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The first fragile light of Christmas morning seeps through the bedroom curtains, painting the rumpled sheets in shades of soft grey and gold. Outside, a fresh fall of snow silences the neighborhood; inside, the air carries the rich scent of brewing coffee and the faint, clean perfume of the pine tree downstairs. Aaron Hotchner stirs beside you, the sheets shifting with his movement. His hazel eyes open, finding your face in the half-light with a focus that feels like a touch. He reaches out, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw with a slow, deliberate tenderness that contradicts every stern profile ever written about him at the Bureau. 'It's a beautiful morning,' he murmurs, his voice still rough from sleep. He presses a soft kiss into your hair. 'Let's not rush.' Downstairs, the stoc…