Author's Note: Hey guys! This is the first time I'm writing Morgan, really. This is just totally crazy; it's something I came up with when I was listening to the song. By the way, it's called "Runaway Baby" by Bruno Mars. Okay, have fun!
Disclaimer: I don't own Bruno Mars, the song lyrics, or Criminal Minds. I freaking wish, though.
Well, look at here, look at here
Ah, what do we have?
Another pretty 'thang ready for me to grab
Morgan made his way through the club, the loud Dubstep pounding through the building. All of a sudden, a darker girl winked at him and moved towards him, wiggling her body. He nodded like 'alright!' and joined her. Soon, they were rubbing their bodies up against each other. From the other end of the club, Ashley Seaver watched with profound interest at how absolutely fast Derek Morgan could pick up a girl.
But little does she know
That I'm a wolf in sheep's clothing
'Cuz at the end of the night
It is HER I'll be holding
Derek Morgan always had his way with women, no matter what. It seemed as if he could just flash his stunning smile and immediately the poor female would fall under his spell. He was a player, no doubt. And hell to the YES did he show it.
'I love you so'
That's what you'll say
You'll tell me baby, baby please don't go away
But when I play, I never stay
"Here's my number, Derek. Use it sometime, will you?" the girl winked saucily, being dragged away by her friends. He grinned and tucked the number in his pocket.
"You bet I will, Caroline," he called after her. Once she was far away enough, he rolled his eyes.
"You're not gonna use it, are you?" Seaver asked, popping up out of nowhere.
"What the hell, Seaver? W-where did you come from?" he asked, looking around for possible hiding places. She snapped her hand in front of his face.
"That doesn't matter right now. All that matters is that you played that girl!" she cried in disgust.
"Sweetie, let me break it down for you," he winked.
To every girl I meet here
This is what I say
Run, run, runaway
Runaway baby
Before I put my spell on you
You better get, get, get away
Get away darlin'
'Cuz everything you heard is true
"Oh come on. Really?" she asked in disbelief after the third shot.
"I'm serious, it happened!" Morgan grinned, taking another shot.
"Oh yeah right. I seriously doubt that," Seaver rolled her eyes.
"O-okay! Go ahead, pretty 'thang," he drawled, twirling a piece of her blonde hair between his fingers. She blushed and looked down at the ice rocks floating in her drink.
"What?" he asked, amused at her blush.
"Show me," she teased daringly.
"Oh, darling," he shot back.
Your poor little heart
Will end up alone
'Cause Lord knows I'm a rolling stone
"Would you just go? Oh, maybe you're chicken!" Seaver cried, a light bulb going off in her head. This was just far too easy.
"Fine. I'll show you," he said cockily.
"Fine. Then go," she countered. There were a few moments of awkward silence, until Morgan made his move. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips.
"You got it."
You better run, run, runaway
Runaway baby
The End
Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing it! Just kidding. I know, it was crapsauce. Oh well. Please please PLEASE don't leave a mean review though. That is the absolute LAST thing I need. Anyway.