Hey guys! So it's been a while but I've began another story - mostly Prentiss/Morgan based - with the whole team. Let me know how you like it.
Prentiss' POV. The timeline may be a bit out of whack.
-A xx
We had gotten back from a long case this afternoon; we were all exhausted and in terrible moods, so we decided to get a few quick drinks to calm down before we went home. Morgan was the first to leave, much to everyone's surprise, but the rest of us only had two more drinks before we headed to our separate lives. Hotch and JJ were eager to get home to their children, Rossi had invited Garcia, Reid, and I to go have a few more drinks and dinner at his place; he didn't particularly like being alone after a case like this. Normally I would go without hesitation to comfort and distract him, maybe even stay the night if I can tell that he's predominantly beat up, but tonight I already had different plans. Garcia and Reid agreed to go, but I declined politely.
"And what do you have planned, missy?" Garcia asked me in front of the team, raising her eyebrows.
"Rest." I replied immediately.
"No, you're meeting a boy." JJ smirked.
"Oh, you have a boyfriend, you have a boyfriend." Garcia sung teasingly. JJ and Reid laughed quietly, Hotch and Rossi just looked at me, waiting for my behaviour to tell them something that my voice wouldn't.
"I do not have a boyfriend, but I am going to get laid, so I'll see you all Monday." I smiled and winked at them before walking to my car quickly.
Rossi whistled and I heard JJ yell out "you go girl" as I clicked the small button and my car beeped to signal that it unlocked. I got in and let out a breath as I pulled down the visor in front of me and looked at myself in the mirror. I ran my fingers under my eyes to catch the few small specks of eyeliner or mascara that may have settled there, and then I let my hair down and reached into my go-bag in the back to grab my hairbrush out. I brushed it out quickly and threw the brush back behind me as I roughed it up slightly so it didn't sit so flat. I sprayed perfume on my wrists and in my hair. I waited until I saw all members of the team leave before I pulled out of the parking lot and headed towards his place.
I stopped outside and looked at myself once more in the rear-view mirror before I stepped out with my handbag and locked my car. I walked up to the house that I had visited many times before and knocked quietly on the door, looking around the porch as I waited. He opened the door quickly, "I was wondering when you'd show up." He stepped out of the way and motioned for me to come in. I put my bag down in the living room where our routine would usually start. We'd talk for a while, first about light things, and then if there was anything that was bothering us, but we never spoke more than a half hour before we got down and dirty. Sometimes it was on the couch, a few times it was in the kitchen across the hall, and sometimes we'd head upstairs to the bedroom or bathroom.
I sat down as he met me with two filled wine glasses. I thanked him quietly and sipped at the red wine as he sat beside me. "So how are you?"
"Look, my day was shit like it always is lately, your day was shit like it always is lately, and work was extremely tough, so can we just get to it?" I put my wine glass down on the table and looked back at him. He nodded, although looked a little disappointed, and placed his down too. "Here or somewhere else?" I asked him quietly.
He replied by kissing me roughly and pushing me back to lie down on the couch. I always let him take control, partly because it was always what he needed to do and partly because it was always what I didn't need to do. Even after cases like this, control was a thing I never needed to feel.
My hands went straight to his belt as he left hot kisses and bites down my neck. His hand caught both of mine and he looked at me, "Let me take your mind off it a bit first." He spoke in a low and husky voice and my core began to heat up even more as his hands trailed down my body gently and slowly, followed by the rest of him. He pulled me down until I was on the very edge of the open-end couch, and I closed my eyes as he worked so wonderfully.
"Fuck, Derek." I moaned his name breathlessly. I struggled not to writhe beneath him.
I woke up early and slid out from beside him quietly. I looked around for my clothes before remembering that our first of two rounds occurred in the living room. I found one of his shirts and threw it on before walking to the door. "Wait." I heard him say quietly. I stopped and cursed to myself for not being quiet enough, and I turned slowly.
"Did I wake you?"
"No, I was already awake. Please stay?"
"…Why?" I questioned as I walked back to the bed slowly.
"Because that case was terrible and I don't want to be alone right now." He opened his eyes and looked at me. I could see the desperation then; he was really distraught. Normally I would have resisted and said no, I would have gone home and told myself whatever I could to stop any feelings from catching on. That was our rule and it had been for months; as much sex as we wanted, but it was a strict "no feelings" zone, and we had to stay as professional as we used to at work. No sex on cases, not even talking about it or hinting to it on a case. He was too upset for me to leave this morning, however, so I gave in and returned to my side of the bed, although I stayed above the covers. "You stayed last night. You hardly ever stay."
"I didn't think that the two glasses of wine we drank in between on top of the previous drinks would allow for much driving." I explained. He hummed in agreement, clearly still tired, and he pulled the blanket it one swift movement out from underneath me, and then again to lay it over me. "…Morgan."
"Relax." He kissed my neck softly.
"I didn't let you talk about it last night and you clearly need to," I tried to push him away as he continued down my neck, "Morgan, stop." He sighed and rolled onto his back. I lay on my side and propped myself up onto my elbow. "Talk."
He looked at me for a few seconds before sighing again, "You know what happened when I was a kid. The case, what those kids had to go through before he killed them, it just brought back a lot of bad memories."
I tilted my head slightly and put my other hand on his cheek to make him look at me, "You won, Derek. He can't hurt you anymore."
"Yeah, but there was a lot of suffering before I won." He said quietly. I didn't know how to reply, I wasn't used to consoling him; he had never come to me about his personal problems like this before, only work-related ones that didn't have anything to do with his past. I lowered my head slowly, giving him every chance to push me away, and I placed a gentle kiss on his lips. I pulled back afterwards and he groaned in complaint before he pushed me to lay back and he shifted above me. His lips latched onto my neck again, right on the pulse point, and began to suck. He bit every so often and licked to sooth the area before he sucked in the same spot over and over again.
I laughed to myself and pushed him away after quite a while and at least two hickey's, "Okay, you know how easy my skin bruises and how long it takes to go away; I don't need to be wearing hickey's around the precinct."
"Well you've got three." He said quietly before pressing several consecutive kisses on my lips. He went to sit back up then, but I put my hand on the back of his neck and pulled his lips back to mine. "Oh, okay princess." He smirked and spoke between kisses.
"Shut up." I laughed as I flipped him over and straddled him. I moved down his body slowly. Normally he would protest and tell me that it wasn't necessary, but this morning he only hesitated before he ran his hand through my hair roughly. I smirked to myself momentarily before I started.
"Well, hello hickey's…" JJ smirked at me as I walked into the conference room and sat across from her. I slapped my hand over the left side of my neck quickly and glanced at Rossi and Hotch to my left who were both looking at them. I groaned to myself and shook my head.
"How professional." Morgan smirked.
"Shut up, I thought I covered them." I spoke quietly. I let my hair down from the ponytail I had pulled it back in and let it all fall over my left shoulder to block the view of them. Morgan and JJ both laughed at me. I glanced at Hotch and Rossi again, Hotch was looking at me suspiciously, Rossi just smirked at me.
"It's like you're a teenager again." JJ commented.
"What's a hickey?" Reid blurted out.
"You've just been dying to ask that since I came in, haven't you?" I couldn't help the smile that crossed my lips, thinking about how innocent Reid is. "Oh, really?" I rolled my eyes as Rossi pulled my hair back over my shoulder and turned my chair so Reid could see my neck.
"Those are hickey's." Rossi informed him.
"They look like bruises." Reid looked at me.
"They are, sugar. You suck, bite, and kiss the skin like a leech and it breaks the blood vessels and you get the bruise." Garcia explained to him.
"Class dismissed, can we move onto the case please?" Hotch interrupted before Reid could reply.
"Dear god, thank you." I said quietly as I opened the file in front of me.
Garcia presented the case to us; a family annihilator, each family had two young kids. The crime scene photos were difficult to look at and I already knew this would be hard for all of us. As Hotch expressed the importance for us to keep a level head to help future families, Derek and I made eye contact. He smiled slightly before looking back at Hotch and I looked down. My phone rang after a few more minutes and I declined the call quickly, and apologised to Reid quietly for the interruption it caused while he was speaking. It rang again almost immediately, and I sighed as I declined it again. I looked down and saw 'Sean McCallister' on the screen, identified as the caller. A text came through from him then, "CALL ASAP" I locked my phone screen and slipped it back into my pocket as I looked up.
"Everything okay?" Rossi asked as they all looked at me.
"Uh…yeah, sorry. Just…doesn't know when to stop." I rolled my eyes and looked back up as JJ spoke about the case again. I caught Morgan's eyes again, but they weren't as soft as they were before. I tilted my head slightly as if I was asking him what was wrong, but he just looked to JJ at his side dismissively.
After Hotch had told us when to be at the jet, we all stood to leave and I motioned for Morgan to stay behind. The others left the room swiftly and I looked at him. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Morgan."
He took a deep breath and looked at me pointedly, "Who doesn't know when to stop?"
I realised then why he had given me the look that he had when I said that. I shook my head, "I promise you, I'm not sleeping with anyone else. He's an old friend and colleague, is all."
"You should probably call him back." He said quickly as he took his files and headed for the door.
"Derek," I tried to stop him but he didn't listen, so I took my file and followed him, "Hey, don't walk away from me like that." Rossi and Hotch were in Hotch's office doorway, and the others were at the desks, obviously listening. That's all anyone did in this team, we got into each other's business. I avoided looking at them and kept my eyes on Morgan.
He turned around, "I don't much like arguing in front of the whole sixth floor."
"I'm sorry, did I miss our wedding? When did we start arguing like we were married?" My phone rang again before he could reply, and I accepted the call quickly, "What!?"
"And she finally picks up my calls." Sean spoke in his thick Scottish accent.
"When someone ignores your calls and texts, it usually means they don't want to talk to you. Take a hint!" I snapped. I hung up quickly, not giving him a chance to speak again, and I looked up. Morgan raised his eyebrows before he turned and walked away. I fixed my hair over the left side of my neck again and continued to my desk to grab my bag; I had time to get coffee before we had to be at the airstrip.