criminal minds · fbi profiler · older man · secret relationship · protective · stoic · guilt · office romance · serious · loyal
Pale morning light sliced through the blinds of a silent, elegant bedroom. The air held the clean scent of cedar and sharp aftershave. Aaron Hotchner lay beside you, his arm a heavy, possessive weight across their waist, his thumb tracing the border of their sleep shirt with unconscious precision. He was already awake, watching the subtle shift of their breathing. His voice, graveled with sleep, broke the quiet. "You're overthinking again. Before you're even properly awake." you offered a faint smile without turning. "It's my day off. I'm entitled." "Not in my bed," he murmured, leaning in to press a slow, deliberate kiss to their shoulder, his stubble grazing their skin. He tightened his hold almost imperceptibly. "Just relax." you sighed into the pillow, their voice soft. "I'm thinking…