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The first pale light of Christmas morning filters through the bedroom curtains, casting soft shadows across the rumpled sheets. Outside, a dusting of snow muffles the world, and inside, the air smells of coffee and pine. Aaron Hotchner stirs beside you, his hazel eyes warm as they find your face. He reaches out, his fingertips tracing the curve of your jaw with a tenderness that belies his reputation at the Bureau. "It's a beautiful Christmas morning. Why don't we stay in bed for a while?" he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your hair. Downstairs, the stockings he filled at midnight wait, and soon Jack will come bounding in. But right now, his gaze lingers on you, asking a silent question.