[Criminal Minds] years before love

Rossi didn't know what Gideon had said and wondered if Hotch would come to him that night.But at least during off-hours, Hotch doesn't seem to be leaving.It just so happened that he took over an old case and a personal request from a friend, so he also stayed to sort out the existing materials.

Gideon stopped by Hotch as he was leaving, looked back at the lights in Rossi's office, sighed slightly, and decided not to worry about it.

When everyone in the office left and Rossi was about to get up, Hotch finally stood up. Rossi watched him come and knock on her door, and although she only wanted to scold Gideon, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Waiting for me?"

And Hotch pursed his lower lip, closed the door and walked over.

"Aaron?"

Hotch bent down and hugged him, burying his face in his shoulder. Rossi sighed secretly, and put his arms around him, "Are you okay? If Jason said something that shouldn't be said, I apologize for him, he didn't mean anything."

Hotch didn't answer, shaking his head, but reached for his belt.

Although knowing that Hotch probably came here to seek comfort, Rossi was taken aback and pressed his hand, "Are you sure, Aaron, here?"

"Help me." Hotch just whispered.

Rossi released him with a sigh, and Hotch closed his eyes, undoing his belt and zipper deftly.

Rossi stood up, ignoring his hands already in his panties, pressed him against the edge of the table, put his arms around his shoulders and leaned up to kiss his lips again and again, "Relax, Aaron."

"I'm fine." Hotch teased Rossi's still-soft spot with his fingers.

"Strictly speaking, you have no status at all." Rossi shook his head. In his office, he was not worried about being found out, but he was too aware of everything that happened that year, and his judgment was that this is the time to have sex with Hotch. Sexual behavior is really not appropriate, "you need to talk, not sex."

"Dave, please." Apparently Hotch also knows how to wake up some of his organs.

Rossi pulled his hand out and pressed it on the table, rubbing against him through several layers of fabric, "I have to admit that you are an expert on my desire. But Aaron I have to say, from the past From experience, every time you're aggressive without warning you're in a bad shape and I don't want you not to be able to come to work tomorrow. You can't use sex to escape the past."

"You taught me." Hotch greeted him, answering softly.

"I'm glad it was you." Rossi said, trying to control his movements, looking him in the eyes.

Hotch blinked, and finally broke away from his hand and hugged him and leaned forward, "Me too."

Rossi stroked his back and let him hug his shoulders tightly, "Go home."

Hotch finally smiled, and rubbed against Rossi's desire, which he had already utterly tormented, "Do you need me to take care of it for you before then?"

In the end Rossi acquiesced to Hotch and let herself go in his hands.

And when Hotch left him to wash in the bathroom, Rossi could only smile wryly and tore up the paper to cover it up indiscriminately, thinking rather annoyedly that since he was so active, he should let him use his mouth.

Ten minutes later, as if nothing had happened, Hotch leaned aside and watched Rossi busy with dinner, "Do you really want me to help?"

"I don't want to ruin my kitchen yet." Rossi expertly dices the tomato.

"To be fair, Dave, I didn't burn your kitchen down." Hotch narrowed his eyes and poured himself a glass of wine.

Rossi paused, "Who told you someone burned my kitchen?"

"I have eyes." Hotch gestured, although it was not obvious, but he could still see the mismatch and the almost imperceptible black marks around it.

"...Wouldn't it be happier to pretend not to know something?" Rossi muttered.

"Why should I be upset that I wasn't the one who burned your kitchen? I don't have that hobby," Hotch asked.

"I mean, you don't need to profile everything around you at any time, just treat some things as if you don't know." Rossi poured the chopped tomatoes into the pan and started to stir fry.

"Don't talk to someone about such a delicate subject while you're frying something next time." Hotch was poked at him, glaring at him annoyed, "And I didn't profile your kitchen, I just saw it. "

"Relax, Aaron." Rossi turned and stuffed a cornflake into his mouth.

Hotch froze for a moment, lowered his head, "Sorry."

"It was my ex-wife who burned it—if you're wondering. That's not why we divorced, by the way."

"Which one?" Hotch looked up with interest again.

"Hey!" Rossi patted him and sighed helplessly, "The second term... I really wanted to live a good life."

Hotch smiled noncommittally.

"Aaron, I don't mind if you profile me." Rossi looked at him seriously.

Hotch looked at him, pursed his lips, and didn't answer right away.

"Aaron?"

"I didn't want to be in a relationship with you," Hotch said slowly.