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Two hours later Morgan sat at the counter pondering whether he should go home or try another club. The girls he had met earlier had been a little too crazy for his taste… or maybe he was just too tired after the case they had solved two days ago… or maybe part of his brain was still with Prentiss wondering where she was and if she had ended luckier than him. At the moment that thought crossed his mind, he saw her walking down one of the huge staircases the club was famous for.
She really had killer legs he conceded as he watched her progress towards the lower floor. It was weird to see her dressed like that. Strangely to him Emily had always been one of the guys, somehow less female than J.J. or Garcia or even Reid… She never hesitated to pull out her gun and go for it when a case requested it. She wasn't afraid to get dirty, she didn't mind to tackle someone stronger than her. She was like Hotch or him… And suddenly tonight he realized how stupid that concept was. With a little make-up and a dress there was no doubt that Emily Prentiss was indeed a gal. And a very beautiful one at that…
He pushed from the bar and walked decidedly towards her. She hadn't seen him and seemed to be heading towards the exit. With the loud music it would be pointless to call after her, so he sped up and caught her arm. Prentiss turned around with a frown that was quickly replaced by a smile when she recognized him.
"Are you going home?" He yelled to cover the music.
"Yes, it's a little too…" The rest of her answer got lost in the deafening beat of the song that had just started.
He shook his head to tell he hadn't got her answer and led the young woman to an adjoining lounge which seemed a tad quieter.
"Oh my Gosh I think I just lost part of my hearing with all that noise." She chuckled as she let herself fall on a nearby sofa. "My ears are still buzzing. I'm getting too old for places like that."
"Nonsense." He said as he lounged next to her. Her make-up was slightly smudged and she looked so very different from the colleague he loved to work with. "So you're all alone… Have you at least met nice people?"
"I could ask you the same." She smirked at him. "I certainly wouldn't have expected to find you by yourself. I noticed the two gals who eyed you when we entered… I'm surprised they didn't go for the kill."
It was his turn to laugh.
"Oh they definitely did, but I wasn't up for a threesome tonight." He confessed with a wink. "I took their number and promised to call, but I doubt they will remember who I was by tomorrow morning. And you?"
"I met some interesting guys… and others." She admitted with a grin. "One was actually very nice and we had several drinks before he got called away… I'm not sure if it was work related or if his wife or girlfriend was checking on him."
"But he gave you his number…"
"Of course and I could have had more if I had wanted. And there was this other guy who chatted me up a little later. He was quite cute but I realized I wasn't really into sloppy kisses and wandering hands so I left him standing there." Her hand rose as she pointed to no precise direction to show the upper floors.
He couldn't have told if it had to do with what Prentiss had just said or with the way she looked basically lying next to him but within a second his mouth was on hers. A jolt of electricity ran through him when their lips touched and he immediately broke contact. His action as well as the sensation it elicited had been unexpected. His eyes were glued on hers to see how she would react to his spur-of-the-moment kiss.
For an instant they seemed both frozen into place, the people and music surrounding them completely forgotten. Emily's face slowly moved closer to his and in a second he was back at kissing her. If anyone had told him earlier that they would end the day making out on a couch in a well-known club, he would probably have laughed and dismissed the idea.
There were two things he had always been sure about Emily Prentiss, she was a great partner and he wasn't attracted to her. Now he had to admit that one of these certainties had just flown out of the window.
He deepened the kiss when they moved on the couch to find a more comfortable position. His hand framed her face and his tongue delved deeper into her mouth. He was half-lying on her, his leg between hers. She tasted amazing and he wanted more. Her hands grabbed his shoulders to draw him even closer. He pressed his body into hers and her whimper brought his sanity back if only for a moment. They were in a club and even if the people didn't seem to notice what they were doing, it was highly inappropriate and not to mention dangerous to continue.
"Emily…" He finally managed to say as he broke the kiss. "I think we should stop…"
The brunette in his arms kept her eyes closed and sighed as if she had expected him to say that. She freed him from her embrace and nodded in agreement. When she opened her eyes again, Morgan was standing next to her, his hand extended for her to take. She accepted the offer with a little smile and he quickly guided her out of the club towards his car. She didn't want to think about what had just happened. Not now when he was still so close… It had been mind-blowing and her senses were reeling.
His ears were still ringing and he guessed that the loud music was only partially to blame. The pretty brunette next to him had made him lose his mind for a moment. He nervously licked his lips, still tasting her on them. He had been thrown out of balance, never expecting his heated reaction to her closeness.
Despite what many thought that was not something that happened very often. He had had his fair share with the ladies, but he wasn't a collector. He needed a connection, he needed to be touched. Sex for the fun of it was something from his teens and early twenties. Now he needed more… And with Emily there definitely was a deeper bond and he had barely been able to stop. His body was on fire, throbbing almost painfully and he was so very glad to wear baggy pants.
They finally reached his car and he drove them in silence to her apartment. Regularly he felt her eyes fall on him but she never said a word. He wondered if she was as confused as he was. One thing was sure; he wanted, needed more however unreasonable that was. But that would mean he had to break the one rule he had lived by until then.
'Never sleep with a friend'…
And Emily Prentiss just happened to be one of his very best female friends… not to say the best.
Emily stole another quick glance at the man next to her. Morgan hadn't said a word since they had left the club. She couldn't help wondering whether he was regretting what had happened between them. Of course he had started it, but she had been more than willing to continue. That evening was typical for her. She usually always managed to ruin her dates and this time she hadn't even technically been on one, but the result was nonetheless demoralizing.
She shouldn't have agreed to go out with him, now they were in this awkward place where none of them knew what else to say. She just hoped it wouldn't hurt their friendship. The air in the car was just vibrating with tension. The fact that she still wanted to rip his clothes away certainly didn't help. Their interrupted tangle had made her reach a new level of sexual frustration. She looked through the window and recognized the small newsstand at the corner of her building. At least she would be home soon. And she sure hoped she had stashed enough batteries for her vibrator.
Morgan parked the car close to the entrance and turned to look at her with a half-smile. On the way he had decided to follow the advice he had given Prentiss just hours before. He would not over think and simply go with it. If Emily wanted him to stop, he would however hard that proved to be. She smiled back and seemed to relax a little, but they both remained silent. When his lips ended on hers again, he was almost as surprised as she was. They had imperceptibly moved closer, once more ready to forget everything but each other.
