(Alright! Here is a new fic that I can't get out of my head. It follows the idea of JJ slowly but surely bedding every other single member of the BAU. Really it's just shameless smut, with as much plot as I can be bothered to pack in haha. The first chapter is Morgan, but let me know in the reviews who you would like to see next!)

Morgan

The plane landed shortly after 10 pm. Part of me wanted nothing more than to go home and crawl into bed beside Will. It had been a long week spent chasing a serial arsonist through Arizona, and I was more than relieved to be back in Virginia where you could walk outside without immediately breaking out into a sweat. But I knew that wasn't the best plan of action. If I went straight home to my sleeping house, I would have to get up in the morning and work out, where as if I bit the bullet and got my work out in tonight, I could sleep in a bit and from the moment I got up I could spend time with Will and Henry.

I dropped off my files at my desk with a sigh.

"What's wrong, Blondie?"

I turned to find Morgan. "Oh nothing. Just trying to resign myself to hitting the gym."

"Jayje no! Just go home. You look great, skipping one day at the gym won't hurt," Emily called from her desk.

"Well I'm not planning on doing anything more physical than walking to the coffee maker all weekend, so I need to work out tonight."

"Want some company?" Morgan asked.

"You don't have any plans? No pretty girls to sweet talk?" I teased.

He grinned at me. "Is that really all you think I do?"

"Yup. Girls, gains, and guns; the three Gs," Em replied.

"I'm hurt, Prentiss. I thought you knew me better than that," he said with a shake of his head.

"If you wanna tag along with me to the fitness center, I don't mind. It'll help pass the time."

"Great, lets go."

X

I had been planning on just getting in a run, but when Morgan offered to spar with me, I gratefully accepted. I needed any practice I could get.

I brought a hand up to wipe at my forehead before bringing my fists back into a loose defensive stance. We had been on the mat for close to thirty minutes, during which he had taken me down four times. Each time, his body lingered over mine for just a few moments longer than the time before. My chest would heave as I caught my breath and I could tell how much he was fighting not to glance down at my breasts.

He jabbed at me and I dodged. I threw a few punches of my own which he evaded. I ducked another hit and saw a window. I landed a punch to this his stomach, threw an upper cut, and hooked my foot behind his ankle. I pulled back hard, and he grabbed my wrist, pulling me with him to the mat as he fell.

I pushed myself to sitting, my knees on either side of his hips. He laughed and held up his hands in mock surrender.

I grinned and started to say something, but at that moment he lost his inner battle and finally allowed himself a glimpse at my chest. The old familiar flame ignited in my veins and I obeyed the urge to lean down and capture his lips with mine.

He responded without hesitation, his hands coming to grasp my hips. My own hands wandered across the expanse of his chest and arms, caressing him as if I was committing the muscles to memory.

Suddenly he pulled back. "JJ wait."

I kissed along his jaw, finding my way to his ear. "Wait for what?"

"You're married. This isn't... I'm no cheater. Neither are you."

I nibbled on his earlobe. "Will knows. And he's okay with it."

"You asked your husband if you could step out on him?"

I rolled my eyes as I pulled back so I could look at him. "Ever since I started at the BAU I've had this... thing. I always find my way into the beds, showers, hotel rooms, and in this case I guess onto the mat with my coworkers. It started long before Will and I met, and he's accepted it. We agreed on a semi open marriage. We play around when the opportunity arises but at the end of the day we love no one but each other. Honestly, with the hours our team works, it's the only way to not lose your mind."

"Wait... coworkers? Who else?"

I smirked and lowered back down so that our chests were pressed together. "Wouldn't you like to know."

"Emily?" I smiled a little wider. "Elle?"

"Those would be the two you're most interested in," I teased. "But the answer is yes to both."

"Garcia?"

"You think you're the only one who gets to call her Baby Girl?" I cocked my eyebrow at him. I could feel him growing harder beneath me.

"Hotch?"

"Let's just say I have a list and I'm working my way through it, slowly but surely."

"How come I never got invited to the party?"

I shrugged. "I knew we would find our way here soon enough. I didn't see any reason to rush things. Plus," I pressed my body even closer to his, "I wanted to be in prime shape when I finally got a taste of Derek Morgan."

He flipped us over so that he was hovering over me and our lips reunited in a fiery kiss. I clutched at the back of his neck, pulling him flush to me. I wanted to feel the solid weight of his muscle against mine, to ground me in the here and now. We were both coated in sweat but it only served to strengthen my desire.

He pulled his lips away from mine and kissed a trail down my neck, pausing a moment to concentrate on my pulse point, and I let my eyes fall open to stare up at the ceiling of the FBI training center. I glanced to one side to double check that the gym was completely deserted but I knew I didn't have to worry. Very few units worked the hours we did, and most agents preferred to get in their workouts in the early hours of the morning rather than the middle of the night.

His mouth worked even lower, his tongue dipping to taste the hollow of my collarbones, the plane of chest visible above the scoop of my tank top. My impatient hands fisted in his shirt, pulling it over his head. He returned the favor by helping me out of my top and I threw my weight against him, flipping us so that I was once again straddling him. His hands came up to cup my breasts through my sports bra, making my head fall back as I let out a loud groan.

"That's right, let it all out." The funny thing about systematically sleeping your way through all of your coworkers is that you can't help but predict in your mind what each one will be like. Who will be shy, who will be loud, who will insist on taking control. Sometimes I was completely surprised by the person they morphed into once they were completely stripped of the outside world, but for the most part I knew what they wanted. I had always imagined the Derek would be vocal. Not like Emily was, not in the 'you should probably apologize to your neighbors' way, but more that he would want to know exactly how good he was making you feel. Somehow I knew that he was beyond dirty talk; he was filthy.

"Yes just like that." I couldn't resist the urge to rub my center against him, making him practically growl.

"God you're so hot."

I cracked my eyes open to look at him and gave him a cheeky grin. "I know."

"Oh is that right?"

"I've seen you looking. You think you're sneaky but you're not." He tweaked one of my nipples through the sweaty material and I couldn't stop my hiss. "Anytime I wear a pencil skirt, you get this look in your eyes and I know that you want…"

He bucked his hips upward, just enough pressure to make my blood boil. "Want what? What do I want baby?"

I ground my hips down onto him as hard as I could. "You want to bend me over the nearest table and fuck my brains out."

"God damn," he moaned. He flipped us over again and practically shoved his hand down the front of my leggings. His strong fingers dipped between my legs and pressed hard inside of me, making my cry out beneath him.

"You're so fucking wet."

"I've been waiting for this for quite a while."

"All you had to do was ask."

"I don't take very well to begging."

He gave a slightly breathless chuckle as his fingers pounded inside of me. "We'll see about that."

I brought my hand to his shorts, caressing him through the fabric even as I bit my lip to try and keep my body under control. I slipped it inside and gripped him in my hand. He was big, and already leaking precum. I swiped my thumb around the tip, making his hips buck and his fingers stutter in their movements. I took advantage of this and hooked my free hand into the waistband of his shorts, pushing them down his legs along with his boxers.

He got the message and did the same, taking his sweet time to pull my thong down my legs. He slowly made his way back up, pausing every now and then to kiss and lick at my inner thighs. He took a deep breath in when he came level with my center. "I can't wait to find out if you taste as good as you look." Then his tongue was running along my slit and I could barely remember how to breathe. His thumb was pressing against my clit, making my legs shake as he lapped away at me.

He finally pulled back and looked down at me spread out on the mat with a cocky grin. His finger resumed it's slow paced circles around my nub, giving just enough pressure to keep hovering on the edge.

"I… I need you inside of me. Please Derek, please fuck me."

"You really think you're ready?"

I gave a slight laugh that turned into a moan as fingers lightly pinched my clit. "I've been ready."

"Then turn over." I scrambled over onto my hands and knees without a second thought. His hands smoothed up my spine then he pulled my hair out of it's ponytail. The long golden locks spilled around my face, but he gathered them to one side as he positioned himself behind me. I could feel him just at my entrance.

"Do you want it?"

"Yes," I gasped.

"Yes what?"

"Now?"

He chuckled in my ear. "That's not the answer I was looking for, Little Miss Bossy."

"Please Derek."

"That's more like it." He pushed inside of me. It was a good thing I was so ridiculously turned on because he was a tight fit even with how wet I was. He took it slow as he pressed in, allowing me a moment to adjust.

"You good?" I nodded quickly and he began to move within me. It was indescribable. I could feel the press of his muscles against my back, his mouth concentrating on the side of my neck. His teeth scraped over the skin and it made me shiver beneath him. I could feel my orgasm beginning to pool deep within me, and I pressed back harder against him, meeting his thrusts, spreading my legs even wider to let him in as deeply as possible.

"I'm… I'm going to… fuck-"

"C'mon JJ. Show me how you fall apart. I wanna hear every single scream."

And scream I did. Just a few moments laters I hurtled over the edge, doing absolutely nothing to silence my loud cries of ecstacy. He followed just a few moments later. We stayed joined together for a few moments, both of us drenched in sweat and trying to regain our breath. He pulled out of me and gently lowered himself to the mat. I joined him a few seonds later.

"That was great," I told him. "Well worth the wait."

He grinned over at me. "Better than Prentiss?"

I rolled my eyes as I laughed and began to gather up my clothes. "Is there anything you two can't find to be competitive about?"

"Nothing so far." We both slowly got dressed and made our way out of the training center, towards the elevators.

"Seriously though. You're going through everyone we work with?"

"It didn't start that way."

"How did it start? With who?"

I grinned at him as I gathered my hair back up into a ponytail. "Um… with Elle. Probably a year after I started here."

"Well now I need to hear every single detail."

"Not in your wildest dreams, Derek."

"Oh trust me, this is sounding exactly like some of my wildest dreams." We stepped inside of the elevator and began our downward descent. "Who do you have left?"

I shrugged. "That's for me to know and for you to wonder."

"That's just cold, JJ."

I smirked as we got off and began to head towards our cars. "Suffice it to say that it's an elite club, and you're in great company." I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck, then placed a gentle kiss to his cheek. "Goodnight, Derek. I'll see you on Monday."

(How did you like it? Who do you want to see next?)