*A/N: This chapter is rated M. Maybe I should just change the rating of this entire story. Hahaha.*
*I do NOT own Criminal Minds. I just love the show…a lot.*
Her conversation with Prentiss on the plane after her intense, "in-the-air" sex with Derek replayed in ShaKira's mind as she led the BAU team members to the waiting limo.
ShaKira sat down in the chair that she'd vacated forty-five minutes before. Sighing in content, she picked up her sketchpad and pencil and started on a new drawing, fifteen minutes later, she looked at her sketch in amazement, she'd drawn Derek lying on a bed, with only a sheet covering his privates. Closing her eyes with an annoyed groan, she grabbed the edge of the sheet to flip it over. She was stopped by a hand pulling the sheet back down. "Wow, is that what Morgan looks like?" ShaKira heard Prentiss ask with a laugh. Quickly turning the sheet over, she'd shrugged, "I have no idea. It's not like I studied his body when we had sex last night," she quickly stated. "What about when you had sex with him just a few minutes ago? Did you study his body then?" Emily asked, her voice a whisper as she leaned closer to her best friend and teased her. ShaKira's brown eyes swung to Emily's with a gasp. "You knew?!" she whispered frantically. "Um…yeah, you guys didn't do a good job of covering it up if you were trying to not let anyone know," Prentiss said, her tone incredulous. ShaKira groaned in agony, her eyes sliding shut, "This is so bad. It's so unprofessional. I could lose my job over this," she'd groaned out. "Who's gonna tell? None of us would, it wouldn't just implicate you, Morgan could get in trouble also. Besides, none of us begrudge you two having sex. We're actually happy for you both. Especially Morgan, he seems really into you," Prentiss stated. ShaKira had looked over to Derek at that time, his eyes were gazing at her intently, even as he placed his headphones on his head. "You really think he's into me?" she'd asked, her voice hesitant. "Of course I do, I've never seen Morgan stare at someone the way that he stares at you. He's definitely looking for something more than just sex from you, he's into you. I think he's trying to figure you out, he's intrigued, I don't think I've ever seen him intrigued with a woman before," Prentiss answered. "So it's just a fascination for him? It's all because he can't figure me out," she'd reasoned. "Nah, I think it's more than that, but only you can answer that question," Prentiss had replied before standing up and walking away. Her eyes had drifted back to Derek who was still watching her, his gaze intense, as if he were trying to see through her. It unnerved her, it excited her, it exhilarated her…it scared her shitless.
When they'd landed in Cincinnati she'd become all business. She'd called them all by their proper names and titles as she'd walked with them to the limo waiting for them, briefing them once again on the case and what they'd come to learn.
"I've never ridden in a limo like this before," JJ responded, her tone awed.
ShaKira shrugged, "It comes with the title," she said as she handed her bag to the waiting driver, "Everyone this is Antonio, he's been my limo driver for about four years. Antonio, this is SSAs Emily Prentiss and Derek Morgan and Communications Specialist Jennifer Jereau. BAU meet Antonio DiCarlo. He started out as an agent, got promoted to security detail for the Pentagon," ShaKira stated proudly introducing everyone.
Derek noticed the look of fondness and admiration that passed between ShaKira and Antonio. Antonio could be no more than 40 which would make him only a year older than Derek's 39. Feeling a hot rage and suspicion that he'd never felt before, Derek shifted uneasily and cleared his throat as everyone nodded a greeting to the driver. Feeling an unexpected need to put Antonio in his place, who'd now taken everyone else's bag and with a hand around ShaKira's waist was leading her to the door, Derek opened his mouth and was just as shocked as everyone else at what tumbled out, "Security detail and you're driving a limo? From being an agent to a limo driver, doesn't sound like a promotion, sounds like a demotion to me. What'd you do wrong?"
ShaKira, Prentiss and JJ all stopped walking and stared at him. Scratching the back of his neck uncomfortably, he opened his mouth to apologize only to be surprised when Antonio answered with a smile, "My title is security detail which means that I'm on the highest boards of this country helping to keep this country safe, I've done, seen and led things that even the FBI has no idea about. Do I drive a limo? Yes, but only for ShaKira. It was the only reason that I even decided to accept the promotion. I never wanted to leave the Bureau, but I saw that Kira needed someone to protect her. She's tough as nails, but given the right hammer and the right amount of force, a nail can be bent, broken, or pounded into something. We were dating around the time that I got promoted so when I told them that my only condition was that I would be her driver, they were only to happy to oblige, it kept her safe and kept them from having to hire anyone else," Antonio responded, his grin widening when he noticed that Derek's eyes had swung to ShaKira upon finding out that they'd once dated.
"You guys dated?" Prentiss questioned, the words flying out of her mouth before Derek could focus his mind enough to form the words. He felt as if he were standing in the middle of the ocean with the waves crashing over him, he waited for ShaKira to answer, his eyes moving around the empty stretch of land where the jet had brought them. The building the housed the aviation crew looked almost deserted. They were standing in front of the black, stretch limo, the jet that they'd arrived on had already refueled and taken off, back to Quantico. Derek's eyes moved over the wide open field as he struggled to draw breath. He couldn't understand the reaction he was having to this woman. He thought about her constantly, fantasized about her every waking moment since meeting her the morning before. Had it only been two days? He felt as if he'd been sleeping with and talking with her forever. He felt slightly…jealous and a whole lot possessive when it came to her and other men. He hated the thought that she'd been with anyone else or that she'd be with someone after him. It made him want to inflict bodily harm on someone, looking at Antonio, he smiled grimly, maybe he'd start with him. Yes, he'd definitely start with him.
"Oh my gosh!" ShaKira groaned, rolling her eyes in annoyance, her gaze flickered to him before she glared at Antonio, "Tony! C'mon!!" looking back at everyone she admitted begrudgingly, "Antonio and I met two days after I graduated from Yale, we were friends first, it turned into something more, we dated for two years, discovered we wanted different things and broke up, but we stayed friends."
"Wait a minute! This is Terrific Tony?" Prentiss asked, a smile spreading on her face, she looked at him, perusing him from head to toe, "He does look pretty scrumptious Kira," she teased as she recalled a conversation that she'd had with ShaKira a few years back.
"Shut up Em," ShaKira gritted out between clenched teeth as she noticed Derek's hands clenching slightly and Antonio's grin.
"Terrific Tony huh?" Antonio laughed, "Yeah, my wife calls me that too."
"So you're married?" JJ questioned, she'd noticed Derek's slightly aggressive stance had eased at the mention of Antonio's wife."
"Yep, three years now. Got two beautiful kids, Antonio Jr and ShaKira," he said smiling fondly at ShaKira again, "Kira here introduced me to my wife Vivianna."
"Hey, just because I didn't want to get married didn't mean that you shouldn't. I told you that," ShaKira said laughing as she remembered introducing Antonio to Vivianna five days after they'd broken up. It had hurt to watch him become enamored with the Italian beauty whose long, thick black hair, olive skin tone, and big brown eyes seem to ensnare Antonio instantly, before her model-esque figure captured him forever. She'd loved Antonio, she truly had, but when he'd proposed, she knew that she had to say no. While she'd loved him, she hadn't been in love with him. She hadn't wanted to get married at the time, still didn't know if she did, much to her parents dismay, and she knew that she and Antonio wouldn't have made it as a married couple, no matter how much they'd wanted to.
Derek's body had cooled instantly at Antonio's announcement of his marriage, looking at ShaKira he noticed that her face seemed pensive and detached as if she were still upset at the thought of her ex being married. But, he'd gathered from her words that Antonio had proposed and she'd turned him down. Maybe she was regretting it now, maybe she wanted him back, maybe they were having an affair. The endless possibilities for why ShaKira seemed slightly distraught swirled through his mind. His mother, Fran, was always telling him that there were three trains that you had to jump off of because they had no stops: The Self-Pity train, the Maybe train, and the What-If train. He knew that he had to jump off "the Maybe train" and fast before he stuck his foot in his mouth again. He was saved when ShaKira's phone rang, "Burrowes," she answered, her tone professional, an implacable mask covering her face, her eyes becoming shuttered as she listened to the words of the caller on the other end.
"Yes sir, we landed in Cincinnati just a few minutes ago," she responded, the team heard her voice harden, "No sir, that won't be a problem at all. We'll go and talk to the ex-wife here and fly out to Texas in the morning. Yes sir, I'll give you an update as soon as possible. Goodbye Mr. President," ShaKira ended her call and blew out a frustrated exhale. Turning she found the eyes of everyone, except Antonio, looking at her in shock. "What?!" she asked, her face showing confusion.
"You were talking to the President? Of the United States?" JJ stammered out.
"Yeah?" ShaKira responded, her confusion causing her answer to come out sounding like a question, "I work for the Pentagon, I've had dinners with the President too." Realizing that the members of the BAU were shocked and maybe slightly envious, ShaKira shook her head in amazement and grinned, "Trust me, it's glamorous the first time, then you realize that he's just another man," while respecting the President, her statement showed little regard for men in general, "Now, let's go, we've got to fly out to Texas in the morning and meet your team, there's been another murder."
The team nodded and climbed into the awaiting limo, ShaKira waited until everyone had climbed in before discussing something quietly with Antonio, who nodded his head in understanding before getting behind the wheel. ShaKira climbed in and found herself sitting next to Derek. Her body instantly reacted and she found herself struggling with the urge to strip off his clothes and ride him right there in the limo. It wouldn't be professional or entirely right, but it would be good. She grinned at the image that thought had produced and let her hand graze his leg slightly. She chuckled softly when she saw that he got an erection instantly. Wow, this was too easy, she thought to herself. Her personal phone rang and hearing the song "Cinderella" playing, she groaned. Turning to the occupants of the car she excused herself and crawled over to the opposite seat and answered the phone.
"Hi Daddy," she answered, her voice going instantly from hardcore Pentagon employee to soft, sweet, daddy's girl. Without being too obvious JJ, Prentiss and Derek all listened in on ShaKira's phone call with her father.
"Yes Daddy. I promise Daddy. No Daddy, no. Um…well, there's this new case and…I know Daddy…nope, no husband yet…I know Daddy…Thirty-two Daddy…but Daddy…I know Daddy…actually there is this guy…no, he's an agent…his name is Derek," ShaKira stammered out, thinking quickly for a way to get her father to stop worrying.
Derek's mouth dropped open at the mention of his name, turning to look at Prentiss he leaned over when she gestured that she needed to whisper to him, "Don't get too excited. Her father hates Antonio, he hates most of the guys that she dates. She's just using you to distract him, it doesn't mean anything," Prentiss whispered quickly, certain that he'd had a small heart attack at the mention of his name.
"Yes Daddy! Aww Daddy c'mon…you know I'm a virgin," ShaKira chuckled, quickly covering the mouth of the phone when Derek started choking and Prentiss and JJ covered their mouths to muffle their laughter. She rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue at all of them. "Well, Daddy, it's a little too soon for that…well, we only just started seeing each other…okay Daddy…I promise…Look, Daddy, I've gotta go, we're about to get out…Yeah, I love you too, tell mom for me…Bye," she ended her phone call and sat back with an exhausted sigh. Looking up at the faces of the BAU team, she grinned helplessly, "I am my father's only daughter, his youngest child. He worries about me, he obsesses about my well-being, he's one of the main reasons why my actual job title isn't listed. And no, I haven't told him that I'm sexually active…especially not how sexually active I am. I'd like to stay alive, thank you very much," she explained as the profilers watched her closely.
Sighing again she looked at Derek, "Sorry for using your name, I would've used Antonio's but Daddy HATES Antonio, like with a passion. If I would've used his name, he would've been on the next plane here and killed both of us. It doesn't mean anything. We'll talk about you while we work this case and then when the case is over, I'll tell him that we broke up and he'll be sad, come stay with me for a few days, then go back and tell my mother that everything's fine and then they'll whine and complain about how their youngest child, their only daughter is alone, unmarried, and with no kids," ShaKira shrugged, groaning when her phone rang again, "Dammit, I bet it's one of my brothers." She answered the phone, "What?! Who is this? Dean! Yeah, what of it?! Derek…no, idiot…Derek Morgan…it's his last name, who in their right mind would name their son Morgan Derek? Well, like I said…you're an idiot…look, can I do my job? I'm trying to work…yes, right now…you're so annoying…Cincinnati…no, I'm heading to Texas in the morning…who's there? Why are you all there? Why? Does Rachel know about that? Really? Um…San Antonio…I don't know about that Dean…ugh, fine! I'll try to meet up with you guys in some way…what?! No…NO! He's not coming with me…I repeat NO!! I'll bring Em how about that? Yeah, you remember Emily Prentiss? My friend from Yale? Yes, the cute white girl with the dark hair…Yeah, I'm working with her team…FBI…BAU…Behavioral Analysis Unit, dummy…I don't care if you are a surgeon, you will always be the idiot that stapled his hand to a piece of fabric…look, I've gotta go…who said that? Bobby? Seriously? Eeww…yeah, yeah, I'll tell her, now I've got to go…because I'm trying to work…tell them all I said hi and if you all do anything wrong, I'm telling Mommy and Daddy…I don't care if I do work for the Pentagon, I'm still telling…back at you…yeah, love you too…he's sitting right here…absolutely not…whatever! I'll tell him! Jeez…get off my phone…bye," ShaKira's conversation with her brother had provided them with a huge source of entertainment and when she hung up Prentiss, JJ, and Derek all burst into laughter. ShaKira rolled her eyes, "You all try being the youngest and the only girl. I have FIVE, OLDER BROTHERS! I'm surprised that I got a date, let alone got any while I was in high school!" she exclaimed exasperated, smiling as she remembered growing up with a house full of boys.
"I remember going back home with you for winter break once, your house was insane," Prentiss chuckled.
"Yeah, and that was them being good. Anyway, apparently my brother Bobby, you remember Bobby right? The one closest to our age? The one who followed us around everywhere we went, writing down everything we did wrong so he could report it to my parents?" ShaKira asked Prentiss as they felt the limo pull up to the house, Prentiss nodded, remembering ShaKira's attractive older brother, "Well, he's in Texas, with the rest of my brothers, they're having some male bonding thing, and he told me to tell you that he wants to see you," ShaKira smiled when she noticed Prentiss's blush. She moved to exit the vehicle, only to feel Derek's hand on her arm, "What did Dean say to me?" he asked.
ShaKira groaned in embarrassment, she'd hoped that Derek would've forgotten that. She smiled at him, deciding that this was sure to knock him flat on his ass as far as his confidence went with her, "He said to tell you that you might as well enjoy me in Cincinnati, because come Texas it's over, whether you like it or not," she stated laughingly before climbing out of the vehicle with Antonio's assistance. She walked up to the house, Prentiss and JJ on either side, Derek behind her, his chuckles quieting as they neared the front door. She turned and looked at them all before saying, "Mrs. Chase is the ex-wife, the divorce was bitter, thank God there were no children involved. We don't think she's behind it or even that she knows anything about it, but we definitely want to know if maybe there was something more to her ex-husband than what we know," she debriefed them once again before turning back around to ring the doorbell.
The door opened to reveal a slender redhead, her breasts amazingly huge a long, white dress hanging on her. She smiled seductively at Derek, ignoring the women at first. ShaKira felt a rush of jealousy surge through her at the smile and gritted her teeth. She'd never been jealous of a woman checking out a man that she was with, what the hell was Derek doing to her? She waited until Mrs. Chase looked at her and then smiled tightly, "Rebecca, how are you?" she questioned.
"Aahh, ShaKira, I see that you're still trying to play superwoman. What's the problem this time?" Mrs. Chase asked scornfully.
"Your ex-husband died, Rebecca, you'd think you wouldn't be so snarky," ShaKira muttered, forgetting her professional decorum for a moment, straightening her spine and squaring her shoulders, she looked Mrs. Chase in her eyes, her gaze hard as she met the woman's slightly misty gaze, "We'd like to talk to you. These are some agents from the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit, this is Communications Specialist Jennifer Jereau, and SSAs Emily Prentiss and Derek Morgan. If we could come in?" she questioned, her left eyebrow raising as she looked at her indignantly.
One hour later, ShaKira led the members of the BAU back out of Mrs. Chase's home, pretending not to notice how the woman in question had taken Derek's hand in hers and asked if he wanted to stay for a cup of tea. ShaKira grunted, as if they were in England. Pushy old woman! Didn't she know when to back off. ShaKira nodded angrily at Antonio who held open the door for her and climbed into the limo. After everyone had climbed in, ShaKira grumbled to Antonio through the partition, "Tony, can you take us to Balladucci's? I've got a craving for some calzones. And invite Vivianna, oh and your brother Ramón. Then after dinner we can go to the hotel, we need to get some rest before our flight in the morning."
Antonio agreed and drove to Balladucci's, it was ShaKira's favorite Italian restaurant in Cincinnati. She always went there when she needed to clear her head after dealing with some of the wealthier members of society. Her parents were wealthy, she'd had a presentation to society ball and everything. So many members of the upper echelon were astonished when she'd chosen to work for the Pentagon rather than marry and become a housewife. As if she could live the rest of her life being taken cared of by a man! ShaKira grunted at the thought as she bit into her second calzone. The atmosphere in the restaurant was friendly and lighthearted. She'd even enjoyed flirting with Ramón in front of Derek, who seemed to get angrier and more agitated every time she leaned over to talk to Ramón. There was nothing going on between the two of them, they always flirted with each other, Ramón was happily homosexual, but he'd always told ShaKira that he would go straight for her. They were really good friends and Ramón could tell that ShaKira and Derek had some time of relationship brewing. The gorgeous, hulking 6'4", muscled Italian was only too happy to oblige with ShaKira's shameless flirting, especially since it meant that this Derek meant enough to her for her to want to make him jealous. Noticing that there was another man checking him out across the room, Ramón struggled not to give him the look to let him know that he was interested. He was saved when ShaKira stood up, "Excuse me, I have to go to the restroom," she said as she walked back to the restrooms. Derek waited thirty seconds before excusing himself and following ShaKira down the hallway. Ramón grinned, no man had ever followed ShaKira when she went to the restroom unless she'd invited him. Ramón knew that she hadn't invited Derek. This was going to be interesting indeed.
ShaKira heard the door to the bathroom open and finished up quickly. She had this fear about being in the bathroom when someone else was in there. She walked quickly to the sink to wash her hands, turning after she grabbed a paper towel, she gasped when she saw Derek standing there. She watched as he locked the bathroom door and slowly walked towards her.
"Who's that guy?" he asked, his voice low and seductive.
"What guy?" ShaKira asked, genuinely confused.
"The guy you're flirting with out there," Derek stated firmly, his voice tight with barely concealed anger.
ShaKira grinned, he was jealous? No way! "That's Ramone, he's Antonio's brother," she said, giving a vague explanation.
"Have you ever slept with him?" Derek asked moving closer to her, needing to know if there was any type of competition in Ramone.
ShaKira laughed delightedly, "Yes, but it was purely platonic, he doesn't see me as being sexually attractive."
"He's either blind or gay," Derek whispered as he raised his hands to cradle her face.
"Well…he's not blind," ShaKira said cheekily. Before she could explain that Ramone was indeed gay, Derek was kissing her passionately, his lips hard and hot on hers. She gasped in his mouth, amazed at how quickly the flames of lust leapt within her. She moaned in his mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck. Without thought, she unbuttoned his jeans and shoved her hand beneath the waistband of his boxers, gripping him firmly in her hand. "Wow, that was fast," she whispered as Derek's lips traveled over her jaw, down her neck and to her collarbone.
"I stay erect when I'm around you baby," Derek growled, the endearment falling easily from his lips.
"Hmm…really?" ShaKira moaned as Derek ripped open her blouse and jacket. ShaKira gasped, "Hey! What am I going to do when we leave from out of here?" she giggled.
"You can put on my shirt, I'll walk out of here shirtless, but I want my girls now," Derek muttered before dipping his head and taking one of her breasts into his mouth, sucking furiously. He felt himself growing harder as ShaKira moaned, her head falling back as her eyes closed. His hands moved from her breasts and unzipped her pants before shoving them down her legs. He moved to the other breasts, his thumb rubbing her clit softly, before sliding one finger deep within her.
"You're so wet," he whispered against her breast, her nipple still within his mouth.
"I stay wet when I'm with you," ShaKira admitted.
"Good to know," Derek said, chuckling as he felt her clench around his finger. It was enough to drive him insane. He tried to restrain the beast that clawed within him, demanding that he shove his manhood deep within her. He knelt before her and began to lick at her most intimate spot.
"I'm so addicted to the taste of you," he said, his words vibrating against her moist center, "Everything about you is addictive, the way you feel when I'm moving inside of you, the way you taste, your moans, your voice when you come, it's all so wonderfully addicting," he finished his statement before sticking his tongue deep within her. ShaKira's hands clutched his head as she held him to her. Unable to restrain the beast growling within him, he stood quickly and shoved down his boxers, turning her away from him, he spread her legs, lifting one of them onto the bathroom sink, before sliding deep within her.
"Oh God," he groaned.
"Oh Derek," ShaKira moaned his name. The sound of his name on her lips almost made him spill his seed within her right then. Reaching around her left hip, Derek began to rub her clit furiously, thrusting within her deeper and faster. ShaKira met his every thrust, her hands clutching the sink that she partially knelt on. It had never been this way with anyone else. She'd never wanted someone this badly or had someone take her as passionately as Derek Morgan. She felt her orgasm begin to rush over her and bowing her head, she screamed as silently as her lungs and her voice would allow her, her body shaking from the force of her orgasm. She felt Derek lean over her as his thrusts grew quicker and deeper before he pulled her head back and he kissed her as his orgasm rushed over him. He spilled his seed deep inside of her with one final thrust deep within her. ShaKira lowered her leg as Derek withdrew from her. The two of them were breathing hard, their breaths coming in short pants as they gasped for air.
"Did the earth shake that time or was that just me?" Derek asked with a grin.
"Oh, I definitely felt it move," ShaKira replied with a smile as she bent over to pull up her pants. Derek watched the sway of her breasts as she did so and felt himself growing hard again.
"Impossible," he whispered, glancing down at his semi-erect member. He looked up to find ShaKira looking at him with a smile of surprise and admiration.
"Again?" she questioned with a chuckle, "I think I need a minute or two to recover from that," she said laughing quietly.
"I know what you mean. I have no idea why he's ready to go again," Derek said amused as they both looked at his member. They both chuckled when the object in question began to grow bigger under their scrutiny. Derek stood up quickly, "Let me put him away before I take you again against the wall," he muttered as he pulled up his boxers and jeans, buttoning them up.
ShaKira smiled and he watched as she buttoned up the top four buttons that remained on her blouse and tied the bottom up before buttoning up her jacket. No one could tell that her blouse was ruined, the buttons laying on the floor at their feet, unless they looked carefully.
"Let's get out of here, I have this fantasy of you being tied up on my bed and then one of you and I in the shower and yet another one out on the balcony. So if we're going to do all of that tonight, we need to get to the hotel," ShaKira stated seductively, before leaning up to kiss Derek on his lips and unlocking the door, walked out before him, her head held upright as she walked nonchalantly back to their table telling everyone that they had to get back to the hotel before they flew out to Texas in the morning. Derek groaned when he realized that he was fully erect now. He was definitely going to have to try harder to get her out of his system, she was fastly becoming an addiction that he wouldn't be able to shake…and wouldn't know if he even wanted to.
*A/N: I am seriously LOVING writing this story! Please rate and review, I'd appreciate it!!