You hear his car in the driveway, and he hears the whirr of the jacuzzi. The jet system has always been a little bit loud, but if you close your eyes and tip your head back, it drowns out into a nice dull hum.

You lift your head lazily to grin at him when he comes in through the back gate, briefcase in hand and suit jacket slung over his arm. He returns the smile, nodding at what little he can see of you, "Late night swim?"

"Yeah. 'Couldn't sleep, so I ran over here. Hope you don't mind."

Your grin is sheepish, but he shakes his head, and you're not anxious anymore. He latches the gate with a sigh, "I'm happy to see you're relaxing, I know you said you've been stressed lately."

"Mhm," You groan, tilting your head back again to rest it against the wall, "Oh- Aaron?"

"Yeah?"

You hear the scrape of the sliding glass door, peeking one eye open to glance at him as he steps inside, "I forgot a towel. Can I borrow one of yours?"

"Of course," He nods, "I'll grab one now."

You let yourself relax while he's gone, probably rummaging in his linen cabinet for a towel that isn't ragged. The jet hammers hot water into your back that eases out the knots there, and your chin dips slightly too low as you sink into the water, dipping into the frothy bubbles.

"Here," Aaron's voice startles you, and you jolt slightly where you're sitting. You're not sure that the movement exposes your bare shoulders, but what does is when you reach for the towel in his hand, patting your face dry.

"Thanks," You smile lazily up at him, "You wanna join?"

He's definitely noticed your lack of clothing now. You can tell he's trying not to look, his jaw tightening as he stares you in the eyes, deliberating.

"You're stressed toooo," You remind him, "Wouldn't this help?"

He's fighting himself. You know he is, you see the conflict in his eyes, brows nearly dipping down over them as he tries making the best choice. You're well aware he's trying not to take advantage of you, but you suppose it's not really taking advantage of someone if they plotted it in the first place. You're ready and willing, he won't be in the wrong if he says yes.

“Yeah Spence, I don’t know if you know this, but nothing we do for work is sexy or would let me do that.”

Aaron watches you closely as you roll your eyes when Beth leaves, there’s an unmistakable smirk on his face.

“We don’t actually have case work today.” Spencer supplies just as Aaron walks over.

“We have team building today, Y/n, you’re with me.”

You don’t have time to argue because your ‘friends’ are all giggling and pairing up.

You try real hard to hold your tongue. To not say a thing about the fact that he’s requested you to be with him when he’s just had whoever Beth is to him, leave.

But then Aaron buckles you in and grabs your waist.

“You have a girlfriend, Aaron.” you slap away his hand and he scoffs.

He doesn’t say a word to your accusation that comes like a fact.

At his silence you sigh, “I’m serious Aaron, I’m not the other woman.”

He laughs then, “Who would ever make you the other woman?”

That’s all he says for the entire ride. Letting the radio fill the silence instead.

“C’mon,” he says softly, parking in front of an escape room.

Again, Aaron’s hand moves to your waist.

Between his touches and Derek’s words from earlier, your mind is becoming muddled and you’re not sure what to trust.

“I have a boyfriend,” you blurt and he scoffs.

“No you don’t,” he’s not sure what to believe, you’re confident and sure as you speak, but he’s never heard you mention him before.

You can see the confusion on his face and feel slightly bad for it, but you can’t deny the way it empowers you a little to see him on the end of envy.

“Yes, so you can’t do that.”

You brush your nose and sigh deeply when his hand pulls away.

“Pairs?” Derek suggests when you’re all inside and you laugh.

“Yeah, you’re still with me.” Aaron says and you shake your head.

“I can keep my hands to myself.” he promises and you relent.

You start the escape room as normal, conversation mainly centered around looking for clues and whatnot when Aaron can’t help himself.

“So, when did you meet this boyfriend?” you shake your head to conceal your smile. Spencer was right, and you didn’t even have to flirt with anyone.

“A couple months ago.” you lie and Aaron nods, not saying anything else as you go back to looking for clues.

“And it’s serious?”

“Aaron, do I ask you about Beth?”

He laughs and you brush your nose again.

“No but you always want to say something.”

You sputter for an answer. Aaron turns to face you, hands in his pockets as he takes a step towards you.

“Before you deny it, we’re all profilers.” he says softly as you take a step back.

“Is that why you wear this zip up? To try to profile my reactions?”

Your back hits a wall just as Aaron takes a final step towards you. One of his hands leaves his pockets to bracket you between himself and the wall.

“Maybe,”

“Or maybe you’re the one hung up on us? Trying to keep some part of me close to you, even though we haven’t been together for months.” Aaron’s eyes flash of hurt and then something else that’s gone too quickly for you to break down.

“Maybe you’re the one hung up on us. Always watching when Beth comes by, face set and always clenching your jaw. Were you mad when she came over today and couldn’t stop touching me? Touching your name on my sleeve?”

If this is the hill Aaron wants to die on, you’re not going to stop him.

“You didn’t let her actually.” you should stop there but he’s made his bed.

“Are you mad Aaron? Mad that I’m with someone else and they get to have me all to themselves? Mad that I’m no longer yours?”

His eyes darken and his other hand holds onto your hip.

“You’re still mine.” he mutters, lips pressing into your jaw as he trails down to your neck. “You don’t have a boyfriend,” he whispers, tracing a pattern down to that spot just behind your ear that makes your knees weak. “Do you? Every time you spoke about him, you brushed your nose.”

Aaron can see the gears turning in your head as he pulls away. You want to carry on with the lie, desperately- you don’t want to seem like you’re hung up on him.

“Beth’s not my girlfriend.” he reveals and your eyes narrow. “Honest.”

“I don’t have a boyfriend.” His smirk is wicked as his nose nudges yours then.

“You’re still mine,” he whispers, lips brushing yours, smirking when you crane your head up to follow his mouth.

You hazard a chance at being a brat, “No, not at all.”

“We’ll see, sweetheart.” Aaron’s kiss is rough and dominating, lips hot against yours as his hips pin yours to the wall.

He tacks hickeys as he goes down your neck, delighting in your whimpers and huffs.

“My poor girl, you been all wound up?” you don’t respond, and Aaron knows why, he can hear your heartbeat in your neck and it’s erratic. Anything you say will be a whimper.

“Not here, Aaron.” you manage the words without a whimper and he grins.

“We’ve got an hour left. Cameras are off, complete privacy.” his whispers, ready to get you out of the room, yet take you right there at the same time.

“One hour? You lost your touch Hotchner?” he growls and you giggle.

“You’ll still be coming twice in an hour, don’t see a problem there sweetheart.” you whimper at the gravely tone to his words.

“Please.” the thought of multiple orgasms not given by yourself, has your head spinning.

“Now you have manners.” he scoffs, hands swift in undoing your jeans and tugging them down your legs.

Aaron smirks when your legs part and expose your drenched underwear.

“You’ve been needing me huh, sweetheart?” his fingers rub up and down over the wet spot making you mewl.

You refuse to answer and he stops. “Aaron, stop teasing.” you whine and he laughs.

“You know how this goes.” you do very well, but you also know winding him up just a little tighter will make for a good hour.

But at a cost.

“No, just want you now.” you say, eyes locked on his, as he starts to smirk. Aaron’s hand tugs the drenched underwear to the side before snapping it back in place. “Do you like this pair?” he asks and you shake your head.

Almost instantly, he rips the underwear off and tucks them into his back pocket.

“Mine,” he whispers just as he slips one finger into you, eyes tracking every one of your movements.

Still paying the defiant role, you shake your head. “No.”

“Really?” he slips another finger in and twists his wrist in a way that makes your toes curl. “C’mon sweetheart, don’t go quiet on me now.”

Your head falls back in a long moan when his thumb rolls your clit, your body jumping to meet his palm.

“There we go,” he coos, lips catching yours when he speeds up his thrusts. “Atta girl,” yours hips buck into his fingers.

“Aaron,” you rip your lips away from his to cry out his name, only serving as an ego boost for him as he repeats the same motion.

“I’m close.” you whine, hips meeting his palm with every thrust of his wrist.

“Who’s are you?” he whispers and you clamp your mouth shut, fingers finding his woolly sleeve and brushing the embroidery there.

Aaron shakes his head, “Tell me,” you can’t, not yet. Not till he says it first.

In turn of your silence he rubs your clit meanly and your eyes roll back before you can stop yourself.

He pulls out of you to ruin your organs with a dark chuckle. “That’s mean,” you whine and he nods.

Aaron reaches for his belt and pauses,

“Do you still want to?” he asks, other hand cupping your cheek as he waits for an answer.

“I need you Aaron, please.” you whine and he shakes his head.

“You have me, needy girl. Do you want me to fuck you?” you moan at the question and Aaron chuckles.

“Yes please, want you inside of me.”

He lines up easily, pulling one of your legs over his waist before pausing.

“Condom?” he asks and you shake your head.

“No please, I’m clean. Got my injection last week.” all your words are slurred whines and whispers, desperate for Aaron to just fit into you.

“Okay baby,” he pushes in and all you can do is grip onto his sweater.

“Fuck,” you whine, clenching around his cock as he stands perfectly still.

“Almost forgot how good you feel,” his praises are all breathy and low, messing the contents of your head up further when he starts thrusting.

“Aaron,” you cry, head slumping forward to his chest as he angles his hips.

“Yeah I know, sweetheart. S’good.”

Your arms go around his shoulders when he keeps the same speed, your jaw slack as Aaron coaxes pleasure from every part of your body.

He holds onto your back and pulls you off the wall, letting your body drop further on his cock.

“Fuck,” he moans, hands squeezing your thighs as he switches between thrusting into you and dropping you on his cock.

“Close,” your eyes fall heavy when three fingers fall to your clit.

“Aaron!” you squeal when his hips shift just slightly. Each of his thrusts push against that gummy part of your cunt that makes your legs shake.

His hand grabs your cheek, pushing your face up so he can see you.

“You’re mine,” he growls and your heart quickens. “Only mine.” his hips keep brushing the spot but his hand falls away from your clit.

“No no no,” you whimper and he smiles.

“Say it sweetheart, or you don’t come at all.” your eyes widen and you bite your lip.

His stare is intense and saying it feels like an admission outside of just sex.

“You’re mine.” you say instead and Aaron smiles.

“Why else do I wear this damn quarter zip? All yours.” tears pool in your eyes and Aaron pushes his forehead into yours.

“M’all yours.” you whimper and he grins.

“Damn right,” his thrusts go deeper and your tears fall, Aaron’s mouth reaching for yours before he mumbles, “Let me feel you.”

You’re both spent, sweat beading down your back as Aaron pulls out of you and watches his spend drip down your thigh.

“She really isn’t my girlfriend. Derek enlisted her help in getting you to admit your feelings.” Aaron uses your tattered underwear to clean the mess before shoving them back into his pockets.

He helps pull back on your jeans when you confess, “Reid and Derek suggested I flirt with someone else to get you to retaliate.”

He shakes his head and kisses just above your waistband before buttoning it up.

“Did you mean it? I don’t know if I’ll survive if this is a one time thing.” Your heart’s all laid out as he stands and Aaron cradles your face.

“I am all yours, till I take my last breath.” you smile slow and so does Aaron. “And you?”

“Forever Aaron.” he kisses you then, slow and sweet.

“Are you lovebirds done? We’re all starving!” Morgan bangs on the door and you laugh as you pull away, head falling to Aaron’s chest again.

“I have a different shirt for you in the van.” Aaron whispers as you reach for the door.

“I’m so glad you’re back together by the way. Beth was doing too much.” Derek says and you push his shoulder, Spencer hiding behind Emily to block your punch.

When you get in the van, Aaron reaches into the glove compartment and pulls out your old quarter zip up. One that was almost a twin to Aaron’s, but with his initials on your sleeve.

“I was looking for this, you jerk.” you murmur and he laughs, a kiss to your forehead as he clips you in.

“Slip it on, I wanna match.” he says and you roll your eyes.

“I forgot how possessive you are.”