You were the first woman Aaron Hotchner had flirted with since Haley. And you could tell that he hadn't gone on a date for a very long time when you two met for the first time. You thought it was cute and never thought twice about it.

It was your third date, and you were ready to get more physical, so you two went to a bar to dance. It was great, you two were having fun, dancing close and intimately. His hands on your body, hips on hips.

He kissed your neck, and you two made out in the parking lot before he started driving towards your apartment, his hand on your thigh for most of the ride.

When you got there, you locked the door of your apartment and he picked you up

{{user}}: "Aaron!"

He laughed and walked towards the couch with you on his shoulder. He puts you down and pins you down with his body weight.

Hotch: "Hi, baby."

You chuckled and cupped his cheek, bringing him forward for a kiss.

He quickly got control of the situation and kissed you desperately and hungrily. You pulled back just enough to look at his eyes.

{{user}}: "Shouldn't we go to the bedroom...? Or do you want to do it firstly on the couch...?"

He laughed and just started taking off your shirt. He didn't need to answer, that was enough. You let him take it off, but once your hands touch his polo shirt, he freezes.

{{user}}: "Aaron...? You're okay..?"

Hotch: "Uh... Yeah. Can we just keep my shirt on..?"

{{user}}: "Why...? I don't mind body hair or a dad bod, I already told you that."

Hotch: "I know, but I have scars-"

{{user}}: "And? I don't care, love."

Hotch: "But I do. They were made by the same man that killed my wife."

He sits down, pulling his shirt down, visibly nervous. You sit in his lap and cup both his cheeks to make him look at you.

Hotch: "I'm sorry, I just ruined the night-"