*A/N: This chapter is rated M. It's Derek Morgan and ShaKira, so of course it is. Oh and it's a lot longer than the others. It's like my muse wouldn't shut up. Hahaha.*

*I do NOT own Criminal Minds. I just love the show…a lot.*

ShaKira woke up with a groan of satisfaction rolling from her lips. She'd never felt so satisfied, so content. Her bones felt like liquid pleasure, her heart was still pounding, her breasts were sensitive to the touch and her center was still swollen from its extensive workout from the night before. She moved her head on her pillow trying to get a comfortable spot and heard a chuckle from above her head. Thinking that she must be imagining that Derek was still in the room with her, she moved her head again, her pillow was hard and she couldn't get comfortable, moving to sit up so that she could fluff out her pillow, she opened her eyes and jerked back in surprise. The heat she'd felt at her back had been his arm wrapped tightly around her and her pillow had been his chest. She'd NEVER actually slept with a man before. Oh, they thought she did, but she'd always managed to slip out or she kicked them out right after. She especially didn't cuddle. Not even with Antonio and they'd been together for quite a while, long enough for him to propose to her.

"What the hell are you doing here?" she asked in amazement.

"Well, let's see," Derek sighed in amusement as he sat up, leaning back against the headboard, "We came back to the hotel from the restaurant and you stopped me from going into my room and brought me in here. You tied me up to the bed and you started kissing me, you licked my nipples, my abs, you kissed my thighs and then you took my dick in your mouth and you sucked me until I thought I was going to come in your mouth. Then you pulled away, sat on my chest and you played with yourself in front of me, making me squirm with want. I felt every shiver, I could smell your scent, but you were too far away for me to taste you, you shoved three fingers deep inside of you and then put those three fingers in my mouth when I begged you to let me taste you. Then you kept pleasuring yourself, after a while, you straddled my head and lowered yourself down to my mouth and mmmm," Derek described in detail, his eyes closing as he remembered, his moan rumbling up from his chest, his manhood growing instantly erect, "Baby you tasted sooo, so good. After a few minutes you turned and straddled my head with your head facing away from me and you took me deep in your mouth while you let me taste you, before I could come again and before you could, you quickly got up and lowered yourself onto me. God! It felt SO good to be inside of you, you rode me until I saw stars, I couldn't touch you, I couldn't grab your hips or touch your breasts, but I could watch you as you grabbed your breasts, as you bit your bottom lip, as you rubbed your clit making yourself clench even tighter around me. We came together. It was earth shattering. We dozed for about an hour after you untied me, then we got up and had sex in the shower and then again on the balcony. I carried you back to the bed and then I made love to you and we made love slowly and passionately and you groaned my name and I felt it all the way to my toes. We laid on the bed and when I got ready to leave, you grabbed me and asked me to stay with you. So I did."

ShaKira swallowed thickly, she'd never asked a man to stay with her. It only complicated things. She couldn't believe that she'd asked him to stay. She'd remembered having sex with him all…four times…but hearing him describe it was just as hot as doing it. She turned her head away and sighed. "I can't believe I did that," she whispered.

"What? Had sex on the balcony? I know, I was a little shocked also, but the possibility of someone looking up and seeing us was actually an extreme turn-on," Derek laughed.

"No, I can't believe that I asked you to stay with me," ShaKira sighed turning to look at Derek, she flung back the cover that covered her below her waist and stood up, her naked body absolutely glorious to Derek. He felt himself growing harder at the sight of her. After last night he was hoping that she was out of his system, like most of his fluids, but apparently she wasn't.

"So what's the problem?" he questioned.

"I don't sleep with men," she said, ignoring Derek's scoff, "No seriously, I kick them out or I sneak out. I don't actually sleep with them. I've never felt comfortable enough or safe enough with any of them to actually sleep with them," she explained as she walked over to her garment bag and pulled out her red, ruffled skirt suit set with a low-cut white pullover blouse on hangers. Digging in her garment bag, she pulled out her thigh high stockings, panties, bra, garter and her red pumps. She turned to find Derek standing just feet behind her.

"What about Antonio?" he asked as he took her clothes from her.

ShaKira shook her head, "Not even Antonio. He swears that we slept together, but he slept and I would scoot out of his arms and sleep down the hall or I'd go home and come back before he woke up and take a shower in his bathroom, so he'd think that I'd been there all night. It never happened," she sighed as she revealed the truth about her relationship with Antonio.

"So I'm the first?" Derek inquired grinning widely as he leaned down to look in her eyes.

"And the last. I don't think I'm cut out for that," ShaKira shuddered. She took her clothes back from Derek and headed for the ironing board to lay out her clothes.

"Why does that scare you so much?" Derek asked his voice low as he walked towards her.

"It's too intimate, too personal, too…" ShaKira stopped abruptly and shook her head as she realized what she'd been about to admit.

"Too what?" Derek wasn't usually one to sit and talk with the women that he slept with, but there was something about ShaKira, some part of her that called to some part of him, that enthralled him. He found that he wanted to know everything about her, especially the things that scared her and the things that made her seem to pull away from him. He'd been watching Penelope and Kevin, JJ and Will, he'd even admired Hotch and Hayley when they were together. He knew that eventually he'd want a serious relationship, but he figured it would be a lot later in his life, when he was in his 50s or something. He was amazed that this woman, whom he'd only known for two days, had the power to make him reconsider his every stance on relationships and sex.

ShaKira sighed and bowed her head, she knew he wasn't going to give up until she told him. She'd never been this exposed or emotionally vulnerable. She didn't like it, but he was a guy, maybe if she let it all come out, really opened her brain and her heart to him it would scare him off, he was a guy after all. She refused to look into why the thought of never seeing him again caused her heart to clench painfully in her chest. "It's too much like a commitment, like a relationship," she admitted. She looked up in his eyes as he stared at her intently.

"And you don't want that," he murmured, filling in the blanks.

"It's not that I don't want that, I do," she admitted, wondering at the relief that she saw pass over his face and his shoulders, "It's just that," she sighed, revealing her deepest secret, "My parents have the greatest marriage, the greatest relationship that I've ever seen in my life. They've faced everything together. They have six kids that they raised together, they overcame every obstacle that they came in contact with. They are made for each other and even after over 50 years of marriage, they are still just as much in love today as they were the day that they got married. They raised me to not to settle for anything less. I won't be in a relationship with someone, I won't make a commitment to someone if I don't think that we have the possibility of making it like my parents. I refuse to get a divorce, it's not an option. And since I've yet to meet a man who makes me think that we can make it like my parents, I keep myself single," all of this was said as ShaKira pulled on a pair of black lace panties and her black lace bra.

"You haven't met one man yet?" Derek asked, wondering why he suddenly felt disappointed at her words.

ShaKira stared at him intensely, seeing the disappointment that he was trying to hide, "Derek, you are the only man that I've ever actually slept with and you see how I reacted? Out of all the men that I've dated or been with, you're the only one who's gotten under my skin." She pulled on her thigh high stockings, her black garter with pink bows, and slipped her feet into her red pumps.

Derek grinned at that, "Well, maybe…" he was prevented from finishing his statement when there was a knock on her hotel door. Derek swiftly pulled on a pair of boxers from his bag as he heard ShaKira sigh in frustration. She'd actually wanted to know what he'd been about to say, ShaKira thought as she walked over to the door, pulling on her black, silk robe and opened it. She gasped when she saw three of her brothers, the three eldest and the largest of the bunch standing there: Dean, Stephen, and Adam. Thinking quickly she tried to gesture with her hand for Derek to hide.

"Dean! Stephen! Adam! What are you guys doing here? I thought I was meeting up with you in Texas?" she spluttered out feigning happiness. She watched as all three of her brothers crossed their arms and glared at her.

"Well…that was the initial plan, but we got this phone call from Antonio and he told us that we should probably come and meet up with you because of this Derek guy," Stephen growled, his almond colored skin held a slight reddish tint to it. Stephen was a professional football player, who played for the New England Patriots, he'd come out to their parents five years ago and while her more traditional parents didn't completely understand how their burly, athletic son could be a homosexual, they'd accepted his lifestyle choice. Regardless of his sexual preference, Stephen was formidable and intimidating, to everyone except his baby sister. ShaKira rolled her eyes at him, "Derek is a colleague who I'm spending time with as we work on this case, nothing more," she struggled to explain.

"Well if that's all he is, then what the hell is he doing in your room?" Adam, her older brother who was also a sportscaster, yelled as he pushed open the door.

"Adam!" ShaKira yelled out in anger at him and then immediately wished that she hadn't. All three of her brothers turned to look at her and saw her standing before them in her bra, panties, garter, and stockings, her red pumps on her feet and a thin, silk, black robe covering it all that had come open when the door had been shoved back.

"What. The. FUCK?!" Dean, her eldest brother who owned a construction company that had three different locations, yelled before advancing towards Derek, his eyes blazing with rage.

"Oh God, this is senior prom all over again," ShaKira groaned to herself in horror as her brothers stalked towards Derek who seemed amazingly small in comparison to the three of them. While Derek didn't seem afraid, he did seem wary of where the first hit was going to come from.

"Ugh, enough of this," ShaKira said to herself, reaching into her purse and pulling out her gun, releasing the safety she felt more than she saw all three of her brothers pause before turning to face her. "Kira, put that damn gun away," Stephen said as he pointed away.

"Back away from Derek and maybe I will," she said, her voice calm as she pointed the gun at first Stephen, then Dean, then Adam. They knew she meant business and they knew that she didn't miss.

"ShaKira, it's okay. I have two sisters, I know how they feel," Derek said soothingly, "I'll be okay."

ShaKira nodded at Derek's words but didn't lower her gun, "I understand that, but my brothers are pigheaded, unreasonable, asses. And even with the knowledge that I'm a grown-ass woman in her 30s, they won't stop treating me like I'm some little girl who needs to have them beat up every guy who looks my way! They have to learn to stop acting like barbarians some time, it might as well be now when I put a bullet into each one of them," she stated firmly.

"We're right here Kira, you don't have to talk about us like we can't hear you," Stephen grunted.

"Well, I was having an adult conversation and seeing as the three of you are acting like spoiled, immature children, I knew that my words would go over your heads," ShaKira responded as she stared him straight in the face.

"Okay, okay, put your gun down. We'll behave," Adam said contritely, "Promise," he stated when he saw ShaKira's eyebrow raise in disbelief. ShaKira looked at all three of her brothers and after they all nodded their heads in agreement, she put the safety back on her gun and holstered it in her garter belt before she crossed her arms and stared at her brothers. They were always pulling this macho, kick-the-new-guy's-ass, shit with her and usually they didn't have an opportunity to do so, she'd never stayed with the same guy long enough for them to feel as if they needed to. As a matter-of-fact the last time they'd done the whole barging in the room thing was with Antonio. Speaking of, she knew that she was going to be putting in a phone call to Antonio when she got a chance, he'd crossed the line from security detail to busybody.

"Well little sister, aren't you going to introduce us to your new boyfriend?" Dean asked, smirking slightly.

"He's not my boyfriend jackass," ShaKira said rolling her eyes.

"He better be your boyfriend if he's in his boxers and you're standing here in Victoria's Secret underwear," Dean growled, his eyes narrowing into slits.

"It's Fredericks of Hollywood, idiot. Your wife bought it for me, you should know that," ShaKira told Dean, sighing in frustration.

Derek stepped forward, ignoring the angry looks that were thrown his way. "Maybe I should talk now and introduce myself," he began speaking, his voice placating, his steps slow and deliberate as he slowly made his way over to ShaKira, "My name is Derek Morgan. I am a Supervisory Special Agent with the FBI, I work for the BAU, the Behavioral Analysis Unit. I help with profiling criminals, rapists, serial killers, arsonists, the like. My father died when I was young, killed in the line of duty. I was raised by my mother, Francine. I have two sisters, Sarah and Desiree. I drive a truck, I own my own home, I have a dog named Clooney. I also own property on the side." Derek put his arm around ShaKira's waist, to her surprise and turning back to her brothers said, "And contrary to how things may look, this is about more than sex for me. I actually like your sister. She's smart, she's funny, she's independent, she blunt, she's beautiful and sexy, and she's talented. She's an amazing woman."

ShaKira's eyes widened as she listened to Derek's words and she turned to look at him in amazement. She struggled against having a young schoolgirl reaction to his words and inhaled deeply, her eyes sliding shut against the pleasure of the moment. She had to keep her head on straight in this situation. They hadn't known each other that long, she couldn't read more into what he'd said. She turned her focus back to her brothers who'd been watching her reaction to Derek's words very intensely.

"We know how amazing she is, we've known her a lot longer than you have Mr. Agent Man," Adam said sarcastically, "It's not her that we're worried about, it's not her that's making our father call everyone he knows, asking questions about you, it's you."

ShaKira gasped at this announcement, "Daddy's doing what?"

"He told us that he heard you were dating some new guy and that you sounded, to use his words, like a soft, marshmallow, and that he didn't know what was going on, but that he'd been calling in some favors to try and find out all he could about your Derek Morgan. We didn't tell him what Antonio told us when he called yesterday, but we told him that we'd find out what was going on. So that's what we came to do. To find out what's going on with you and…Boxers over there," Stephen said, gesturing towards Derek with his head.

Feeling completely fed up with their high handed attitude, ShaKira stepped forward and stuck her hands on her hips, staring down her brothers, "You want to know what's going on? I'll tell you! I met Derek two days ago. I screwed his brains out in my hotel room the night I met him. We had sex again on the plane on our way here to Cincinnati, we did it again in the bathroom at Balladucci's. Then I brought him into my room and I tied him up and fucked his brains out on this bed, in the shower and on the balcony. I slept in his arms last night and we only just got up. My plans are the ones you should be concerned about. Not his. I am the one who planned on having sex with him as much and as often as I can during this case and then when the case is over, I planned on saying goodbye, going on vacation and moving on to the next one," she said bluntly, her words crude and shocking to her brothers.

"What the hell did you do to our sister?!" Adam asked, his gaze focused on Derek.

"OHMIGOSH!! Weren't you listening?! This is all me! I've always been this way, you're just not listening, you just…UGH!!!" ShaKira screamed in frustration, turning to the ironing board, she snatched up her skirt suit set, turned to look at Derek, "Are you okay in here with them or do you need my gun?" she asked.

Focusing his gaze on her Derek answered, "I think I'll be okay." ShaKira nodded and headed into the bathroom to put on her close. She was livid. Positively burning with anger! At Antonio for sticking his nose in her personal business, at her father for worrying, at her brothers for thinking that they had the right to interfere, at Derek for affecting her to the point that it raised an alarm with the people closest to her, and at herself for being affected by Derek. Brushing her hair and placing her brush in her toiletries bag afterwards, she folded up her silk robe and stepped out the bathroom, shutting off the light. The room was amazingly quiet and ShaKira found herself very nervous about the sight that would await her as she turned the corner and faced the bed/sitting area of her hotel room. Derek was sitting on the bed, fully dressed, his bag zipped up completely, not a scratch on him. Whereas her brothers stood around the room, still scowling, but slightly more relaxed than they had been when she'd gone into the bathroom. They didn't look bruised and there didn't appear to be any gunshot wounds.

"What happened?" she asked nervously as she placed her silk robe and toiletries bag in the bottom of her garment bag.

"Nothing, we talked and came to a mutual understanding," Stephen said nonchalantly, the fingers of his left hand clenching and unclenching.

"Is that true is that what really happened Derek?" she asked her gaze swinging in his direction.

"Yep, that's what happened," Derek responded, his gaze never leaving her face.

"Well, if everybody's good then," ShaKira hesitated looking from man to man to man to man, waiting for one of them to crack, but none of them did. Shrugging at their unwillingness to reveal what had been done or said, ShaKira picked up her garment bag and smiled at Derek, "Ready to go?" she asked the room at large.

"More ready than I'll ever be, I'm supposed to be celebrating my bachelorhood being taken away from me," Dean replied as he took ShaKira's bag from her.

"I'll be sure to tell Rachel what you said," she chuckled as she saw his grimace. Following her brothers from the room she stopped right before the door and turned to Derek who'd been walking behind her. Placing her hand on his left forearm, she searched his gaze, looking for some sort of emotion, "What happened?" she asked again.

Sighing, because he knew, and he didn't know how he knew, he just knew, that if he didn't tell her she was going to pester him about it until he did, "They asked me what my intentions were and I told them, it seemed to make them cool off for a bit. They even said that they felt sorry for me, because they'd pretty much taught you everything that you know when it comes to relationships," Derek answered with another sigh.

"What did you tell them?" ShaKira inquired, not entirely sure that she wanted to hear the answer.

Derek looked ShaKira intently in her eyes. His gaze was hot, passionate, earnest, honest, open, and unashamed, "I told them that I wanted to get to know you better and have the most amazing sex in the world with you. And that barring nothing goes wrong, that I wanted to fall in love with you and love you as deeply as I can for as long as you'll let me," he stated in complete honesty.

ShaKira's mouth swung open. She stared at him for a very long time before turning to walk away.

It only took the BAU three days of flying from one murder to the next before they solved the case. ShaKira was shocked when she discovered that the "UnSub", she had to be told that that stood for Unidentified Subject, was none other but her personal assistant, Jerry Tomalson. Jerry had been passed over for a promotion, the title instead going to ShaKira. So he'd decided to besmirch her name and had gone around to each member of the Iraq board to talk against her, only to discover that they all thought that she'd deserved the position. Rossi had commented that the first stressor had been when Jerry had been passed over for the promotion, the second had been when he'd been made ShaKira's assistant. And while the BAU team were all celebrating, Derek found himself fighting against a growing anger and disappointment. He and ShaKira hadn't talked, had sex, and she hadn't even looked in his direction unless she absolutely had to since they'd been in Texas. He'd thought that she'd feel honored and happy by what he'd said, but apparently his words had the opposite effect on her, pushing her away instead of pulling her closer to him. Derek sat on the jet, his eyes caressing ShaKira where she sat talking with Prentiss, Rossi, Reid, JJ and Hotch. She was regaling them with stories of her days at Yale with Prentiss. She wouldn't even look in her direction. He sighed and leaned back, laying his head on the back of the couch that he sat on and remembered their trip to Texas.

Flashback

Derek stomped onto the jet, he was frustrated and angry. ShaKira had walked away from him and hadn't spoken to him the entire time that they'd been in the limo. He'd heard her fussing with Antonio about his phone call and had felt a perverse satisfaction that she was so angry with him. Antonio totally deserved it, however, why she was mad with him, he couldn't figure it out. He looked around the plane for her and saw her sitting at one of the tables, looking at files and filling out paperwork. He went and sat down across from her. He waited for her to look at him, but when five minutes passed and she still hadn't looked up he knew that he would have to speak.

"So, where are your brothers?" he asked.

"They don't have security clearance to ride on the jet, so they went to the airport," she offered the explanation, not looking up at him as she did so.

"So are you going to meet up with them when we get there?" he questioned.

"That's the plan," she said, her tone sarcastic as she flipped a page in the file she was working on.

Beyond frustrated Derek stood up and slid into the seat next to her, pushing her up against the window with his body, his hands braced on either side of her head. "What the hell is your problem woman? I'd think that after everything you'd be happy, your brothers and father are appeased, they won't be bothering us and you are the FIRST woman that I have ever even considered having a relationship with," he whispered furiously, his eyes boring into hers.

He was shocked when she pushed him back and pushed him so hard with her hands that he fell to the floor. He appreciated the fact that neither JJ nor Prentiss looked their way, though he was sure that they'd noticed what was going on.

"And who the HELL asked you to do that for me? Did I ask you to appease my family?" ShaKira furiously yelled into his face. "And for that matter, this is JUST SEX!! That's it! Nothing more! I didn't want a relationship with you before and I don't want one now! And did you ever think for a second that by you telling my family what you did, that when it came time for me to leave that they'd be blaming ME for the failure of this so-called relationship?"

"Stop lying to me and to yourself! You know that you feel the same connection that I do!" Derek yelled back as he stood to his feet, "You want this just as bad as I do and you'll be a lot happier when you admit it!"

ShaKira's hand clenched as she stared him down, then she laughed, the sound shocking Derek and JJ and Prentiss who'd been eavesdropping on the argument, "Please! Don't flatter yourself Mr. FBI. I meet men like you everyday, men who make me wet with just a touch and men who rock my world every time we have sex. You are not the first to have that affect on me and you certainly won't be the last," her head tilted to the right as she assessed him as if he were a piece of meat, "I must admit that I'm slightly disappointed. I'd heard stories about you as the player and after what, two, three days of us having sex, you're already talking about having a relationship with me?" she stepped closer to him, "It's too bad about that, I was totally planning to take a vacation in Virginia and screw your brains out while I was there. But," she breathed as she walked back to her seat, "You ruined that when you got all mushy on me. I'm glad that I could help you see that you want the relationship thing with someone, it's just too bad that you think you want it with me, because I don't do relationships and I especially don't do love, so…maybe you should go sit down and profile this case like we're paying you all to do so that I can get back to my job and my life." She'd finished her statement as she sat down and opened up her file again. Derek had stood there looking at her, his eyes drifting over to JJ and Prentiss who were both looking at him sympathetically. With an angry growl he turned away, snatched up his iPod and headphones and flopped down on the couch. When they finally touched down in Texas he'd watched as ShaKira and Prentiss had reunited with ShaKira's brothers, all five of them, all five of them big and burly, before they'd gone off to the hotel with them.

End of Flashback

Derek's eyes slowly opened as the last of the memory faded from view and he looked at ShaKira. She was so beautiful, her eyes were shining with amusement and the big grin on her face made it very hard for him to breathe. He wished that he could go back in time and not say those words to her brothers but unfortunately, he couldn't. He sighed and put his hand on his iPod to change the song but pushed the pause button instead. He looked down at the iPod in confusion when he realized that he still heard music, although he couldn't remember adding the song "I've Got to See You Again" by Norah Jones onto his iPod. When he looked at his iPod and realized that it wasn't playing, he looked up and saw that ShaKira was singing. Shocked, he pulled his headphones off slowly to listen.

"Late in the night when I'm all alone, I look at the clock and I know you're at home, I can't help myself, I've got to see you again. I could almost go there, just to watch you be seen. I could almost go there, just to live in a dream. No, I won't go, for any of those things, to not touch your skin, is not why I say, I can't help myself, I've got to see you again," ShaKira's voice was angelic, husky and raspy, it stirred him to the very depths of his soul and he found himself becoming aroused at just the sound of it. He tore his gaze from her lips and realized that she was looking at him as she sang. Was she trying to tell him something? Was she telling him that she wanted to be with him again. He certainly hoped so, because at that moment, he wanted nothing more than to lay her on the floor of the jet and make love to her until she cried out for him to stop.

ShaKira yawned as she collected the last file and stood up from the table. They'd arrived back at the BAU about two hours ago, she'd had reports to finish and was grateful that Hotch had given her his office to use. She stood on her tiptoes and stretched her arms above her head a slight squeal of satisfaction coming out as she stretched all of her muscles. "I love it when you squeal like that," Derek's deep voice caused her to freeze and as she slowly lowered her arms and her feet, she inhaled deeply to still her pounding heart. She'd never admit it, but the last three days had been really hard on her. They hadn't talked or had sex and it was killing her. Especially since Prentiss and her brother, Bobby had hooked up in Texas, much to her dismay. They'd been talking, texting, and emailing each other since the team had left Texas. The worst part was having to listen as Prentiss shared the intimate details of having sex with her "horse-hung" brother. Which was totally something she did NOT want to know about any of her brothers. She'd been aching and yearning for Derek and for the first time in her life had wondered what it would be like to be involved in a relationship with someone, a serious relationship, one where she was fully invested and gave more than just her body to her partner. She hadn't acted on those thoughts, but the fact that she'd had them let her know that Derek was still in her system. She had to do something to get him out of it. While they were sitting on the jet, Rossi had asked her to sing and she'd figured that she would sing a song to him to let him know that she wanted to be with him again. He'd apparently gotten the hint. She turned around slowly with a seductive smile on her face, her eyes devoid of any emotion other than lust.

"Do you really?" she asked seductively, her head tilting to the left as she gazed at him.

"Oh yes," Derek answered as he walked into the room, "So what are you up to?" he asked nonchalantly.

"I don't know, I've got about three hours to kill before I have to catch my flight. I have a meeting with the President in Chicago in the morning, apparently there's a situation going on there and it requires my…unique way of handling things," she answered as she stepped closer to him.

"Hhmm…" Derek said considering as he stepped closer to her. He was wearing a dark red shirt that hugged his muscled torso and a pair of blue jeans that hung low on his waist, with a pair of black sneakers on. It was the most casual she'd ever seen him. She watched him as he stopped directly in front of her and ran his fingers down her left arm. She shivered delicately. She was wearing a sleeveless, collared purple dress with a black belt around her waist. She wasn't wearing stockings this time, instead opting to wear a pair of black boots that came up to her calves. "What were you thinking about doing for the next three hours?" he asked.

"I…um…I…," she stuttered, unable to speak, that had NEVER happened to her before! Her father used to tease her and tell her that she came out of the womb talking instead of crying. "I didn't have any definite plans, I was just going to hand out around here since this is where the car is picking me up," she stated finally, feeling herself grow wet as Derek continued to run his fingers up and down her arm.

"I know you were in my office before, but I don't think you really got a chance to see it. How about I give you the tour?" Derek suggested seductively. Smiling in delight, ShaKira nodded and scooped up her files and dumped them into her briefcase. She followed Derek out of the conference room and eventually into his office, her eyes caressing the sexy curve of the back of his head and his neck, following the line down to his wonderfully sculpted ass. He held open the door and she preceded him into the office. She watched as he closed the blinds and locked the door before turning back to her.

"The name of this game is: Don't Make a Sound," he said smiling, "I'm going to make love to you right here on my desk and all over my office and you can't be too loud or we'll both get in trouble."

ShaKira grinned, she loved a challenge. "Well, I'm up for the job, but are you? You know how noisy you get when I do this…" she paused as she took her hand and cradled his manhood in her hand. Derek inhaled deeply, struggling not to groan.

"Very good," she whispered as she brought her other hand up and grabbed the back of his head, bringing his lips down to hers. She captured his lips in a soft kiss. She allowed her tongue to lightly trace the seam of his lips, when he finally opened his mouth to her, she allowed her tongue to dip into his mouth and engaged in light wrestle match with his tongue. One hand caressed his bald head, the other stroked him through his pants. She didn't know who was more turned on at that moment, him or her. She felt his hands drift from her hair down her back until he grabbed and lightly squeezed her ass. She felt him pick her up and sit her down on his desk with her ass on the edge. He pulled back from her lips and smiling at her, he pulled his shirt over his head. ShaKira sighed in appreciation, "I could spend all day licking your abs," she confessed.

Derek's eyebrows lifted in surprise, "I've never had someone tell me that before," he laughed, "I think I like it," he admitted as he sat down in his chair.

"What are you doing?" ShaKira asked, seconds before Derek lifted the bottom of her dress up to her waist and leaned down. "Oh," she sighed as she laid back to enjoy. Derek chuckled as he opened his mouth and sucked her clit deep into his mouth. He looked up to see her shoving her hand in her mouth to keep herself quiet and smiled. He got comfortable and licked, kissed, sucked, and slurped at the most intimate part of her. Not touching her with his hands, but only using his lips, tongue, teeth, and even his nose to bring her pleasure. When her hips began to thrust against his invading tongue, he knew that she was close. His hands quickly went to the button on his jeans. He swiftly unbuttoned and unzipped the jeans and jerked them down along with his boxers, before sinking deep within her. He gave a huge sigh, it felt like coming home to him.

"God, you feel amazing wrapped around me," he whispered as he began to thrust into her.

"MMmmm, and you feel absolutely delightful inside of me," ShaKira groaned softly. After three days of self-imposed and unwanted celibacy, it didn't take long for either of them to reach their sexual peak and Derek lifted ShaKira up and kissed her deeply as he exploded within her, feeling her clench around him as she shook with the force of her own orgasm. Afterwards, Derek lifted himself from off of her and sat down in his chair, sitting ShaKira in his lap. She laid her head on his shoulder, allowing herself this brief moment of cuddling.

"Damn woman, when I die, that's how I want to go," Derek chuckled as ShaKira playfully smacked his shoulder. They sat in mutual silence for a moment more, neither of them wanting to break the spell of the moment with words. After five minutes ShaKira stirred and looked at Derek with a look of mischievousness. "My turn," she said smiling. They spent the rest of ShaKira's free time, christening every spot and area of Derek's office. He knew that he'd never look at his office the same way again. He frowned when ShaKira kissed him goodbye at the door of his office, saying on that she'd had fun and thanked him for everything. He was sure that she'd want to exchange numbers so that they could keep in touch, but once again, she'd surprised him. He watched as she walked down the hallway, her hips swaying seductively as she walked up to the driver who was taking her to the airport. His eyes narrowed as he watched to see if she was going to flirt with him. When she merely spoke to him and pointed at her bags before walking past him towards the elevator, Derek breathed a sigh of relief. His relief was short-lived, however. It would be his luck that the first woman he actually wanted to have a relationship with, didn't want to have a relationship with him.

Four Months Later

Derek looked up from the file on his desk at the knock on his office door. Raising his eyebrow in confusion at who could still be around at this hour, he called out, "Come in." His breath stopped in his chest when ShaKira stood there, her hand clutching the door handle, her teeth biting on her bottom lip in nervousness. Derek stood up quickly, his chair rolling backwards and hitting the shelf behind him. "ShaKira?!" he breathed, walking quickly around his desk. "Come in," he implored her. He watched as she stepped in slowly. She was wearing a T-shirt and jeans, flip-flops on her feet. He'd never seen her so…casual, so…unprofessional before. He still found her to be the sexiest woman in the world.

"How have you been? Are you back for another case? I tried to find you, to contact you but neither Prentiss nor Garcia would tell me anything," Derek spoke quickly, his words flying out of his mouth rapidly.

"I've been…okay. No I'm not back for another case, I came to talk to you. I asked Em and Pen not to give you my number, I…um…hadn't wanted to continue anything with you," ShaKira admitted guiltily.

Derek nodded slowly, he'd figured as much. "So why are you here now?" he inquired.

ShaKira swallowed thickly and stepped close to him, lifted her shirt up slightly, took his hands in hers and placed them on her stomach. "Derek, I'm four months pregnant. I haven't been with anyone since you and I wasn't with anyone for a month before you. The baby's yours. You don't have to be a part of the baby's life, I just wanted you to know that we're going to have a baby," she said before lifting her eyes to his.

Derek's heart stopped and he could've sworn that he died right then and there. He looked at her and before he knew it he heard her scream his name as the floor rushed up to meet him and for the first time ever in his life, he passed out.