A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter. :) FYI, this fic is nominated for a Criminal Minds fanfiction Award in the Best Unusual Pairing category so vote please! And enjoy the update. :)
P.S. I changed the rating to be safe.
Disclaimer: Same as previous chapters.
Chapter 7 – The First Time in a Long Time
When they landed, Emily quickly turned down Morgan's offer to go out for a drink. She just wanted to go home, get a little bite to eat, and relax. And she wanted to see Mick. She hopped into her car and immediately pulled out her cell phone. She dialled Mick's cell number and smiled to herself when he answered on the second ring.
"Have you gotten your unsub yet?"
"Yes," she sighed in relief. "And we just landed so please tell me that you're in D.C."
"A little anxious to see me?" He asked with a laugh.
"Not anymore," she teased back.
"Okay," he chuckled. "I am in D.C. Are you hungry?"
"Starving!"
"Do you want to go out or stay in?"
She pretended to think about it before she answered. "Stay in."
"Brilliant. So I will pick up something and meet you at your place?"
"Sounds great. I'll see you then." She ended the call and started her car.
Roughly thirty minutes later, she approached her apartment door and saw Mick leaning against the doorframe with a smile on his face. "Hey there," he grinned. "I brought Chinese," he declared as he held up the bag of takeout.
"Good choice," she replied with a smile. She pulled her keys out of the pocket of her suit jacket and unlocked her door. She stepped into her home and Mick followed her. "Make yourself at home; I just have to run upstairs for a second."
"Hey, come here," he called out softly. She spun around and looked at him curiously. He simply smiled and wrapped an arm around her waist. He kissed her and then grinned happily. "Okay, now you can go upstairs."
She laughed and shook her head at him as she made her way up the stairs. She dropped her go bag off in the laundry room as it was mostly filled with dirty clothes. Next she went to her bedroom and tossed her suit jacket on the chair next to her window. She unsnapped her gun holster, unhooked her handcuffs from her belt, and laid both items on her bedside table. Finally, she slipped off her heels before walking back down the stairs. She saw that Mick had taken her message to make himself at home to heart. He had turned on her seldom used television to watch the FIFA World Cup. He had removed his shoes and leather jacket and was standing in her kitchen wearing jeans and a open, white button-down shirt over an old, Rolling Stones concert tee. He was busy taking the Chinese takeout out of boxes and placing it on two plates.
"You really did make yourself at home," she chuckled as she walked up to him.
"Well I'm already accustomed to your kitchen," he retorted.
"True," she replied. "It's just kinda weird to see a guy so comfortable in my home."
"So when was the last time you saw a guy comfortable in your home?" He inquired curiously.
"Oh, you wanna have this talk," she laughed as she walked towards her refrigerator.
He stopped emptying the cartons of Chinese food and angled his body so that he could face her; unfortunately she was back on to him. "Only if you want to," he responded timidly. Honestly, there were a lot of things that he wanted to talk about with her but he didn't want to scare her off by being so serious so soon. He had tried to not be overly aggressive, both physically and emotionally, but he knew that he had slipped up more then a few times, and he was terrified that she was going to run for the hills at any moment. It was incredibly frustrating because he had never felt this way about a woman before. "My last serious relationship was over a year ago, a few months before I moved to the States," he offered.
"Mine was a while ago too. Before I joined the BAU," she elaborated. "So like almost five years ago now. Wow." She laughed grimly and grabbed two beers from her fridge. She placed one on the counter of the island in front of him but he didn't acknowledge it. She expected him to make some joke about how terrible American beer tasted in comparison to what he could get in Britain. When she looked at him, he was frowning. She didn't think she had ever seen him frown before; he was usually either smiling or grinning. "Something wrong?"
He shook his head. "No, I was just thinking about the last case we had," he lied.
She gave him an encouraging smile and gently bumped his shoulder with her own. "Let's not talk about work and go watch soccer or whatever," she said as she made her way into the living room with her beer and plate of Chinese food in hand.
He couldn't stop himself from smiling. "Emily," he sighed, "its football."
"Nope. I'm American; we call this," she pointed at her television, "soccer. American football is a real sport."
He laughed as he grabbed his own bottle of beer and plate and joined her on the couch. He wasn't going to waste his time sulking when she was in such a good mood. He wanted to have fun with her right now. The serious stuff would come with time, or at least he hoped so. He laid everything down on the coffee table and placed both of his hands dramatically over his heart. "Ouch, that hurt!"
She shrugged. "I'm sorry for hurting your feelings but it's true."
He shook his head in disagreement and chuckled. "You have a lot to learn Emily Prentiss."
She arched an elegant eyebrow. "Is that so?" She challenged.
He nodded and began to explain to her the finer points of football. She laughed at the majority of his statements and told him that he would have a more enthralled companion if he had this conversation with JJ.
Somehow, their conversation changed direction and he divulged the injuries that he had sustained thanks to a childhood and adolescence of football and rugby.
"So let me get this straight," she laughed. "You've broken your toes, six different fingers, your wrist, your nose…twice, and three ribs?"
"Yeah," he nodded. "Not to mention the number of times I've pulled muscles in my back and sprained my ankles. Luckily, I didn't sustain any serious injuries to my feet, knees, or hands." He held up both of his hands and winked suggestively. "Real injuries come from real sports."
"Yeah, whatever," she rolled her eyes. She took a sip from her beer and laid it down on her coffee table beside her empty dinner plate. "You're just trying to sound macho."
He laughed loudly. "Now why would I do that? I know that it's not going to impress you."
"You have no idea what impresses me," she replied seductively.
He leaned in closer towards her and responded, "Let me find out." He pressed his mouth against hers and prayed that she'd reciprocate. They hadn't discussed their morning make out session on her couch before her case in Idaho so he had no idea where they stood physically. But he hadn't been able to stop himself from kissing her any longer. They could only laugh and banter back and forth for so long before he felt overwhelmed. And with her hair pulled back into a ponytail her slender neck was on display and the black, long-sleeved shirt that she was wearing showed off her delicious cleavage. He was only a man after all.
He groaned when he felt her grab fistfuls of his hair and pulled him in closer. He was now practically lying on top of her. His tongue had just started to probe her mouth and one of her legs had just come up to wrap around his hips when the worst possible thing happened. A phone began to ring, his cell phone to be more specific. He felt like bursting into tears. He reluctantly pulled away from her and sat up. He took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair before he reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out his phone. His caller ID told him that it was Prophet.
"'Ello," he answered attempting to not sound frustrated and angry in case they were getting called in for a case.
"Hey Mick, did you watch Germany's match today? I think they have a good shot at the Cup."
He knew that he and Prophet talked football all the time and that he was bound to call to discuss today's matches but his friend had the worst timing in the world. "Prophet," he began incredulously. "You're calling to talk football? Now isn't a good time for me, and don't call me all weekend unless it's for a case."
"Um, yeah, sure…wait, are you with Emily?"
"Yes!"
"Oh!" Prophet chuckled and Mick rolled his eyes. "Sorry. Have fun."
"Sod off," he grumbled before he snapped his phone shut and stuffed it back into his pocket. He turned back to Emily and smiled. "Sorry about that."
"Don't worry about it," she replied. "As long as it's not a case." As she had watched him talk on the phone she had furiously chewed on her bottom lip and had thought about how disappointed she would be if he got called away on a case. She really liked him and she really wanted to sleep with him. He understood the nature of her work. He understood that she could be called to fly across the country at any moment and he understood that to her the job was so much more then a pay check. He understood that she felt just as comfortable in a random hotel room as she did in her own home. He understood that the team was so much more to her then just her colleagues. And when he used the phrase, 'I understand', he wasn't faking it like so many other men. He just got her and she had never anticipated that it would make her feel this good.
"So where were we?" He asked with a smirk.
"I was about to ask if you wanted to go upstairs," she smiled.
They had barely made it into her bedroom. It was frantic and passionate.
"Wow," Mick panted as he lay on his back on Emily's very comfortable bed.
"Yeah…wow," she agreed breathlessly. She was practically stunned into silence. A part of her had irrationally feared that Mick would be terrible in bed because he acted so arrogant, but he was anything but terrible. Sure, it had been a while since the last time that she had been with a man but she hadn't had sex that good in…well, ever. It had been incredible. She still felt like her whole body was on fire. She turned towards him and smiled, "I'll be right back." She pulled the thin, cream coloured sheet off of her bed and wrapped it around her body.
He watched with a smile on his face as she scurried into her bathroom. She could be so awkward and uncomfortable in her own skin at times and he found it to be rather endearing because it was a stark contrast to her normal sexy confidence. He grinned when she reappeared in the bedroom in a baggy t-shirt and small shorts. She had pulled her hair back into a ponytail since he had pulled out her hair tie during their rough foreplay. "Did you really have to put on clothes?" He asked chuckling.
"I don't like sleeping naked," she explained with a laugh.
He threw his head back and laughed heartily. "Somehow that doesn't surprise me but I love the thought of you sleeping naked." When she was close enough for him to reach, he pulled her down into his lap and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist. "I like your hair up," he commented casually.
"Yeah?" She answered simply as she absentmindedly fiddled with the ends of her hair while placing the other hand on his shoulder. His hair was even messier then usual and it looked boyishly cute. She trailed her hands down over his toned chest and arms. He was tall, lean, and well muscled with a light smattering of hair on his chest. He had a tattoo of a simple, five pointed star on his left upper arm and he still wore his dog tags. JJ had been right, he was totally her type. But what she found the most attractive about him was the playful sparkle in his eyes whenever he looked at her. No one had ever looked at her like that before.
"I like it down too, either or," he laughed. "You look beautiful regardless."
"Thanks," she replied quietly as she actually felt herself blush. "But you've already gotten me into bed so you don't have to say that," she said and she was only half joking.
He placed both of his hands on either side of her face and kissed her passionately. "I wanted to say it," he whispered.
She kissed him in return with just as much want. Afterwards, she brushed a hand through his hair as she said, "I should probably tell you now that you shouldn't spend the night."
His face fell immediately. "What? Why not?"
"Because I kick in my sleep," she laughed.
"Christ woman," he sighed in relief. "I thought that you were going to say that you had like another guy coming in later or something." He laughed to himself as he buried his face in the crook of her shoulder. "Who told you that you kick in your sleep?" He asked curiously.
"JJ," she answered. "We've been forced to share a bed on more then one occasion."
He couldn't help the obvious, naughty imagery from popping into his head. "That's hot," he snickered.
She snorted in disbelief. "God Mick, you're such a guy. Knock it off." She attempted to squirm out of his grasp but he held her firmly in place. "Let me go," she giggled.
"No," he laughed. He flipped her over onto her back and pinned her to the mattress. "But I am going to take these shorts off," he stated as he slipped both of his hands inside the shorts in question. He smirked down at her at his discovery that she wasn't wearing any underwear. "With what I have planned, you may as well just sleep naked tonight."
Mick awoke early the next morning. He had never been one for sleeping in. He usually got up early on Saturday mornings and went for a run or to the gym to workout. He liked to come back and shower, cook himself a little breakfast, and read the newspaper. But waking up next to Emily Prentiss on a Saturday morning was so much better. He had wrapped himself completely around her in his sleep which he found strange because he didn't normally spoon or cuddle women but his arm was around her waist and his head was resting against hers. He kissed her hair, which was down again, and began to gently stroke her abdomen. "Emily," he whispered. "Wake up."
She grunted sleepily in response and buried her face further into her pillow.
He chuckled and pushed her hair aside so that he could gain access to her neck. "Come on Prentiss, look alive," he said in between kisses.
"I wanna sleep in," she mumbled.
"And you're cranky in the mornings," he laughed.
She rolled over so that she could face him, or more importantly scowl at him. "I am not," she disagreed. "But its Saturday and I want to sleep."
"Sleep is so overrated," he grinned.
As she felt his hands skim over her hips, she began to come around to his way of thinking. Sleep is overrated.
After he had finally allowed her to go back to sleep, she awoke a measly hour and a half later to the smell of freshly brewed coffee. She rolled over so that she was facing the door to her bedroom and slowly opened her eyes. She smiled at Mick. He was standing in the doorway to her room in just his boxers with two cups of coffee in his hands. "Do you want some?" He asked smirking.
She simply nodded and sat up in her bed. He sat down beside her and handed her a coffee mug. "Thanks," she murmured.
They were engaged in their typical flirtatious banter over their morning after coffee when they heard the shrill, annoying ring of a cell phone. "Not again," Mick grumbled.
"Ugh, that one is mine," Emily groaned. She reached across him and grabbed her cell off of her nightstand. "Prentiss," she answered professionally.
"Hey Em."
Emily sighed, it was JJ and she knew by the grim and guilty edge to her voice that they had a case. "Where?"
"Colorado and we'll be in the mountains so pack accordingly."
"Okay, thanks Jayge. When are we coming in?" She asked as she sent Mick a regretful look.
"Hotch wants us to meet at the airstrip for this one in an hour."
"See you then." She closed her phone and sighed again. "I gotta go."
"Its okay, I get it," he replied.
She smiled because that's exactly what she had hoped he would say. She kissed him affectionately before she hopped out of bed and made her way into the bathroom. Her exuberant, Mick-induced haze quickly faded when she got a good look at herself in the mirror. "Mick!" She shrieked. "Fuck you!"
He walked up behind her laughing. "You've already done that four times love, but if you wanna go again…"
She spun around quickly and narrowed her eyes at him. "I have to go to work now with a huge fucking hickey on my neck thanks to you!"
"You have makeup," he shrugged. She continued to stare at him angrily and he imagined that what she was currently giving him was her best interrogation face. "Okay, I'm sorry," he caved. "I couldn't help myself and besides you scratched the hell out of my back, sounds fair to me."
She pushed on his chest rather forcefully. "Out of my bathroom. I have to get ready for work."
He laughed to himself as he collected his clothes from her bedroom floor. He folded them neatly and laid them in a pile, not bothering to get redressed yet. He sat on the edge of her bed, drinking his coffee, while he waited for her to emerge from the bathroom. When she finally came out, in just a towel, she still looked very unpleasant. She disappeared into her walk-in closet and he followed her. "So you'll call me when you get back to the hotel for the night?"
"Yeah, sure," she murmured as she perused her closet for clothes to pack in her go bag.
He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her back against his bare chest. "I'm sorry," he whispered in ear. He placed a hand under her chin and turned her head so that he could kiss her.
She hated that she wanted to stay mad at him but couldn't. "It's fine; it's not the first time I've had to cover up a hickey. I have makeup and this blue pullover that has a collar that covers my neck."
"Is there any way that I can help you get ready any quicker? Ya know, besides putting my clothes on so that you're not distracted," he grinned.
"Actually yes," she answered. "You can grab my go bag from the laundry room and my hiking boots from the closet downstairs."
He sighed playfully, "I am whipped already. Yes, I will get those things for you."
"Thanks," she smiled teasingly before she gave him a quick kiss.
He retrieved her bag and boots like she had asked and then redressed before going downstairs to wait for her to finish getting ready. He grabbed a banana from the bowl of fruit in her kitchen and poured himself a second cup of coffee for the morning. He grinned to himself when she came down the stairs fully dressed with her go bag in hand and her gun on her hip. She was wearing black slacks and a grey, button-up shirt. Her hair was down and straightened, and it effectively covered the hickey that he had given her. "Why do you always look so good?" He asked with a laugh.
"I didn't realize that I do," she responded with a laugh of her own as she came to stand beside him in her kitchen. She decided to grab a banana so that she could eat it on the plane later.
"You do." He slipped a hand into the back pocket of her pants and waggled his eyebrows playfully. "Too bad you have a case."
She nodded in agreement and checked her watch. "I gotta go!" She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hungrily. "I'll call you," she said after she finished making that humming sound that she always made when they made out that drove him crazy.
He was so taken aback by the kiss that he barely managed to catch what she was saying as she hurried out the door. She had yelled something about how he could stay as long as he wanted and to remember to lock the door on his way out. He leaned on the counter of the island and took a deep breath. That woman had the potential to really do a number on him.
A/N: Review please! Your thoughts mean the world to me. And remember to vote for me in the Criminal Minds fanfiction Awards! I am nominated twice, for this story and for a JJ-centric oneshot called The Gatekeeper. Check it out! :)
