Disclaimer: I just got the four first seasons of Criminal Minds for Christmas, but that's the only CM-ish thing that is mine.


Author's note: This is my first actual sex scene... Please be gentle... Please tell me what I can do better... And yes, they might be a bit OOC and it might be a little corny at the end... I couldn't help it – the story did it on it's own!

She opened the doors slowly with a cocked brow and a small smirk.

"You again." Morgan couldn't help the grin from spreading on his face as he took in her appearance; the wet hair, the makeup-less face, the glistening skin, still damp from her bath he presumes.

"It seems like I can't help to ending up here lately..." He leaned against the door frame. "Can I come in?"

"You know I can't say no to you..." Prentiss stepped aside to let him in. Holding her gaze he took deliberately slow steps as he entered the familiar apartment and shut the door after him. He was fully aware of her incapability to say no to him. He was an excellent profiler after all.

"I hope I didn't interrupt anything." He stood mere inches from her letting his breath wash down over her face. He watched as her pupils dilate and smiled, not at the obvious show of attraction but at the fact, that she wasn't afraid to show it to him.

"I was showering. Washing my hair in fact."

"You're not trying to use that as an excuse?"

She untied the rope holding her kimono in place and let it slide down her shoulders and off of her body.

"No."

Morgan placed his hand on the soft skin on her belly and noticed the small shiver the touch causes. He started drawing lazy circles around her bellybutton and admired the contrast between his dark skin and her light one. Chocolate and milk – his all time favorite combination.

"I like your 'no bullshit'-attitude, although it is quite masculine." He slid his fingertips across her hipbone, up along her side to her breast. His rubbed his thumb against her hardened nipple and smile ghosted his lips when he registered the small but pleasure filled sigh leaving her lips.

"Fortunately it isn't my attitude you want to fuck."

He pinched her nipple briefly before moving his hand completely from her body, dropping it to his side where it hung restlessly, hungry to once again touch the hard, yet soft body in front of him.

"No, that would be you." He seized her lips with a need he hadn't acknowledged for so long. His hands rushed to hold her, to press her curves against his planes, to feel every part and bit of her skin. Morgan turned them slightly and pressed her against the door, his hands moving with a mind of their own, his mouth tracing away from her mouth and along her jawline. With a pang of confusion he acknowledged the sudden urge to leave a love bite on her neck. He hadn't done that since he was a teenager and disposed the idea as fast as it had occurred to him. In stead he pushed the woman in front of him further up against the door returning and intensifying his attack on her lips and mouth letting his need shine through in his hasty caresses.

He pulled Prentiss up with a firm grip on her ass, and she hooked her legs on his back to stabilize their position. Morgan fumbled with his pants as he licked the nipple which was now right in front of his nose. The feral sound that emerged from the back of her throat made the fumbling worse. He watched dizzily as she reached down and slowly started rubbing and stroking her center. Morgan finally pushed down his pants with a victorious cry and pushing her hands aside he pressed his longing member against the warm heat. Accompanied with a sharp intake of breath he slit into her. He licked a circle around her rose nipple before biting down on it gently as he withdrew almost his entire length and slammed back in. A moan erupted from the dark haired woman and Morgan repeated the movement again. And again. And again. He felt the pace quicken beyond his immediate control as the tight feeling in his balls intensified at a unusual fast rate. Prentiss threw her head back hard against the door.

"Derek," she called with a hoarse cry and the man in question felt her walls tighten around him as she came. Being pushed rapidly towards the edge, Morgan leaned forward and buried his face in the curve created by her neck meeting her shoulder.

"Em... I... LY!" He erupted with a loud groan and slumped heavily against the door, holding the warm female body capture. Pulling Prentiss with him he slid down to the floor, gasping for his breath.

"Sorry that went so fast, but I haven't been with anyone in a while. Since last time I think actually." Morgan closed his eyes and enjoyed the silky feeling of her skin against his cheek. "You just might have spoiled me to other women." With a inhuman effort Morgan pulled out and away from her. Resting on his knees he pulled up his pants and without bothering buttoning them again he settled next to Prentiss with his back against the wall. Prentiss, who was at the moment uncharacteristically silent. He turned to face her and found her looking back with eyes wide open and tears streaming her face.

"Shit, Prentiss! Are you alright? Did I hurt you? I meant that spoiling thing in a good way, I didn't mean to..." Panic rose in Morgan's chest and the all too familiar helplessness that always occurred when he was facing crying women hit him harder than usual. "Please, Prentiss – Emily! – will you please stop crying?" The panicked tone in his voice seemed to pull her from her daze and back to the present and she touched her cheek with a surprised look.

"Oh..." A small smile lit her features briefly. "I wasn't aware that I was crying..."

She looked at her fingers puzzled as the tears started flowing again.

He looked at her anticipating her answer or just some kind of response slowly feeling the knot in his stomach grow tighter as he watched the tears wash down her face.

"Emily? Why are you crying? I'm not good at this... What can I do to make you stop crying?"

"You... Three times!" Prentiss turned her face up. Her eyes were a bit swollen and her eyelashes was glistening and wet. Morgan felt his breath hitch in his throat when he realized this was the most beautiful thing he'd ever laid eyes upon.

The terror from the realization made it even harder to breath.

"What?" he croaked.

"You called my name. You said it... three times!"

"... I did?" Morgan watched as the hopeful glint in her eyes disappeared and the tears started falling faster. Again with this lack of breathing skill! He tried desperately to take a deep breath, but the crying face of his friend and lover made it impossible to do a task that advanced. "Please stop crying Emily, I hate it when you cry!" He started swiping the tears of he cheeks and she looked at him with her anguish showing in her eyes.

"You hate it when women cry. That's different, don't get them mixed up."

"I know I dislike women crying, but I hate it when you cry. That's the difference that actually matters, and I don't know why I didn't notice earlier." The woman gave him a guarded look and pulled knees to her chest.

"I've never cried in front of you before."

"That must be the reason." Morgan pulled off his shirt and held it out to Prentiss who quickly took it and pulled it on. Her nudity had seemed odd in their present situation. "I'm sorry for making you cry Emily, I won't do it again."

"Stop saying my name, or I will start again." Her cheeks were still damp but the tears had stopped coming. Morgan looked at her drawing out the silence. The he shook his head.

"No, I'm not gonna stop. I just figured how much I like it, so I think I'll be saying your beautiful name a lot from this time on." He reached over and pulled her closer. With a hand on the nape of her neck he started caressing her earlobe. He looked squarely into her eyes, willing her to see the sincerity of his feelings.

"Emily." He pressed his lips softly against the skin behind her ear.

"Emily." He whispered it softly before kissing her cheekbone. Her eyes fluttered closed.

"Emily." His lips brushed past her cheek touching the corner of her mouth.

"Emily." It was not as much a word as a breath finally let loose and it hit her lips warm and softly.

"Derek," she whimpered before pulling him close and crashing her lips against his. "You're making me cry again."