FIC: Emotional Ties, Hotch/Reid, rated R
Title:Emotional Ties
Author:darkhawkhealer
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Hotch/Reid
Rating: Rish
Word Count: A little under 650.
Warnings: Can be found here.
Summary: Sometimes it's not Spencer that has the problem with overthinking things.
He's not paying attention.
Aaron met with his ex-wife earlier today, and when he came home, he had that look on his face. Without a word I went and got the rope. I don't know why he was surprised when I knelt in front of him, but he followed me into the bedroom and began to arrange me quietly. We're normally quiet with each other when we play these games. Aaron likes to concentrate on making perfect knots, on tying me up in a way that leaves beautiful patterns over my skin and isn't painful. I like to let him. I like to relax into the rope and let him move me to where he wants me. Occasionally he'll murmur a word of praise, and he always touches me with a reverence I don't deserve.
But today he's unsettled. He's not paying full attention to what he's doing and the rope is loose. Whatever he's thinking about, it isn't pleasant, because with a muttered oath and a quiet, "I can't do this," he's out the door.
It leaves me uneasy, and I listen for the sound of the front door opening or closing. When it doesn't, I let myself loose, thankful that he started at my feet and left my hands free.
I don't bother with clothes as I wander downstairs, looking for my guilt-ridden lover. As expected, he's sitting at the breakfast bar, a glass of scotch in his hand. I snag a second bar stool and pull it flush against his, draping one long leg over both of his and propping up my other on the other side of him. My arms go around him and he glances at me and takes another drink. I rest my chin on his shoulder take a deep breath, inhaling the scent of him.
"Do we need to have the 'It's Okay To Want This' discussion again?" I murmur, teasing gently. "I'll be happy to give you the 'History of Kinbaku' lecture as many times as needed."
Aaron huffs a laugh. "No, thanks. I remember the lecture from last time."
He makes me smile when he listens to me, and I press a kiss to the part of his jaw I can reach. "Then what's wrong?"
"Spencer," he sighs. "I'm tying you up to keep you with me. That's not healthy."
"You are not tying me up to keep me with you," I answer, tightening my hold around him and not letting him say anything else. "You're tying me up because I ask you to. Because you like the pretty patterns the rope makes. You're tying me up because I like to be bound. You're tying me up because we're two consenting adults who appreciate the beauty and eroticism and the passion and the love that goes into every knot!" I poke him gently, hurt seeping into my voice. "Besides, if you think you have to tie me up to keep me here, then I'm obviously not doing a good job of telling you how I feel."
"Oh, Spencer." Aaron pulls me to straddle him, his hand slipping around my back to cushion where I'm pressed into the counter. "I love you, you know that?"
I swallow and nod uncertainly, aching at the pain in his eyes.
"I just...worry."
"I don't know why," I tell him. "It's just you and me."
He smiles a little. "You're right. It's part of our dynamic."
"And there's nothing wrong with that," I say firmly.
"And there's nothing wrong with that," he agrees, smiling up at me. I lean down to kiss him and he kisses me back, sweeping his hands over my chilled skin and coming to rest over the curve of my hips.
I'm breathless when we part, resting my forehead on his. "Now will you please come tie me up and make me pretty?"
He laughs again. "Nothing in this world can make you more beautiful than you already are," he tells me, reaching up to push my hair behind my ear, "But we can try."
Author:darkhawkhealer
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Hotch/Reid
Rating: Rish
Word Count: A little under 650.
Warnings: Can be found here.
Summary: Sometimes it's not Spencer that has the problem with overthinking things.
He's not paying attention.
Aaron met with his ex-wife earlier today, and when he came home, he had that look on his face. Without a word I went and got the rope. I don't know why he was surprised when I knelt in front of him, but he followed me into the bedroom and began to arrange me quietly. We're normally quiet with each other when we play these games. Aaron likes to concentrate on making perfect knots, on tying me up in a way that leaves beautiful patterns over my skin and isn't painful. I like to let him. I like to relax into the rope and let him move me to where he wants me. Occasionally he'll murmur a word of praise, and he always touches me with a reverence I don't deserve.
But today he's unsettled. He's not paying full attention to what he's doing and the rope is loose. Whatever he's thinking about, it isn't pleasant, because with a muttered oath and a quiet, "I can't do this," he's out the door.
It leaves me uneasy, and I listen for the sound of the front door opening or closing. When it doesn't, I let myself loose, thankful that he started at my feet and left my hands free.
I don't bother with clothes as I wander downstairs, looking for my guilt-ridden lover. As expected, he's sitting at the breakfast bar, a glass of scotch in his hand. I snag a second bar stool and pull it flush against his, draping one long leg over both of his and propping up my other on the other side of him. My arms go around him and he glances at me and takes another drink. I rest my chin on his shoulder take a deep breath, inhaling the scent of him.
"Do we need to have the 'It's Okay To Want This' discussion again?" I murmur, teasing gently. "I'll be happy to give you the 'History of Kinbaku' lecture as many times as needed."
Aaron huffs a laugh. "No, thanks. I remember the lecture from last time."
He makes me smile when he listens to me, and I press a kiss to the part of his jaw I can reach. "Then what's wrong?"
"Spencer," he sighs. "I'm tying you up to keep you with me. That's not healthy."
"You are not tying me up to keep me with you," I answer, tightening my hold around him and not letting him say anything else. "You're tying me up because I ask you to. Because you like the pretty patterns the rope makes. You're tying me up because I like to be bound. You're tying me up because we're two consenting adults who appreciate the beauty and eroticism and the passion and the love that goes into every knot!" I poke him gently, hurt seeping into my voice. "Besides, if you think you have to tie me up to keep me here, then I'm obviously not doing a good job of telling you how I feel."
"Oh, Spencer." Aaron pulls me to straddle him, his hand slipping around my back to cushion where I'm pressed into the counter. "I love you, you know that?"
I swallow and nod uncertainly, aching at the pain in his eyes.
"I just...worry."
"I don't know why," I tell him. "It's just you and me."
He smiles a little. "You're right. It's part of our dynamic."
"And there's nothing wrong with that," I say firmly.
"And there's nothing wrong with that," he agrees, smiling up at me. I lean down to kiss him and he kisses me back, sweeping his hands over my chilled skin and coming to rest over the curve of my hips.
I'm breathless when we part, resting my forehead on his. "Now will you please come tie me up and make me pretty?"
He laughs again. "Nothing in this world can make you more beautiful than you already are," he tells me, reaching up to push my hair behind my ear, "But we can try."