Author's Note: I'm totally crazy, but I'm going to work on two stories at once. For those reading Half the Sky, don't worry...the next chapter is almost done. But someone requested a Demily story with a different twist and this is where I went with those initial ideas. (Thanks, I think, wineplease78...haha). Requirements: Emily's getting married (to someone else) and lots of Demily sex. I'm taking this one someplace a little darker. It's not a pretty love story at all, but it's still a love story. Enjoy...I hope!
October 2014
Emily Prentiss sat at her desk at Interpol and stared at the ring on her finger as she addressed the simple wedding invitations she and Brian had made on the computer the day before. She'd been seeing Brian for about seven months, though they'd been friends for much longer. Brian was a professor at Oxford. He was mellow, kind and predictable; he was the last person Emily thought she'd be marrying if she ever married anyone at all. But he'd taken her out two nights before, the last Saturday in October, and asked her to marry him, and the "yes" had fallen from her lips easily.
They were both in their mid-forties, both had lived relatively lonely, career-driven lives. He didn't fully comprehend her career choice, but he respected it. He was okay with the long hours and the time away. They were both just wanting to someone to come home to, and he was comfortable with that being only three or four nights a week in Emily's case.
She loved him. She did. It wasn't passionate and it wasn't what she'd pictured for herself when she was younger, but she was getting older. She hadn't had time in the past decade to even contemplate adjusting her ideals. She'd been happy with Brian for months; he asked, with a grin and a hopeful twinkle in his blue eyes, and she said yes.
When she looked at the ring on her finger, she smiled, and to her, that spoke volumes. It was happiness, just a different sort of happiness, a mellower kind. But she was well into her forties now, and mellow sounded pretty good.
Emily picked up her phone, took a picture of the ring on her finger, and sent it off to JJ with a simple, "Guess what?"
JJ was the only member of the BAU she talked with regularly; Garcia a close second. Spencer would write her sometimes, old-fashioned letters, when a case was difficult for him or he was struggling, and she'd write him back. She communicated with Hotch and Rossi via short texts now and then. And Morgan...well, their communication was similar to hers and Spencer's, except done via email.
JJ's response was fast. "OMG! Congrats! I'm so happy for you! When?"
Emily smiled and wrote back, "December 27th. Mailing out invites today, but I know it's likely you guys can't come. I totally understand. It's last minute and it's going to be small. Brian's parents will be here for Christmas, so we're just going to do it then, in a facility at Oxford."
"I'll talk to Hotch. We should be there. Definitely! Morgan has a new address. He and Savannah moved into one of his renovated houses, so mail his invite there."
Emily's heartbeat picked up a bit at that news and the address JJ sent a few seconds later. Emily had been in that house briefly, the previous February, when she'd flown to help find JJ. Derek was proud of his latest project, and she was his friend. When he'd taken her to the airport that evening the past February, they'd chatted, he told her about Savannah, they'd swung by the house and he'd shown her the place.
She was happy for Derek, but surprised. She never really saw Derek Morgan settling down.
Emily shook her head from those thoughts. "Got it, thanks!" she wrote back to JJ. "Look for the invitations in the mail."
Emily's hands were shaking slightly when she wrote Derek Morgan on the envelope, followed by his new address. She sighed and put her chin in her hand, looking off in the distance out her office window, allowing herself to think about something she hadn't let herself think about in over two years.
June 2012
The second Sunday in June, Emily finished cleaning out her apartment. Her boxes were shipped and everything sold. She packed up Sergio in a cat carrier and brought him to Garcia's. She didn't stay long because she was feeling uncertain and sad. Besides, they were all planning to go out the next night, her last night in DC. She kissed Sergio goodbye, handed him to Garcia, and made a hasty retreat, saying she needed to check into her hotel.
The plan on Monday was to turn in her badge, clean out her desk, then they were all going to go out to dinner. She had a ticket on the 9:00am flight to London on Tuesday morning.
But it was the BAU, and things didn't go as planned. She turned in her badge and official resignation. She signed the paperwork. She kept her tears in check. But in the middle of all of that, JJ blew into Hotch's office with a local kidnapping case in Virginia that they were being called in to help with. Hotch looked at Emily and held out her badge to her and asked her if she wanted to come, but she shook her head. Emily pushed her badge back towards him gently with a smile. "No," she said. "I need to clean things up here."
He nodded, and it was with hasty hugs that she said goodbye to her friends at the BAU, besides Garcia. They said they'd keep her posted and if they got done, maybe they could still make dinner happen. Emily nodded and told them to go. She still held back her tears. She packed up her desk and then wandered into Garcia's office. She stayed to try and help on that end for awhile, but it was too much and too emotional. When she felt like she was on the verge of falling apart, she stood up, gave Garcia a hug goodbye, told her she'd see her in July since Garcia had already planned that trip, and left headquarters.
Once she'd checked herself into her hotel room in DC, she allowed herself some tears. She didn't really know what the hell she was doing, only that it felt like the right move. A step up, a different atmosphere. She wanted to give it a try.
She cried herself out and napped, then showered and put on pajamas. She ordered room service at eight o'clock, when the dinner plans with the BAU seemed completely out of the question. At nine-o'clock, she washed her face again and brushed her teeth and sat in the bed, aimlessly flipping through the channels. At ten o'clock, there was a light knock on her hotel room door.
She went to open it a crack, expecting JJ, or maybe Garcia, who had come to give a final goodbye. Instead who she saw was Derek Morgan, holding a bottle of wine with a smile on his face. "I had to say goodbye properly," was all he said.
Emily grinned and let him into the hotel room. There was a friendly ease with him that she enjoyed. They drank the wine and reminisced. They didn't talk about her leaving, both wanting to keep the mood light. They laughed a lot, both of them sitting in chairs around the small table in Emily's hotel room. It wasn't uncomfortable having him there with her only in her pajamas. After years of cases and hotel rooms, there wasn't a whole lot that would make her uncomfortable around him. They'd both seen each other at their best, and their worst.
After the wine was finished, Morgan stood up like he was getting ready to leave, and Emily felt disappointed. She was enjoying the nostalgia and wasn't ready for this final goodbye to be over yet. "Hey Morgan," she said with a smirk, "Have you ever thrown caution to the wind and raided the mini bar in a hotel?"
He grinned at her, "No, actually. Have you?"
"Nope," she said, returning his grin.
"I'm game," he laughed.
And they went for it. They got pretty drunk. Not so much that they didn't know which end was up, but enough to be comfortable enough to find themselves laying on the hotel bed, laughing at some of the funnier shared experiences they'd had over the years.
Drunk enough that when they both reached for the container of peanuts, the last bit of food from the mini-fridge that sat between them on the bed, they'd cracked up and wrestled for the can. And it was only then, when she met his eyes as he was sobering from his laugh and on top of her, reaching for the can that she was holding up above her head, that they shared a moment of seriousness.
She could feel him them, pressed against her, and years of curiosity and occasional bantering and flirting came bubbling to the surface, ridden on a wave of wine, vodka and various other small bottles of alcohol. Emily could see it in his eyes that he was thinking the same thing.
But it was a bad idea. She wasn't so drunk that she didn't realize that. She never, ever did this when she was drunk anyway, so even if it was an okay idea, she had an internal mechanism that told her to stop. She gave him a friendly grin and moved her arms to hand him the can of peanuts. "You win," she said.
Derek didn't move. He just kept looking her in the eyes. His question was a short seven words. "What do we have to lose now?"
And then his lips were on hers and her first thought was "Stop!" but the second his tongue reached out and grazed across her bottom lip, her mouth opened on its own. He was right. There was nothing to lose here. They'd never have to work with each other again. She would be thousands of miles away by this time tomorrow.
The can of peanuts tumbled from her hand and she wrapped her arms around his neck, meeting his passionate kiss that was better than anything she'd ever imagined when she thought about Derek Morgan, and she had allowed herself to think about it on occasion. His question he'd asked a few seconds before lead her to believe he'd thought about it a bit as well.
"It's just fucking," she told herself, as his kiss never let up and she felt like she was going to pass out from lack of oxygen, as his hands slid confidently under her t-shirt and grazed the sides of her breasts. He shifted his hips at the moment and it was in those several beats of a second, when he pulled his mouth away from hers and looked in her eyes that she knew she could put a halt to this with no awkwardness. Instead, she wrapped her legs around him more firmly and urged him to keep going.
And then his mouth was on hers again, only breaking contact for the brief second it took for him to tug her shirt over her head.
There were no declarations of love, no declarations of how amazing or beautiful the other was. Nothing that could hold either of them to that moment come the next day. He knew she was leaving; she knew she would get on that plane. She wasn't even sure she could ever really love a man like Derek Morgan. She loved him as a friend, and she trusted him, but there was an edge to him that bordered on an ego she didn't think she could ever feel totally comfortable with. This was purely a sexual curiosity, she told herself over and over as his lips moved to her neck and down her body, teeth and tongue first exploring her right breast before moving onto her left.
They both just let themselves live in that moment.
She tugged his shirt up and off him and they kissed again. She was aware of the light moans and sighs escaping from her, of what his skin and muscles felt like under her hands, of how warm he was, how he managed a balance between soft and hard at the same time that she didn't even thing could be real. She couldn't really keep track of time because her head was cloudy and her heart was pounding. She didn't know for certain if he spent an eternity kissing her breasts and stomach or just seconds, but recalled the moment when she felt his hands on the waistband of her pajama pants and underwear, and she remembered giving no second thought to lifting her hips and allowing him to pull those garments off.
He did look at her then. He stood at the side of the bed and took in her body, and she didn't let herself linger on his eyes; not sure she wanted to see what was there. Instead, she looked at his hands on his belt buckle and raised an eyebrow, and she remembered him laughing lightly and undoing the belt and then undoing the button and zipper on his pants and removing both pants and briefs quickly. He stood before her for just a few seconds and she couldn't even absorb it all; how amazing he looked, how perfect, how fucking huge he was.
Before she could comprehend her feelings upon finally seeing him naked or any doubts she was having in that moment, he was back on top of her and kissing her. She could feel him pressing against her and the room was spinning, from the alcohol and the feelings that were there under the surface that she didn't understand and she was just sober enough to keep locked down.
She remembered feeling a sense of wildness she'd never known before; no caution and no hesitation. She wriggled her body and adjusted her hips and she could feel him right there at her entrance. "Do I need…" he attempted to ask. But she shook her head and used her heels on the back of his thighs to push him forward. She was more than ready. And if she was only going to experience this once, she was going to experience all of it.
There was a blinding flash of pain, because of his size and how long it had been for her, but it was brief and it gave way to ecstasy a second later. She ripped her lips away from his and and a sound escaped her mouth that she'd never heard before. His lips were on her neck and he was moving inside her and she didn't know if it was his size, or because he knew so well what he was doing, or, and she did let this thought flit across her mind - maybe it was because it was just him - but it was only a few thrusts later when when she felt herself tightening around him and a loud moan tumbled out of her mouth, and she started shaking.
He looked at her then, and his look was shock and awe, and then he closed his eyes and started moving again. She didn't know what it meant to be multi-orgasmic, or to feel this free. Her second orgasm came shortly after the first, and after she'd stopped quaking around him, he pulled out of her and put a hand on her hip, urging her to turn over. She did, not even caring anymore about anything except how good it felt.
She was on her knees and Derek was bent over her, his hands on her breasts and slamming into her when her third orgasm rolled through her and she shouted a loud, breathy, "Fuck." His hands were on her waist then, urging her to an upright position, and she let him move her. They were both on their knees sitting up, her legs on either side of his. His breath and lips were on her neck and back, and one hand was on her breast while the other trailed between her legs. She wrapped one arm behind his neck and just tried to hang on, because she honestly didn't know at that point how she was still even conscious.
Her fourth and final orgasm that night was longer and louder than the others and Derek followed right behind her. They were both loud. She remembered that. Their skin was slick with a fine sheen of sweat and they were swearing and moaning and she was screaming. She remembered hearing a bang coming from the other side of the wall and a muffled shout of, "Shut the fuck up!"
And as they collapsed on the bed, she remembered Derek wrapping his arm around her and laughing quietly against her back. "Wow," was all he said.
"Exactly," she whispered back. Then they both laughed and fell asleep.
The next morning he was up early to get ready for work, and she needed to get ready for her flight. He kissed her briefly on the forehead, said he'd miss her, said to have a safe flight and he'd talk to her soon, and was out the door, solidifying for her that it was just what she thought it was, and all it could be; it was just sex. She guzzled water on her flight to help with the headache she had, and when the pain of that went away, she let the whole experience the night before go.
Emily was torn from her thoughts when there was a brief knock on her office door. Her administrative assistant poked her head in. "Ma'am, they're waiting for you in the conference room."
Emily cleared her throat and nodded. She hastily grabbed the envelope and shook her head. It was one night, well in the past, that they'd never spoken of again. They were drunk, there was a sense of finality about it, a first and only time type of thing. She really shouldn't be thinking about it now. Heaving a rather loud sigh she wrote, "and Savannah Hayes," after Derek's name on the envelope. She sealed it and handed the small stack of envelopes to her assistant. "Please see that these get in the mail today."
