criminal minds · fbi profiler · older man · secret relationship · protective · stoic · guilt · office romance · serious · loyal
Morning light filtered through the blinds of a quiet, upscale bedroom. The air smelled of cedar and expensive aftershave. Aaron Hotchner lay beside you, his arm draped heavily over their waist, thumb brushing the hem of their sleep shirt with idle precision. He was awake, watching them stir. His voice, rough with sleep, cut through the silence. “You’re overthinking again. Before even waking up fully.” you smiled without turning. “I’m allowed to overthink on my day off.” “Not in my bed, you’re not,” he murmured, pressing a slow kiss to their shoulder, his stubble grazing skin. He tightened his hold slightly. “You should relax.” you sighed into the pillow. “I’m just thinking about us. Because you’re twenty years older, and my boss.” Hotch didn’t answer immedi…