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The Same Place by tigerlady (NC-17)
Fandom: CRIMINAL MINDS
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner/John Blackwolf
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shetiger (currently on hiatus)
Author Website: Tigerlady's Twisted Thoughts
Why this must be read:
As I said in the primer, there was mad chemistry between Hotch and John Blackwolf in 1x16 The Tribe. This story explores that chemistry, the places it could go were Hotch not bound so by duty.
One of the things I loved best about that episode was the similarity between Hotch and Blackwolf – both of them fiercely protective yet controlled, even as they came from two very different cultures.
Full disclosure: I beta read this story, before I'd ever seen an episode of Criminal Minds for grammar and syntax and general sense-making, as well as DC details. Then I read it again after I'd seen the first season, and it was like an entirely new story.
The bank of elevators wasn't far from where the stairs exited the garage into the lobby, somewhat concealed from the airy atrium by a pair of rotund columns. Aaron pushed the up arrow, then stood back to wait, fingering the torn scrap of paper in his pocket. The elevator dinged. Before he stepped inside, Aaron dropped the scrap of paper into the trash without giving it a second glance. The number 1019 had been seared into his memory from the moment he'd first glanced at it.
He knocked twice.
Blackwolf stared at Aaron for long seconds after he opened the door. Weighing him. Aaron stared back, returning the once-over. Blackwolf wore the same outfit he had at lunch: tight blue jeans, a maroon cotton shirt over a grey T-shirt--but now his shirt was unbuttoned, his feet were bare, and his long hair was loosed from his usual ponytail. He looked comfortable. And as always, slightly amused, his brown eyes shining with the something that never failed to draw Aaron in.
"I could use that drink now," Aaron said.
Blackwolf grinned, lightning quick and bright, and ushered him inside.
The Same Place
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner/John Blackwolf
Author on LJ:
shetiger (currently on hiatus)Author Website: Tigerlady's Twisted Thoughts
Why this must be read:
As I said in the primer, there was mad chemistry between Hotch and John Blackwolf in 1x16 The Tribe. This story explores that chemistry, the places it could go were Hotch not bound so by duty.
One of the things I loved best about that episode was the similarity between Hotch and Blackwolf – both of them fiercely protective yet controlled, even as they came from two very different cultures.
Full disclosure: I beta read this story, before I'd ever seen an episode of Criminal Minds for grammar and syntax and general sense-making, as well as DC details. Then I read it again after I'd seen the first season, and it was like an entirely new story.
The bank of elevators wasn't far from where the stairs exited the garage into the lobby, somewhat concealed from the airy atrium by a pair of rotund columns. Aaron pushed the up arrow, then stood back to wait, fingering the torn scrap of paper in his pocket. The elevator dinged. Before he stepped inside, Aaron dropped the scrap of paper into the trash without giving it a second glance. The number 1019 had been seared into his memory from the moment he'd first glanced at it.
He knocked twice.
Blackwolf stared at Aaron for long seconds after he opened the door. Weighing him. Aaron stared back, returning the once-over. Blackwolf wore the same outfit he had at lunch: tight blue jeans, a maroon cotton shirt over a grey T-shirt--but now his shirt was unbuttoned, his feet were bare, and his long hair was loosed from his usual ponytail. He looked comfortable. And as always, slightly amused, his brown eyes shining with the something that never failed to draw Aaron in.
"I could use that drink now," Aaron said.
Blackwolf grinned, lightning quick and bright, and ushered him inside.
The Same Place