Author Note – If you're a minor, skip to the end of this chapter. Just a warning that reading beyond this point will result in reading naughty things, not much happens except utter indulgence.

Second Chances – chapter seventeen

August 2014

The sounds of the slot machines whirled around him as he approached the check in desk. Signalling for the concierge, Morgan rested his forearms on the counter.

"Hi, my name's Derek Morgan, I have a room booked." The concierge looked it up on the computer, scrolling through the information. The man behind the counter looked up smiling.

"Ms Prentiss already checked in." He rooted around in the cubby-hole area under the counter, finally holding up a key card. "She requested that we have a spare key card ready for you. Room six thirty."

Morgan smiled, accepting the proffered card. "Thanks." He'd been running late when Emily called him to say she had arrived. Morgan had told her to check in and get some rest before he got there. He made his way to the elevator, pressing the button for the sixth floor. Stepping off the elevator, he found their room. Sliding the key card into the reader, the light turned green and he turned the handle to enter.

"Emily?" he called out as he entered the room. Morgan walked towards the large window the other side of the bed, appreciating the view for a moment before he noticed her bag on the bed. Put his own at the bottom of the bed, he saw her cardigan, then her jeans. Following the trail of clothes to the bathroom door, he heard the swirl of water.

Emily had heard the door open and Morgan call her name. But she kept her eyes closed waiting for him to find her. Her hand swirled in the water and the bubbles shifted slightly. She heard him drop his bag as he searched their room for her. After what seemed like an eternity, she heard the bathroom door creak open. Sensing his eyes on her from the door way, she allowed her own to open, locking gazes with Morgan. A seductive smile came over her face as she saw the hunger in his eyes.

"Hi," she whispered.

He smiled back, approaching the bath slowly, and his gaze drifting to the path of clothing she had left. Crouching down at the side of the bath, he reached out a hand to cup the side of her face. Emily mirrored his movement, by placing her hand on his face. She ran her thumb over his lower lip, and he kissed the pad lightly.

"How was the flight?" Morgan asked softly. Emily closed her eyes briefly.

"Long and tiring. I thought I would take a bath while I waited for you." She opened her eyes, a mischievous glint twinkling in them. "You do know we are barely going to leave the bedroom."

Emily laughed gently at his reaction; she loved making him blush. His smile got bigger as he finally moved in to kiss her on the lips, his lips barely making contact when she shook her head. "Uh, uh," Emily murmured against his lips, before pulling back as far as she could from him. "I want to see you take 'em off," gesturing to his clothes. "I want us to be even," she said looking down at herself.

His smile turned into a grin as he stood, taking a step back from the bath, his hands reaching for the top button of his shirt. Pausing he looked her up and down before bring his eyes back to hers. "Even? Princess all I see is bubbles."

Maintaining eye contact, Emily's eyebrow rose as she lifted the leg nearest to him and rested her foot on the side of the bath, exposing nothing else. He laughed, shaking his head at her antics. Morgan wondered what was in store for this weekend; after all he was following her lead. 'There's a whole other side to this woman…' God forgive him, but he wanted to know everything.

Emily followed the movements of his fingertips as he opened the buttons of his shirt one by one. She was trying to keep her composure, but as always in his presence she felt her usual self-control seep away as Morgan un-tucked the shirt and took it off, dropping it where she had finished her trail of clothing. Catching his gaze, Emily deliberately dropped her eyes to his belt buckle.

Taking the hint, his hands pulled the strap, undoing the buckle, lowering the zip. He pushed his trousers off, kicking off his shoes along with them, leaving him in only his boxers.

Looking at the sight before her, Emily allowed her eyes to linger on those chiselled abdominal muscles, biting her lip lightly before dropping her gaze to his boxers. Already having intimate knowledge of what was held within them, she locked gazes with him before nodding at the final barrier between them. Anticipation building inside of her, Emily watched as Morgan pushed them from his hips. Straightening up he stood before her, his arousal evident. Emily took a moment before beckoning him with her finger. She had wanted this initial encounter to last, wanting to tease each other into a frenzied state before finally coming together; but she knew she wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.

Morgan lowered himself into the bath opposite Emily. She was grateful the bath was deep and wide as the water shifted, only a little splashing over the sides of the bath onto the towels she had earlier placed at the base. She manoeuvred herself to be sitting astride him, their arms wrapping around one another, as their breath mingling briefly as they revelled in the feel of one another. She finally closed the distance between them, kissing him hungrily. When she felt his tongue grazing her lip, Emily immediately opened her mouth to him.

Emily heard herself moaning when she felt Morgan's fingers intertwine in her wet hair, holding her to him as they continued to kiss. Her hands moved to his face as her need for air became too much. Emily felt Morgan placing open mouthed kisses along her neck, moving his hands to her waist to shift her upwards as lips got lower and lower, nibbling along her collarbone. His lips continued their path down, finally capturing a nipple between his lips. She gasped as she felt his teeth graze the sensitive bud.

Feeling him throb beneath her, Emily stretched a little further upwards, her nipple slipping from his lips as she brushed against him. Emily felt the vibrations of his chest against hers as he moaned at her teasing; smiling wickedly at him as she swooped to capture his lips again. His fingers dug into her hips as he tried to pull her down on him. She pulled her mouth away from his, shaking her head. "Uh, uh," she whispered, placing a kiss by his ear, before taking the lobe between her teeth, tugging at it. Hearing his groan, she laughed gently. "Tell me what you want."

"You," he managed to get out, as his fingers tightened their hold, hard enough to leave marks.

She resisted their pull as she hovered above him, shifting her own hips; she was more than ready for him. She opened them again, finding herself looking into Morgan's eyes. "Then take me," she whispered, surrendering to his hands as they pulled her down onto him.

They both whimpered as they moved against one another, the water washing over them in time with their rhythm. They kissed deeply, their tongues duelling. Morgan's hands guided her to move faster on him. Emily ran her hands over his shoulders and back, her nails dragging along his skin.

"You're driving me crazy," Morgan panted as he pulled his lips away from hers.

She gave him a playful smile in response. "Touch me."

His laughter echoed in the bathroom. "I thought this was about what I wanted," he said jokingly as one of his hands moved to where they were joined.

Emily laughed as she pulsed around him, making him groan with the sensation. "It's about both of us." Morgan's other hand tangled itself in Emily's hair, pulling her face to his as their lips met again. Emily quickened her pace as she felt her peak drawing closer. Emily pushed herself down on him as she felt her climax hit her, causing her to clench and trigger Morgan's own release. As they shuddered against one another their cries resonated around them.

Emily stayed wrapped around him as they came down from their high, their kisses becoming languid, confessing their love to each other between kisses. Emily folded her arms around his shoulders, so they were pressed chest to chest, tucking her head into the crook of his neck, holding on tight. No one had ever provoked the feelings within her that Morgan did; sometimes the aftermath of their love making was overwhelming for her.

After a few minutes, Morgan reached for one of her hands, bringing her fingers to his lips. Kissing the slightly wrinkled skin, he said, "We need to get you out of the bath, you're starting to prune."

It was early evening when Morgan woke to the sound of a camera clicking. Sitting up, he heard the click again. The lights were turned on low in the bedroom, and he could see the illuminations from the other hotels shining in through the open curtains. Emily leant against the wall, pointing her phone at him taking another photo.

Seeing Morgan was awake through the screen Emily's face lit up with a dazzling smile as she quickly caught another photo.

"You know it's kind of disturbing when people take photos of you while you're sleeping," Morgan told her, sitting up, the sheets pooling at his waist.

"Well, I just got a message from Pen asking for a photo of the view from the window. I wasn't sure if she meant inside or outside the room, so I sent her both."

Morgan groaned as he flopped back onto his pillow, not sure if she was serious. The bed dipped slightly as Emily sat on her side. Turning his head he saw her stretched out beside him wearing only his shirt, her head propped up on her arm. "You know I thought this would be weekend would be different."

"It's only the first night, and we have four months to make up for," she reminded him gently, reaching out to stroke the side of his face. Morgan turned his face to press a kiss to her palm.

The last four months had been difficult for both of them. The team had lost Strauss to the Replicator. Even though she and Emily had never seen eye to eye; the older woman had become important to Dave, and in the end she had died trying to protect Emily's family, a sacrifice that Emily would be eternally grateful for. For Emily the trial had been tedious, eventually coming to an end in July with all members of cell being found guilty.

As Morgan shifted beside her, placing an arm over her waist to pull her closer, Emily placed a leg over his, her foot stroking the back of his leg and for the first time in months Emily felt at peace. She didn't want it to end. In that moment she made a decision.

She was coming home.