This idea came to me yesterday, totally out of nowhere, during English class, and I felt that I just had to write it down...
He let his clothes fall to the ground as he stepped into the shower and turned on the hot water. He dragged one hand over his face, leaning against the cold wall. It had been a long, day, or a few long couple of days actually. The team had been stuck on a case in Atlantic City, the last couple of days. Working a case where the unsub thought that killing people would give him luck in poker at casinos.
He closed his eyes and let the heat of the shower embrace him. Soon though, he turned the water off and grabbed the bottle with the shower gel. He opened it and poured some of it out in is hand.
Then he slowly rubbed it over his body. Up and down his arms and biceps... Over his muscular chest and six pack... Even further... Down his waist... Down his thighs and legs... And then up again... Then he slowly locked his hand around his shaft, gently moving his hand up... And down.
Morgan groaned. After the last couple of days he was in need of a release. He moved his hand faster, feeling the tension build up in his body. He moaned and rotated his arousal in his hand, continuing stroking it... But then it all became too much, and he growled as he finally let it go.
He showered the gel off his body, before he turned off the water and got out of the shower. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his body and walked out of the bathroom.
Morgan stood with his back towards the doorway and suddenly he felt how a pair of hands covers his eyes and he lost his sight.
Then he felt a hot breath against his neck and how someone nibbled on his earlobe. He swallowed, and couldn't help but escape a low moan. The person giggled softly.
"Emily?" He finally asked. And she removed her hands and he spun around, facing her. She smiled.
"How did you get in?" He asked. She frowned at him.
"You gave me a key, remember?"
That was right, he had given her a key, so he nodded slowly, but then he noticed what she was wearing... A black silk robe that hugged her breasts, curves perfectly, and showed off her smooth and long legs.
"Like what you see?" She smirked, he nodded slowly, and then wrapped her into a hug. And as soon as she was in his arms, he leaned down to kiss her.
"I missed you." He mumbled against her lips.
"What are you talking about? We have seen each other all the time the last couple of days." She frowned questioning at him. He leaned back so he could look at her.
"Yes. But you were partnered up with Hotch pretty much the whole case. I didn't see you much..."
"If I didn't know better, I would've thought that he was trying to steal you from me." He continued. Emily rolled her eyes, even though she knew he was only joking.
"Don't be ridiculous." She said.
"That will never happen. I'm all yours." She promised.
"And for the record, Hotch is with Beth." She stated. Morgan chuckled.
"I know, I was only kidding." He said and kissed her neck. Emily moaned, and roamed her hands over his well-built chest, then letting one of her hands slip under the towel he was wearing. Morgan moaned, but then he touch disappeared and she eyed him, seeing the expression of his face.
"Derek Morgan, you've been going at it alone, without me, haven't you?" She said, pretending to be offended. He just looked down. But then she smirked knowingly.
"Naughty boy..." She breathed and let her hand fall back where it was before. Morgan closed his eyes briefly, enjoying the feeling of her hand. Then he opened them and stared at her.
"So... Are you wearing anything under that robe?" He asked, looking down at her silk robe. Emily smiled secretively.
"Why don't you take and find out?" She winked.
And that he did.
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