*A/N: This chapter is rated M. You HAVE been warned! Hahaha.*

*I do NOT own Criminal Minds. I just love the show…a lot.*

Hours later Derek, ShaKira and Prentiss sat back with a sigh. ShaKira's brain felt empty of all possible information, Prentiss was too tired to even move her head and Derek was completely amazed at all that ShaKira had shared with them about Iraq, the government, and the military. The woman amazed him at every turn though. They'd taken a break at one point and she'd challenged him to an arm wrestling competition, commanding that he not take it easy on her. When she beat him in thirty seconds and raised her left eyebrow at him he knew that she'd known that he hadn't really been trying. Contrary to what she believed the next four times they'd played in which she'd won, he'd actually been trying his hardest. It hadn't bruised his male ego at all, it had only fascinated him even more. Here was this woman who was thin and looked completely dainty and she was strong, intelligent, and funny. She and Prentiss had regaled him with stories of their times at Yale, the pranks, the late night cram sessions, and the many trips that they'd snuck away on traveling to Las Vegas, Paris, Miami, and even going over to Nigeria at one point. He watched them now as the two women yawned and rescheduled their dinner.

"I'm just so tired Kira that I'm afraid I'd fall asleep in the soup," Prentiss was saying.

"It wouldn't be the first time," ShaKira teased, "It's okay, really, I guess I need to get back to my hotel anyway. From what I understand, we're going to need to be on a plane out to Cincinnati in the morning anyway."

"Right. I must admit, it's just like being back at University with you. Never a dull moment with you around," Prentiss laughed.

"Just makes me so much easier to love," ShaKira smiled, turning to Derek she nodded, "Well, I guess that means that we're going to have to reschedule those drinks huh?"

Derek shook his head no, "Unlike Prentiss I am my best when I'm going on about three hours of sleep. Unless you're tired, we can go for those drinks."

ShaKira turned to Prentiss and winked at her before turning back to Derek, "Sure. Let's go." The two of them waved goodbye to Prentiss and picking up their jackets, cell phones, and notes from that night they headed out the door. Waiting for the elevator, ShaKira felt Derek's eyes on her and smiled inwardly. He was definitely going to be her best conquest ever. Hearing her name being called she turned and smiled widely at Penelope who was walking their way.

"What are you to gorgeous people up to?" Garcia asked as she juggled her bags and laptop.

"We're going out for drinks," ShaKira answered as she took Penelope's laptop as she got situated, "Do you want to come with us?" ShaKira invited Penelope watching as Derek grimaced at the question.

Garcia glanced at Derek out of the corner of her eye and laughing shook her head, "No thanks, Kevin's waiting for me. Besides, I wouldn't want to be a third wheel."

"Okay then," Derek said quickly.

"You wouldn't be third wheel Pen, it's just two colleagues going out for a drink, right Derek? I mean it's not like this was a date or anything," ShaKira hinted.

"Well…" Derek hesitated.

"No, no, no. It's okay. Really, I'll catch you guys next time," Penelope chuckled, realizing that Derek may have just met his match with Kira. When the elevator doors opened the three stepped out and Penelope walked over to her boyfriend Kevin and kissing him walked away.

"Hmm…I thought for sure that she was in love with you," ShaKira mused as she turned to look at Derek.

Derek coughed in surprise, "What?! Why would you say that? Garcia and I are best friends and that's it!!"

ShaKira laughed at Derek's face of disbelief, "Don't worry, she didn't tell me anything. But, over the years, she would talk about you, and I guess I just assumed…then there was this one time when she told me that you'd said that you loved her."

"She'd just been shot! I love her like a sister!" Derek protested.

"Okay, okay calm down big boy," ShaKira laughed as she touched Derek's arm, gasping as she felt a surge of electricity shoot through her hand at the touch. Looking quickly up into Derek's face she saw that he was just as affected as she was.

"Well…look at that," Derek said as he smiled down at her.

"Hmm…lust has a positive electric charge huh?" ShaKira teased again as she removed her hand from his arm and tried to play off how much that touch had affected her.

"Apparently…" Derek took a deep breath, his voice sounding slightly shaky as he struggled to get his riotous hormones under control. "So, how are we doing this? Do you want to ride with me or take separate cars?" he asked, pleading inwardly that she chose to ride with him.

"Well, seeing as how I was driven here in a government issued car, I think that I'm going to have to ride with you," ShaKira stated.

"Great, well let's go," Derek smiled as he led her out to his truck. He opened the door for her and turned to help her inside. ShaKira stood looking at his outstretched hand, opting instead to put her hand on his shoulder and climb into the truck. She smiled down at his look of exasperation and put on her seatbelt. "C'mon! I want to get my drink on!!" she chuckled excitedly.

Derek closed the door and walked around to climb into the driver's seat. Starting up the engine he glanced over at her and smiled, "Get your drink on?"

ShaKira shrugged, "It's an expression," she smiled before he pulled out of his designated parking space and drove to the nearest bar.

The two of them spent the next two hours talking, drinking and laughing. Learning a lot about each other. As Derek drove ShaKira to her hotel room afterwards, he found himself even more enamored than he had been before. There was so much more to her than just her good looks. While she was amazingly good looking, she had an inner beauty that called to him just as much as her outer beauty did. Parking, he got out of the truck and walked around to help her out of the passenger's side. He saw her turning to close the door as he stepped around, laughing as he realized that she'd been able to get down unassisted.

"So what are you like Superwoman or something?" he laughed as he walked with her into the hotel and followed her into an elevator.

ShaKira snorted in derision, "Superwoman is a snowflake compared to me," she laughed. As they approached her room she stopped and looked up at him. "Well, we already had drinks so I guess I can't invite you in for one huh?"

Derek struggled to keep the disappointment from showing on his face as he shook his head no.

"So, I guess I'm going to have to dispense with the preliminaries and the niceties and just come right on out with it," ShaKira stated nonchalantly as Derek began to turn around as if to leave, "Derek Morgan, do you find me attractive?"

Derek smiled at ShaKira, a smile of pure seduction and confidence, "Yes, I do. I find you extremely attractive," he answered as he stepped closer to her.

ShaKira tilted her head to the right and regarded Derek closely, her eyes perusing him from head to toe, "Then what are we standing out here for? Come inside and show me why Penelope calls you Chocolate Adonis," she invited as she opened the door and stepped inside.

Derek followed eagerly, a little amazed at the turn of events, but not questioning the gods of lust who had made this moment possible. ShaKira locked the door as Derek walked further into the room. She watched him as he continued to walk into the sitting area. She observed his tight, muscled ass in his jeans as he walked and stifled a groan of pure, female admiration. Walking behind him, she took his right hand in her left and after kissing him deeply, pulled him with her into the bedroom. Dropping his hand after a moment, she turned on the light and turned back to face him.

"So do you plan on just standing there or are you going to strip?" she teased. She watched as he smiled widely before pulling his shirt over his head. ShaKira walked over and ran her fingertips over his newly exposed muscled chest as soon as his arms were above his head. Leaning up on her tiptoes she kissed his chin then ran her lips over his neck and then his collarbone, she heard his deep growl of appreciation as she stuck out her tongue and ran it down his chest and down to his abs. "Mmmm," she moaned, "I love a man with abs," she whispered as she knelt before him kissing his stomach muscles before licking them seductively. She ran her hands up his chest and down his arms as she kissed all over his stomach and chest. Looking up at him she put her hands on his belt buckle and unfastened it. She looked deep into his eyes as she pulled his pants down his legs, leaning back as he toed off his shoes and socks before stepping out of his jeans. She ran her nails lightly up his legs and caressed his thighs and his ass through his boxers. Leaning forward she kissed his erect manhood through the fabric, smiling inwardly when it jumped slightly within his boxers. Grabbing the waistband of his boxers she pulled them down and off his legs. Leaning back on her heels, she looked at his erect and straining manhood with appreciation.

"Well Mr. Profiler, that's a very impressive case that you're making there," she grinned as she took him in her hand and squeezed slightly as he groaned.

"I'm glad you approve," he grunted as she slowly began to caress him, stroking his dick up and down in her firm grip. Derek felt his hips moving of their own accord, thrusting his dick quickly in and out of her hand, he froze completely when she leaned forward and took him deeply into her mouth, sucking lightly on the head. Derek leaned down after a few moments of torturous pleasure and lifted her to her feet. Taking her face in his hands he leaned over and kissed her deeply. His lips teased hers as the kiss lengthened, his tongue tangling with hers as he took the kiss deeper. His hand drifted from her face down to her shoulders, down her back and then clutched her ample behind. Squeezing her ass in his hand, he trailed the fingers of his right hand underneath her skirt and found the flesh of her thigh above her thigh high stockings and unfastened the garter belt. Releasing her lips, he knelt before her and rolled down her stocking, kissing her thighs and her legs as he exposed each inch of them. ShaKira moaned as he lifted one foot and kissed it softly before turning to the other leg to repeat the process. Reaching his hands fully underneath her skirt, he inhaled sharply as he realized that she wasn't wearing any panties, lifting his eyes to hers he found her smiling widely at him.

"No panties?" he questioned.

ShaKira chuckled as she answered his question, "Nope. I hate the blasted things. I have to be extremely professional in my job whenever I'm in the office. Suit, blouse, high heels, hell, there are even days that I go into the office with a tie on. Not wearing panties is my little piece of rebellion against the system."

"Rebellion, huh?" Derek asked as he unzipped her skirt and pulled it down her legs, placing an intimate kiss at her center, causing her to moan, he stood up and quickly divested her of her suit jacket and her blouse pausing when he came to her bra. It was a black bra and where the nipples were there was a hole. He gasped and looked back up at her.

"Do you like my peek-a-boo bra?" she giggled, her giggle turning into a groan when he leaned over and took her left nipple into his mouth. He flicked his tongue over the nipple again before moving to the right one and repeating the gesture there.

"I love your peek-a-boo bra," he answered finally, "So much that I'm going to leave it on you while I rock your world," he lifted her up into his arms and tossed her onto the bed amidst her giggles of delight. Following her down onto the bed, he kissed her deeply again. Her lips were intoxicating to him. Like his own special brand of heroine. He kissed his way down her body, his lips pausing at her nipples again, he licked them and sucked them into his mouth, holding the weighty globes in his hands, molding them before he blew across the nipples lightly. She squirmed slightly as he kissed his way down her stomach, sticking his stomach into her belly button, before dragging his tongue down her belly and into her moist, hot center. He licked and sucked, his teeth lightly nibbling at her nub of pleasure. ShaKira's body arched as she held his head tightly in her hands. Tossing her legs over his shoulders, she squeezed her thighs tightly around his head, her hands frantically clutching the sheets and the coverlet beneath her. Her head thrashed back and forth on the bed, he was the best she'd ever had at doing this, her mind was empty, swirling, cacophony of mush. She groaned low in her throat as she felt her orgasm approaching quickly. Grabbing his head she jerked it away from her and looked down into his eyes.

"Now," was all she muttered. It was all that Derek needed to hear. He moved quickly up onto the bed and thrust into her. They both sighed at the joining, before those sighs turned into groans of pleasure as Derek began to move. His thrusts began slow and deep at first, it didn't take long, however, for his passion to quickly begin to overwhelm him and he began thrusting faster. He felt her tighten around him and heard her gasp and squeal of pleasure as her orgasm washed over her. Hearing his name on her lips, he shattered and spilled his seed deep within her. Groaning he slumped forward on top of her, breathing heavily. After a few moments he pulled out of her and rolled over onto his back.

"That. Was. Amazing," he panted out as he closed his eyes in rapture.

"Yes it was," he heard her say, feeling the bed move, he expected her to lay her head on his chest, instead, he heard her moving around the room. "Well Derek, I had a great time with you tonight, but I have to get a shower and some sleep before our flight tomorrow," he heard her voice coming from somewhere near the bottom of the bed. Opening his eyes he sat up and looked at her.

"Right," he hesitated, unsure of what was happening.

ShaKira lifted her head and flipped back her black hair as she tied her robe. She smiled at him in an offhanded manner. "So I'm going to jump in the shower and you can go ahead and see yourself out," she said, her words effectively solving his mental dilemma. She was kicking him out. Him! Derek Morgan! He wasn't kicked out, he snuck out, early in the morning or he slept over and then left the next morning after a mutual goodbye. He'd never had a woman dismiss him after having the best sex of her life…or at least after he'd had the best sex of his life.

"Um…yeah, okay," he hesitated as he watched her walk towards the bathroom. She turned and smiled at him, "This was fun, Derek, now we can work this case without any more pesky sexual tension," she stated matter-of-factly, "I'll see you in the morning." Derek watched as she walked into the bathroom, closed the door and moments later the water in the shower started. He sat there in shock for a few minutes more, before standing up and getting dressed. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and sent Garcia a text message asking if she was still up and alone. When she said told him that she was, he asked if he could come over, when she said yes, he quickly finished getting dressed. As he got ready to leave the room, he stopped and turned back. Striding quickly to the desk he pulled out the writing pad and quickly left ShaKira a note. Smiling as he propped the note against the pillows on the now rumpled bed sheets he knew that he was looking forward to seeing her in the morning.

ShaKira walked out of the bathroom and sighed. He was gone, thank God. She'd had sex before, but what she'd just experienced with Derek Morgan was electric, it was enough that it rattled her to her bones, she was still shaking. Walking over to the bed she began straightening the sheets, stopping when she noticed the note propped against the pillows. Lifting it to read what he'd written, she laughed at his words:

Kira,

I look forward to seeing you in the morning, more than that

I look forward to having drinks with you again. If you thought

this was amazing, just wait until next time, you won't be able to

move.

Derek

She shook her head as she walked over to throw the letter in the trash. Stopping, she folded the letter and placed it into the Bible that sat on the desk, her father's Bible. She took it with her everywhere she went, her coworkers laughed when she told them that she took the Bible with her for safety reasons, but she did. She believed that it was the only reason that she'd escaped from a lot of the situations that she'd been in. Turning to walk back to the bed she pulled off her towel and laid it on the back of the desk's chair. Sitting on the bed completely nude, she picked up her cell and called Prentiss whom she knew was still awake.

"Hello?" came Prentiss's amused greeting.

"Yeah, you think you're funny, I'm really tired Kira," ShaKira mocked Prentiss, laughingly, "Just thought that I'd give you the juicy details before I went to bed."

"Ooohhh, wait, let me pop some popcorn," Prentiss exclaimed. ShaKira laughed as she waited patiently. When Prentiss came back on the line she regaled her with the events of the night, her drinks with Derek Morgan and how she'd shocked him when she brought him into her hotel room and had sex with him, then promptly threw him out.

"You threw out Morgan?" Prentiss screamed in delight.

"Correction, I threw out Derek. We left Morgan back at the BAU," ShaKira laughed, she sobered quickly as she revealed the thought that had plagued her since engaging in sexual intercourse with the man in question, "Crazy thing is Em, it affected me."

"What?" Prentiss asked in confusion, "What do you mean it affected you?"

Sighing, ShaKira flopped back onto the bed dramatically, "I mean that, I wanted him to stay the night. I wanted to lay in bed and cuddle with him. I wanted to get up and make him breakfast. I wanted to take a shower with him. I was still shaking when it was over, my bones felt like pure liquid, my heart is still pounding and we finished over an hour ago! That bastard got under the wall some kind of way!" she explained in frustration. She rolled her eyes as she heard Prentiss squeal and then laugh happily.

"NO WAY!! Derek's it?! He's the one?! The one that could actually make you give up the game?!" Prentiss exclaimed.

"Hell no! It's not possible, I invented the game. I would never give up the game, not for anyone, you can forget that!" ShaKira stated in frustration, "It just means that it might take a couple of sessions of hard, fast, extreme lovemaking and maybe a sleepover or two to get him out of my system."

"Or to firmly solidify that he's the one," Prentiss noted, the profiler coming out of her.

"Don't profile me Em," ShaKira groaned, rolling her eyes in annoyance, "I'm going to bed. I'll see you in the morning."

"G'night Kira," Prentiss's voice belied her enjoyment at her friend's predicament.

"Night Em," ShaKira laughed as she hung up the phone. Sighing she rolled over and noticed that Derek's watch was lying on the floor. Leaning over the edge of the bed she reached down and picked up the watch. She fought her womanly urge to be sentimental and kiss the watch and instead fastened it on her wrist to make sure that she didn't forget it in the morning. Then laying back down again, she called down for a seven a.m. wake up call, made sure that a car would be coming for her and fell asleep.

Derek looked around hoping to see ShaKira before she saw him. He'd spent an hour at Garcia's pacing as he told her about the most electrifying sexual experience of his entire life and the woman who'd tossed him out right after. He was shocked when he was told by Garcia that maybe ShaKira was the woman that he was supposed to be with. He scoffed at that idea as he thought about it again. There was no "one" for him, not while he worked for the BAU and he knew that he wasn't at a point in his life where he was ready to retire. He sighed, he just needed to get her out of his system and the best way to do that was to have sex with her again and again until he'd completely worked her out of it. He turned around quickly when he heard a husky voice over his shoulder.

"Looking for someone?" ShaKira asked as she peered around him, her voice sounding slightly amused.

"Um…no…I…um," he stammered.

"Derek. I mean, Morgan, calm down. It was one night of hot, steamy, passionate sex. But that's all it was, it was just sex, nothing more. We have more important things to worry about. Oh and before I forget," she smiled, her hand flying up to smack her forehead delicately. Derek watched as she opened her attache case that she'd set down on the desk next to where they stood in the bullpen. He took the opportunity to look her over. She was wearing another suit, this one was white, however, and it hugged her curves amazingly well, she wore a pink blouse underneath it with a slim, white tie around her neck. She wore a pair of pink heels on her feet and he could see that she had on stockings again. He turned as he heard footsteps approaching, ShaKira mumbling under her breath as she searched for something. Nodding at JJ and Prentiss who stepped up to the two, he turned back to look at ShaKira when she laughed and turned back to him.

"I forgot that I put it on my wrist," she stated as she pulled back her sleeve to reveal his watch that lay on her left wrist. Unfastening it she handed it to unashamedly. "I believe this belongs to you," she stated before turning back to close her attache case. Turning back around she gestured, "Shall we go?" she questioned as she picked up her case and walked with JJ to the waiting elevators. Derek turned to look at Prentiss before bending over to pick up his ready bag.

"How you doing over there Morgan?" Prentiss chuckled slightly.

Derek shook his head in dazed bewilderment, "I've never met anyone like her before. She absolutely amazes me," he admitted.

"Yeah, Kira seems to have that affect on people," Prentiss nodded her head in understanding. The two profilers joined JJ and ShaKira in the waiting elevator, their conversation ending abruptly. As they sat on the plane, ShaKira talked to the profilers more about the Iraq situational board and her goals for the committee. After thirty minutes, everyone settled back in their seats, JJ opened the laptop and connected to Will's computer so that she could talk to him and Henry. Prentiss opened up the latest book that she was reading, Derek turned on his iPod and put his headphones on his head. He glanced over to where ShaKira sat, a sketchpad in her lap. He stood up and walked over to her.

"You draw?" he asked gesturing.

ShaKira laughed in self derision, "Not really. I design clothes. It's something that I do in my spare time. I've been doing it for years," she admitted. She continued working on the current design that had come to her in the early morning and then turned to face him when she finished. "So, I know that there's a bathroom on this plane, wanna meet me there and join the Mile High Club?" she whispered as she pulled back one side of his headphones.

Derek swallowed thickly, quickly becoming aroused at her words. Not trusting his voice, he nodded his head, looking deeply into her eyes. "Great, I think it'd be a great way to break up the monotony of this flight," she chuckled. She stood up and climbed over him, thankful that they weren't close enough to JJ or Prentiss for them to notice the way she sat down on him for a moment. Standing beside him she leaned down and whispered, "This time, I'm on top," before turning to walk into the bathroom. Derek groaned quietly and closed his eyes. He counted to one hundred before he stood and followed ShaKira into the bathroom. Opening the door, he felt himself being yanked in by her. The door closed quickly behind him and he felt himself being pressed against the door as ShaKira kissed him fiercely. She pulled his grey shirt out of his blue jeans and ran her hands up his chest. Before unbuckling the belt at his waist and yanking down his pants and boxers, but not fully pulling them off. "We don't have time," she panted as she continued to kiss him. She kicked off her pink pumps and then pulled off her pants. Derek noticed that once again she wasn't wearing any panties and that this time her garter belt was red with black bows on it. He pulled back and questioned, "Are you wearing another peek-a-boo bra?"

ShaKira shook her head as she pushed him down onto the lid of the toilet, "I'm not wearing a bra at all," she explained as she lowered herself down onto his straining manhood. Once again they sighed at the moment of joining and it didn't take long before she was moving quickly up and down on his dick, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Derek unbuttoned her suit jacket and her blouse, groaning at the sight of her bare breasts, he leaned his head down and sucked her dark pebbled nipple into his mouth as she rode him. He groaned, her breast still in his mouth as he felt his orgasm sweeping over him. He felt ShaKira tighten around him and she groaned his name quietly right before he followed her over the edge, his seed spilling deeply within her. He leaned back in exhaustion, his arms tightening around her when he felt her make a move to rise.

"Wait, just sit with me for a minute," he panted out, his voice whispering over her left ear. ShaKira relaxed for a moment, this was one of the first times that she'd allowed herself to be cuddled after having sex with someone. After a few minutes of what she could only call post coital bliss, she stood up and pulled her pants back on before slipping her feet into her heels. She buttoned her blouse and her suit jacket back up and tucked her blouse into her pants, she turned to the bathroom's mirror and attempted to fix her hair. She ran her fingers through the loose black curls that hung to just below her shoulders. She felt Derek's arms come around her as he stepped up behind her.

"You are amazing," he whispered as he kissed the side of her neck.

"Why thank you, you're not so bad yourself," she smiled, disengaging his arms from around her, she kissed his cheek and opened the door. "Thanks Derek," she whispered before turning and walking back to her seat. Derek found himself once again standing in shock after being dismissed by her. He wondered if this was how the women that he'd slept with felt when it was over and he walked away unmoved emotionally. He felt shaken completely after every moment spent with her, whether they were talking, drinking, working, or having the most amazing sex he'd ever experienced. He couldn't believe that she was unaffected…he refused to believe it. There was something special about the two of them together, he didn't know what it was exactly, but if he felt it, then he was going to make damn sure that she felt it too, no matter what that meant for him and his status as player.