#aaronhotch

Anger, a strong feeling of annoyance, displeasure, or hostility.

The only word you could use to convey the feeling burning through you.

Coming back home for Spring Break was always the plan, what wasn't part of the plan was meeting your new Step-Dad.

Your mom and your relationship was what other people would call tainted. The single mom life wasn’t what she had in mind, but what she was left with the minute her husband walked out.

She learned to play with the cards she was dealt. She did her best. She took care of you, in her own twisted way.

There was always food and a roof over your head. And there was always an above mediocre babysitter looking after you.

Independence was something you learned as soon as you could walk and talk. You two tried not to step on each other's toes.You both did your own thing but always acknowledged that at the end of the day you were mother and daughter.

You tried not to step on each other's toes and do your own thing but at the end of the day you always acknowledged that you were mother and daughter.

She was all you had and you were all she had.

One would think she had some sentiment to the fact that you were her only daughter, but nope!

She dares call you the day before you are scheduled to fly back home to tell you that she got married. That she wanted it to be a surprise but couldn’t keep it in anymore.

How could she not invite you to her wedding, even if it was a civil court thing?  How could she not tell you she was even seeing anyone?

You pestered for more details but she wanted to keep some element of the surprise/mystery. The only thing she would budge on was telling you his name.

Aaron fucking Hotchner.

Looking back at your mom’s track record, you could only imagine what pretentious asshole you were about to meet. “Lucky” for you, you didn’t have to imagine for too long; the cab you took from the airport finally pulled up to your house

You paid the fee and oh so forcefully pulled your luggage out of the trunk. You dragged your luggage, and your feet, to the door. You reluctantly knocked on the door, ready to face your mom.

All of the sudden, as the door swings open, it reveals a man. A man wearing a three piece suit. A man with such a stern face but handsome features. A man with dark short hair, tan skin, and oh so dark eyes.

All anger flows out of you as embarrassment settles in. Could you have  knocked on the wrong house?  Did your mom move houses? It would be no surprise if she kept this a secret from you too.

Realizing you have been staring for too long, you suddenly shrunk a bit. His stare was burning into you. You opened your mouth to speak, but as you did so you saw his face change from a stern gaze to a small smile appearing on his face. Not a warm smile. Some might say it was a mischievous smile.

“Ah yes, you must be Y/N. Your mom has been waiting for you. Come on in”, he bluntly speaks. gesturing for you to enter.

This man is Aaron Hotchner?!? This man is your step-dad?!?!

Entering the house, it all felt familiar. Nothing has changed. The only thing different was there was a man living in your house.

The two of you were standing in the living room. You couldn’t decide if you should play nice or not. But before any of you could speak. You heard squeals come from the hallway. Next thing you know you were bombarded with a tight hug.

“Sweetheart, you're here!”, your mom exclaimed, squeezing you tighter in the hug. Aaron made eye contact with you and his face was unreadable. Before you know it he was pulling your mom away from you. Wrapping an arm around her waist. She just smiled at him

“Now, now. Let’s let her breathe'', he spoke in an almost condescending tone. Your mom started to babble about how much she missed you. You couldn't help but notice the way he was eyeing you.

You would say it was like a predator who found its prey. But you weren't prey. It was more  like two alphas meeting, neither one willing to back down.

The anger that had been building up for the past two day was now gone.

Confusion, the state of being bewildered or unclear in one’s mind about something.

That was the emotion running through you.

How could your mom let a man like this into her life?

From the first impression you could see he was possessive, aggressive and downright serious. The total opposite of your mom’s bubbly personality. What is his end goal here?

Did he think he could just walk into their lives and stake a claim?

An awkward pause has taken place as your mom awaits for you to reply. You realized you and Aaron have been staring each other down for so long that you didn’t hear a single word she said. You think of a safe response.

“I missed you a lot Mom”, you smile.

“I love you sweetie”, she coos, squeezing you into another hug.

You let out a big breath, happy that you gave out a correct response.

She pulls back and caresses your face. Her focus is on you and on Aaron.

“ I know all of this is rushed but I am happy that you two finally get to meet”, she marvelled.

She grabs your hand and with the other one she grabs Aaron’s, bringing them close to her body,

“I am going to go pick up some food for Stewart’s and we are going to have our first family meal together”, she added before letting go of both your guys hands.

She grabs her purse and gives each of you a quick peck on the cheek before heading towards the door. And before she closes the door she exclaims,” Mingle while I am gone”

There you two were, again. Staring at each other, again.

He’s the one to break the silence first, “You don’t like me do you?’

“No, not really”, you respond.

“You don’t even know”, he concurred.

“I don’t need to know”, you say, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I am going to tell you about myself anyways. I am a scorpio. I like to golf. I am a professor at the local university. I used to work in the FBI. But after seeing one too many things, I needed out”, he spoke.

“Really? Trying to go for the sympathy approach?”, you scoffed.

You walked away into the kitchen, opening the fridge. Not particularly hungry but you needed to get out of there. Out of that conversation.

“Really? You are  going to walk away from me? I thought because your mom asked us to mingle, you were going to play nice”, he asked.

“ I am playing nice. I just thought the conversation was over.”, you lied.

“You are really protective of your mom, aren’t you?”, he said.

“So what?”, you shrug.

You turn around to realize he was standing right behind you. In a blink of an eye he has pushed you against the fridge, pinning you to it, arms of his trapping you in. You would have pushed him away, but your body froze. Scared that your body was betraying you, you decided to look at your feet, not wanting to convey any emotion towards him.

“So, I am curious. Who protects you, who takes care of your needs'', he says, lifting your chin up with a finger. You see his mischievous grin as your eyes roam up to meet his. And as your eyes lock with his, you almost want to let your guard down. Almost.

Quickly smack his hand away, “I do.”, you state.

You walk away from him and back to the living room to grab your suitcase. Then you march upstairs to go to your room. Not before shouting out,” Tell my mom I am not hungry. I am calling it a night.”

You can hear a barely audible laugh come from him as you enter your room. You place your luggage next to your door before you flop onto your bed. As you lay in bed, you stare up at the ceiling. Your hand goes to touch the place on your chin where his finger was. His touch left a burning feeling there and his touch made you feel a burning feeling down at your core.

Disappointment, sadness or dispelasure caused by the nonfullliment of one’s hopes or expectations.

That’s the emotion circling your body,

But why?

Are you disappointed his touch didn't last longer?

Are you disappointed you didn't continue the conversation?

Are you disappointed that you feel a bit aroused by him?

Are you disappointed he is married to your mom”

Or

Are you disappointed that you are feeling/thinking these things at all?

There’s no use racking your brain around. He doesn't deserve your time and energy. You get up and change from your airport outfit to some pj’s. Hopefully with some sleep your mind will be cleared.

You woke up to the sun hitting your face. You let out a groan wishing the sun didn't exist. You tossed and turned, trying to get more sleep but it was no use. Leaning over, your clock read 10 am. Now is as good a time as ever to start your day.

You waddled your way downstairs, in dire need of coffee. Making your way into the kitchen, you find your mom leaning over the counter sipping on a cup of coffee. You head to the coffee machine and mumble a good morning. Morning Y/N meant grumpy Y/N.

“Morning sweetie”, your mom said in a bittersweet tone.

You knew that she was  upset about last night, not having the family dinner she wanted.

“Mom, I am sorry about last night”, you apologized.

“It’s okay, I just really want us to sit down and chat. All three of us”, she emphasized.

You stood next to her, also leaning against the counter sipping your coffee. It’s moments like these where it's very evident you two are mother and daughter.

She turns her face towards you before speaking,”How about we try again tonight? I know how impromptu this all was. But I want to tell you how he and I met. How we fell in love. How we decided to get married. You deserve to know”, she pleads.

You deserve a lot more than that, you think to yourself.

She sees the uncertainty in your eyes. And decided to bring in her secret weapon.

“How about when I come back from work, I stop by the store to pick up the ingredients for your favorite dish?”, she hopefully asks.

It’s safe to say that intrigues you. Oh how you missed her cooking.

“Okay mom, anything for you”, you sigh in defeat.

“Yay! Okay, I am going to go say goodbye to Aaron and then head out.”, she chirped, giving you a kiss on the cheek before heading to her ( and Aaron’s) room.

You put your half finished cup of coffee in the sink and head upstairs. It was very hard to get to sleep last night. You could put the blame on your mind for not shutting up but the blame was on your mom and Aaron’s activities last night. Or lack thereof.

You tried not to laugh at the replay in your head. But it was truly amusing hearing their conversation.

You grab your computer from your suitcase and sit in the middle of the bed, criss cross answering your emails.  You were intently focused on your computer that you didn’t notice your bedroom door had opened.

You finally look up to see Aaron leaning against the door frame.

“Don’t you ever knock!’’, you squeal, holding back the urge to throw a pillow at him.

“Bad habit. Just wanted to know if you wanted to eat breakfast with me”, he asked.

“No. You could see yourself out”, you shoo him away.

“It would be in your best interest if you and I were to get along. I am not going anywhere. Your mom and I are a perfect fit”, he said.

You can't help but snicker at that comment.

“What’s so funny?”, he frowns.

“You say you guys are a “perfect fit”, but last night says otherwise”, you smirk.

His brows furrowed in confusion.

“Thin walls. I could hear how much you fit or didn’t fit, to say in better words”, you continued.

Finally having the high ground. Or so you thought.

His confused face slowly morphed into a sly grin.

“It seems like you enjoy eavesdropping, little girl”, he said in an authoritative voice.

You can’t help the fact that it sounded sexy as hell. Your heart was racing. You stared at him and he was amused.

As he looked at you, he saw this wide eyed innocence. You act all so mighty but right now you look like a deer caught in headlights.

“You really got to stop being so bratty. Or else I might have to teach a thing or two about manners”, and with that he left.

Leaving you breathless. Did that just happen? What. The. Fuck.

The burning feeling came back. Your breathing was labored. You couldn't believe how turned on you were right now.  And you just know that son of a bitch knew what he was doing to you.

To cool off your body’s fiery feeling you decided to take a cold shower. You entered your bathroom. As you undress, you  turn the shower dial to cold.

The cold water does nothing to stop your throbbing pussy. Felt like you were left with no other choice. You turned the dial to almost scorching hot before grabbing  the shower head and turned it to the pulsing setting. You spread your legs, aiming the shower head to have the water hit you right at your clit.

With one arm occupied holding the shower head your other hand starts to roam your body. Landing on one of your breasts, you began to massage it. Plucking and twisting your nipple. Letting out soft moans. You then turned your attention to your other breast giving it the same treatment.

You began to thrust your hips a bit trying to chase your release but nothing was happening. You started thinking about what got you in this position in the first place.

Aaron.

You thought of his face and how he looked so sexy when he furrowed his brows.

You thought of the way his voice sounded as he called you little girl and brat.

You thought of it being his hands  groping your breast.

You thought of his hot breath against your pussy instead of the shower head.

Your hand stops handling your breast and you bring it down to your clit giving it a  pinch before finally climaxing.

“Aaron”, you moaned as the orgasm hit you.

After that eventful shower, you change into some shorts and a basic tee and continue to answer your emails. Not wanting to face the fact that you just masturbated to the thought of your step-dad.

You check your phone to see the time, you see that an old friend from high school texted you.

They were throwing a party and wanted to know if you were free. It would be a great chance to catch up. As you were about to respond to say you had plans, when a knock came from your bedroom door. Again.

“Come in”, you loudly say.

And the door opens to reveal Aaron, doesn’t he have a life or something.

“What? You back here for a round two of arguing”, you roll your eyes at him.

“As fun as that sounds, I was asked to come get you. Your mom is home and wants help prepping dinner”, he says.

“Yea okay, I’ll be down in a sec”, you shrug.

“Who knew you could follow orders”, he winks, before leaving the room.

You forgo your phone, as you throw it onto the bed as you get up to go downstairs.

You hop your way down the stairs and the kitchen comes into view. You see Aaron wrap his arms around your mom's waist. She is trying to cook but getting distracted by him.

They are giggling and laughing.

You stop walking at the sound of that. Your heart drops.

You scurry back up the stairs and into your room. Closing the door behind you as you lean against it.

Letting out a deep breath. You could feel your heart racing.

Envious, feeling or showing a desire to have what someone else has

The feeling that explains why you are locked in your room.

But what are you envious of?

The fact that your mom is happy and starting her new life?

Or the fact that Aaron is hers?

You shake your head. No, no, no. You can’t be feeling this way.

You run your hands down your face. How were you going to sit through a dinner with them?

Taking a look around your room as you pull and tug on your hair. Your eyes land on your phone.

Screw it!

You grab your phone and text your old friend. I’m in.

They text you the address and you can't believe you’re doing this. But in retrospect this wasn’t the first time you snuck out of the house.

You quickly change into a dress you packed in your suitcase. It wouldn't be your first choice, but it's what you had. You did some light makeup up and decided against wearing heels knowing that you had to climb out the window.

Let Aaron and your mom have a nice dinner. Without you. It’s not like you have been included in their life’s so far.

You climb out the window and head to the party.

It was great seeing your old friends. You danced the night away, with no shame. You drank one beer but knowing you were taking a cab home you stopped. You didnt want to be drunk and get into a stranger's car, that’s a murder movie waiting to happen.

Your friends brought out shots, and through much convincing you took one. But the image of going home to your mother and Aaron had you feeling some sort of way. That feeling led to another drink, then another. It's safe to say you lost count after 5.

Not completely drunk but tipsy, you look at your phone to see the time. It read 1 am. Fuck!

There was no way of getting a cab, especially being as tipsy as you are. Your friend offered a ride but her Volkswagen was already piled with 3 other people. There was no way of fitting.

You knew your only solution. Call your mom.

Ring. Ring. Nothing

Ring. Ring. Nothing.

It was like that everytime. You always got her voicemail. After the 5th time you gave up.

You wanted to blame your next action on being drunk. But you knew better when you called him.

“Hello?”, his voice rang,

“I hate calling you”, that’s a lie,” But i need a ride home.”

“Send me the address, I'll be there shortly”, he sighed and hung up.

15 minutes later.

“Get in’, his voice shook a core in you. The low timbre pulls you out of your thoughts.

You get in the car,” Thank you for this Aaron”.

No words are spoken for a good 5 minutes. It isn't until you are pulled at a red light where you try to speak again.

“You really aren't going to speak to me”, you asked.

No response.

“Come on-”, you were cut off by him.

“Just shut up”, his voice boomed loudly, you were pretty sure the cars around you could hear him.

You stayed quiet, mouth shut. You even made it so that your breathing was quiet. The only sound to be heard was the cars outside.

You finally pulled up to the house.

“It’s nice to know you can follow some directions”, he huffs.

You open your mouth to speak but he cuts you off, “ I didn't give you permission to speak, did I?’’, his voice lowers as he speaks with such authority.

You shake your head. He gets out of the car and turns to your door, helping you get out. Grabbing your hand as you hopped down the car. His hand was still  yours. His grip tightened as he led you inside the house.

You could have struggled and asked him to let you go but as they say curiosity killed the cat. He led you to the kitchen and you were both standing by the sink.

In a swift movement, he turned on the sink, grabbed the spray and covered you in water.

‘What the hell”, you yelped.

“Are you sober now”, he asked.

“Aar-” spray

“Yes or no”, he continued to ask.

“What-” spray

“Stop-” spray

``Yes or no”, he emphacicied more.

“Yes”, you blurted out not wanting to get sprayed anymore.

“Good cause we need to talk”, Aaron chastised.

Dripping wet, from arousal and sink water. You moved past him to head upstairs to your room to change. But before you can take a step towards the stairs. He grabs your forearm, giving you the “where do you think your going look”, pulling you towards the living room

“I think we are done here”, you scoff, yanking your arm away from his grip.