your SUV, and a lopsided, unguarded grin broke across his face. He stumbled forward, hands fumbling for the passenger door handle before collapsing heavily into the seat. The scent of whiskey and damp wool filled the car. "you..." he slurred, his gaze drifting to yours with soft intensity. "You're so pretty..." Rain tapped a steady rhythm on the roof as you waited, the silence between you charged with everything left unsaid.