DEREK's POV:
In less than five hours, the team was back on the jet in the middle of the night, finally bound for home. Just as they had on their previous trip, everyone crashed where they sat, not worrying about the paperwork until Monday morning. Everyone except for Derek Morgan.
Derek couldn't sleep, no matter how hard he tried. He kept remembering the feeling of Aubry arching into him as he unzipped her black dress. He kept remembering the feeling of her bare skin against his as she buried her face on his shoulder, her long reddish hair brushing across his chest. He kept remembering the fiery passion that had filled those green-gray eyes. Passion that couldn't be faked, even in the most dire situations. She had felt the attraction between them, too, and he wondered to himself if she was having trouble getting in out of her head as he was.
She was sitting just across from him, asleep on the sofa in the back of the plane. Her long legs were stretched out and she had her arms tucked underneath her head as a makeshift pillow. Very slowly, Derek picked up his jacket, crossed the plane, and eased her up, slipping the jacket underneath her head, hoping it would make her more comfortable. Aubry stirred in her sleep and then her eyelids fluttered open.
"Hey," she whispered drowsily, smiling up at him from beneath those long, dark eyelashes. "Is something wrong? Are we home yet?"
Derek sat down on the edge of the sofa and shook his head. "No. I was just putting my jacket underneath your head so you'd be more comfortable. Sorry I woke you up."
Aubry propped up on one elbow and looked down at the fleece jacket lying on the sofa, then turned her face back towards Derek. He stared into her eyes, completely captivated by the depth of emotion in them. Slowly, he leaned in towards her and before he knew it, his lips brushed against hers. She drew in a deep breath, twining one arm around his neck as he deepened the kiss gradually. His tongue battled with hers for dominance and he knew down deep that neither of them would ever win; this was a mutual attraction and one they couldn't deny, even though they'd only known each other for a week.
AUBRY'S POV:
I hardly knew how it happened, but I did know that I was kissing Derek Morgan again. I was kissing him like I'd never kissed any man ever before. Then, I remembered exactly where we were: a small jet with the rest of the team. Quickly, I pushed Derek away, shaking my head.
"No, Derek! Not here!" I whispered. "We'll get caught."
"So you're saying that if we weren't here, you'd kiss me some more?" Derek asked suggestively, his forehead still very close to mine.
"I know I shouldn't, but I just can't say no," I breathed. "But Derek, what are doing?"
He shook his head gently. "I don't know. All I know is that you could tell me to jump off a building, and I'd do it without question."
I blushed a deep shade of red and ducked my head, but Derek put his hand underneath my chin and lifted it up again. "Don't be embarrassed, baby girl. You should be proud. You're the first woman to totally bewitch Derek Morgan."
It was early morning when we arrived in D.C. and I was half-asleep when I walked off the jet onto the tarmac where a bureau SUV was waiting to take us back to Quantico. I climbed into the very back seat and Derek was right behind me while Rossi and Hotch rode up front with Reid and Prentiss behind them and in front of them.
"I'm…so…tired," I mumbled amid a yawn. "Maybe I'll just crash on the sofa in my office."
Derek took my hand in his since we were behind everyone else. "I'll take you home," he offered. "Just give me a few minutes to grab a few things when we get to the office."
"Okay," I replied shyly, shivering at his touch.
When we got back to the offices, I straightened some files and began work on some of my paperwork while Derek took care of a few things. I found myself nodding off on my desk and before I knew it, I had dozed off on top of a stack of files.
A quiet knock on my office door jolted me out of my slumber and I jumped up hastily. "I'm ready!" I exclaimed, still half asleep.
Both Derek and I were silent on the short drive to my apartment, both of us worn out. Still, I didn't feel the need to make meaningless conversation. The silence was pleasant, not awkward.
"So, you still planning to stay with the BAU after two cases?" he finally asked me.
I grinned. "It was worse than I expected, but I sort of expected it to be worse…if that makes any sense at all."
Derek smiled at me and reached across the consol of his car to hold my hand. "It does to me. Trust me. I've seen things that would make veteran FBI agents sick to their stomachs. It's just part of the job."
I nodded understandingly as he pulled to the curb in front of my apartment complex. "Thanks for the ride, Derek," I told him, smiling shyly.
He leaned in and pressed a brief but firm kiss on my lips. "I'll pick you up at seven tonight, okay?"
Blushing, I nodded. "Sounds good. I'll be ready."
As I walked up the sidewalk to my building, he rolled down the window of his car and called to me. "Hey, Aubry, wear the dress you wore last night."
I waved goodbye to him, nodding in agreement, and then let myself inside.
It felt good to be home, but a week's worth of mail had been stuffed through the slot in my door and the milk in my fridge had gone bad. I paid no attention to these little things. Instead, I slipped into plaid sleep shorts and a t-shirt, then dove beneath the covers of my bed and fell asleep immediately.
When I woke up, it was 3pm and I arose feeling refreshed and full of energy. It was as if the stress of the past week had left me during my long nap and now I felt ready to face the world again. My immediate plan included getting ready for my date with Derek.
Before I jumped in the shower, I sorted through my mail, cleaned out my fridge, unpacked and re-packed my go-bag, and tossed a load of laundry in the washing machine. It was amazing how things could pile up when you were gone for a week at a time.
DEREK'S POV:
Derek took a long nap as soon as he got back to his place, then forced himself to get up around 4:30PM in the afternoon. After sorting through his mail, cleaning out his fridge, unpacking and re-packing his go-bag, and putting a load of laundry in the washer, he jumped in the shower to get ready for his date with Aubry.
As he showered, shaved, and dressed, Derek thought about Aubry and how he felt about her. He had never been one to break the bureau's rules when it came to dating. Despite his reputation as a player, he had never actually dated anyone in the FBI. Now, he was going against his own rule book to take out this girl.
Aubry had somehow managed to totally bewitch him in the short time that he'd known her. Was it her green eyes or the way she'd stood up to him the day he made a remark about her having a temper? Was it the way she tossed her reddish hair over her shoulders? He didn't know, but he did know that he wasn't about to screw things up with her tonight. In fact, he wanted to do everything perfectly.
Earlier, when they were in the office, he'd called and made reservations at a upper class restaurant in Manassas, Virginia. Rossi had mentioned it a while back and he thought it would be a good choice to take Aubry on a date. Now, on his way to pick her up, he stopped at a florist and picked up a beautiful bouquet of lilies for Aubry. He'd done roses for other girls, but not her. She was different.
When he got to her apartment building, he went up to her door and knocked, then waited nervously for her to come to the door. She opened it wide and once again the profiler was blown away by her simple and elegant beauty.
She was wearing the same black dress, but this time she had on black high heels with silver jewelry. Her long hair was swept up into an elegant low ponytail that hung over one shoulder. "Am I dressed okay?" she asked.
"You're perfect," Derek breathed, in awe of the sight before him. She was twice as beautiful as she had been last night and she reminded him of one of the girls from the James Bond movies—smokin' hot and incredibly sexy.
Aubry blushed and played with the bracelet on her wrist nervously, very much aware of Derek staring at her.
"I brought you some flowers," he told her, handing them to her clumsily. It wasn't like him to be such a dork about dates and it was completely disconcerting the handsome FBI agent.
"Oh! Lilies are my favorite!" Aubry exclaimed with sincerity ringing in every note of her voice. "How did you know?"
Derek flashed her his charming, know-all grin. "I know everything, baby. Now come on, let's get out of here."
Stay tuned for a really big surprise: When Derek and Aubry go out to dinner, who will they see there and will it affect their relationship? Plus, how will there night end? Keep reading and you'll find out on "Falling for Derek Morgan."