(7) De esos que llaman señores

Aaron is standing at your door, hand on his hip so that you can see his gun. He extends his arm, flashing his badge: "SSA Hotchner, I'd like to ask you some questions."

You blink in surprise and stare at his badge. Then at his face. He puts the badge back in the inside pocket of his suite jacket. He props up both of his hands on his hips, making his shoulders appear ever broader.

Your brain short circuits and you ask: "What about?"

The question makes Aaron break character for just a second before he puts his stern face back on and tells you with his dark work-voice: "May I come in?"

"Sure." You step aside and let him enter. Slowly, your brain catches up to what's happening, and you start to grin.

"Can I offer you a coffee?"

"Yes, thank you."

He follows you into the kitchen while you start your bean to cup coffee machine.

"What do you want to talk to me about?" You ask over your shoulder, fumbling with the portafilter. You hear Aaron wash his hands, but he doesn't answer.

When the faucet turns off, you turn around. He's standing right behind you. Quietly, he reaches for your belt. You've been aroused since the moment he flashed his badge, but now you're starting to lose your composure.

Looking into your eyes, he starts to undo your belt and opens the button of your pants. Agonizingly slow, he opens the zipper. His hands wander into your pants and he pushes them down, your panties right with them. You gulp and lean back against the kitchen counter.

Aaron leans down and presses a gentle kiss on your lips before bringing his hand up to his mouth. He pushes his middle and ring finger inside to wet them. Your eyes widen and your breathing fastens.

Kissing you again, he lets his index finger run up your thigh. Then, slowly and careful, he pushes the fingers he wetted into you. You inhale sharply. His hands are bigger than yours and so are his fingers.

His thumb pressing against your clit, he starts to move them. Your hands, that have been desperately holding on to the edge of the kitchen counter, shoot up and claw into his shoulders. You feel the muscles work under your touch when he speeds up his movements.

Curling his fingers, he alternates between pushing them in and out of you and up and down when inside you. You let out a curse and try extremely hard to keep your eyes open to look at Aaron. Feeling your cheeks flush, you completely give up on controlling your facial expression. Your mouth falls open and you let out several moans.

He holds his hands still for a moment to get on one knee before you. Pressing his face between your thighs, he makes you open them wider. His mouth finds your clit and he sucks on it while he keeps fucking you with his fingers.

Your thighs clench around his head and you feel the stubbles of his beard rub against them. One of your hands grabs his hair and you make a fist in it. Aaron hums at the sensation, sending vibrations through your lower body.

Your head falls forwards so that you can observe what he's doing. It's a sight to behold and you moan loudly. His raven hair disheveled, his tie dangling in the air freely as he is leaning forwards to reach your clit, the calf of the leg he is kneeling on being visibly tense.

You feel your orgasm pending. Tugging on his hair, you make Aaron stand back up so that you can grab his neck and kiss him. His lips are wet, and you sigh into his mouth.

He feels you clench around him. He lets out a quite groan and bows down to gently bite the side of your neck. At first, he speeds up his movements, pushing you nearly over the edge. Then he almost stops completely, bringing you back down a little. He repeats this until you start to curse at him, your eyes angry.

Aaron managed to break down all your defenses, making you hand him all the power over you.

"I'd like to ask you something, I need you to answer truthfully."

"Okay." Is all you manage to breathe out while you press your thighs harder around his hands.

"Will you do something for me?"

You start to lose it. You're so close to your orgasm.

"Anything, just please…"

He smiles and presses another kiss to your lips.

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

Your eyes widen: "Fuck yes, Aaron, I will."

Finally, he speeds up his movements and keeps them up consistently. Your legs start to shake as your orgasm takes complete control of your body. Aaron puts his free arm around you to hold you up.

You bite into his chest. Feeling the fabric of his dress shirt on your tongue, you moan and curse, still cumming around his fingers.

Aaron slowly takes his hand away to bow down a little and pull your panties and slacks back up. You twitch at the contact of the fabric and your sensitive clit. He doesn't do the button nor the belt, instead, he just puts his arms around you. His warm body engulfing yours calms you down. Leaning into his embrace, you enjoy the waves of euphoria washing over you. He is drawing circles on your back, gently kissing the exposed side of your neck.

Finally, you're able to lift your head to look at him. You put your hand on his cheek and see how Aaron leans into your touch. He smiles brightly at your relaxed face and flushed cheeks.

- - - - - - - - - -

"Your coffee is probably cold." You state.

Aaron lets out a chuckle: "I don't mind."

You turn around to get it without putting any distance between his and your body. He keeps his arms around your waist and follows you.

He takes one hand away to take the coffee you offer him. You turn your head to look at him. He takes a sip of his coffee before turning his head as well and pressing a kiss to your lips.

Rocking slowly back and forth, you quietly stand in the kitchen.

"I'd like to know what your thought process was."

"About what?"

"Well, when you planned on asking me to be your girlfriend. Did you make a step-by-step plan? Like: Firsts I will turn her on by showing off my badge and gun since I know she's into that, then I'll edge her in the kitchen until she's about to murder me, and then I'll ask?"

"I honestly planned on asking you right away but then…I just wanted to do that."

You guide him to the living room, where you haven't spent any time in together since you're either in the bedroom or the kitchen or in the hallway that connects the two.

Sitting down on the sofa, you put your legs over his thighs and Aaron puts his arm around your shoulders.

Narrowing your eyes, you observe his face.

"Did you think I would say no?"

"Of course, it crossed my mind. I was fucking nervous."

"Ah, so you hid it behind your work-persona?"

Aaron chuckles again and admits: "Yeah."

You know that he asked you while fucking you to make it easier for him. But you don't need to tell him that too. He surely knows that you know.

"Well, that was probably the best way anyone has ever asked that."

"You think so?"

"Come on, we talked about this. You know what you're doing."

"It's still…nerve wracking."

You smile at him, your eyes soft, taking in his face. Once again, you put your hand on his cheek. Then you run your thumb over his cheekbone. Aaron's eyes flutter shut, and he lets out a sigh.

A certain string of words creep to the forefront of your mind. You push them away. Calm down. But it's difficult to calm down. This, in every aspect, absolute fucking beautiful man is now your boyfriend.

"You're really my boyfriend now, Aaron Hotchner?"

He opens his eyes, the small wrinkles around them showing when he smiles at your question.

Rephrasing what you said earlier, he tells you: "Fuck yes, I am."

- - - - - - - - - -

Since he interrupted your dinner, Aaron orders take out. You eat in the living room while watching a movie. It's the first time you properly do something this domestic. Something about it makes you feel as calm and content as you haven't felt in a long time.

When the credits roll, you tell him: "I have a lecture tomorrow I need to prepare."

"Go on, I'll do the dishes."

You give him a peck on the lips and get up to work.

After Aaron is done with the dishes in the kitchen, he walks around the living room and looks at your shelves, taking a book now and then to thumb through it. Out of the corner of your eyes you see him hesitate when he gets to the board with your essays, theses, and the books you contributed to.

You're done with your stuff anyways, so you silently close your laptop and observe him. He lets his finger wander over the back of every single one of them. Then he takes them, one after the other, and attentively reads the abstract. After he's done with the fourth, he notices you looking at him. He looks almost embarrassed as if you caught him doing something forbidden. Aaron neatly puts the book back in its place.

"I asked Reid to hold a talk in one of my lectures. Are you okay with me borrowing him?"

"He agreed to talk in front of strangers?"

"Why are you all so surprised by that? Emily said the same thing."

Aaron shakes his head and comes over to you, offering you his hand. You take it and follow him upstairs.

"You should have seen him a few years ago trying that. It was like looking at a foal trying to stand up."

"You're really proud of him, aren't you?" You ask while handing Aaron his toothbrush.

He looks at you in the mirror: "It's like I watched him grow up."

You kiss his cheek and tell him: "You're a good step-dad."

"Thank you." He sounds surprisingly touched by your words.

Taking your toothbrush out of your mouth for a moment, you ask: "Does that mean I can't call you daddy? Cause it would make you think of Reid?"

Aaron coughs and spits into the sink.

Grinning, you observe as he cleans his mouth. When he leans back up, you see that he's blushing. You gargle water and spit it out as well.

"No."

"No as in I can't call you that or no as in you don't think of Reid?"

"No as in I can't think anything when you say that."

"Really?" Your voice shoots up.

"I…ehm…" He clears his voice and simply leaves the bathroom.

Suppressing a giggle, you follow him. You go through going-to-bed-routine: you hand Aaron a shirt to change into and turn away from him to change yourself, only turning back when you hear him getting into bed. Then you crawl under the blanket he is lifting up for you. Tonight, however, you keep crawling until you're straddling his lap.

Aaron scoots back a little to sit up straight against the headboard. He avoids eye-contact.

"Did you just discover a kink?"

You see him swallow hard: "That's a thing?"

"What? A daddy-kink?"

"Jeez…" He rubs his face, probably in an attempt to clear his thoughts.

"This is not me shaming you, by the way."

Aaron finally meets your gaze: "I have no idea what…how? You know?"

"You want to find out?"

"I think so."

"In what way?"

"There are options?"

You chuckle at how confused he sounds. The stern, all professional Aaron Hotchner stumbling over his words.

"We could talk about it or we could try it."

"Oh." He understands what you're getting at. He moves his hands, that have been resting on your thighs, unconsciously back and forth. "Talk?"

"Okay, answer quickly, don't think about it."

He nods.

You get the one thing you would not be comfortable with out of the way first: "Does the thought of impregnating someone arouse you?"

"Absolutely not."

Thank God.

"Do you enjoy being praised?"

"Yes."

"Do you enjoy being put in your place?"

"Sometimes."

"Do you like being told what to do?"

"Sometimes."

"Do you enjoy giving up control?"

"Yes."

"Do you enjoy being in control?"

"Yes."

"Do you enjoy putting someone in their place?"

"Sometimes."

Aaron furrows his eyebrows, seemingly surprised by his own answers. You stop asking.

"Don't my answers, like, contradict themselves?"

You shake your head.

Smiling, you tell him: "I would answer the questions just the same."

He raises his hand to push a strand of hair out of your face: "Sounds like a good match to me."

"Oh, yeah." You lean closer to kiss him. Aaron opens his lips immediately. His face radiates heat, and you clasp it with both hands.

- - - - - - - - - -

"Are you tired?" Aaron's voice is dark, his lips close to your ear.

"Meh, just a little." You shrug your shoulders.

"Hm." He narrows his eyes, his voice so low, it makes the air vibrate.

You tilt your head to hungrily find his lips. From there, you kiss down the side of his neck, leaving a wet trail. Simultaneously, you grind down on him. His legs tense and he claws into your sides.

"You've been so good to me." You murmur against his skin. "Made me cum all over your hands." Aaron inhales sharply as your voice gets higher. Smiling, you make your way down until you're kneeling between his legs. Compliant, he lifts his hips so that you can pull down his shorts.

His dick is getting more erect by the second. You spit in your hand to use your saliva as lubricant. Aaron lets out a curse the moment you spit, his eyes widening. A moan follows when you actually touch his dick.

When you feel it being completely hard, you lean down and suck on the tip. You hear the sheets rustle as Aaron claws into them. Then you start to bop your head up and down. With every down-movement, you push his dick further down your throat. When you have his full length inside your mouth, you hold it there and swallow around. It stimulates his cock from every side and Aaron lets out a loud moan, almost yelling as it's followed by a curse. You repeat it a few times until you have to lift your head to breathe.

With the back of your hand, you wipe away the wetness that spread to your chin. Aaron's breathing accelerates. You put your hands on his hipbones and hold yourself up as you lean down again. Just with your mouth, you start to work on his cock again. This time, you move your head faster, not taking him as deep down your throat. Instead, you push your tongue out to lick up his shaft at the same time. Aaron buries one of his hands in your hair and holds onto it. The tugging stimulates you and you hum around his dick as he did earlier between your thighs.

The sounds Aaron makes in response to what you're doing are delicious and you want to keep going to coax more out of him. With one hand, you grab his balls and gently massage them. He starts to praise you for what you're doing, even begs a few times: "Please keep going…Oh God yes…fuck…this is SO good…"

Then you speed up your movements and Aaron sounds like he is losing his mind. Eventually, he breathes out: "You're such a good girl."

It makes you lift your head off his dick and look at him. His neck is flushed, and his pupils are wide, making his eyes appear even darker. Sweat is glistening on his forehead.

"Thank you, Daddy." You purr in response, immediately going back at it.

It's seemingly all Aaron needed to be pushed over the edge. His whole body spasm, and he cums.

You swallow some of his cum but lift your head and let the rest drip down the side of his dick, stroking it a few more times. After you let go of it, you lean to your nightstand to get some tissues. You clean your hands, not touching Aaron's dick yet.

Blinking slowly, he opens his eyes and stares at you. His right hand finds your arm and he tugs on it until you lean down to kiss him. He pushes his tongue inside your mouth and then sucks on your bottom lip. You sigh at the sensation and move your lips with his. After running his hand through your hair one more time, he lets go of you and you hand him a few tissues.

While he cleans himself up, you take a sip out of the water bottle on your nightstand.

"I'm pretty sure I just got head by a God." Aaron states.

"Nice to know your girlfriend is a God, isn't it?"

"Yeah, and after what you just did to me, I'm willing to call you that all day."

"Girlfriend?"

"God."