Author's Note: This is just a part of a chapter. Posting for testing purposes.
September 3, 2003
Quietly, he shut the door, wincing when the hinges let loose a metallic squeal that he was sure would wake everyone in the house. He stilled and waited for feet thudding down the steps, but heard none. Cautiously, he toed off his work shoes and put them to the side and padded to the kitchen in socked feet. Lingering in the open hallway, it's at times like these that he wished for the house to not be as open as it was now. Hotch–Aaron, flicked the switch and light flooded the room, with some light leaking out into the parlour. He looked at the clean and empty dining table before turning his attention to the island. There was nothing on its granite tops, Aaron walked to the microwave and peered through the glass screen.
Nothing.
He, then, opened the pantry, thankfully he decided to oil the hinges, and carefully took a granola bar. Grabbing the air filled top and opening it with scissors, he leant against the island top, putting his full weight on his right leg, and took a bite. He slowly chewed every bite in the quiet room, grimacing when he chewed on his left side. He placed the wapper in the almost full garbage, he would have to take it out tomorrow, and walked to the staircase. With a sigh, Aaron trudged up the steps, favouring his right leg, and went to his study. A piece of blue ribbon caught his eye as he placed his briefcase and his go bag in the cupboard.
On his desk sat a small box, it was a off-white colour, wrapped with a blue ribbon. Gingerly, he unwrapped the box, the ribbon felt like silk against his fingers, and slid the top off to reveal a watch; it had a brown, leather strap, a silver bezel, and a classic watch head.
"You like it?" Haley asked, voice rough with sleep. She ran her hand through her bed hair as Aaron turned to face her.
"Yes," he said, his voice rough from hours of disuse. "How are you?" He asked, taking her hand in his.
"Good," she replies with a tired smile, rubbing small circles into his palm. "I'm sorry about Monday."
"I know," he said, while rubbing the small of her back. He placed a kiss on the crown of her head before resting his head atop of her's. "How's your day?"
"Oh," she said with a quirk of her lip. "Nothing much, had a club meeting, discussed Daughter of the Forest." Softly, she pulled on his arm. "Let's continue this conversation somewhere comfortable."
Huffing goodnaturedly, Aaron followed her to their bedroom, she promptly sat on the bed while Aaron peeled off his suit. After he had changed into something more comfortable, Haley patted the right-side of the bed with a smirk. He held back a groan when he sat down on the soft sheets.
"How was work?" she asked, while running her fingers on his forearm.
A trail of goosebumps mark the path her fingers travelled, he shook his head. "Nothing happened, just looked over some cases. That's all."
"Yeah," she said as she laid her head on his shoulder, her breath tickling his neck. "That's good." Haley pressed a kiss to his left cheek and whispered an apology. "I lost it on Monday. Was anyone asking about it?"
"Said I had a DIY mishap." Aaron said, matching Haley's tone.
"I never meant for it to happen," Haley said. Aaron felt a tug on his shirt and fell back on the bed, allowing her to slump her head on his chest.
"I know," he said around the lump in his throat.
Haley bit his earlobe as she arched her back, trying to stifle a moan as he thrusted into her. Beads of sweat dripped down his back as he raised onto his elbows from better leverage; she matched his rhythm with vigour, quivering from the sensation the new angle gave.
"I'm close," she rambled, squeezing her legs tight around his waist. "I'm close."
Aaron ignored the pain in his leg as he sped up, causing her to jerk and wither in under him; he was sure that he would be sore in the morning. With syncopated breaths, Aaron fell atop off Haley, who had become still, and groaned as he finished with her.
Aaron pulled sheets atop of them and they basked in the afterglow with Haley's legs entwined with his. After a few minutes lying there, Haley disentangled herself and left the bed, his eyes trailing behind her till he could not see her. He heard the humming of the bathroom light and shut his eyes when he heard running water and fell asleep.
He heard the slow pattering and the squeaking of bed springs, he heard her roll over and felt her place her head on his chest.
He felt the covers shift as she reached over him and massaged his leg. "How's your leg?"
"Sore," he answered while he stared at the ceiling. Haley sighed heavily against him.
"I'm sorry."