Disclaimer: I don't own (and this is quite a long list but I'm just gonna name a few) CM or the characters, Saving Abel or The Sex Is Good.
Author's note: This wasn't supposed to happen, but then my friends sister played this song (Saving Abel with The Sex Is Good) and I just thought about Morgan. And I couldn't get the idea to disappear sooo – I wrote it...
She looked through the peephole and unlocked the door as she recognized his features and chocolatey skin.
"I didn't expect you at this hour," Prentiss said and pulled the short silk kimono closer. "I thought you went to a bar with Reid."
Morgan gave her a broad grin. "There weren't anything worth staying for when Reid went home."
"So you thought you'd come here to nurse your ego?"
"You aren't the last resort, if that's what you think." He stepped closer to her and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "The sex is way too good for that."
Emily pushed the pain caused by his thoughtless words away and pulled him close so she could reach his mouth. She hated herself and her docility more for every time he showed up at her door, but she couldn't say no.
She pulled away and wrinkled her nose. "You taste like beer and smoke."
"Busted," he said and pulled her back by her hair. She moaned as his hand grabbed her ass. He felt so good pressed against her body like this. But how she wished there was more to it than just sex.
She pushed him back on the bed and looked at his naked body with contentment. So beautiful.
"Are you just going to look at me, or does this scenario involve some actual action Gorgeous?" he asked. She knew it was a rhetorical question because there was no way for her to keep off him. She went over and turned off the light and then sat down on the floor in front of him. She caressed his inner thighs with her nails. His breathing was slow and heavy.
"I'll show you action." He moaned loudly as she took him in her mouth and let her tongue and teeth play gently with the velvety length.
He came with a hoarse groan and fell back on the bed next to her, asleep almost immediately.
This was by far the hardest part.
She propped herself up on her elbow and watched as the relaxed expression spread on Morgan's face. How she wanted to snuggle against him and have him drape his heavy arm over her body. She wanted to close the small space between them and kiss his soft lips. She wanted to talk about her day and listen to him talking about his although she knew exactly how it went, having been there with him all along. She wanted to make breakfast to him in the morning and have passionate morning sex in the shower.
Hell, she just wanted him to say her name for once!
She sighed and laid back.
She rubbed her eyes confused, not sure what had woken her. A whimper and a rustle next to her made her turn towards Morgan.
"No... Don't do that... Don't touch her..." he murmured obviously having a nightmare.
"Derek," Prentiss said softly. "Derek wake up, you're having a bad dream." She frowned when she gained no response. She reached over and touched his shoulder lightly. Morgan sat up startled.
"ELLIE!" He looked around with confusion painted on his face.
"It's alright Derek, you're at my place."
He looked at her blankly but relaxed back on the bed. His soft breathing told her that he was back to sleeping.
She clutched her hands to her chest but the pain didn't leave. It felt like a thousand daggers was being punched into her chest. She bit down on her lip telling her tears to disappear. A silent sob left her mouth and she pushed her face down into her pillow trying to cry without waking the man next to her.
Why didn't he care for her like that?
Her breath caught in her throat as she felt a hand on her arm. She looked shocked up from the pillow – had he noticed? There was a frown on Morgan's face but he was still asleep. She took his hand and could have sworn that Morgan smiled in his sleep.
He looked at the beautiful woman lost in sleep on the bed as he pulled on his clothes.
He suspected that she might have feelings for him, but he knew she knew he didn't have any for her. Except for attraction.
He went to the bathroom to pee and watched his face closely in the mirror. He looked good. He felt good too.
It was always better to sleep with someone next to him.
Sorry about the sad ending, but it's actually what I do the best...
