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ㅤ𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐔𝐏 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆.

Frowning a little as he slowly regained his bearings, he realized that he was sleeping in an unfamiliar bed. Groaning, he sat up and looked around, eyeing the white walls, the wood undertones of the furniture, the plants scattered around the room, and the covered frame hung on the wall directly across the bed. Wiping the sleep from his eyes, he remembered that he slept in Alina's room at the Avengers compound.

He pushed the covers off himself and sat up, yawning as he did so. He looked around again, curious to see what was underneath the bedsheet on the wall, shaking his head as he tried not to peek into it. He stood up, fixed his wrinkled shirt, before stepping out of the room and into the kitchen, just to see Alina and Jack pointing at the various plants scattered around as they sat on barstools around the kitchen island.

He glanced at the clock, noticing that it was just past seven in the morning, before asking, "Why are the two of you up so early?"

"We usually wake up around this time," Alina informed him, standing up from the barstool she sat on to grab a plate of French toast for him. She placed the plate in front of a vacant stool and gestured for him to sit before sitting back down on her seat.

"'We'?" He wondered.

"Yeah," she shrugged, taking a bite off her own toast before continuing, "somehow he's caught onto my sleeping habits, despite it being the weekend," she gave the little boy a look which he giggled at. "And anyway, good morning."

"Good morning," Aaron greeted back, smiling a little as he glanced down at his plate. "What were you two giggling about?"

"We're giving her plants some names!" Jack giggled again, clapping a little, before beginning to point at plants. "That's Simon, that's Louise," he pointed at a Marble Pothos, and then a String of Pearls, before gesturing to a Boston Fern, "that's Jack, Lina named it after me."

"I named that one Aaron," Alina pointed towards a cactus plant that was distinctly...phallic. She grinned when he shot her a look. "It fits, right?"

He only sighed, and continued to eat his toast. After he finished, he turned to his son and asked, "What do you plan on doing today, buddy?"

"Mr Tony and Mr Bruce are going to conduct an experiment with me," Jack nodded. Aaron thought for a moment, almost opening his mouth to object when he remembered his talk with Alina, and refused to feel like an idiot again.

Aaron nodded. "Alright."

"I was thinking," Alina tilted her head a little as she spoke up, trying to smother her smirk as she bit her lip, "maybe I can give you a small tour. Around my...favorite places around the compound."

He inhaled sharply at her insinuation. Glancing down at an oblivious Jack, he gulped and nodded. "Sure. I'm sure Jack would rather experiment on his own."

Jack nodded firmly, looking up at his father. "You are correct."

The way he spoke was so reminiscent of Alina's tone of certainty and self-assurance that Aaron nearly did a double-take. He cleared his throat, looking at the woman again. "I guess we have the day to ourselves."

She finally smirked. "That we do."

CW: sexual content ━━

The first place they visited after dropping Jack off at the lab was her private office that was a few doors down. Aaron didn't hesitate to swipe all the papers off her desk and place her on top of it, nearly tearing her tank top in half as he took her then and there.

After the desk, he transferred her over to her couch, switching positions several times before they eventually landed on the floor. Aaron couldn't believe how easily Alina brought out the teenage boy in him; hands on every exposed skin, unable to hold back his own moans.

He was thankful for the fact that Tony Stark valued privacy, and that all the rooms were soundproof.

After a while, the two snuck out of her office like a pair of delinquents, with Aaron smirking to himself. He had pocketed Alina's panties right before stepping out of the room, and the knowledge of her walking around bare underneath her clothes, dripping with both her own wetness and his seed, was enough to fuel his ego and pride.

Alina was luckily not one to do the so-called 'walk of shame,' and that despite sneaking around, she held her head up high.

They soon found themselves back in her apartment, where they ultimately ended up in her shower.

"Shower sex, really?" She asked breathlessly, gripping his shoulders tightly as he gripped her hips, letting her wrap her legs around his waist as he caried her like she weighed nothing. She moaned as he easily slipped into her. "Fuck."

"I don't see you complaining," he noted, pushing her back towards the cold tiles of the shower wall. He leaned down to take her bottom lip between his teeth, sucking on it a little before trailing down to her jaw and eventually to her neck, nipping at her sweet spot that already had a hickey forming.

She chuckled through her moans as he slowly built up momentum, her nails digging into his flesh while pushing his head away from her neck just to look straight into his dark orbs that seemed even darker with lust. "Just don't drop me, Hotchner."

"Wouldn't dream of it," he groaned out before pressing his lips firmly against hers as moved in and out of her even faster, not paying attention to the water that was raining down on both of them—his only focus was making the both of them orgasm. He grunted, gripping her hip tighter with one hand while the other found its place on her clit, where he began to rub in tandem with his thrusts.

Alina shuddered, throwing her head back against the wall, ignoring how the tiles were digging into her flesh rather painfully. "Fuck, fuck. Where have you been all my life?"

He chuckled as he dropped his head into the crook of her neck, a sudden feeling of wanting to be as close to her as much as possible growing from deep within him as he chased his release. "Probably chasing down unsubs."

"God, I hate you," Alina whimpered, feeling herself tighten around him as she felt herself slowly become undone.

"I don't think so, baby."

She whimpered again, feeling her release creep up to her; his deep strokes and his fingers on her clit was almost too much. She clenched around him again, shuddering against him as she arched her back, her chest pressing against his. "Sir, I'm coming."

"Wait."

Alina whined, "Please."

He let out a huff, humming to himself slightly, keeping his pace even as he smirked against her skin. "You're becoming more and more obedient."

"Only for you."

He groaned at this, rubbing her clit faster as his thrusts became erratic. He shifted his stance so that he can stand more properly, his feet firmly on the ground to make sure he won't slip as he lifted his face so that he can make eye contact with her. "Cum."

Alina moaned as her whole body trembled, hips bucking uncontrollably in pleasure as she followed Aaron's orders without an ounce of resistance. Her fluttering center caused him to groan as he captured her lips with his again, his tongue quickly meeting hers in a frenzy as he found his own release, pumping his seed into her again for the third time today.

Aaron let out a shaky breath as he carefully pulled out of her, his hips shuddering at the loss of contact, before setting her back down to the floor, staring at her open-mouthed. He looked down at her, smirking when she was back to only being up to his chest.

"How was that, tiny?"

She pouted and slapped his chest, pouting even more when he chuckled at her. "Shut up, Chewbacca."

He tutted. "If you don't stop calling me that, I'm gonna have to start calling you an ewok."

"Rude!"

"Hey, you okay, buddy? You all right?" Aaron asked as he picked his son up from the ground and kneeled in front of him. It was finally Jack's much awaited game, and he was surprised to see that both Alina and Pandora came over to show him some support. He was still a little unsure of the teenage girl, only knowing her through stories, but her personality and typical teenage attitude was slowly growing on him.

"Mhm," Jack nodded at his dad, glancing up at Alina and Pandora who were cheering him on, smiling a little.

"Good, okay, get back in there," he carefully wiped his son's knees. "Go on, good job."

He stood up, watching his son ran back into the game, before walking towards the Narvaez sisters who were both cheering for Jack.

"Is he okay?" Alina asked worriedly, not noticing the knowing smirk her younger sister sent her way. But Aaron, being a profiler, saw.

He bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from pointing it out before saying, "He's good. He's still in high spirits, of course. I think all your training paid off."

She patted his arm, proudly smirking up at him. "He was an attentive student."

Aaron looked down at her, admiring her simple yet somehow attractive attire. Given that it was slowly getting warmer, Alina decided on wearing a black, cropped tank top paired with black slacks. On top of that was one of his dress shirts—that he can't remember ever giving to her; it was a pleasant surprise nonetheless—that was only buttoned in the middle. She wore her wavy hair loose, constantly flicking it over her shoulders, and around her neck was the locket she always wore. She had on her everyday makeup consisting of a bit of concealer, blush, and lip tint, and she wore her glasses. To complete her look, on her feet were a pair of Versace Greca Labyrinth boots that were slightly hidden underneath her slacks. It added an extra three-inches to her height.

"You know," Alina suddenly spoke up, eyes still on Jack, but her body was turned towards him. "I don't know if I should be proud or annoyed."

He frowned, subconsciously moving a hand underneath her—his—dress shirt and placing it around her tiny waist. "What do you mean?"

She subtly gestured towards a group of women that were sitting together, just a few feet away from where they stood. Pandora, knowing exactly what her sister was talking about, coughed to hide her cackle as Aaron glanced down at her in confusion.

"They've been eyeing you for about half an hour," Pandora informed him, taking a step back so he can see the women more clearly, even though she didn't really need to, considering her short height. He eyed them for a second before turning his attention back to Alina, not even noticing how one of them waved at him. Pandora coughed again, her face turning a little red as she held back her laughter when she stepped back into place. "We can hear them wondering if you were single or not."

"And how I don't deserve you," Alina snorted. "Apparently, because I'm noticeably younger, I'm already a gold-digger, and or your sugar baby."

He tilted his head. "You're...significantly richer than me."

She threw her head back and finally let out the laugh she's been holding, grasping his arm to keep herself from collapsing to the ground as her knees buckled in amusement. She fanned herself with her free hand, finally making eye contact with him as she caught her breath.

"This is the funniest thing," she said, wiping away a tear. "They were also wondering, at first, if I was your sister."

Aaron could only shake his head at her, glancing at Pandora again who was now crouched on the ground, head between her knees as her whole body shook with laughter. He looked back up at Alina and placed a kiss to her forehead. He then whispered, "We don't even look alike."

"Well, they're trying to make up a story to justify their jealousy," she shrugged. "Is it always like this?"

"Like what?"

"You have all these single moms thirsting after you?"

"Thirsting, really?"

"Well," she shrugged. "It's the best way to describe what they're doing. They definitely resemble dogs who look like they need their thirst to be quenched."

He smiled at her, tracing circles on her skin with his thumb. "Did you just indirectly call them bitches?"

"That's all you," she patted his chest, finally moving her eyes towards Jack again, just in time to see him score another goal. She pointed. "Did you see that? I taught him that."

"I don't doubt it."

Finally, Jack ran back to them as soon as the game finished, the little boy being praised by his coach and other teammates for his job well done. He grinned, waving at his dad. "We won!"

"Yes, you did, buddy!" Aaron praised, removing his hand from Alina's skin as he picked his son up. "You did a great job, Jack."

"I did, and that's thanks to Lina!"

Alina grinned at him. "A bit more training and you can play with the pros!"

Jack giggled and clapped, before gesturing for his dad to put him down. Once his feet were firmly on the ground, he ran towards Pandora, who greeted him with an excited "Boots!"

"Boots?" Aaron frowned a little, looking at Alina for an explanation.

"Dora and Boots," Alina shrugged. "Dora the Explorer?"

"The one that speaks Spanish?"

"Si!" Alina imitated the voice, causing Aaron to facepalm. "Anyway, uh, my dad's...asking about Jack."

Aaron paused. "Your dad?"

"I mean, you don't have to, but dad's smitten, thinks of Jack like his grandson," she shrugged. "I told him we weren't even dating, that I'm not Jack's mom, but he's insisting. He's gonna be at McNair for a while."

"He's the Deputy Commander, right?" He asked.

"Of the 'Screaming Eagles,' yes," Alina sighed a little. "Like I said, you don't have to agree. He's not gonna be in DC for long, anyway, despite the fact that he's supposed to live there."

He looked at her, pity and guilt suddenly filling him. It wasn't the first time he noticed the similarities between him and Alina's dad, and he didn't know if it was a good thing or not. Glancing towards his son who was jumping up and down with Pandora, he wondered if Jack would end up thinking of him the same way Alina thinks of her dad now.

"I can hear your gears turning," Alina pointed out, even as her eyes were trained on Pandora and Jack. "Don't overthink too much, you understand? It's only gonna give you wrinkles."

Aaron shook his head. "Hard not to overthink, Lina. And, uh, I can meet with your dad if he wants to, but I can't promise to be there. Not when--"

"I get it, don't worry," she waved him off.

He sighed. "Alright, well, I'll let you know."

She looked up at him and smiled. "You're a good dad, Aaron. Don't doubt yourself."

"Right," he shook his head, before quickly changing the subject. "Anyway, still can't believe you have a copy of the La Maja desnuda in your bedroom."

"What can I say, I love a good nude painting. And, anyway, I did cover it up, you know."

"Could've fallen off!"

author's note: aaaaaa this took me a while to write up, idek why. i love writing for alina yet somehow when i start to write, i forget what i'm supposed to write about hmmph. this story WILL pick up soon, ofc, considering hotch is about to head to pakistan and, well, there's gonna be a few changes to their dynamic. 

hopefully it won't change much...