Thanks for all the nice reviews, they are always welcome. This chapter is rather short and I'm sorry about it. But it just feels right to stop it where I did. I'm currently a little stuck in chapter 6, but nothing to worry about (I just like my smut to feel right and something is missing so far).

One thing, this fic won't deal with the BAU and the rest of the team. It will probably (close to certainly) be addressed in the next stories.

So things are steaming up here, I hope you will like. And yadi yada don't like, don't read. If you liked, thanks to leave me a little review.

Disclaimer: don't own anything CM and only do this for entertainment purposes.


Emily's hands anchored behind his neck as their kiss intensified. Morgan resolutely grabbed her by the waist and sat her astride his lap. The new position made them both moan and she settled her crotch firmly against his. The hard-on he had been fighting since their petting session at the club became that much harder. Emily's weight on him as well as her heated kisses was making his blood rush down south. It was going way too fast. Like minutes before in the club, they seemed to be losing control as soon as their bodies touched. It had been years since he had last used his car for a quickie and he certainly didn't feel like going down that road. He wanted to taste her slowly and thoroughly. And a car just wouldn't do… but it was so damn hard to stop.

His hand moved from her hip to her back, slowly caressing her. She pressed her pelvis harder against him as she took over the kiss, pushing her tongue almost aggressively into his mouth. His fingers tensed on the strap of her dress as he let her have her way. His other hand rested on her thigh for a moment, before shoving the hem of the dress aside and settling on her butt. When it touched only naked skin, he frowned and pushed slightly away from her breaking their kiss. When his hands had roamed freely on her body, he had wondered why her dress felt so stiff. Now he could see it had nothing to do with the fabric. He slid the strap away and stared at her.

"Like what you see?" She playfully wondered as she kissed him lightly on the lips.

"What is not to like?" He finally managed to gulp as he looked intently at what he could make out of the black corset she was wearing beneath her dress. So it seemed that no-nonsense Supervisory Special Agent Emily Prentiss liked sexy lingerie. Well he certainly wasn't about to complain.

"I think we should move this inside." Her thighs squeezed his to drag him out of his reverie.

When he nodded, she grabbed her tiny purse and opened the driver's door to exit the car as gracefully as she could on her wobbly legs. The coldness of the air took her by surprise. She looked at the car and couldn't help smirking when she saw the now misted over windows. They sure knew how to increase each other's temperature.

She lived in a quiet and upper-class neighborhood. Her mother had insisted to buy that condo when Emily had told her she wanted to go her own way. The older woman hadn't approved but she certainly hadn't wanted anyone to comment on her only daughter's living arrangements. At this late hour the streets were empty and no one would spy them with disheveled clothes and tousled hair.

Emily was leading the way and when Derek finally reached the door, she had already opened it and grabbed his hand to guide him to the elevator. The building was quiet. Most inhabitants of the residence had already left the city to go to their secondary houses on the seaside. The probability to meet anyone was close to nil. She punched the button to the 12th floor and leaned against the panel of the cabin looking at him with half-closed eyes.

"The nice concierge is gone…" He noted as he pressed his body against her and kissed her neck. With her four-inch stilettos she was almost as tall as him.

"It's Friday… on weekend nights he is allowed to go back to his apartment at midnight. We're not heartless…" She managed to joke as he continued with his ministrations.

She had noted he had been quite surprised to discover the amenities her residence offered. Usually they were meeting either at his place or somewhere downtown. To be honest she was quite reluctant to invite her colleagues over. Often she didn't feel at ease living here. Whereas the condo was comfortable, it lacked warmth and her poor decorating skills hadn't helped to improve the atmosphere. It didn't feel like a real home, more like a luxurious hotel room.

The kisses he was trailing down her throat were making her lose the last remnant of control she had. He pushed her up against the panel to have her butt rest on the railing and she automatically hooked her legs around his hips. He nibbled at her jaw alternating small kisses and little bites. She could feel him grow harder and her legs tensed around his body to draw him even closer. He felt so good and at this moment there was no one on this planet she wanted more.

When a small ding announced that the elevator had reached its destination none of them noticed. He was busy making her whimper with teasing kisses. She was so reactive to his every touch, he almost felt drugged. Her hands were resting on his shoulders and her fingers at times clutched almost painfully at him. He wanted to find her most sensitive spots, discover how to make her best lose control. He felt like an explorer on new lands and every tremor he derived from her was mentally inventoried for further use. When his mouth reached the sensitive skin behind her ear, her nails dug into his skin almost deep enough to draw blood through the fabric.

He pushed her away from the panel and her arms locked around his neck as she reversed the roles. Her tongue ran on his lips, gently soothing the bruises their avid kisses had caused. She sucked at the lower lip before her tongue tentatively touched his again. This time she was taking it slow and gentle, almost painfully so. After the reckless passion the drastic change was another jolt of sensation. Her heat was seeping into him, dragging him in with her. He was losing it fast, way too fast to be still standing in an elevator.

He turned his head and looked at the closed door finally registering that they had reached Emily's floor some time ago. Her lips went on with their maddening torture as they trailed along his jaw. Still holding her tightly against him, he took two quick steps towards the exit, maladroitly pressed the button to open the door and walked towards her flat. They needed to get inside before he lost his sanity and wouldn't care if he took her against the wall of the brightly lit hallway. With a last lick to his chin, Emily grabbed his neck and pressed her lips against his for a ferocious kiss.

She was wound around him like a vine, her thighs rhythmically tensing around him with each step. He pushed her against her door and tore his mouth from hers, taking a much needed gasp of air. She was going under his skin at a speed that left him almost dizzy. He rested his head against her collarbone as she tried to open her door but her nerveless fingers just didn't cooperate. Morgan covered her hand with his and an instant later they were inside. With one swift movement Emily switched the lights on and dropped the keys and purse she was still holding to the floor.

She released her vice-like grip on him and switched positions pushing him against the door with a thud before attacking his lips with renewed ardor. Her hands went to his T-shirt and tugged irreverently at it. His abs contracted when her fingers started dancing on his naked skin. They were setting a crazy pace that brought sweat to his brow. It had been a while since a woman had been as sexually aggressive as Emily with and he truly enjoyed the moment. Her hand traveled its way up from his navel to his nipple leaving a trail of fire on his already heated skin. He broke their kiss and hastily discarded his top without much finesse.

"Much better." Emily moaned as she pressed herself against his naked chest. He had a killer body but that wasn't a surprise. Her eyes locked with his as her hands roamed over his torso defining every muscle she could reach. He grabbed her by the hips and pressed her hard against him. When the zipper of her dress came undone he smiled wickedly at her.

"You're fast." She shrugged out of the garment and it pooled around her feet. She stepped out of it and kicked it aside, not really caring where it landed.

"Only with zippers." His eyes were glued on her body, forgetting for a moment his urgent need.