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The music was thumping when you walked into the bar. The team was meeting for a night out after a case that had ended on a good note, for once — the unsub was in custody, the abducted children hadn’t been harmed physically (you couldn’t say the same for their emotional states, but you weren’t going to think about that).
As the newbie, you were nervous to hang out with everyone in a bar atmosphere. Sure, you had found a place in the team and weren’t a stranger to girls’ nights with JJ, Emily and Penelope, or “family” dinners, but this was just, different.
You heard a wolf whistle and turned your head to Penelope’s grinning face. “Damn Y/N! You came to slay!”
A friendly, muscular arm fell around your shoulders. “Hot Stuff came to party!”
You laughed and swatted at Morgan. “I can’t party until I get a drink, right?”
“She’s got a point, Chocolate Thunder,” Emily said, laughing and pulling you to the bar. You grinned and ordered a drink. Why were you nervous again?
After you ordered your drink, Emily clucked her tongue. “You do look pretty good tonight, Y/N,” she said, taking a sip of her martini.
“As do you, Em,” you said, smirking at her low-cut eggplant top and hip-bumping her. “That color really suits you.”
“Aw, thanks. Let’s get you to the others. Hotch won’t know what hit him.” She winked at you.
“Emily!” You had told her about your crush, but didn’t think she would say anything. “Don’t say a word!”
She made a zipping motion across her lips.
The team had found a large circular booth in the corner of the bar, facing the dance floor. “Hi guys!” you said, smiling widely.
“Y/N!” Rossi stood up, hands on your shoulders as he brought your cheek to his lips. “You look bellissimo!” His breath smelled lightly of scotch.
You laughed. “Thank you, Dave!” The booth was looking snug as Emily sat down. “Let me go grab a chair; we’re looking a little full at the moment.”
“Nonsense!” Rossi said. “Aaron, scoot over a bit.”
“Oh, no, you don’t have to,” you said, turning to grab a chair from a nearby table. A hand encircled your wrist lightly.
“It’s no problem,” Hotch said, tugging you gently to his side. You sat down beside him, leg pressed to his. “And Dave’s right, you look beautiful.”
You blushed lightly, ducking your head. “Thanks.” You glared at Emily’s knowing smirk, taking a gulp of your drink.
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Laughter filled the air as you finished your second drink. You were pleasantly buzzed, both from the liquor and from the leg pressed yours. Every now and then you’d put a hand down to your lap and accidentally brush his thigh, shooting lightning up your fingertips, up your arm, curling into your bloodstream.
“I’m going to get another drink,” you said, standing and smoothing your hand over your hip. You missed the way Hotch’s eyes lingered over your hip at the motion.
“I’ll come with you,” he said easily. He pressed a hand to your lower back as the two of you made your way to the crowded bar.
“What do you want?” he asked, leaning down to your ear so you could hear him better.
“Just a beer, please. Surprise me.”
You felt your cheeks heat up as he left you with a quick wink, walking up to the bar. What on earth?
“Hey gorgeous.” A tall, leanly muscular young man approached you, dressed well in a striped button down and skinny jeans. His hair was mussed and unruly, partly obscuring his eyes. You could see yourself attracted to him in another life.
You nodded at him, giving him a quick smile before looking back at the bar.
“What’s a pretty girl like you standing all alone?” You tried very hard not to roll your eyes.
“I’m waiting on a friend,” you said. “I’m not alone.”
He laughed and threw a hand up to lean on the wall next to you. “Sounds like a lousy friend to me.”
“He’s not,” you heard a low voice say as Hotch walked up behind you, passing you a beer then placing a possessive hand on your hip. You looked up in shock and saw Hotch’s patented glare directed at the poor boy in front of you.
“Yeah, whatever,” the boy said, scoffing and tossing over his shoulder, “You’re not even that hot anyway.”
You felt your face burn in embarrassment. Hotch’s hand tightened on your hip minutely, turning you toward him.
“Are you ok?” His glare was gone, face kind and caring. You smiled softly, bringing your beer to your lips.
“Yeah, nothing I’m not used to,” you murmured into your glass. You sipped. “Hey, this is my favorite!”
Hotch smiled. “I know.” Mirroring you, he took a sip of his beer. “You shouldn’t have to be used to that kind of behavior.”
You shrugged. “Comes with the territory, I guess.” Turning around, you said, “Let’s get back to the group.”
His hand landed on your lower back again. “Of course.”
When you got back, Morgan and Garcia were gone.
“They went to dance,” Emily said plainly as you opened your mouth. Her eyebrow quirked at the hand on your back.
“Dancing sounds fun!” you said, suddenly overwhelmed by Hotch’s protectiveness. You put your beer on the table. “Let’s go!”
You tugged on Emily’s arm as the two of you walked to the dance floor. “What’s up with you?” she asked, slowing down before you made your way into the throng of people.
“Hotch just started acting… strange,” you said, explaining the interaction at the bar.
“Wait, so he bought your drink then scared off a guy talking to you?” She pushed your shoulder lightly. “Oh my god, Y/N, he was jealous!”
You blinked. “Jealous? No way.”
Emily smirked, a devious look in her eye. “Let’s go dance and we’ll see if I’m right or not.”
The bass dropped into a devilishly sexual beat and you felt your hips begin undulating almost immediately. You and Emily faced each other as you danced. A man approached her from behind and after a wink from you, she began grinding her hips into him.
You flipped your hair as you drew your hands into the air, dipping your hips low. You felt a body come up behind you. The presence felt foreign, so you ignored it — until you felt hands pull your ass to a half-hard penis.
“Hey!” you turned around and saw the same boy who had approached you at the bar.
Before you had a chance to ask him what in the hell he was doing, though, Hotch tore his way through the crowd.
“I suggest you leave her alone,” he said menacingly, pulling you to him. The other man stalked away.
“Hotch!” you gasped, turning to look at him. “You’re jealous, aren’t you?”
He put both hands on your hips, pulling you to him roughly. You placed your hands on his chest to steady yourself.
“Maybe I just don’t want other men looking at you like that,” he murmured in your ear.
“As in, you’re jealous.” You smirked at him. “Guess you’re gonna have to scare away anyone who wants to dance with me.”
Turning around, you pressed your back to his front, hips undulating. You pressed your head back into his chest, throwing an arm up so you could scratch your nails down the back of his neck. “Dance with me.”
He moved his hands to your hips to guide your movements as he started moving his hips with yours. His breath was hot on your neck.
“You look entirely too tempting tonight, Y/N,” he whispered in your ear. Your insides churned. “I knew I couldn’t keep quiet much longer.” His hands spread flat over your abdomen.
“About what?” Your voice was high and breathy as you turned around in his embrace.
“My feelings for you,” he said before claiming your lips in a feverish kiss. It was passionate, teeth almost clacking together as he swiped his tongue across your lips. You sucked his tongue in your mouth, feeling his groan.
“If you don’t stop that, I’m going to fuck you in the middle of this bar,” he said as he pulled away from you.
You leaned up on your tip toes. “The first part of that sounds perfect. Your place or mine?” You tugged his earlobe with your teeth.
You caught Emily’s eye as you and Hotch hurried out of the bar, laughing at her gobsmacked face.
He pushed you against the brick wall outside the bar, kissing you again. He quickly moved to your neck.
“Jack is at a sleepover tonight,” he whispered into your skin before he nibbled underneath your jaw. “And my place is closer.”
“Your place then,” you breathed, body arching into his. “And fast.”
Tonight was going to be fun.