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Okay, i am SO SO SO sorry about the long wait; you would not believe what has been going on recently! But I'm back with this short story, dedicated to all the people who love my work. The lack of reviews put me down for quite a while, but i hope they'll pick up again xx

ALSO I got a liiitle bored with just posting stories, so thats why I got a twitter page JUST for my fanfiction! Sad, i know, but i have little else to do atm...

PLEASE give it a look, and if you have twitter then don't hesitate to follow my random ramblings. It's pretty new, so there's barely anything on it so far, but you know it'll build in time!

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Thanks to everyone, sorry its so short, but do enjoy!

Helaina OUT!

The first time I saw him, I wanted to know what Gideon was thinking. He wasn't samll enough to be a boy, but it wasn't exactly like he acted like a man... I honestly didn't know what to make of him. He filled his coffee to the brim with coffee, talked utter nonsense to his coworkers and stuttered every time he was confronted with an alpha male. I was almost certain Gideon had made a mistake.

Although it wasn't long until i noticed the smaller things about him, the ones you have to look out for, but never fail to put a smile on his face.

He was sweet, without meaning to be. Funny, even though he sometimes didn't understand it. He cared for his friends, and loved them all as his family. He was a pure and kind person, which Hotch thought was a hard thing to find in this day and age... Whenever he got hurt, Hotch wasn't sure what he should do: cry or fight. He always chose fight. It was just the way he was. He was programmed to defend anything more fragile than himself.

Then Spencer got a fever.

It should have been a bad thing, but Hotch couldn't have been more grateful. It brought them together.

He could still taste Spencer on his lips as he gently trailed kisses from him throat to his hip. He could still feel the sweat beneath his hands as Spencer was brave from the onslaught Hotch forced on him. He could still hear the constant cries and moans for 'more, more. Oh God, please Aaron, more!' Hotch was always grinning at this point, loving the knowledge that he did this to Spencer. He bought him this pleasure, and Spencer trusted him completely to hand over his mind, body and soul to him.

Hotch was a lucky man and he knew it all too well. He would hold his lover at night and tell him just how loved and wanted he was. He would run his fingers through his hair and caress his back. Spencer loved it when he did this.

It didn't take Hotch long to figure out that Spencer craved touch. Any kind of touch. The kid was content just to lie in his arms and be incased by them; he felt so secure he often fell asleep in no time after this occurred.

Hotch knew that this man, this fragile, coffee loving man, was the only man he could ever conceive of loving. Spencer was his one and only.

He wouldn't live without Spencer by his side.