***Warning*** Rating has now changed to 'M'… so it is going to be naughty…. You have been warned ;) Prompts by tashak1217 on Twitter (Also hope this covers 'hot, steamy and sexy' from shawnna_parker)

Cocoa, Blanket and a Kiss

The music bellowed and boomed all around him, the bass reverberating around his chest. He was sweating from the thick, close air coming from the dance floor that was heaving with hot, pent up bodies, up close and personal, dancing to the heavy music.

He felt a strong hand land on his shoulder, dragging his attention away from the view, "Here you go." The taller man said, handing Derek a bottle of ice cold beer.

"Thanks." Derek nodded, clashing his bottle with the other man's. "Cheers." He smiled.

"Guys!" The taller man shouted to be heard over the pounding music, looking around the circle of men. "We have to do this more often…. before we get too old!"

"Speak for yourself Harrison!" Tyler, a shorter, dark haired man yelled, "I'm never getting too old for this!"

"Whatever man!" Derek chuckled, "I'll drink to that!" He said, holding his bottle in the air, the other men following suit and the vessels soon clinking and clunking together in the middle of the circle.

As they all took a swig of their beers, Derek reached into his pocket feeling his cell vibrate against his thigh.

He eyed the screen whilst drinking from the bottle, a wide smile forming.

'You gonna spend all night drinking with those two oafs, or come home and unwrap your special surprise? ;) E xxx'

Tyler elbowed Harrison in the ribs and signalled with a nod of the head towards Derek, "Hey, so much for wanting more of this. Under the thumb that one." The dark haired man laughed.

"That Emily is it?" Harrison teased.

"Mind your business." Derek told them replacing his cell in his pocket. "But I am gonna have to shoot soon guys."

"Are you kidding me!" Tyler exclaimed, "She snaps her fingers and you're off like that?"

"Whatever guys." He said with a smirk, shaking his head.

"He's on a promise." Harrison said turning to Tyler, "Look at that glimmer in his eyes. I've seen that before"

"Hey. Is that right Morgan? The little lady got you on a promise?"

Derek chuckled and shook his head, "As if I'd tell you guys."

"You used to." Tyler said as a matter of fact.

"Yeah well this is different." He told them, placing his empty beer bottle on the bar and slipping his jacket on, "You two enjoy the rest of your night watching everyone else hook up and your cab ride home… alone! Merry Christmas." He winked, walking past the two men and slapping them both open palmed on their stomachs.

~~CM~~

He fumbled with his key in the lock, unable to open it quick enough. He had barely opened the door before he had slipped his jacket off and threw it on to the hook nailed to the wall.

"Em!" He shouted, not noticing, or may be not caring that his jacket had just fallen in a heap on the floor, "I'm back!"

"In the lounge" He heard her call back.

He paced hastily into the room which was dark but for the orange lights flickering from the flames in the fireplace, the twinkle of the Christmas tree and the glow from the television.

"What are you doing?" He asked, looking down on her. She had her hands wrapped around a large mug and her body wrapped in a thick woollen blanket.

"Watching a movie." She told him, nodding towards the large TV screen. "How's Harrison and Tyler?"

"They're idiots as usual." He said, staring at the back of her head.

She chuckled lightly, turning to face him, "You're back early."

"It was boring."

"The club was boring?" She said, her eyebrows arched as if she didn't believe him.

He ignored her doubt and then frowned. Finding her like this was not what he had expected…. "So what's the surprise?" He asked.

"Eh?" She said nonchalantly, distracted once again by the television.

"You text me and said you had a surprise for me." He sighed impatiently.

"Oh yeah." She smiled excitedly, turning to face him, "I got you something."

His face broke into a grin once again and he watched her reach to her side and pull out square shaped gift wrapped in shiny black and red paper, finished off with a silver ribbon.

He jumped over the back of the sofa sitting next to her.

"Be careful!" She grumbled, quickly lifting the hot mug she had in one hand to prevent it from spilling all over them.

"Sorry." He uttered, smiling at her, "Can I open it then?" He asked with a quick suggestive raise of his brow.

"Sure."

She smirked watching him rip the paper open like a kid on Christmas morning, then bit her bottom lip to stop herself from laughing as he looked at the gift inside with confusion, and then held it up in front of himself.

"What is this?" He asked with an unimpressed pout, as the fabric unravelled in front of him.

"It's a onesie."

"A what?" He said, his face crunched up with a look of horror.

"A onesie." She said taking the garment off him and opening it up fully. "And not just any onesie. A Santa onesie."

"And what exactly am I supposed to do with that?" He asked, eying the white fur that lined the collar and cuffs, the wide black belt and the large black fake fabric buttons sewn along the zipper.

"Wear it."

"What?"

"Wear it. They're like pyjamas."

"I don't wear pyjamas. You know that."

She opened her eyes wide and gave a playful pout, "Make an exception for me?"

"You want me to put this on now?" He said with a raised brow.

She nodded.

"And then what?"

"We can snuggle under this blanket and drink cocoa."

He stared at her with suspicion and folded his arms, "This is what you got me home for?"

She frowned at him and opened her mouth to silently gasp, "Are you telling me you don't want to snuggle?"

"Oh I wanna snuggle... a lot!"

She tutted with a smirk and then turned away from him, "You've got a one track mind Derek Morgan." She snarled.

"Hey, you're the one who text to say you had a special surprise'.

"And this isn't special?" She glared at him, throwing the onesie into his lap.

He closed his eyes and sighed causing his chest to deflate. "It's great." He uttered, shifting closer to her and placing one hand on her blanket covered thigh, "Really. Thank you." He said, leaning in to kiss her, but she quickly pulled back.

"Ah ah." She shook her head.

"What, I don't even get a kiss?"

"Nope."

"How about sharing that blanket then?" He suggested, beginning to slip a hand into the gap in the material, only to have it slapped away. "Are you kidding me?" He whined.

"You're being really ungrateful."

"I am not. I was just expecting something else." He bargained, pushing his body closer to hers and snaking one arm around her waist. "I'd love to snuggle with you."

"Would you really?" She uttered, turning to look at him, their faces barely a couple of inches apart.

"Really." He whispered, "I'd much rather be here than out with those two buffoons….. And I'll even make you a Derek Morgan special cocoa and let you watch as many stupid girly movies as you like."

"Stupid girly movies?" She said with an unimpressed arch of the brow.

"Yes." He smiled, edging his lips closer to hers, "Now how about that kiss?"

She shook her head slowly with a tiny smirk.

"No?" He asked sadly.

"No. Put this on first." She told him, grasping hold of the red onesie.

"You want me to put this on?"

"Only if you're grateful."

He stared at her for a few seconds before his mouth broke into a smile, "Ok." He uttered, "Anything you want….. you weirdo." He winked before pushing himself up.

She sank down further into the soft chair bearing a satisfied smile and wrapping the warm blanket around herself a little tighter as he left the room.

Ten minutes later, she sat with a confused frown having turned the television to mute, listening to him banging around in the kitchen for the past few minutes.

"What have you been doing?" She asked, straining her head round to watch him walk in to the room.

As he did, her whole face broke into a smile; He shuffled along the thick carpet, the legs of the onesie slightly too long, threatening to trip him up, and the front zipped up to the top of his chest.

"You look cute." She teased.

"Cute is not exactly what I usually aspire to, but tonight, whatever makes you happy." He uttered, leaning down and placing the tray on her lap.

"So is this the Derek Morgan special?" She asked, eyeing the two mugs of fresh cocoa, "And what's this?" She continued pointing to the bowl of mini marsh mallows and can of squirty cream.

"That's what makes it special." He winked, dropping on to the sofa next to her.

He leant over, grabbed a handful of the pale pink and white mallows, sprinkled them over the top of the steaming hot liquid and then sprayed the cream in swirls upon each cup.

"Here." He offered, picking up each of the drinks and handing one to her.

She watched him take the first sip and chuckled as he lowered the mug, revealing the cream stuck to his face on his upper lip and chin.

"Go on..." He urged, "Your turn."

"No" She said laughing and placing the mug back on the try, "I have an idea."

She lifted the tray and placed it on the floor, snatching hold of the can of cream and standing up, being careful to keep the blanket held firmly in place around her shoulders.

"What are you doing?" He asked, watching her every move.

She held up one finger to hush him then took his drink and placed it on the coffee table behind her.

"I just realised you have a Santa outfit on, but there's some important things missing." She told him, earning a confused glare. "A beard." She offered, "You have no beard. And this..." She said, holding up the can and shaking it, "Will rectify that."

He chuckled as she moved towards him and held his arms out instinctively to wrap them around her waist.

"Ah ah." She said, waggling a finger in front of his face. "Not under the blanket... Over." She instructed.

"Why?" He asked with a childlike pout.

"Because I have my oldest and tattiest PJs on. You came home early. I was planning to change into some more presentable ones."

"I don't care what they look like. You could wear a bin bag and I'd still want to rip it off you." He winked with a cheeky smile.

"Yeah well you're not ripping these ones off. Now hold still."

He held up his hands in surrender and let her spray the cream into a mound upon his chin and around the outside of his mouth.

She pulled away giggling, watching him and cocking her head to one side, admiring her own handiwork. "Oh, hang on!" She suddenly continued, bending down once again and drawing two bushy brows above his eyes with the white cream.

"My very own Santa Claus." She uttered, smiling warmly as she stood above him.

"So now what?" He mumbled, unable to open his mouth fully without disturbing the cream.

She shrugged.

"I'm supposed to stay like this all night am I?"

A grin formed as she stared at him and then her eyes squinted slightly, "How about I clean it up?" She said suggestively, in a low gravely tone.

He nodded, his pearly white teeth glistening as he grinned.

"Ok." She said, grasping the top of the blanket, "I should probably get rid of this first though don't you think? It could get messy."

He nodded once again in agreement and stared at her, seeing a mischievous glint in her eyes.

She began to peel away the fabric from around her shoulders, her eyes remaining locked on his. She had him hooked. He wasn't sure why, but he couldn't take his eyes off her. He had a feeling she had switched it up somehow.

As the material began to fall, it revealed her bit by bit; Her shoulders were bare and he began to wonder if she actually had anything on under that blanket at all, but as the fabric fell over the smooth skin of her chest, he could see white fluff begin to appear.

"You wanna see more?" She uttered.

"Er yeah." He stressed.

Her eyes smiled at him and she finally let the woollen blanket fall to the floor. His eyes widened as he examined her from head to toe; The red velvet that undulated over her ivory breasts, were outlined with white fur. The tiny dress she wore, hugged her tiny waist and the hem barely covered the tops of her thighs. He swallowed as his eyes fell lower seeing the ends of the white garter belt holding up the white stockings with a lace detail at the tops of them, finished off with a pair of red stilettos.

"Wow." He murmured, his eyes coming to rest upon hers. "My very own Mrs Claus."

"Mrs Claus?" She shook her head, "I'm Santa's special friend." She uttered smoothly.

"Merry Mistress?" He chuckled, "So…. this was my surprise eh?"

"Of course." She smiled, taking one step closer, "You don't really think I'd drag you away from a night out for cocoa do you?"

"D'you know what?" He told her, reaching forward and grabbing her around the waist, pulling her onto his lap, "I'd be perfectly happy spending the night drinking cocoa with you under that blanket, but this is something else. A mighty bonus."

She smiled naughtily at him, and using the tip of one finger she traced a line in his beard of cream, then placed it in her mouth, taking her time to pull it out.

"So." He grinned, "Have you been a good girl this year?"

She bit her bottom lip to subdue a smirk, shaking her head slowly.

"No?" He said with his cream brow raised, "So you don't get any presents then."

"Actually." She began, glaring her intense stare into his, "I think it should mean I get an extra special present." She uttered suggestively, then wrapping her one arm around the top of his shoulders.

"Oh really?" He whispered, letting his eyes wonder down her long body once again. He lay one hand on her knee and traced softly and slowly up her thigh. The fabric of the stockings felt silky smooth to the touch, and he teasingly played with the lace at the top of them, before meeting the bare flesh of her thighs. His hand crept under the red velvet of the dress until he reached the white lace garter belt.

He immediately turned back to face her with wide eyes. "You really are a naughty girl eh?" He muttered feeling naked skin where her panties should be.

She smiled, edging a little closer, "So what you gonna do about it?" She whispered, her lips barely an inch from his.

"Treat you like a very…" He kissed her once, "….very naughty girl." He kissed her again.

But she suddenly squealed as his strong arms threaded underneath her legs and he lifted her entire body with ease. He swivelled them around and lay her on the sofa, leaning down.

"No." She said placing a hand to his chest as he leant in to kiss her again.

"No?"

She held her hand in place but strained her neck to reach him and using the tip of her tongue, she traced along his jaw line, lapping up the cream as she went.

"Gees Emily, you're killing me here." He growled, feeling himself rouse.

She flashed a wicked smile then reached up her free hand and wiped away the remaining cream.

"Thank god for that." He said a little breathlessly, grabbing for the zipper of his onesie.

"Ah ah, not yet." She told him, pulling him down by his shoulders, allowing their lips to finally meet one another.

"You want your present first do you?" He mumbled into her mouth as their tongues danced and coiled around each other. But she didn't answer him. She didn't need to. He knew exactly what she wanted.

He reluctantly broke away from her lips and slid his body down hers coming to kneel on the floor in front of the sofa. He picked up one foot that was encompassed by a red stiletto shoe that he was sure he hadn't seen before…. He definitely would have remembered. He lifted her foot and gave her a quick smiling glance before pressing his lips to the top of it. His hands traced tenderly up her leg followed by warm, moist kisses.

She let her head fall back and closed her eyes taking in the feel of his strong, but gentle hands and as they crept over her knees, she began to squirm in anticipation of them reaching her naked flesh. She felt him run his fingertips up the outside of her thighs and then come to rest on her hips, playing teasingly with the lace once again. She briefly lifted her head, and sensing it, he glanced back up at her, his eyes on fire.

Her big brown eyes were screaming for him and he quickly went back to work, suckling, nipping and caressing her skin with his mouth and lips until he reached the very top of her inner thighs. He felt her shift a little and let out some frustrated gasps as he teased her, with his lips, not making that final move.

Her hands crept around the back of his head, but she didn't force the issue, just rubbed his scalp gently, and lightly danced upon the surface with her nail. She knew it would drive him wild, and it did….. It was all it took for him to give in to her.

She bit her bottom lip and shut her eyes tight as his magical lips, tongue and mouth explored her, slowly, but fervently. His one hand gripped hers and the other massaged the red velvet that served as a barrier between him and the swollen flesh of her breasts. As her breaths became more rapid, knowing she was at the brink, he moved both his hands down and fixed them firmly on her hips so she couldn't squirm away from him, wanting to drink in every part of her climax. As she panted heavily, coming down from her high, he crept back up her body, resting between her legs, and placed small, sweet kisses along her collar bone, up her neck and pecked her cheek, intently watching her face as her breathing began to calm. Her features were smiling as she opened her eyes and met his stare.

Her lips formed in to her trademark beautiful smile and she cupped his face in her palms and guided him to her, kissing him deeply, "So you gonna unwrap your present then?" She breathed into him.

He shook his head slightly, "I want you to leave it on." He growled, consumed by her touch.

He heard her little giggle at his words and then felt her fingers lingering at the top of the Santa suit, "So this can come off now then eh?" He smirked.

"Just a bit." She told him, running the zipper down as far as it would go, exposing his broad chest. She let her hands wander into and under the fabric and on to his hips; True to form, he also wore no underwear. A gasp caught in his throat as her fingers wrapped around him, gently massaging as she freed him from the suit. His tip was touching her teasingly and as he closed his eyes expectantly, a heavy breath fell from his lips. She reached around and pressed her palms against the firm, plump flesh of his buttocks, and wrapped her legs around his waist. Tipping her hips, in one gliding movement they were one….. She held on tight to him as they rocked together, slowly at first, with their lips dancing upon one another. But they soon broke from the kiss, desperately needing the air to breathe as they quickened the pace hungrily.

As he felt her tighten around him, he gripped her hands above her head and lifted his body slightly so he could see her face as they hit their climax together; it was one of his favourite things to watch… her beautiful face…. Especially like this; It was consumed and intense, and in a complete other place at the peak; But as she came down, it softened and relaxed and eventually she opened her eyes to smile at him contently.

He levered himself up on his elbows, conscious of how heavy his body was upon hers, "You alright?" He whispered, brushing a piece of hair off her clammy forehead.

"What do you think?" She smiled coyly, reaching up and entangling her arms around his neck, bringing him back down to her, attacking his mouth once again.

She felt his fingers back on the naked flesh of her thigh and felt his lips form into a smile.

"What?" She mumbled into him.

"Now princess." He began, breaking away to look at her whilst his one hand impressively unhooked her stockings from the garter with ease, "I'm actually going to unwrap my present."

~~The end~~

Let me know what you think. Naughtiness is so hard to write without it being crude…. I hope I succeeded…. and I hope I didn't disappoint with the prompts ;)