Hotchniss One Shots

"Clothing swap"

After finishing a case in Los Angeles, California, Aaron was ready for a cold shower and a good nights rest. However, since he didn't have to go into the BAU the next day, and since Jack was with Jessica for the night, Aaron invited Emily over to watch a movie and relax. She agreed quickly to his offer.

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She showed up at his house an not even a half an hour after leaving the BAU, wearing her work clothing and her hair tied into a tight ponytail.

"Wow, someone came prepared," Aaron remarked sarcastically when he saw her attire.

"I'm exhausted, okay?"

"Me too. That case. . ."

"It sucked," she said simply, walking into his house. "I came straight here. I didn't feel like going home and overthinking it."

Aaron understood that. Once they finished a case, the members of the team would often find themselves diving into the black hole of "what ifs" and imagining different outcomes of the situation.

"You can change into one of my t-shirts if you want. I think I have a pair of small pajama pants up in my room, too," he offered.

Emily let out a sigh of relief. "I love you, Aaron Hotchner," she said, placing a quick kiss on his cheek before going upstairs to change.

She came back down moments later to find Aaron on the couch, flipping through tv channels. He looked up to see her wearing one of his black t-shirts that appeared to be way too large on her, and a pair of his grey joggers. She took her hair down and now it fell loosely over her shoulders.

Emily noticed his crooked smile when she sat down beside him. "What?"

"Nothing," he shook his head and turned his attention back to the TV.

Emily grinned and touched his cheek with her hand, bringing her lips up to his for a slow kiss. She'd been meaning to kiss the man all day, if she was being honest. She loved the way his face lit up and turned a soft shade of pink when her lips touched his. He needed to loosen up more.

Aaron's dimples began to show as she pulled away. "What was that for?" he asked, a little flustered.

"Nothing," she mocked him, causing him to wrap an arm around her and pull her close to his body. Emily smiled as she curled into his side. His familiar scent of cologne, crayons, and a hint of spruce invaded her nose. Yeah, she could get used to this.

"I might just steal this shirt," she told him, loving the loose way it felt, and the way it smelled like him.

"Not the pants?" he joked, as they were clearly too long for her legs, despite her best efforts to tie them at the hem.

"You have long legs," she said, looking up at him from her position on his chest. He also had long eyelashes. His hair hung loosely on his forehead; a sight so contrast from the "unit chief" image he projected onto himself each day. It made her a little sad to know that she was one of the few people who got to see him this way. Humanized.

He stopped channel surfing and dropped the remote at his side as he looked down at his beautiful girlfriend. "You were great today— in LA. The whole team was, actually. I know I don't say it enough, but you're all very skilled profilers."

She smiled softly and traced shapes on his stomach with her finger. "A team takes on the traits of its leader, sir."

"So I've heard," he replied quietly. He studied her face as she rested, almost as if trying to memorize every line and every freckle. His eyes landed on a small white scar on her chin. "What's this?" He moved his lifted her chin slightly and ran his thumb over the scar carefully.

Emily looked up at his furrowed eye brows and sighed softly. "Cyruss," she said quietly.

He felt his heart sink at the mention of his name. He could barely breathe when that happened to Emily, knowing there was nothing he could do to help her. "You told me you were okay," he said quietly, tucking a strand of raven hair behind her ear.

"It's nothing, really," she insisted, grabbing onto his hand. "It was a long time ago."

He shook his head slowly, "still, it never should have happened. I couldn't think straight when that happened— I was so worried."

She rubbed the back of his hand with her thumb. "Yeah, Rossi said you were, um," she hesitated.

"What?" he asked, confused, thinking back to that day on the ranch.

"He said he saw a few tears, that's all."

"I didn't—he said that? When did he tell you that?" he asked, smiling slightly. There was really no use in lying about it.

Emily smiled and played with his fingers. "Uhh, before we were dating. It's nothing a big deal."

"Yeah, yeah, I don't like hearing those words from you anymore, miss Prentiss." He squeezed her hand lightly and admired her features, but he couldn't shake his curiosity about the subject. "So, you and Rossi talked about me?"

Emily looked up at his little smirk. "Maybe," she replied with a little giggle. She saw his eyebrow raise and continued. "Rossi might have known that I had a little crush on you."

"Oh really?" he said, his ego boosting a little in his chest.

"Don't act like you didn't either, Hotch," she said, grinning. "I saw all of those looks, and the way you were different with me than the rest of the team."

"The looks? What looks?"

"The way you're looking at me right now!" She said, laughing, "like you're in love with me."

"Well I am in love with you."

"No, I mean— Nevermind. I guess Rossi has a sixth sense for that stuff, right?"

"Yeah, well I also had a little crush on you, too. I liked your attitude. You were smart and outgoing right from the start. That, and well, let's face it, you're gorgeous."

"Oh shut up," she said, sitting up beside him suddenly. She looked at him beside her and down at his large hands, veins protruding from his skin.

"No, I'm serious." He grabbed onto her hand lightly and read the look in her dark eyes.

She smirked at him lightly as she followed his hands, guiding herself on top of his lap. "Mr Hotchner, I must inform you, you were practically eye candy for me every day. I mean, those