A/N – Alrightly there is M in this chapter, when you see the CM you can skip ahead until you see it again to avoid any of the naughty, otherwise please enjoy and let me know what you think!
Emily pulled back the stiff motel bed covers and climbed in. At least they'd sprung for nice sheets, well nicer sheets than these small town motels usually had. She stretched out under the blankets wishing Morgan was with her. They'd contemplated ways he could slip into her room, ways they could be together without the team being aware, but it was too risky in such a small town.
She closed her eyes the moment her head hit the pillow. Since that perfect moment they'd had in his office, Derek Morgan had been the main feature in her dirty mind's eye. When she closed her eyes that evening, it was someone else who haunted her thoughts.
Rosalie Evangeline Lincoln, born October 26th 1985, the daughter she'd thought she would never know living only an hour away from her. Of course she didn't know for certain that the young woman was her daughter but somehow she just did know. The girl was very pretty, prettier than Emily could have imagined, but she was headstrong and she acted too quickly, you made mistakes when you acted that quickly.
A light knock on her door dislodged her thoughts, when she got to the peep hole she smiled at the anxious look on Derek's face. His head was flipping back and forth so quickly she thought he might kink something in his neck.
"Derek, what are you doing here?" she whispered opening the door and dragging him inside.
"Come on Em, I couldn't let you be in here alone after today. If the rest of the team knew what you'd told me they would be saying the same thing. She looks just like you Emily, just like you." Derek's hands cupped her jaw. Sometimes he was so gentle with her that it was all she could do to remember he was Derek Morgan, the man who kicked down doors and tackled unsubs.
"There are probably hundreds of people who look like me out there Derek; we don't know anything right now." His lips caressed the side of her forehead as he pulled her more tightly into his embrace. He knew as well as she did that this girl was her daughter, and he felt an unexplainable force of protection for the young woman simply because she was a part of Emily.
"You realize one call to Garcia and we could know for certain," he offered. Emily did know that, she'd considered it a dozen times since they had been introduced to the young deputy. Even hit the speed dial button on her phone, just to promptly snap the phone shut again.
"Would you just kiss me?" her voice cracked and she hated herself for allowing it to happen.
Normally when she found herself having to ask for a kiss, he would send her one of those cocky Derek Morgan grins. This time he just kissed her. His hands held her firmly against him as his lips slowly worked her open. He'd meant it to be soft, reassuring; he'd meant for her to feel how much he loved her in that kiss. When she let the little moan of pleasure escape he thought maybe this was better. Maybe for one night, maybe for a couple of hours he could just make her forget.
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His hands slid down her body, sliding back up beneath the loose cotton of her pyjama top. Her skin was hot to his touch and when she shifted against his body, rubbing her hip into him he knew he'd made the right decision.
"These walls are paper thin Derek," She gasped against him; pulling him back towards the bed, even as she was trying to talk him out of continuing this little escape.
"You'll just have to try and keep quiet this time Em," He turned her around, his breath brushing her ear as he pulled her tight behind firmly into his quickly hardening erection.
Emily involuntarily tilted her head, giving him the clear expanse of her neck to work with. He did not disappoint. Her hand slipped behind her, between them. She popped the button at the top of his pants and slid the zipper down, her hand found its natural place gripping him tightly and her inner walls clenched at just the thought of him sliding roughly within her.
His hands were working her nipples when suddenly she had a firm grip of him. "Fuck Em," he sighed, following suite and sliding his hand down the front of her pants. They both moaned when his cool finger slipped into her heat. "Baby you are so wet," his teeth took hold of her ear lobe and she exhaled loudly, he was everywhere all at the same time and it was almost too much for her.
She turned back around to face him, causing his hand to fall out of her. She was on her toes, her lips moulded to his instantly. She wanted to feel his tongue against her tongue, she wanted to feel those sculpted muscles up against her stomach, she wanted him everywhere. She stepped back just far enough to pull her night shirt over her head and then help him with his own. His pants and boxer briefs were next.
He pushed her backwards onto the bed, fingers hooking into her own pants and underwear and pulling them from her body in one effortless move. He took a half a second to mentally capture that picture of her, he'd need it over the next couple of days, and then he was on her. His arms wrapping tightly around her body as he placed sloppy kisses along her hip bone and up her body; he stopped at her chest, taking time to suck and bite at each of her nipples. The tip of his erection was gently prodding at her entrance, just waiting for the opportune moment overtake her. She widened her legs, drawing her knees up and resting her feet just below his steel ass. She arched into him, finding the head and gasping as just that part of him entered her.
"Slow down Em," he whispered, all the strength within him being used to not thrust inside her.
He gave a shallow little pump, feeling the wet tightness that awaited him and they both groaned.
"Just fuck me Derek," She gasped, begging him to continue, to move deeper. If it had been any other night he would have ignored her. Any other night and he would have removed himself from her tight entrance and moved down her body, any other night and he would have taken the time to properly tease her, to make her cum at least once, maybe twice, hell maybe more before he finally succumbed to the beauty of being one with Emily Prentiss. But on this day, he could deny her nothing, so if she wanted to fuck, that was exactly what he was going to give her.
He covered her mouth with his own as he pushed himself into her, drowning the moans that would surely have awakened every single person in the little motel.
"Oh god Derek," she sighed her head bending back as she focused on the feel of him sliding in and out of her, "Harder," she gasped and he obeyed slamming into her.
"Fuck Em, you are so fucking tight baby," he leaned back onto his knees grabbing her hips and pumping into her with a force neither of them had experienced, her body caving in on itself with every thrust.
"I'm not going to last much longer Em," he whispered a little disappointed in himself.
"Touch me," she sighed "I'm so close," her eyes latched onto his as she watched him slip an expert finger between them. All it took was one flick and she was gone, biting her lip to keep from screaming his name.
He had to admit, he missed the scream, he loved to hear her cum. Loved to listen to her yell out his name as she milked him for all he was worth. He pumped himself into her, loving the way her orgasm added just that bit more friction between them. Two, three more pumps and he was collapsing above her, struggling to catch his breath.
"Thank you," she forced the smile and even though they both knew it was forced they were both glad for the temporary break in reality.
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Reid couldn't sleep; something about this case had been bothering him since they'd received the call. He pulled himself from the motel bed and glanced at the neon clock. 3:48am. Great, he brushed his hands through his hair and made a quick decision. Before he knew what he was doing he'd showered dressed and found himself back at the small town precinct. The lights were off and he was just about the curse the idiocy of his own plan when he caught the dim light from one of the back offices.
He knocked loudly on the glass doors and waited. Only a second later he was being let in by Deputy Rose Lincoln. Her eyes were dark, tired as she pulled the door back for him.
"Dr. Reid, what are you doing here?" She asked, re holstering her weapon. Was it negligent of him that he'd noticed her tired eyes before the gun in her capable hands?
"I could ask you the same thing," he answered without really answering at all.
"Touche," she smiled. He found himself wondering what it would be like to make that smile reach her eyes.
She locked the door behind them and then led him back to the office she had been working in. He saw the round break room table that had been moved out of the break room for his team to use and watched as she took a seat at the back of it.
"Why didn't you apply to the FBI?" he asked, not "What had you found, or how did you get in here?" like he should have.
"You mean after I passed the academy?" She didn't look up from the pictures lined up in front of her.
"Hotch said you were recommended to the BAU, Section Chief Strauss recommended you herself, why would you go through academy and then turn a position like that down?" He asked
"Would you believe me if I said, I missed my horse?"She forced another one of those half smiles and their eyes met over the table. Something in him loosened and suddenly they were both laughing. It was short lived though, because her eyes landed on the mutilated corpse of little Daina Gordie and she couldn't control the tears.
Reid couldn't remember the last time a woman other than his mother, or a victim had cried in front of him. He rounded the table and took the seat beside her; his hand clasped hers with more confidence than he felt.
"We'll get him Rose, this team is good and we'll get him." His voice held so much conviction that she couldn't help but believe him.
A/N- Thanks for reading everyone, please let me know what you think?
