A/N I am so so sorry for this delay! I had a terrible writer's block! And yesterday when I finished it fanfiction had some server problem:S

But I'm back with the chapter everyone has been waiting for(I think).

So enjoy!


Chapter 7

When Emily woke up the next morning she was still wearing her running clothes and she had a foul taste in her mouth that told her she hadn't even brushed her teeth. Her heart sped up. The alarm hadn't woken her up, had she overslept? In a quick movement she got up and looked for her phone. Finding it on the floor by the door, she picked it up and checked what time it was. 4.07 am. She wasn't late.

Emily sighed in relief while she continued to check her phone. She had a lot of missed calls. 5 from Derek and 2 from Rossi. Derek had also sent her a couple of texts, asking how she was and if he could come over to talk. Either he had been here but she'd been sleeping or he had taken her silence like she didn't want to talk, which, if she'd been awake to see the texts, would've been accurate.

Emily didn't understand what was wrong with her, but once again she started to tear up. Putting her phone away, she used both her hands to forcefully wipe away the tears. She didn't know what to do and soon she had to go to work again and see him. So far she wasn't worried about seeing Rossi, even if the older man had been forced to bail them out for something only teens would be caught doing. No, her sole worry was on the man who had broken her heart. There, she said it. Derek Morgan had made her fall in love with his kindness and when she finally wanted to move further in whatever relationship they had, he had taken her heart and crushed it into a million pieces with his own bare hands.

Emily shook her head, cursing herself for acting like a lovesick, clingy little schoolgirl. This wasn't like her at all so what had changed? Frustrated with herself, she walked upstairs to the bathroom, turning the shower on and waiting for it to get warmer. Usually she wouldn't get up until another two hours had passed but there was no way she could go back to sleep like this. It was better to get showered and ready. That way she would still have a lot of time to gather her thoughts before work, maybe even calm her nerves down.

Carefully, she stepped into the water which was now just warm enough for her. A content sigh left her mouth and her head fell back, enjoying the strays of water.

It wasn't until the water got colder that Emily decided to turn the shower off. Shaking slightly from the cold, she grabbed the towel and wrapped it around her now freezing body.

She stepped out and looked herself in the mirror, seeing her red swollen eyes from the previous crying. There was no way she was going to work like this. No, she had to fix herself. Lucky thing she had woken up this early. Now, she had all the time in the world. Before eight o'clock she would look as if nothing had ever happened between her and Morgan and that facade she would keep all through the day.


Even if Emily got up early she seemed to be the last one in for work. JJ, Reid and Derek were already sitting in the bullpen, talking about things Emily couldn't care less about. Right now the only thing she cared about was getting through work in one piece. When she had left home she had managed to make herself look like the old Emily. No red eyes, no red nose, no signs of crying. She was pretty content with her appearance.

Sitting down at her desk, she completely ignored the others and instead opened up her case file, starting to read through a case about a serial killer who collected his victims' fingernails and everything she read just gave her the creeps. She could easily profile this Unsub as a sadist with a fetish for nails. That's what got him off.

Derek studied Emily where she was sitting at her desk, seemingly uninterested with everything going on around her.

"What's wrong with Emily?" Reid asked in concern, noticing that it wasn't like Emily to not say hello when she got into work.

"Nothing. She's pretty much like herself," Morgan lied.

"Are you kidding? Something is up," JJ agreed with Reid. Her eyes narrowed on Derek. "Did you do something? I swear to God that if..."

"No, I didn't do anything. Or not exactly," Derek said, hanging his head in defeat.

"What did you do?" JJ looked at him, accusingly.

"I... I can't talk about it."

"But you have to fix it. Now!" JJ demanded.

"I doubt she'll want to talk to me," Derek confessed.

"You can at least try," JJ tried to convince him.

Emily tried not to listen to their conversation, but she couldn't help that she concentrated so hard on trying to catch every word they said.

Shaking her head, she stood up from her chair and left the bullpen. She just had to clear her head before she went crazy.


The banging on Emily's door wouldn't stop later that night. She had hoped that if she stayed quiet and wouldn't open, the person behind the door would leave. The person Emily believed was Derek Morgan, which was a very good reason to not open. She knew ignoring him all day might've been childish, but if she would've spoken one word to him she knew she wouldn't be able to control her anger or the words leaving her mouth.

When the constantly banging didn't stop after five minutes, Emily stomped angrily to the door and threw it open.

"What do you want?" she almost yelled at him.

"Talk, Emily," Derek answered and stormed past her.

"Oh no, you have no reason to be angry," Emily said, shaking her head, fuming inside.

"I don't? Wow, Emily, you really are a piece of work," Derek stopped and turned around.

"You're the one who thinks you can just come and fuck me whenever you want to and then leave when you're done. You think it wouldn't hurt me?"

Derek started to laugh, not believing this was actually coming from the other woman's mouth.

"Really, Emily? Is that what you think?"

"It's not something I think. Your actions speak pretty loud. The way you just fucked me in the ass and then left or when you decided you could control my orgasms." Emily had started pacing the room as she was rambling on. "You never stopped to think about how I'd feel. It hurt, Derek. It fucking hurt."

"And how do you think I felt?" Derek asked, his eyes dark with anger.

Emily stopped her pacing to look at him. "What do you mean?"

"Every time we were alone you wanted to fuck. Everywhere, at all kinds of places. You never stopped to think how I felt and then when you decided to fuck Amy in front of me? That hurt! It hurt that you never wanted to stay and talk. I didn't want to be your boy-toy."

"So this was some kind of sick revenge? Let me tell you..."

"No!" Derek stopped her. "This wasn't revenge exactly. I wanted you to know what it felt like being used. I wanted you to realize that you wanted more than just sex. I..." Derek paused and turned around, afraid to look at her when he spoke the next words. "I wanted you to love me as much as I love you."

Emily was shocked to say the least. This confession was something she hadn't expected.

"How did you think I would fall in love when you treated me like a toy?" Emily asked, but she knew his plan had worked.

"If I changed my personality to one I knew you didn't like, you'd realize how much you liked the old Derek, the real me, the..."

"Cuddling after sex Derek, the whispering sweet nothings Derek, the Derek who shows how special his woman is," Emily filled in, a tear starting to trickle down her cheek.

Derek turn around to face her and hated how he'd made her cry.

"I'm sorry, I never meant to hurt you that bad. I just wanted to teach you a lesson." Derek shrugged.

"No, I'm the one who should apologize. I really treated you like shit and there are no excuses for the way I acted," Emily said wiping her tears that wouldn't stop falling.

"She hurt you," Derek stated and Emily looked at him in surprise. "Amy. I saw the way she treated you and that was the real her.

"And yet you decided to go and do the same?" Emily asked, but not in anger. She was smiling this time.

"It seemed smart at the time," Derek said, matching her smile. "Come here."

He held out his arms and Emily took that as an invitation to wrap her arms around his body. This was what Emily had longed for. Derek's hug, the safe feeling, his love. Emily parted from him just a little and looked up to him, smiling shyly before reaching up to capture his lips. The kiss soon got deeper as Derek opened his mouth to let Emily's tongue swirl together with his. His hold around her tightened further and he held her like he never wanted to lose her. Not ever. Not again.

Her hands moved to untuck Derek's shirt from his pants, but he managed to stop her halfway down. He released her and looked deep into her eyes.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Derek questioned.

"I'm positive. I want you to make love to me," Emily said with a nod and that certainty was all Derek needed to once more pull her body close and capture her lips in the most sweet, but hungry kiss.

Derek moved the two of them until Emily could feel the kitchen counter behind her and in a second Emily was lifted up on top of it while never breaking the kiss. This time when her hands moved to take off Derek's shirt, he didn't stop her. Derek helped her to get it off by letting go of her so she could slide it off. The kiss was momentarily disturbed, but as soon as Derek had rid Emily of her blouse too, their lips met again. His hands travelled lower and lower on her body and stopped by her waistline, unbuttoning her slacks and lifting her up to get them off the curve of her ass. When that was done he put her down again and slowly pulled them off her long, lean legs. Taking a hold of her right leg, he took off her shoe, followed by the left, letting her slacks fall to a pile on the floor. He held her foot again and started kissing up her leg. Never before had they taken things this slow, but tonight was different. This time Derek wanted to make Emily feel more special than ever.

Emily threw her head back, enjoying how Derek's tongue seemed to touch every part of her body, not missing one single spot. When Derek reached her thigh he hooked his fingers in her panties and pulled the now soaked fabric slowly down.

His erection was straining in his pants and he wanted nothing more than to free himself, but right now he needed to give all his attention to Emily. While is mouth was moving closer and closer to Emily's glistening folds, his hands moved up to cup her fabric covered breasts, kneading them slowly.

Emily gasped as Derek kissed her sensitive nub and his tongue danced over her entrance. Her hands flew to Derek's head and pushed him closer to her, begging for more and Derek obliged. He drank all her delicious juices as they left her body and his tongue dipped inside her, making her moan out louder than before. Slowly, he moved his hands behind her back and unhooked her bra, throwing it to land on the rest of the clothes. His hands went back to her breasts, pinching her nipples while taking her folds in his mouth.

Emily was close, so close, and she wanted Derek to pull her over that edge. She wanted him to make her scream. She wanted him to make her body go limp after a mind blowing orgasm. And after his tongue licked her nub one more time she couldn't hold it in anymore. All her muscles tightened, her toes curling, her head flew back and hands held tighter around his head. Derek tried to make the orgasm last as long as possible by continuously sucking on her nub. When it was over, her body fell limp against him and he kissed the top her head, holding her tightly.

"You okay?" Derek asked her.

"Yes," Emily breathed out. "I'm more than okay."

A ghost of a smile played on her lips and Derek couldn't help but to smile in content too.

As they were hugging Derek could feel Emily's hands moving further and further down, stopping at Derek's belt buckle and with fumbling fingers she managed to loosen it.

Derek breathed heavily in anticipation when Emily unbuttoned his pants, feeling how near his own release he was, but still he felt the need to ask the next question.

"Round two? I am fine with just pleasing you for the night," Derek chuckled.

"Don't be silly," Emily said as she pulled his pants down. "I can feel that you're not fine."

Emily brought her hand to his hardened member and started massaging it. A moan escape Derek's lips, which only made Emily intensify her movements, moving her hand up and down with one hand and tugging on his boxers with the other.

"You're killing me," Derek groaned.

"Oh I'm sorry," Emily said removing her hand slowly.

Putting her arms to support herself as she leaned back on the counter, she spread her legs wide to show him just how much she wanted him right now. Derek inhaled and quickly got rid of his boxers. With one small step he was between her legs and his cock rubbed against her center, hovering over her entrance.

Emily looked him in his eyes with lust written all over her face and as he slowly made his way inside her, she wrapped her legs around his body. She gasped when Derek moved to go deeper, resting her head on his shoulder. Derek put his hands on Emily's thighs and pulled her closer to the edge so that only a part of her ass touched the counter. Emily's hands went around Derek's neck as Derek continued to pound into her, faster and deeper with every thrust. When Derek's muscles started cramping from Emily's weight and his rapid thrusting, he lifted her completely off the counter and put her down on the floor with him on top and still inside her.

A shiver ran through her body as she connected with the cold tile floor, but as Derek started moving in and out of her, she clutched to him and all her thoughts were on the delicious feeling he was giving her. Her moans got louder and louder with each thrust and Derek could feel her walls tightening around his throbbing member. They both knew she was close, that they both were, but Derek was going to hold on until she came for the second time.

Her whole body started to tingle and her toes curled as Derek gave three more thrusts and that was all it took for Emily to explode around him, falling limply underneath him. While she tried to catch her breath, Derek continued for five more strokes until he emptied himself inside of her, groaning as he did so and then rolling off her tiredly.

The couple lay on the tile floor, looking up in the ceiling while breathing heavily.

"Wow," Emily said and swallowed hard. "That was amazing."

"It truly was," Derek said with a content smile. "Now there's just one thing I need to ask you."

Derek turned to look at her and was happy when her beautiful eyes looked his way too.

"What?" Emily asked.

Derek's smile grew wider, showing all his white teeth, a smile that would make any woman's knees weak. "Emily Prentiss, would you like to date me?"


There you have it! They finally had a talk along with some love making, not fucking!

Please review and let me know what you think! Any suggestions are welcome:)