Derek Morgan was many things. He was a friend. A brother. A son. An Agent. But he was also notoriously a player. This is the story of how he changed.
It all started after Emily, his best friend and work partner, moved to London. Derek transferred to temporary duty with the Scotland Yard to help her settle in. He just carried the last of the heavy boxes up to her penthouse apartment.
"Em, really? The penthouse? You couldn't even keep the movers for the boxes?" He panted. Derek was always fit. He prided himself on the shape of his body, but 24 flights of stairs with two boxes full of old books could kill anyone.
Emily gave him a crooked smile, "What? Big, bad Derek Morgan can't handle a couple of boxes?" Emily always found joy in giving him shit. It was the way the two showed their deep friendship. "Go take a shower. You're literally making my whole apartment smell like sweat." Emily turned back to the box and continued carefully placing books on shelves.
"What you don't like my natural musk?" He asked giving her his usual charm. "Maybe you won't mind once you smell this bad."
"I would never!" Emily laughed, faking scandalization. Derek snuck up behind her, wrapping her in his strong arms. He began wiping his forehead all over the back of her shirt. Emily howled in laughter, though she still tried to pry herself away from him. "Derek! This shirt cost more than one month of your salary!" She laughed as she finally pulled herself free. But she kept going, the inertia of her struggle making her nearly hit the floor. A strong arm caught hers just in time.
Derek pulled her flush against him. "Careful princess. Don't you think you've had enough head injuries?" He asked chuckling.
Emily gasped when he pulled her body to his. Though she thought she hid it well. Emily laughed along with Morgan's joke. But she couldn't help the way her eyes flicked between his eyes and his lips.
Derek noticed. He knew, undoubtedly that Emily Prentiss was a beautiful woman. He never thought he'd be in this position: Emily pressed against him, breathing nearly as heavy as he was. He saw the way her eyes lingered around his lips. He knew he was playing with fire, but he couldn't help himself. He brought a hand up and wrapped it around Emily's neck, his fingers intertwining with soft brown locks of hair. He used his leverage to pull Emily to his lips. At first the kiss was timid, exploratory. But soon it heated up. Emily bit his bottom lip, begging silently for more. Morgan was happy to comply. His tongue entered her mouth and they fought for dominance. Emily was never one to back down easily.
Derek slowly pulled away from her lips to allow both to breathe. But he was far from done. He kissed down her jaw. He nipped at the curve between her sharp jaw and her soft neck. He smelt the intoxicating scent of her floral perfume. He found a spot on her neck that made her whimper. She stretched her neck and wrapped her hand around his head to both ask for more and stop him from moving away from that spot. His disobeyed the silent plea. He kissed further down her neck before nipping at the hallow of her collarbone. He licked his way back up to the spot that drove her wild.
Emily whimpered underneath him. He pushed her back towards the couch. She sat quickly when the back of her knees hit the edge, then she pulled him down with her, so that he was pressed against her. Morgan brought a strong hand to the bottom of her shirt before slowly slipping his hand underneath the soft fabric. He crept his hand further up, loving the way her muscle twitch underneath his light touch. His thumb was rubbing the bottom of her bra. Emily was squirming beneath him. "Derek," she gasped, "Please," Emily begged.
"Please, what?" He taunted back. He never thought Emily would melt under him so easily.
"Touch me." She whispered in his ear, sending shivers down his spine.
He pulled his hand away and Emily whined, he smirked to himself. Emily Prentiss just whined underneath him. He pulled back and made quick work of the buttons on the front of her blouse. Emily leaded forward so he could slide it off. Morgan took the opportunity the quickly unclasp her bra. Morgan wasted no time pulling one pert nipple into his mouth. He heard Emily take a sharp inhale of breath above him. He used a hand to mirror the actions his tongue and mouth were making. He could feel Emily's hips gyrating beneath him, begging for something, anything to ease the pulsing built up in her core. Derek noticed and his pelvis ground into hers. Derek watched her throw her head back against the arm of the couch.
Emily could feel his hard, and impressive, member grind into her. But she received no further pleasure. As soon as he was there, he was gone again. She groaned at the frustration he was working deep within her. "Derek, fuck, please baby. Fuck me. I need it. Please." Emily usually was not one to beg, but Morgan denial was getting cruel. Emily felt Derek kiss his way between her chest, working his way lower. He stopped to undo the button and zipper on her light jeans. He placed a kiss on the top of Emily's lace underwear. He helped Emily work her way out of the tight jeans. He took in the sight of her: naked, except for a black, lace thong. He swallowed and felt his cock twitch. He kissed Emily's inner thigh, starting from her knee and working his way up. He passed over where he knew Emily wanted him most, before repeating the action on the other leg. When he finally settled on the floor, between his partner's legs, he saw how soaked her thong was. He took only a moment to savor it the sight before the need to taste her overtook his desire to drive her crazy. He pulled the small garment away from the brunette's core. He leant forward and inhaled deeply. He placed a soft kiss against her swollen clit. Emily's hips bucked up. "Derek, I swear to god, if you don't make me cum, I will." The strong man needed no further encouragement. He licked slowly against her clit. He slowly increased the pace, Emily's leg widened of their own accord. He slipped a finger into her and she threw her head back, gasping. One hand gripping the back of Morgan's head, keeping him in place. The other gripping tightly on the back of the couch. He added a second finger and worked her faster.
Soon he saw Emily shaking beneath him. Suddenly, Emily sat up pushing his head away, "Not like this, I want to come with you inside me."
Derek's mouth went dry, the way she talked like this made his trapped dick beg for something, anything. She pulled his lips to hers, moaning at the taste of herself on him. This kiss was faster, sloppier, the need for release taking over both of them. Emily stood, pulling Morgan with her. She quickly stripped him of his clothes. Her hand going down to stroke the large cock of her partner, her friend. A sudden wave of panic set in, but Derek kissed that spot on her neck again, and any fear melted away. She turned him and made him sit on the couch. She straddled him, teasing the tip of his dick against her wet center. They both moaned together as Emily let the tip slip into her wet heat. She slowly let herself engulf him. At the last second, his hips bucked unwillingly, forcing himself all the way inside her. Morgan moaned, throwing his head back.
"Oh shit, yes. Fuck." Emily panted above him.
"Em, I don't- I… condoms." He gasped out, the pleasure making his thinking impaired.
"Birth control." Was all Emily had as an answer before she started to ride him. Emily worked herself up and down his thick member, feeling the coil low in her stomach start to tighten.
Morgan felt her pussy suddenly tighten around him. He groaned, "I'm not gonna last long." He panted out at her. He brought his thumb to rub her clit in circles as she rode him, her pace increasing.
Emily threw her head back, arching her back. The slight shift in position made his dick hit a spot inside her she never knew could be this pleasurable. Suddenly she was falling off the edge. Her orgasm spread through her body, heating every part of her.
Morgan watched Emily come undone before him. He felt her core flutter around him, he saw her legs shake as she screamed his name. Morgan pumped into her a few more times and fell over the edge, spilling himself inside her. Both panting for breath Emily let her body fall against his. They both waited a moment to catch their breath before Emily stood off him to shaky legs, the sudden loss of him making her shiver.
The buzzer for the front door went off. Emily widened her eyes at Derek, "Penelope! Shit I forgot that was today. Fuck!" Emily and Derek frantically tried to dress. Somewhere in the chaos, Emily had buzzed their friend up. Emily frantically looked for her underwear. She glared at Morgan. "Where are they?" She growled through her teeth.
Derek pulled the small fabric out of his back pocket and gave a shrug of the shoulders, "I wanted a souvenir?" He smirked hopefully. Emily snatched it out of her hand before quickly pulling the rest of her clothes on. She just finished buttoning her pants when there was an excited knock at the door.
Emily through the door open, "Pen! I'm so glad you came!" Emily wasn't lying, she loved having her friend there. She just had shit timing.
Morgan had been able to start his stay much earlier due to his temporary post, but Pen was just on a vacation. Penelope let Emily out of the bone-crushing hug, "Oh, Emily let me look at you!" The blond took in her friend's appearance. Her hair was a mess, a far cry from her usually perfect locks. Her face was flushed, and when she thought about it so was her chest. As she moved her way down, she noticed Emily skipped a button on her shirt, causing the bottom half to be one button above where it should be. If she hadn't known any better, she would have thought Emily had a 'Just Fucked' look. Something inside of Penelope clicked and she looked between Her two friends, as she looked back and forth her mouth formed an 'o' shape. She gasped, "You guys totally just fucked! Like just now! Like ew but also tell me everything!"
The flush that was previously leaving Emily's pale skin came back with a force. She turned bright red. She averted eye contact with the visibly excited blond, instead she decided to glare at Morgan. "Hey! Don't look at me like that! You started it!" Emily gave him a warning look. "Which we can talk about later," he stopped as he saw the deadly glare he got, "Penelope we really need you to not tell ANYONE." Garcia moved to argue. "It's not up for discussion baby girl. I know it's hard, but do not tell anyone, please? For me?"
Garcia thought for a moment before a wicked smile spread across her lips. "I can keep your secret, if" she turned her attention to Emily "you give me details," she looked back to Morgan, "And you promise a future favor. Deal?"
Both replied at the same time, "Deal"