From: Spencer Reid
Time: 6:30 pm
Where are you?
From: Aaron Hotchner
Time: 6:34 pm
Sorry, I'm going to be late for dinner. Strauss and David have kidnapped me to discuss budget issues.
From: Spencer Reid
Time: 6:36 pm
I'm sorry, poor Aaron.
From: Aaron Hotchner
Time: 6:39 pm
I'm sorry too, yeah poor me. David and Strauss are giving me a migraine.
From: Spencer Reid
Time: 8:43 pm
Lucky for you I went to the store today and remembered to pick up some Tylenol. I also made dinner. Although made is used lightly here, I suppose I actually bought dinner.
From: Aaron Hotchner
Time: 6:45 pm
Have I told you how much I love you today?
From: Spencer Reid
Time: 6:43 pm
Yes, In fact you have. If my memory serves me- and I remember everything- then you woke me up this morning by kissing my face muttering about how much you love me.
P.S- I love you too, hurry home.
Aaron glanced up from his phone hoping that neither David nor Strauss had noticed his lack of participation. They hadn't. Both were to busy throwing insults and bickering like a married couple to notice Aaron's lack of attention to the conversation.
Honestly, he could bring himself to care about the budget right now; between his head pounding and his phone's constant vibrating he had better things to occupy his worry.
Aaron's phone vibrated again and he flipped it open with a small sigh.
From: Jessica
Time: 6:51 pm
Jack wants to spend the night, is that okay?
From: Aaron Hotchner
Time: 6:53 pm
Of course. Make sure he doesn't go to bed too late.
From: Jessica
Time: 6:56 pm
Lol. Don't worry. Tell Spencer hi for me. ;D
Aaron read the last text message several times before he finally understood the wink. Sometimes Jessica was way to accepting of his and Spencer's relationship; it crossed over into creepy some days.
From: Aaron Hotchner
Time: 7:02 pm
That wink was uncalled for Jessica.
From: Jessica
Time: 7:04 pm
Go home and put the moves on your sexy boy toy. Stop working so much. Go tap that ass.
A smile tugged on Aaron's lips as he closed his phone and pocketed it. He stood up and announced, "We can continue this conversation at a later date. I'm going home." With that said, Aaron gathered his stuff and left.
He blatantly ignored David's lecherous grin and Strauss's confusion, instead he texted Spencer that he was on his way home. With briefcase in hand, Aaron left the BAU and started his drive home.
The drive home wasn't a particularly long drive, just about 20 minutes but that got Aaron thinking.
It was not often that they had a night off, and it was even rarer that Spencer would take the initiative to plan a date night. Neither of them were very romantic or spontaneous, working at the BAU forbid impromptu vacations or cabin trips so they had to settle for late nights eating cheap Chinese food- which Aaron ended up feeding Spencer because his lack of chopstick skills.
With his migraine ignored, Aaron pulled into the drive way and quickly made his way inside. Spencer was sitting at the kitchen table waiting for him. "Welcome home Aaron."
Aaron dropped his briefcase and sat across from Spencer. "Went all out didn't you?" Aaron asked eyeing the wine cooling in a bucket of ice and the fancy dinner. "It looks delicious by the way."
"Thanks, I didn't make it. It's specially catered."
"I can tell." Aaron grinned taking his phone out. "I want you to read what Jessica sent me."
Spencer took the phone from Aaron's outstretched hand. "It can't be that bad… Oh my-" Spencer chuckled rereading the message, and since laughter was contagious Aaron couldn't help but join in.
"I think we need to check the bedroom for cameras." Spencer exclaimed between laughter fits a wide grin firmly set on his face. "Maybe the bathroom too."
"At the living room." Aaron added.
"So basically everywhere but Jack's room?" Spencer suggested taking a sip of his wine and motioning for Aaron to try his.
"Mmm, you're getting better at picking out wines." Aaron commented taking another sip and letting it wash over his pallet.
"I asked Rossi what kind of wine goes with mediocre Italian food. He suggested this." Spencer explained holding up his glass with a grin tugging at his lips.
"That would explain why he was smirking at me earlier." Aaron said helping himself to a breadstick. "Spencer you do know that you can call him David, or Dave now."
"I know. It just sounds so weird and disrespectful." Spencer muttered shoving a fork full of pasta into his mouth. "This may seem strange, but he just doesn't look like a David to me."
Aaron followed Spencer's lead and sampled the pasta. "What does he look like his name should be?"
Spencer paused for a brief moment. His hand went to his chin and stroked it as if he was in deep thought. "Hmm, he looks like a Rossi to me."
Aaron just grinned as Spencer laughed until his face flushed crimson. It was moments like this that Aaron wished laughter came easily for both of them, it didn't- and that was mostly because of working at the BAU. Serial killers didn't make good dinner conversations.
The conversation slowed down a silence and Aaron looked up from his dinner. His and Spencer's eyes connected and despite the silence of the room, Aaron could see laughter dancing in Spencer's eyes.
It was an innocent look, and it made Spencer irresistible. Downing his glass of wine Aaron stood up from the table and swooped down stealing a kiss from the younger man. "Come on, for once I plan to take Jessica's advice. We can heat up this mediocre food later."
Spencer's hand shot immediately to Aaron's tie. He held firmly on to it and stood. Between heated kissed he managed to pant out, "Bedroom." His voice was an octave higher and much raspier than normal, and it seen arousal straight through Aaron's body.
Aaron growled and led Spencer to the bedroom.
(amygdala and the hippocampus. Wc 1,050- )
Story note- Research has shown that parts of the limbic system are involved in laughter. The limbic system is a primitive part of the brain that is involved in emotions and helps us with basic functions necessary for survival. Two structures in the limbic system are involved in producing laughter: the amygdala and the hippocampus.