This story is based off of Keith Urban's song You Look Good In My Shirt. Please listen to the song before or during reading. I don't own the song or the characters. It's just a little short piece with Demily fluff , Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think.
Derek had dated Emily when they both lived in Chicago , but the team didn't know. They had grown apart while dating and broke up shortly before Emily had went into the CIA. Derek never fully understood why they broke up , even though he was the one that cut it off. After a visit to London with a few heated encounters they had almost begun where they had left off.
Derek was making Emily breakfast in her kitchen as she came down the stairs in his faded navy blue FBI shirt. She had taken it from and hid it before he left from London the first time they had slept together. Her hair was in a messy bun and she had no makeup on but Derek had never seen her look better before. He was glad she had stolen his shirt. He never figured his FBI t-shirt would make a good dress. He swore that woman could make anything look good , but he thought she looked great in nothing too. She wrapped Derek in a warm hug and kissed his lips softly. Derek wasn't exactly sure where this relationship was going but he really hoped it wasn't friends with benefits. He didn't want to use Emily or be used. He knew he was too deep in this relationship to come out unscathed. That scared him and worry was clear on his face.
" What's wrong babe?" Emily asked being able to read Derek like an open book.
" It's just I really don't know what we are." Derek shook his head trying to find the right words to say.
" Well , we're not friends anymore if that's what you're asking. I don't think we can go back to that."
" So are we dating?"
" Well I haven't been asked out yet , so no." Emily winked.
" Emily Prentiss , will you be my girlfriend?" Derek smiled.
" I don't know , hmm. Well okay , I guess." Emily teased
" You guess? You guess!?" Derek tickled Emily , sending her into a fit of uncontrolled laughter.
" Yes , yes I will be your girlfriend. Now stop tickling me." Emily demanded through gasps for air.
" Okay , Princess." Derek gave her a playful kiss on the lips.
Derek knew that they couldn't fix all their problems in one day , but he was okay as long as he could Emily in his arms and as long as she could wear his shirts. Being with her was all that really mattered. It might be a little soon to say they were going to work out , but he just trusted they would. Somehow they always pulled through tough times together, and this time it would be no different.