Author note – it's a bit naughty, if you don't want to read skip to about two thirds down. Let me know what you think. Thank you for the wonderful comments; I can't believe there are over a hundred reviews.

Second Chances – chapter twenty one

February 2015

The following morning Emily woke to the feeling of soft kisses being trailed along her naked back. Smiling she realised where she was. And whose lips were tracing their way down her spin. "Um," she moaned. "Five more minutes," Emily said sleepily as she snuggled into her pillow, trying not to let him see the playful smile on her face.

The kisses changed their path up towards her shoulder, along her neck, reaching her ear. "I seem to remember someone saying that the first morning we woke up together," his voice against her ear made her shiver; it reminded her so much of that morning after the wedding. Morgan's fingertips skimmed her hips along band of her panties, making her hold her breath when they dipped below the fabric, stroking her skin lightly, and not moving any lower.

Emily turned onto her back, loosely slipping her arms around Morgan's neck. "Morning," she whispered as their lips met languidly. The intensity of their kiss grew as it continued, Emily's arms tightening their hold on Morgan. She arched into him as he rested his arms on the mattress either side of her head, Emily groaned as she felt his chest dropping to come into full contact with hers. "This is a nice way to wake up," Emily told him as she ran her hands up and down his back.

"I like waking up next to you," Morgan replied as he resumed kissing a path down her body. Emily shifted her hips so she cradled him between her legs, she could feel him pressing into her. She moaned softly as he placed a kiss at the curve of her breast. It felt like he was everywhere as he continued his journey down her body, fingers followed by lips. Emily's anticipation grew as she felt him pull her underwear away from her body.

Morgan began to tease her, bringing her to the brink over and over again, never quite letting her reach that peak. Propped up by her pillow, Emily looked down at him as she bit her lip in lust filled frustration, only to find him watching her. Catching her gaze, he winked as he continued to torment her.

Emily let out a small growl. "You just wait till our positions are reversed." Morgan placed a kiss to her upper thigh, just above the small scar there, causing Emily to take a ragged deep breath. "Pay back's a bitch, Morgan." She threw her head back in defeat as she felt the vibrations from his deep laugh against her skin.

"Something wrong Prentiss?" He whispered as he kissed his way back up to her lips. Emily's arms pulled him down to her in a hungry kiss, trying to convey how much she needed him at that moment. With his body stretched out over her, Emily could feel he had removed his boxers at some point.

"I need you," Emily told him between kisses. Still tingling from his exploration, Emily's eyes closed as she felt his tip slip inside; as he began to thrust inside of her, she felt the stirrings of her first orgasm start to build again. Wrapping her legs around him, she urged him deeper.

"Let go," Morgan whispered in her ear. Instantly her mind flashed to their first night together as she clung to him as she crashed through her first climax.

Morgan continued to plunge inside of her as she came down from her high. She captured his lips in a deep kiss, their tongues fighting for control.

Emily whimpered as his pace began to quicken. She felt herself spasm again as she felt his teeth graze her collarbone. Emily writhed in pleasure as Morgan angled himself to capture her nipple in his lips. She threw her head back again as the sensation shot to her core and she could feel herself begin to clench when she heard it.

"Marry me," Morgan whispered against her breast, stilling his movement. Her eyes connected with his. Her eyes widened in a mixture of desire and shock as she saw the serious expression on his face as she still teetered on the cusp. He started to move within her again, deeper than before as his lips hovered above hers as he asked again, "Marry me Emily."

"Yes," Emily called out as she climaxed again and he finally followed over the edge. He rested on top of her for a few minutes being careful not to squash her, before he rolling over to lie next to her. His hand slipped into hers, their fingers intertwining as their breathing returned to normal.

Panting heavily, they both found the ceiling very interesting as they both realised what had just occurred. He really hadn't planned on asking her that way.

After a few minutes, he heard Emily start to laugh softly next to him. "You know it's not good for a guy's ego to laugh at him after sex."

"I'm not laughing at you," she said as she began to laugh a bit harder. "I'm imagining my mothers' face when I tell her I was proposed to during sex." Morgan screwed his eyes shut, pinching the bridge of his nose, trying not to laugh with her as he felt the blush creeping up his neck.

"You have a twisted sense of humour, you know that?" She laughed harder.

After a minute her laughter died. "Did you mean it?" Emily asked hesitantly.

He turned his head to look at her. Seeing the shy, uncertain look on her face, Morgan reached over to cup her cheek. "Yes, it was definitely not how I planned on doing it. But I did mean it. You said yes."

Emily's face lit up with a smile as she replied quietly, "Yes I did." They lay gazing at one another for a few minutes, their eyes locked in a silent conversation. "You planned it?" Emily questioned, her eyebrow raised.

"Not really, but I did get a ring," Morgan said as he let go of her hand as he rolled away from her and reached over to pick up his discarded shirt from the floor. "Can you put this on please?" He asked, handing it to her, as he put his boxers on.

Emily frowned in confusion as she accepted the shirt, rising to her knees on the bed. "Why?" She slipped her arms into the shirt, and did the buttons up.

"Because I need to be able to concentrate for the next few minutes; and I find that quite hard to do when you're naked," Morgan replied as he opened the draw beside his side of the bed. Reaching in her pulled out a small jewellery box, which he opened and took the ring out, holding it between his fingers of one hand; he grasped her ring bearing hand with his other.

Emily, eyes locked onto the ring in his hand, held her breath as she heard Morgan take a deep breath before beginning to speak. "We have known each other for nearly ten years, but never in my life have I found anyone to be as intriguing as you are. From that first day at the round table, you sparked my interest. You make me laugh, smile, and you help me forget the horrors of the world. I lost you twice and twice you came back to me." A tear slipped from his eye, and Emily reached up to brush it away, leaving her hand resting on his cheek. His eyes locked with hers, and she offered him a small reassuring smile, fighting to hold back her own tears. "Emily Prentiss, I am in love with you. Will you marry me?"

"Yes," she whispered as he slid the ring on her fingers. As soon as it was on, Emily reached up with her hand, mirroring her other hand as she moved her head upwards. Just before their lips met, she whispered again "Yes, I will marry you."

Author Note 2 – should I leave it there or should I plan the wedding? Do you want to read Elizabeth's reaction? Let me know what you think.