#stepdad!hotch

you nod, and he can barely catch the outline with the outline of your slumped body against the doorframe, the only light source being the old lamp in the hallway behind you. your legs are bare - that's another thing that he catches - and they squeeze together. you'd later blame it on the chill of the air conditioning, but it's turned off tonight, and the man is fully aware of this. "yeah, i um.." you scratch awkwardly at the nape of your neck.

"c'mon," he offers, freeing you of the unease of having to elaborate your fib, and pulls back the duvet. "c'mere, i've got some space."

when you crawl in, aaron seizes in his spot, frozen by the velvety finish of your skin, when, unabashedly, you pull yourself in close, tucking yourself against his chest. "you alright?" he swallows thickly, and his breath is hot against your ear.

he uses the throw of the blankets back over you as a metaphorical guise to the thoughts that run rampage in his head, especially with the subtle aroma of strawberries that still linger from your shampoo. it overwhelms his senses, and he throws an arm over your side, drawing you back in closer.

you can feel the chub of his cock against your bottom the second contact is made, and you hide your smile in his bicep. "yeah." you breathe, trailing your fingers over his forearm in feather-light brushes. "can i sleep here tonight?"

he nods against your hair, which he draws back to print a small, but fiery-hot kiss behind your ear. "course you can, hunny."

you turn your head over your shoulder, and he's much closer than you anticipated, because your lips brush. the taste of them is not foreign, but you feel like a giddy school girl all over again, arousal flooding between your legs when his dick stiffens. "protect me, won't you, aaron?"