Red Gums And Blisters In Mouth

Title: El Sol de Miami
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Warnings / Spoilers: 3x17 technically on, but apart from where they are and love gay speech, nothing more.
Characters / Pairs: Hotch / Rossi
Summary: Miami Heat takes its toll on Aaron Hotch. Or so he says.
Notes: Hell, I back. And Hotch. And Rossi * fangirl *. Dedicated to rhea_carlysse because it was \u0026lt;333
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say that when you meet someone enough, everything, absolutely everything natural feel, which fits into the place where it should. Well, that's what Hotch has heard many times throughout his life but that had not had many opportunities to prove it.

Until now, of course.

Because to him this "sleep with a co-worker" was something of a premise of the Twilight Zone. Something that he does not happen in a million years. The 'problem', still too dazed to find another noun that fits you best, is that David Rossi was not a co-worker. It was Dave.

The point is, not even your thoughts are consistent at this time vaya– que no se sintió extraño. Ni raro. De hecho, cuando su lengua le raspó el paladar la primera vez, no se le ocurrió pensar algo tan dramático como “¿Qué demonios estamos haciendo?” No. Más bien fue una sensación de desazón por haberse perdido algo tan bueno durante mucho tiempo. También aquella súbita revelación que todo estaba en su lugar, piezas de un viejo rompecabezas encajando por fin.

Eso o el sexo le alteró las neuronas.

Se queda con la primera opción, mientras echa un bostezo y reclina la espalda sobre el colchón, desperezando el cuerpo. El sitio de junto está vacío y las sábanas frías, pero gracias al sonido the shower does not have to think too much about where is Dave.

When the bathroom door opens, Hotch and sits in a corner of the bed, placing his shoes. Dave has his shirt collar unbuttoned, his tie hanging to the left shoulder.

"You look around a pimp.

The phrase comes from his lips before you know it is a bad joke. That or I should say something to circumvent the stress of having to win away his clothes. Again. That sounded like a schoolgirl, but strangely, is not bothered. That speech may Dave a few hours ago had something to do. That, or be in the Miami sun. Yes

Tiene que ser eso.

Se da cuenta tarde que Dave ojea su reloj de muñeca, con una media sonrisa. Hotch conoce el gesto, la mitad de los labios apuntando al cielo, mueca convertida en enigma. Con algo tan simple comenzó todo hace escasas horas. La media sonrisa y luego el brillo en los ojos.

Cree escuchar un susurro que se asemeja a “todavía tenemos tiempo” antes que la lengua le roce una vez más el paladar, pierda el equilibrio y caiga sobre la cama.