Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader
Warning: suggestive talk, consensual derogatory language
A/N: Saw this gif and got a short idea. Enjoy the quick read!
“Do you think I’m going to talk to you? To a whore?” The unsub spat at you across the table.
“That’s enough!” Morgan moved towards him. “You call her a whore? You only call the ones who won’t screw you, a whore. The ones who won’t be one for you.”
“You wish you could.” You smirked, leaning forward. “You wish you could fuck all of us. But none of us want you. Your mother didn’t. Your ex-wife tired of you. Every woman walks away. Yet you keep trying. You keep seeking us out. Who’s being a little whore now?”
“Damn.” Rossi looked to Hotch. “She’s good.”
“You bitch.” The unsub spat back. “All of you. No one’s going to find them.”
Rossi entered the room. “We already did.”
As he set the pictures on the table, you stood and walked out.
“How’d I do?” You said as you shut the door, not looking at Hotchner.
“Perfect. As always,” he responded, keeping his gaze straight ahead of him.
You turned, walked towards him, and rested your chest on the side of his arm.
“He cannot call me a whore.” You looked up at Hotch as he turned to look down at you. “But you…you can call me your dirty little slut. Because I’m perfect. And always will be.”
As you walked away, Hotch rolled his eyes and smiled.
You were right. You were perfect.