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You feel his arm snakes around your waist, pulling you closer, and shifts so that you can rest your head comfortably on his shoulder.

Under the blanket, your hand finds his and in this small bubble you’ve found yourself in, you let sleep take over.

It’s with the deepening of your breathing patterns that lets Aaron know you’ve finally gotten much deserved rest. 

He glances down and brushes a stray stand away. There he sees a smile much like the one he dawns now reflected back at him. 

Aaron  gives your forehead a kiss. “Goodnight y/n” then rests his head on yours. 

He reckons the paperwork he has back at his seat can wait and have a quick shut eye with you before the team wakes up.

But he couldn’t more wrong, because from experience he should have know that being in your arms that his body would never want to move away, 

~

“Passengers, we have begun our descent, please fasten your seatbelts, we’re expected to land shortly.” As the pilot made the announcement, one by one the BAU awakes from their slumber and slowly prepares for landing. 

First to come to was JJ, she quickly glances around the cabin and taps the women beside her. 

“Hmm, wake me up when we’re on the ground.” mumbles Emily.

“Then at least put your seatbelt on..” Emily has been known to be a lightsleeper ever since Doyle, so with all the deadweight counteracting JJ’s moves to connect the buckle, it’s obvious Emily was doing this on purpose.  

On the back of the jet, sat Derek who was packing his headphones into his bag. The last time he didn’t tuck the device right away, he had accidentally left it on the jet which led to Penenlope giving him a lecture on keeping his valuables close - especially when it was a gift from her and had  pulled some strings in getting him the latest model 2 weeks prior to the release. 

Dr. Spencer Reid or as his jet nickname Dr. Sofa Hog is well, on the one and only sofa. They team has let him claim the sofa as he was youngest when he first joined the BAU. But overtime, Spencer’s claim on the best seat remains a true constant - except of course when a team member is injured. Spencer’s dream was suddenly cut short when something smacked his face followed by a “Wakey wakey, Pretty Boy.”

Next is Rossi, who upon discarding his sleep mask, at first not surprised to find the set next to him empty as the table in front is still littered with case files. Assuming that Hotch is in the toilet, but instead it was JJ who emerges. 

“Wait where’s Aaron?”

“Huh? Maybe in the pantry?” As JJ passes the front row, the double take she made almost gave her a concussion.

“What is it?” voiced Rossi. 

Similar to Spence having the jet’s sofa as ‘his’ spot. The secluded front corner was yours. So it was normal to see a hunched figure settled - but two? Now that’s new.

“I think it’s Y/n and… Hotch.”

It was like a bomb went off, a calm before a storm. 

Only broken by a “WHAT?! WHERE?! Ofmp!” by a now fully alert Emily Prentiss jumping out of her set. (Though she had momentarily forgotten that JJ had bucked her in.)

The aisle is narrow, but when the team sets their minds to goal - anything is possible. 

Derek already had his phone out, capturing the sight to behold. 

While you have been caught with your sleepy head on every member’s shoulder at one point in time.

This is undeniably different, the body language screams familiarity and vulnerability. 

“Alright let them be.” Rossi says, uncharacteristically. “Let them have their sleep, we can tease them when we land.” As much as Rossi wanted to scream ‘Atta Boy’ to his friend, he will let Aaron have his 30 minutes of peace. Then he will rub onto his face about the 6 months of trouble he had to ensure in pushing his friend to make a move. 

~

You awoke to the persistent buzzing of your phone. 

Discretely removing your hand from Aaron’s grasp, you quickly scan through your notification.

Text from BAU BEAUTIES : 

Pen: <OMG> 

<OMG!!!!!> 

<WHEN WAS THIS??>

<WE ARE MAKING PROGRESS!!!>

You wonder what is going on with Peneolope at 4 in the morning. Your thumb continues to scroll up for more context.

JJ: 

<We told you he goes soft on you! He likes you!>

<You look so cute together>

Emily: <Btw the team’s gone ahead but make you get a date before you leave!>

<If he says no or avoid, let me know and I’ll kick his ass. I don’t care if Hotch is our boss.>

<Sends photo>

Looking around the jet as if Emily’s words sink in. 

The team left.

The team knows.

Sensing your unease, Aaron rubs your back. “Honey, what’s wrong?” His voice is deeper with signs of sleep. 

“They know.”

“Who knows what?” 

“The team.” Showing him your phone. 

He zooms in the photo. “Cute.” He says simply, chuckling at the screen. “I guess that’s what we get for being in plane sight.” 

Reaching for his own phone, there is a single text from Rossi. <Atta Boy. Took you long enough.>

“Although… they seem to think it is my first move on you.”

“You didn’t tell Rossi about us?”

“No, I wanted to keep us private away from the team’s eyes for a while.” Aaron confessed. It was already hard to keep the relationship secret in the office and considering how nosy his team of profilers are.”

“And all this time I thought he was just playing along!” Needless to say you were baffled. 

Reaching out your palm, you grab his hand and pull Aaron onto a stand. “I’ve been ordered to not leave this jet until I get a date, or else the BAU girlies will beat you up - no joke. We wouldn’t want to mess up that pretty face of yours now do we?”

“No mam’m” No matter how many times you’ve flirted with him, Aaron always blushes with redness in his ears - a tell of his really. 

“How about ‘Moonlit Vine’? I’ll pick you up at 7”

“Ah, an homage to our first date! That sounds perfect Mr.Hotchner” You reply, straightening his suit jacket.

“Only the best for you, sweetheart.” He murmurs against your lips before kissing you softly, inadvertently causing your knees to buckle. 

“Happy monthsary, Y/n.”