A/N: Hey all! I apologize for the super long wait; I hope you're all still reading this despite my suckiness at updating. If you are, thank you, and I really hope you enjoy this chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds.

Chapter 2:


He loved her. Derek loved Emily.

Earlier, he'd decided that he would not act on his new found feelings. But, the night wore on and it became impossible to ignore her adorableness, her lightheartedness, the essence that made Emily who she was. His feelings, the love he felt for her, made her hard to resist.

And it helped that she wasn't resisting him one bit either.

Emily kissed him back just as hungrily, matching him move for move. Her fervent return of his kiss, the skimming of her tongue against his own, told him she desired him. The tight embrace she gave him, arms wrapping around his body of her own will, told him that she just might care for him, deeply.

In Morgan's eyes, they were led to this moment. Every single minute of their existence was leading to this, standing together, his arms around her thin body, plundering her mouth with his own. He knew it. Nothing had ever felt so right in his entire life.

He needed to touch her, taste every inch of her. This wasn't enough, they weren't close enough. Derek needed to get closer.

His lips left hers for a moment; the loss of skin contact for that briefness left him feeling bereft. Her whimper of disapproval told him she felt the same. Instead, he kissed a trail of fire along her jaw, down to the crook of her neck, licking, sucking at her sensitive skin. He was determined to give her a reason to wear one of her beloved turtlenecks.

When her hands suddenly snaked under the material of his t-shirt, coming to rub at his abdomen, he wasn't surprised when his body became hard. He gave her a playful nip at her pulse point, before pulling back to give her a grin of approval. She smiled back at him, before closing the distance between them once more.

Her palms, pressed flat against his chest, his hands at the small of her back, they shared a few more gentle, but weighty kisses. Something was changing between them, he could feel it. But, Derek needed to know she felt it too.

Pulling back, he looked her in the eye. He needed to make sure that she knew exactly what he was offering her: forever. However, the second his eyes met hers—two dark molten pits of craving for him—the gift of speech failed him. Instead, he took both her hands in each of his own, squeezing them. With that one look, he tried his best to convey all the warmth, all the love, all of him that he had to give her.

A mixture of emotions ran rampant across her beautiful face. There was fear and surprise, but also heat and yearning. Still, it was the look of acceptance that she finally settled upon that had him moving again.

Lips meeting with bruising force, he guided them down the hallway as best as he could. His back hit a wall hard and her body pressed into his deliciously on impact. God, he thought happily. She's so soft…

She pulled back slightly taking her full mouth with her. Without words, Emily tugged his black t-shirt right over his head. Her eyes raked over his bared torso before she took a step closer to him, making the distance between them disappear.

Derek took hold of her hands as they reached out to touch him, forcing her to meet his eyes once again. He was pleased to see that want had won over fear. He kissed her lips once, twice, and then released her hands, pressing back against the wall to watch what she would do next.

Delicate, long fingers reached across the minimal gap to gingerly, almost teasingly, skim the pads of her fingers across the skin of his abdomen. He gasped and shivered at the hint of the touch, and she gave him a smirk confirming his suspicions: she was so playing with him.

Two could play at that game.

Without warning, he scooped her into his arms, delighted to hear her shocked giggles, to carry her the rest of the way. "Derek!"

He laughed along, happiness bursting in his chest. Was this the beginning? The beginning of everything he ever hoped for?

Morgan sat her down on the edge of his bed; he stood before her and for a brief moment was struck by awe at her exquisiteness. She was the most beautiful, perfect creature in the world and for some reason she was here with him.

He could see the question in her eyes as she gazed up at him, at his hesitance. She held out a hand to him and he took it. Choosing to live in the now and ask why later.

Kneeling before her, he encircled one bare knee with his hands, gliding up under her skirt, a rarity on Emily, reveling in the feel of her smooth skin against his callused palms. Breath coming quicker on both their parts, Morgan pulled off each one of her black boots before she lifted her hips to help wiggle off the fitted skirt.

Holding onto one small ankle, he gently pushed her leg to the side; he stared up at her as he placed a heated kiss to the back of her knee. He watched as her sweater clad chest rose and fell with heaping breaths as his lips blazed a path up along her inner thigh, so close and yet so far.

Reaching the apex of her thigh and center, he paused, instead, letting his fingers trace the edges of the silky fabric covering her most intimate spot. He watched her watch the dance of his digits, coming close, but not close enough.

She whimpered out her frustration, meeting his eyes in a kind of desperation. "I want you," she hummed.


And… that's it for now. Short I know, but I'm hoping the shorter chapters will have me updating quicker.

Anyways, I think it goes without saying we're heading into M-rated territory in the coming chapter. So, heads up for the next chapter.

Thank you to everyone who has been patiently waiting for this chapter and to those who reviewed the last: elyyyzzaaa; Princess007; Nix1978; Guest #2; Bobbie23; jhplug; rmlawson28; Guest #1 (Nope, I can definitely say she isn't dreaming :) ) ; Lexis4MorganPrentiss; Divadoll16; thesoundofasmile; and MH96.

I will try my best to get a chapter out in the next month or so (crossing my fingers for a lot sooner).