Closer | Aaron Hotchner

III

Let's talk about sex

The morning after her late-night conversation with Aaron, Luna took a very long shower thinking about the pros and cons of a possible sexual encounter with her hot neighbor. But she didn't come up with any. Her head was empty and all she could think of was... just doing it.

So she decided to simply go for it and ask him to have sex, just once. She truly needed someone to take care of her needs and her new neighbor seemed very suitable. His hands were nice and all she could think of was how they would feel around her neck.

But as he said, she hardly ever saw him. She actually didn't see him at all. Which kind of made her think that it wasn't actually a good idea to ask a guy she barely knew to have sex with her.

Two weeks passed without seeing the other until she bumped into him at the laundry room of their apartment complex.

Luna was moving the clothes from the washer to the laundry cart when Aaron arrived, choosing the machine next to her.

"Hey." His soft voice still made her jump a little.

"Hey, you."

As soon as she saw him, with his hair kind of messy, dressed so casually, wearing sweats and a sports shirt, a full movie popped in her head. Him, dropping his laundry basket to the ground and lifting her by her ass to sit her on the closest washer machine as he stood in between her legs, violently capturing her mouth, slowly brushing his tongue against hers and...

"How've you been?"

She cleared her throat and shook away her daydream, focusing again on picking up her wet underwear and scrubs. "I'm doing great, I haven't seen you in a while."

"I told you." He noticed the mint green work uniform on her cart. She only told him that she worked as a stripper, but it didn't take to be a profiler for him to guess she worked in the health field as well.

Luna felt his eyes on every movement of hers. "Did the serial killers decide to give you a day off?"

"Yeah." He chuckled as he emptied his basket in the machine.

The intrusive thoughts kept invading Luna's mind as they maintained a not that boring small talk, but it was hard to keep her focus on his eyes and not on his lips.

Aaron was genuinely super nice, polite, and... decent, that the idea of him accepting her dirty proposition was impossible.

So she didn't do it.

Another week passed, actually seeing him three times after work and talking until late in the hallway. Their conversations were so effortless that if it wasn't because one of them showed first their work fatigue by yawning big, they could talk for hours.

The next time they were in the same place at the same time, was at the grocery store.

Luna was in the canned food aisle looking for some black beans for her dinner when she saw a tall silhouette walk by from the corner of her eye, but it was his already familiar presence —and perfume— that alerted her that it was Aaron.