Author's Note: Why am I doing this? I don't know. I blame my new found crush on actors Matthew Gray Gubbler (is that how you spell it?) amd Thomas Gibson. Anyway, this is a story that is gonna have to run on suggestions from you guys since this was one of the trickiest pairing I have worked with. Also, can anyone tell me how old Hotch is give or take. I don't want to make him too old that its creepy in this story. Enjoy
Hotch had no idea why he was still doing this. He took a deep breath as he tightened his grip around the waist of the girl that was in college. There were no plans for a romance here, just a simple friendship. And then Haley left...
Shaking his head, Hotch closed his eyes and buried his face into the gorgeous dark blue hair that always had a hint of lavender. His hand gripped the T-shirt that he gave her to wear earlier as if it was his anchor. And when Hotch admitted it, she was his anchor. Without her, Hotch would have gone crazy.
"You're thinking too loud," a sleepy voice that had a hint of an accent to it said.
Hotch couldn't help but chuckle, "If I'm thinking too loud, then what am I actually thinking?"
She yawned while twisting her so her face was buried into his chest. She never opened her eyes, "You're still wondering why you're even sharing a bed with me."
Again, Hotch had to chuckle. Only when she was tired would she actually talk with such audacity, "I don't think you have to be a mindreader to know that much."
Hands were found under the gray T-shirt Hotch was wearing. One placed over Hotch's heart. Hotch re-buried his face in her hair and closed his eyes. After a few minutes, he decided to add something.
"You know, I was also thinking why you and I haven't done anything yet." she only groaned as a reply.
"Why don't you go back to sleep? You don't have classes until this afternoon, correct?" Hotch asked as he straightened out his tie.
She just sat crossed legged on his bed, only in his shirt and her underwear. Her hair was slightly disheaveled and her eyes still showed sleepiness. Boy did Hotch love those eyes. Almost as much as the sleepy smile she was giving him.
"Yes, but sleep can come anytime. Spending time with you is rare." she spoke, causing Hotch to flinch.
"Well, I don't think you watching me get ready for work classifies as spending time together."
"Maybe so, but it can be if I can get you to take me back to my apartment for fresh clothes."
Hotch knew he walked into that one. He placed on his suit jacket and then walked over to her. The confidence she exumes only exists when she's tired, but even then Hotch had found a way to squish even that source. All it took was him gently stroking her soft, pale skin and then placing a light kiss on her forehead. Gone was the confidence, and in came the slight coloring of her cheeks. Her eyes- lavender and pupiless- avoided his and Hotch glanced down to see her hands fidgetting. Hotch wouldn't lie when he said that he enjoyed the confident side of her, but he enjoyed her bashful side even more.
"Nice try, but I know you have clothes hiding here," he nearly whispered and then left another light kiss on her cheek, "But I wouldn't mind taking you with me anyway to get a quick coffee before taking you back to your apartment for your books." He punctuated that with another light kiss, only to the bend between her jaw and neck, feeling her fidget beneath his hands and lips, "What, no witty retort."
His reply was a pout before she got out of bed and head for his closet. Hotch couldn't help but laugh as he watched her grab some of those hidden clothes and then left the room, definitely to the bathroom. He just continued to gather his things and waited in the living room for her to come back, dressed in a Georgetown sweatshirt and jeans. A backpack was over her shoulders, but Hotch knew books weren't in there.
In the car, Hotch found himself catching glimpses at her and resisted the urge to reach out and hold her hand, "I should probably apologize for my lack of appearances," he said.
"D-Don't be," she said and Hotch caught her eyes looking at him, "I-It's your job."
Hotch couldn't help but smile a bit. It felt nice. To be in a relationship where a woman tried to understand his position. He still felt guilty as hell for not being around as much, but he loved his job; his team. The one thing Haley couldn't seem to understand.
She laid her head on Hotch's shoulder, her hand on his leg, "B-Besides, you being g-gone makes our together t-time a little more special."
"Nice to see you taking the positive route."
Hotch went through a Starbuck's drive-thru and ordered. Thankfully he left early enough, so he could take his time driving to her apartment near campus. Just as she was unbuckling her seatbelt, Hotch reached over and gripped her by the back of her neck. Before she could say anything, his mouth was against hers, molding and tasting. Didn't take long for her to be straddling him and her hair blanketing him. He was actually starting to get an addiction to the french vanilla coffee when she pulled away, a slight smirk on her swollen-lips.
"You have to go to work," she whispered and then left through the driver's door after giving him a quick kiss on the forehead and lips. Hotch had to resist the urge bang his head on the steering wheel before pulling out and heading to office.
Author's Note: Hope you know how much effort I put into this.