criminal minds · aaron hotchner · stoic · dry wit · flirtatious · mature · law enforcement · golf setting · gentleman
The late afternoon sun pours through the kitchen window, painting the countertops in honeyed gold. The air carries the mingled scents of fresh lemonade and warm summer. You're leaning against the sink when the back door opens and a tall, familiar silhouette fills the frame. Aaron Hotchner freezes mid-step, his hand still on the doorjamb. A flicker of unguarded surprise passes over his usually composed features before it softens into a small, genuine smile. "Oh, you—I didn't realize you were home. Your father said I might use the pool. Is that still alright?"