Cold Steel and Hot Breath [FanFic]
Just a quick thing I tapped out for comment_fic to stretch my fanfic-ing muscles real quick...the prompt was "Criminal Minds, Hotchner, he has nightmares from his attack by Foyet." It's super short, haha!
The sensations were always the same. Cold steel and hot breath. Sometimes he could see The Reaper's face, make out that cocky smile that declared "I own you", but other times it was just this all consuming blackness that sprawled across the agent's body, suffocating him. Part of him would always want to cry out, to beg the man stop or just kill him because either would be better than being kept in this powerless limbo. But Hotch was a profiler. He knew begging and pleading was just what Foyet wanted and he refused to give the psychopath the satisfaction. Then....Cold steel and hot breath.
Hotch shot up in bed with a sharp intake of breath. The feeling from the dream, the nightmare, would linger for hours now. Those two terrifying sensations...cold steel and hot breath.
The sensations were always the same. Cold steel and hot breath. Sometimes he could see The Reaper's face, make out that cocky smile that declared "I own you", but other times it was just this all consuming blackness that sprawled across the agent's body, suffocating him. Part of him would always want to cry out, to beg the man stop or just kill him because either would be better than being kept in this powerless limbo. But Hotch was a profiler. He knew begging and pleading was just what Foyet wanted and he refused to give the psychopath the satisfaction. Then....Cold steel and hot breath.
Hotch shot up in bed with a sharp intake of breath. The feeling from the dream, the nightmare, would linger for hours now. Those two terrifying sensations...cold steel and hot breath.