Love Shack

The following morning, Emily rolled over and her heart nearly jumped out of her chest when she saw Morgan lying next to her. She must have let out a yelp because he opened his eyes.

"Hey," he said.

"We didn't…." she started.

"No," he answered.

"Thank God," she breathed.

"You weren't that drunk," he commented.

"I know…I just…sort of panicked," she admitted. He nodded and rested his arms behind his head.

"What should we do today?" he asked as Emily propped herself up on her elbow.

"Well you can't really come to California and not go to the beach…and we happen to have a beach right outside," Emily answered.

"Alright…and I suppose we'll have to shop?" he replied.

"Oh, you're bold. Admitting that you'll go shopping. You have no idea what you've just agreed to," she said, burying her face in his chest. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

An hour later, the pair was sitting out on the small balcony overlooking a stretch of sand and ocean. Both held cups of coffee despite the heat. They were both lost in their own thoughts. Emily took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"You ok?" Morgan asked, setting his cup down on the table.

"Yeah…it's just nice to…relax," she said with a smile.

"I told you," he said with a smile of his own. They both stood up and headed back inside.

"Come on. We have a full day ahead of us," Emily called, grabbing her purse and sunglasses.

"I get the feeling someone is a little excited to be on vacation," Morgan laughed, following her out of the house. Before they got very far, he caught her by the wrist and stopped her. They shared a brief kiss before continuing down the long boardwalk that led into town. They passed by several small shops without speaking. They just wandered, hands linked until a young man on a skateboard zoomed towards them. Morgan and Emily were able to dodge out of the way just in time.

"Watch we're you're going," Emily called.

"So where are we going?" Morgan asked. Emily looked around at the shops. She spotted a few of interest and grabbed his hand. They ended up in a antique store. Emily browsed the shelves meticulously, appearing to be on some kind of mission. Morgan, after realizing she'd forgotten he was there, wandered off to the back of the store. Some twenty minutes later they met back up at the register. Emily had several items including a handmade nativity scene and some wind chimes. Morgan raised an eyebrow at her as she made her purchases.

"Christmas presents for my mother," she answered as they walked out.

"Are we really doing your Christmas shopping right now?" he asked, taking the bag from her as she put her glasses back on.

"No. Now that I have that taken care of…it's all about me," she answered with a snicker.

"Oh…is it now?" he teased. He slipped his free hand around her waist as they continued down the walk. Not two yards along, Emily dragged him into a clothing store. Morgan spotted a rather revealing top and pulled it off the wrack

"You should definitely try this one," she said holding it up.

"Oh…no. Nice try," she said, looking a little frightened.

"It'd look hot," he pressed.

"And here I thought you were a mature adult," she teased, snatching the garment from his outstretched hands despite her better judgment.

"Hey…I'll make you a deal," he called, following her deeper into the store.

"You pick something out for me…I'll try it on…and you try that on," he explained.

"Alright," she said after a long pause. She looked around until she spotted an equally sexy top.

"Fair's fair," she said, handing it to him. He flashed her a grin and headed for the changing room. When he walked out she let out a whistle.

"Not bad," she commented. He checked himself out in the mirror for a minute.

"I may let you do all my shopping," he admitted, turning around, extending his hands for the bag from the other store.

"I was thinking…I could you know…shop around a little bit before I…" she began to protest but he cut her off.

"Emily…it's one shirt," he said. She let out a grumble but ducked into a changing room. When she reappeared, Morgan's jaw dropped. It accentuated her curves and showed off an excessive amount of cleavage.

"If you don't buy that. I may have to buy it for you," he whispered as she walked in front of the mirror.

"Would you get your mind out of the gutter," she snapped. He shook his head and walked up behind her.

"Beautiful women deserve beautiful things," he breathed. Emily blushed and averted her gaze.

"I don't know…I wouldn't really have any place to wear it…" she muttered.

"I could think of a few places," he snickered.

'Gutter…get out of it," she scolded.

"I'd pay to see you wear it to the office," he laughed.

"Yeah…that'd be great. Reid would probably faint and Hotch would have a heart attack. Just what we need," she replied.

"Ok, you win. Let's get out of here," he said. They left the store without any purchases. They spent the rest of the morning browsing some of the beach front vendors. By the time they got back to the house both were exhausted.

"Ok…I take it back. That's the last time I go shopping with you," Morgan said, setting the bags down in the corner of the bedroom.

"I warned you this morning," she said, stretching out across the bed.

"Yeah…you did. Hungry? I could fix us something," he offered.

"And get flour dumped on me again…no. I say we order in," she answered. He nodded his head and went in search of the phone.

Half an hour and twenty dollars later they were splitting a medium pizza. They sat side by side on the couch, the TV on in the background. The afternoon turned into evening and they headed outside for a little sunbathing. Emily was lying on the sand, enjoying the feeling of the sun on her skin when she opened her eyes. Morgan was standing directly in her sunlight.

"You're in my sun," she mumbled.

"Oh…am I?" he replied. She cracked a small smile and tried to push him out of the way when he just scooped her up and started sprinting towards the ocean.

"Derek put me down!" she shrieked but to no avail. They both landed hard in the salty water. When they resurfaced Emily splashed him.

"Ouch," he laughed.

"You deserved it," she replied, taking a couple of strokes towards him. He caught her around the waist and pulled her closer. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he leaned in and kissed her.

They stayed in the water a little while longer until the wind began to pick up and the sun started to set. Shortly they found themselves in dry clothes sitting on the balcony. Morgan had opened a bottle of wine. Emily was watching the sun sink beneath the horizon as Morgan poured more into her glass.

"I never realized how peaceful sunsets were," she murmured, picking up the glass. She stood up and leaned on the railing. Morgan watched her twisting the stem of the wine glass between her fingers for a moment before joining her. He slid an arm around her waist.

"I'm really glad you came," she breathed, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Me too," Morgan murmured. They stood in silence for a while longer until he started to pepper kisses along her neck.

"Are you trying to seduce me, Agent Morgan?" she asked.

"Yes…yes I am," he replied. Morgan slipped both arms around her waist, his lips continuing to leave a wet trail along her neck. Emily felt a shiver run up her spines and Morgan pulled her closer. Emily managed to turn around and let their lips connect. As best he could Morgan led her back into the house and towards the bedroom. Emily broke free and looked at him.

"Do we really want to do this?" she asked.

"I do. You are an amazing woman, Emily," he answered, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. She blushed but nodded. She pulled her shirt over her head and let it fall to the ground. Morgan pulled off his shirt as well and slowly tackled her to the bed. Their lips reconnected and hands intertwined. He let his lips return to her neck as he used his free hand to try and undo her pants. Some time later they were moving as one. He rested his head against hers as they both found release. He rolled over and tried to catch his breath. Emily looked over at him, a broad grin plastered to her face.

"Wow," she gasped. He laughed a little and pulled the blanket over them.

"You're pretty amazing yourself," he said. Emily reached over and grabbed her underwear. Before she got very far putting them back on Morgan stole a kiss. She shimmied into her underwear and grabbed her night shirt as well. She could tell he was stealing a look or two as he grabbed his boxers.

Hours later Morgan woke to the sound of breaking glass. He looked over to see Emily still sound asleep. He shook her shoulder gently and she let out a grumble.

"Stay here," he hissed and climbed out of bed. He picked up his gun from the side table and inched towards the living room. He could hear muffled noises as he moved out of the bedroom. Emily had started to drift back to sleep when a shot rang out.