Only A Matter Of Time
Hey, guys! This here is a little hotch x reader oneshot requested by a wonderful anon. What happens is you realize that you really turn hotch on a lot and that just being around you drives him crazy (I made it more that he just really, really likes you, not that you really turn him on basically) and the two of you are not dating, and the rest you will have to read to find out. Enjoy! :)
(Oh, and I’m trying something new by adding gifs. What do you think?)
At first, even Hotch himself wasn’t aware of why exactly he was constantly avoiding you. He knew that it wasn’t because he didn’t like you because he definitely liked you, and it was a little while later that he realized that he was avoiding you because he liked you a little too much.
Every time his eyes tragically locked with yours, he felt his brain go numb and his blood rush to forbidden places, all things he couldn’t have with you, so he avoided you. He avoided you at all costs. He hid himself away, taking the most inconvenient routes around the office all so that he could elude your entrancing allure and distracting presence.
For a while, you didn’t even notice, but after awhile you began to realize the fact of his disappointing absence. Naturally, your first thought was that he hated you. It was an awful thought, not only because he was your boss, but you had to admit that there really was something about Hotch that you could help but find sexy and alluring. There were mixing conundrums of his personality, brave and professional and intelligent, amazing at his job, but also infinitely kind and loyal. One Aaron Hotchner had so many piling layers that you wanted nothing more than for him to simply even like you. So when you came across the thought that he hated you, you couldn’t think of any solution other than you had to fix it.
Within the day, you unearthed the adjusted route that he walked the office for certain tasks, diligently planning to casually intercept Hotch at several intervals throughout his own schedule. You knew one thing for sure, no matter what stops you had to pull, you would eventually win him over with your dazzling personality. There was no way he could hate you so much as to no return, and you were determined to rope him farthest from that sticky center.
At first, you were under the impression that it really just wasn’t working. Hotch would typically just brush past you, ignore your babbling, and move quietly on with his chin pulled down to his chest, eyes averted from your distracting face. But after a couple of tries, a couple good interceptions and strong interruptions, you realized what was really going on and the puzzle pieces suddenly clicked gloriously into place.
Hotch liked you back. That’s why he was avoiding you. It was the complete opposite of hating you, and you couldn’t be happier. Now, if you could only get him to admit his feelings…
But despite the obvious struggle to gain Hotch’s trust and enrich his own courage, you couldn’t manage to hide the huge grin that consumed your lips in jubilant triumph.
You really should have been alone, but of course Garcia tended to enjoy walking the hidden corridors of the office when she got bored. Garcia witnessed the shit-eating grin pasted eagerly across your expression, staining your lips with an unfamiliar joy. So of course, Garcia being Garcia, she just had to get exact specifics as to why she was smiling so widely.
Carefully, as you prepared to whisper a secret to your best friend, you leaned in close to her ear, “You have to promise you won’t tell anybody!” You checked, and of course she nodded in confirmation. You looked back and forth, searching to make sure no unwanted prying ears were simply waiting to pounce on your newfound secret. Nobody was there. It was just you and Garcia in a shadowy corridor. Alone.
“Alright,” You inhaled almost dramatically, “I’m pretty sure that Hotch likes me!” You smiled excitedly, the twinge of an excited squeal hiding in the creases of your voice.
“Really?” Garcia said, and you were actually disappointed in the lack of enthusiasm in her voice, taken over by confused surprised
“Why do you not think so?” You asked your best friend, thrown off by her response
“Well, wait,” She paused, eyebrows crinkled in thought, “Aren’t the two of you already dating?”
A gasp slipped off your lips and a blank slate combed across your expression, “We’re not, Garcia,” You said, your voice more stern and serious than ever before
“Hey,” Penelope said, throwing her palms to the sky in defense, “I didn’t know. Sorry. You guys just seemed like you both like each other. A lot. I just assumed.”
A jet of air breathed out through your lips as you relaxed, “You’re fine, Garcia. Sorry. This is new for me,”
“Well,” A smile sprouted across Garcia’s lips, “Does this mean you’re going to be dating soon?”
“I don’t know,” A matching smile was devouring you as well, “We’ll see,”
You walked away. You had something to do now, something to ask Hotch, and you really really hoped it worked out how you wanted. It was all or nothing.