A/N

I'm sorry I left you hanging; I was struck with a case of poor self-confidence because oh God. I don't know why I keep thinking I can write hetero stuff, it's so hard! Then I thought about abandoning it, and then I thought, gee, that's comforting, when I run into difficulties with one fic, I temporarily abandon it for another fic that I can't sort out either. What kind of a writer does that? Not one who ever wants to be taken seriously, that's for sure. Not that this is either good or serious, but you know… :P

Also, while the previous chapter was heavily dialogue-based, this part will be more narrative. I don't know why that happened. I guess they didn't feel too chatty.

Thank you everyone for your sweet and funny reviews (Derex - condom brand - I love it!) and PMs. And an extra shout-out to those who's been inspired to write more Blake fics; I love you guys!

Okay, let's do this.

For about five minutes they drove in complete silence, both preoccupied with their own thoughts. Morgan pondered his newfound admiration for the woman next to him - keeping both an affair with the boss and a divorce secret from the best profilers in the world took some skills, but those skills also took a toll on the person who possessed them. No wonder Blake was a private person, with those secrets to keep.

Blake on the other hand thought about how strange it was that she'd open up to Morgan, of all people. When she first started on the team she had more or less dismissed him as a boyish tough guy who liked to joke around but had no substance. Now she had to reconsider her profile, and she hadn't had to do that in a long time. It was difficult. She didn't like to see herself as a prejudiced person, but over time she had to admit that it had gotten way too easy to just smack a label on other people and dismiss them rather than having to deal with yourself and why you labelled others. So this bitter, closed-off cynic who apparently gave the impression that she didn't like anyone, was what had become of the idealistic, hardworking and deeply empathetic young woman who had once joined the Bureau. That was just sad, and she decided right away to pull herself together and work on making a different impression on the people around her.

Morgan interrupted her train of thought.

"This road never ends," he said. "If the ditches weren't so deep I would drive into the field and turn the car around there."

The fields, that gave her an idea.

"Stop the car."

"Why?"

"Just stop the car."

"You do enjoy telling people what to do, right?" he said, but his tone was soft, and Blake was immediately reminded of her decision to try and make peace rather than creating tension and conflict.

"Sorry. I was just thinking, if I go into the open field I might get a cell phone signal."

"That's actually not a bad idea," he said and hit the brakes.

Blake cocked her head to the side.

"Actually not a bad idea? Are my ideas usually bad?"

This was her being playful, as playful as she dared to get anyway, and he picked up on that and responded in an equally playful manner.

"I wouldn't know, you don't usually share them with me."

She let out a quick laugh as she yanked the door open and stepped outside. The air was so humid and hot, almost sticky, she immediately began to sweat. Although her jacket was still in the car - the wonderfully air-conditioned car - and her sleeves were rolled up, she was still unpleasantly warm. She unbuttoned another two buttons of her flimsy dark blue blouse, but that didn't do anything to cool her off. It probably wouldn't help to keep standing near her hot colleague either, she thought and crossed the ditch in with less than elegant jump - high heels weren't very practical out here, but it wasn't like she had planned on venturing into some third rate parkour - and continued out into the open field with her eyes glued to the phone. A slow but loud rumble rolled across the sky and she sent a brief glance upwards before looking back at the device in her hand. So there was a thunderstorm going on. That might well explain her odd mood. She was extremely sensitive to the weather.

Back up at the road, Morgan too had gotten out, wincing at the humid heat as he did. He leaned back against the car with his arms crossed over his chest, watching Blake wandering around in the tall grass. Unbidden, his mind kept serving him images of her in bed with Erin Strauss and he felt a sudden yet powerful pang of jealousy that he tried to push away along with those inappropriate images. Blake was probably not interested in another workplace romance again, not after what happened the last time. Unfortunately, that didn't keep his dirty mind from wondering what she was like in bed. The soft, slightly husky quality of her voice made him wonder if she was a screamer or a moaner. He wondered what it would feel like to put his hand into one of the pack pockets of her tight jeans and cup her ass.

"Aw, man."

He shook his head at his own imagination, then stared up at the threatening skies in an attempt to stop his thoughts in their tracks, before they got him into trouble.

When he turned his stare back towards the fields, his colleague was nowhere to be seen.

"Blake!" he called out and didn't wait for an answer; he just leapt across the ditch and ran into the field in the direction he had last seen her. The tall grass whipped against his legs as the thunder muttered again. He barely had time to stop before he fell on top of her. She was on her hands and knees on the ground, and he immediately hunkered down.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, I just stumbled on something," she replied. "But I dropped the phone and now I can't find it, so watch your step." She blew her hair out of her face and sighed; "God, I'm hot."

He was staring down her cleavage - not on purpose, but she was on all fours and her blouse wasn't buttoned all the way up - and couldn't agree more with her statement. If he didn't get his thoughts under control soon she would notice the inevitable evidence of his interest.

More thunder let itself be heard, this time crashing rather than muttering, and the clouds almost seemed to hold their breath for a moment before the first drops of rain started to fall. Its coldness came as a shock to Morgan's overheated skin.

"Shit," he said. "Come on, we've gotta get back to the car before we get soaked."

She didn't reply, she just kept looking for the phone. The rain increased, whispering as it hit the grass around them.

"God damnit Blake," he began, but she interrupted him.

"There it is. Okay." She stood and looked around as if she hadn't noticed the rain until now. Thunder roared again, much louder this time. They both jumped a little at the sudden sound.

"I may be a city kid, but even I know it's a bad idea to stand in the middle of an open field during a thunderstorm," Morgan said and put a hand on her shoulder. "Come on. The barn is closer," he continued, and his free hand pointed in the direction of a barn that looked about as abandoned as anything else out here. Blake nodded in agreement and the two laughably mismatched agents made a beeline through the hip-tall grass, as cold rain poured down in a suspicious attempt to drown them.

The barn was full of hay, and the dusty air was thick with the sweet, musty scent. It mixed surprisingly well with Blake's expensive perfume, and Morgan took a couple of steps away from her before more inappropriate mental images of her presented themselves in his mind. When he thought he had put a decent distance between them he made the mistake of turning around and looking at her.

She was right in the middle of combing her wet hair back from her face with both hands, and as she did, her wet blouse smeared against her body, leaving her unintentionally showing off every curve and line of her torso. He tried to look away, but his eyes were fixated on her beautifully rounded breasts. Her nipples were clearly visible through the fabric, and this was the final straw for him; he was starting to get an erection. Blake caught his eye and he must have had an odd look on his face because she said, in a genuinely innocent voice;

"What?"

"Nothing, I…"

Her eyes wandered down and widened slightly in surprise. He knew that she saw his physical arousal, and that was probably not a good thing.

"I'm sorry," he said, feeling his face heat. "I, uh," he hadn't been embarrassed by an erection since he was in high school. "Can't help it."

"As shocking as it may sound, I have seen men with an erection before," Blake replied, trying and failing to keep her facial features in check. She smiled, a smile that couldn't quite decide whether to be amused or smug, but regardless of its nature, it took years off her face. She had been surprised, to say the least, but she recovered quickly.

Instead of approaching her, taking advantage of the situation even the slightest, Morgan turned his back to her and headed for the door. Blake's smile gave way for a frown. She was both disappointed and concerned.

"You're not going back out there, are you?"

"I'm just gonna cool myself down."

She licked her lips as she weighed the pros and cons of giving in to her attraction, and then decided that she didn't care what happened next. If he was to reject her, she knew now that it had nothing to do with her, and everything to do with him being responsible. She hoped he wasn't going to be too responsible. She took the leap.

"Derek, what I think you should do, is come over here and help me get out of these wet clothes."

"So here you are, telling me what to do again," he said, trying to find his normal light, joking tone, but wasn't sure if he did. He was way too shook-up by how quickly things could escalate. Blake smiled again.

"Actually, I'm asking. But I'm not in the habit of begging," she said and walked towards him slowly, almost catlike. "Though if you need me to, I will. Once. Please Derek, will you have sex with me, right here, right now?"

He might have been able to tell her no if it hadn't been for the look in her eyes. She was every bit as aroused as he was, if not more. So instead of going outside, he turned back to her. He chuckled, and as he did, his embarrassment was melting away, soon to be replaced by his usual easygoing confidence.

"That would be my pleasure."

"Mmm," she said and put a hand on his shoulder. "But I fear the pleasure will be all mine."

He raised his eyebrows.

"Let's find out," he said and kissed her. He didn't want to admit that he had fantasised about kissing her before (although he had), but actually doing it was even better. She was one hell of a kisser and once she had shed her initial strictness she didn't seem to be shy or withdrawn at all.

He touched her neck with a steady hand and felt her rapid pulse as hot blood rushed through her veins. So Blake was not cold after all, not unfeeling; she was shivering on the brink of her self-control and he wanted to see her lose it. No. He wanted to feel her lose it. Preferably with her legs wrapped around him. The thought forced him to pull back a little lest he'd lose control first. Blake shot him a frustrated glare, as if she believed he was having second thoughts.

"Easy," he said breathlessly. "Or this will be over sooner than either of us want it to."

"Oh," she replied and licked her lips. "Sorry. It's been a while."

"Mhm," he hummed and ran his hand down her side, feeling her body heat through the soaked blouse. "How do you like it, Alex? Slow and gentle…?"

She whimpered. There was almost pain in that sound, as if he was torturing her by suggesting they would take their time. He was only teasing; he wouldn't have been able to drag this out for very long even if he wanted to.

He kissed her again, sneaking his hands around her waist and down into her back pockets. She was every bit as firm to the touch as he had imagined.

She put her arms around his neck and pressed herself against the swelling below his belt. Oh, how she wanted to feel him inside her. She pulled his soggy T-shirt over his head and he reluctantly had to remove his hands from her pockets to get out of it.

As the coldness of the downpour was met by their rising body heat, trails of steam rose from their bodies as they moved, and for some reason this made the whole thing seem surreal, like something out of a movie you watched once while having a high fever.

He unbuttoned her blouse, then opened it and revealed a lace bra.

"Oh, I like that," he said.

"Surprised?" she exhaled and traced her fingers down his muscular stomach.

"A little."

So was she, to be honest. Usually she settled for simpler, more comfortable underwear when she was working, but for some reason, be it fate or luck, she had decided to wear something sexy today.

There was a washed-out rug in one of the corners, or perhaps it was a horse blanket, but whatever its main purpose it looked clean enough, and Morgan carelessly threw it onto the pile of hay before picking her up, carrying her a few steps, and putting her down on it. As slender as she was, he was still surprised by how little she weighed. But she was strong. Very strong, indeed. She pulled him down on top of her with so much force he would have had to struggle to pull free… if he had wanted to, of course. Which he didn't.

"Fuck me," she whispered in his ear.

"You keep telling me what to do," he remarked.

"I'm sorry. Will you please f-"

She didn't get any further before he began to fill her, and the rest of her words drowned in a moaning sigh of intense pleasure. As he steadied himself on both hands against the hay under them and thrust his hips forward, Blake came in the fastest orgasm of her entire sexual history. If she had been a one-orgasm-girl that would have been more than a little disappointing, but she wasn't, so this was a good thing. Now that her immediate need had been satisfied she could focus on playing the game for a while, driving her lover crazy with her techniques and building up to a hopefully mutual orgasm. That she was good at. Making her lovers come with her.

Morgan had never considered experience to make such a vast difference. It wasn't like he usually had sex with virgins, but a lot of his previous dates had a tendency to expect him to do all the work. They could be seductive as hell before getting into bed, but once they were in bed they had already played their cards and became quite uninspired… and uninspiring. Blake on the other hand wasn't what you'd consider a temptress in any way, but damn, she knew what she was doing and she did it well. Not once but twice when she sensed he was on the verge, she held back, slowed down, and prolonged the act until he was in a state of near-agonising pleasure.

He might have held out maybe another minute if Blake hadn't moaned;

"I'm coming… please come with me," and her breath was hot against his neck, her lips swollen and wet from kissing and biting. The look on her face was a perfect mirror of how he felt - a powder keg of pleasure so immense it bordered on torture - but it was her voice that was the match that set off the explosion. Breathy, husky, thick with raw emotion.

He did come with her, in a powerful, exhausting climax that shook both their bodies to the core, before collapsing together in a sweaty heap. Blake, still wrapped around him with both arms and legs, enjoyed the weight of a well-sculptured, handsome man on top of her, but he did press her deeper into the hay. The blanket had slid down during the activities and the hay scratched against her naked back, leaving tiny cuts and scratches on her previously flawless skin. She hadn't even noticed it while they were in the throes of passion.

"Ow," she muttered when she couldn't take it any longer. Morgan immediately rolled off her and gave her a worried look.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No, it's the hay. Ow, damnit."

She struggled to sit up, which wasn't easy. She was aching all over, though in the most pleasant of ways. Morgan helped her, with a smug smile plastered on his handsome face, and handed her her clothes before he started to dress himself.

"I guess it's a good thing they left the blanket."

"Tell that to my back, it was never on the blanket," Blake replied and winced as she put on her bra. "Could you take a look?"

Morgan gently ran his fingertips down her spine, causing her to shiver.

"I'm looking at it right now. Do you want me to take a look at your front too?"

"Nice try, big guy, but I'm too out of breath to get naughty again right now," she laughed and slapped his hand away. He laughed too.

"You have some hay cuts on your shoulder blades, and a mild rash around those cuts, but that's all. If you had told me it hurt we could have switched places."

"Oh Derek, don't get me all worked up again," she replied, but her eyes gleamed as if she very much wanted him to get her worked up again. "We should probably get going before anyone finds us in this compromising position."

"You might be right about that," he said and buckled his belt. Blake looked around for her cell phone, which had accidentally slid out of her pocket and was on the ground next to the hay. When she picked it up she noticed two things. One was that there was a signal here. A vague and wavering one, but still. The other…

"Oh, no," she mouthed as a chilly sensation of horror spread throughout her body and a deep blush climbed up her neck and into her face. "Please no…" She tapped the phone a couple of times and swallowed hard. "Oh God. It… dialled Hotch's number. And there is a twenty seconds long call made. Oh my God."

"You're not telling me Hotch listened to us having sex?" Morgan said. "Please tell me that's not what you're telling me."

Blake's phone went off in her hand and for a moment she was frozen, unable to answer the incoming call, but eventually she forced herself to.

"Blake."

"You and Morgan are the luckiest agents on this team, not because of what you just did, but because Hotch forgot his phone so I was the one who picked it up," Rossi's very amused voice spoke in her ear. "If you have finished your urgent business by now, you're about a ten minute's drive from the crime scene, so I suggest you keep going."

"H-how… how do you know where we are…?" she stuttered.

"Alex, all of the FBI cars have tracking devices. I had Garcia check your position," he said, almost sighing the words. "Put your clothes on and keep going, and we'll never speak of this again."

"Right," she muttered and hung up. "The bad news are that someone did hear us. The good news are that it was Rossi."

Morgan visibly relaxed and threw his head back.

"Oh thank you God."

"We are also about ten minutes from the crime scene, so we're on the right road after all."

"I hate to tell you I told you so, but..."

Blake raised her eyebrows.

"I dare you to finish that sentence."

He shut his mouth. Not because he didn't dare, but because he thought he'd enjoy teasing her a little bit later.

Once they were both dressed again, and Blake had done what she could to tame her messy hair, Morgan opened the door. It had stopped raining, and the thunder had passed while they were busy relieving their own tension. The air felt several degrees cooler and much easier to breathe.

"Ladies first."

"So you can check out my ass, huh?" Blake replied. Morgan nodded with a very serious look on his face.

"Exactly."

"You're a very naughty boy, you know that."

"I didn't hear any complaints earlier."

She shook her head.

"That wasn't a complaint."

While he was struggling to find a response, she merely winked and walked past him through the door.

As they made their way back through the field, both wondered what would happen next. It was Morgan who finally broke the silence.

"Am I a rebound to you? Because if I am, that's fine, but…"

"I was hoping for a little bit more than that," Blake replied, dragging on her response. "But let's not hurry and give a lot of promises. I quite like living on my own, and I won't die if I never wear a wedding band again."

Morgan felt relieved. A woman after his own taste, and she had been right in front of him for half a year without him even realising.

"How's your back?" he asked as he noticed her trying to scratch at the hay cuts.

"Itchy. I want to retract my statement about promises. I want you to promise me one thing."

"What's that, beautiful?"

"Next time, we do it in a bed. With soft sheets. Satin sheets, preferably."

He chuckled and put an arm loosely around her waist.

"Now that is a deal I'm happy to make."

A/N

Yeah, the characters weren't too chatty, but the author is. Sorry for butting in again. Just wanted to mention that you do get pretty nasty cuts and scratches from hay (I know that first hand), so don't attempt to do the "sex in the hay" thing in real life. Also, no farmer would forgive you. And come on, don't fuck in the animals' food, guys! It's not a very nice thing to do.

That was my disclaimer. Yeah. This was a weird fic. O_o