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Derek spun around, his eyes hopeful but also feeling like this evening had just taken a very dangerous turn. He should've expected something explosive after basically describing his visions of them in bed together. But this was going in a direction he genuinely hadn't actually expected to happen. "You do?" He questioned, his eyes darkening in lust as he stepped towards her.
Emily caught her bottom lip in her teeth and felt her cheeks flush, from nerves…excitement…she wasn't sure. "When I was in Paris, I would lie in bed at night and think about all of you. What you were doing at that moment. What horribly heinous crime you were dealing with it the time. And then I would picture each of you individually. What JJ was doing with little Henry. How Kevin and Garcia were getting along. Hotch and Jack. Reid and his headaches. If Rossi had finished his book. But with you, it was different. I would think about you meeting someone…in bed with them…and how desperately I wanted that person to be me."
She turned around, embarrassed by her admittance when she felt his hands snake around her waist and pull her back against his chest. She felt his hot breath by her ear. "I wanted it to be you too," Derek whispered, capturing her earlobe in his mouth and biting gently, causing her to moan. His lips moved down to her neck as she threw her head back on his shoulder.
"Derek," Emily breathed, reaching a hand up behind his head and holding it to her neck. "This isn't what I was expecting when I came here. I just want you to know that."
"I know," he growled between his ministrations on her neck. "It's not what I thought when you came here either. I've wanted this…wanted you…for a long time, Em. But if you don't want this, we can stop right now and it would be fine. I swear to you, Emily."
Her eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of his lips on her neck and his hands beginning to move over her body. "No," She whispered. "Please…don't stop."
Derek turned her around at that point and captured her lips with his, his tongue seeking entry. She opened up and allowed him in, swallowing the moan that threatened to escape as he pulled her tight against his hard body. He began backing them up at that point, heading towards the stairs. She reluctantly pulled away, grabbing his hand and leading him up the stairs. They didn't say a word during the short journey and when they entered his bedroom, Emily had a new-found confidence. "Tell me about those visions you had."
His eyes widened. "Are you serious?"
Emily nodded. "Come on, Derek," She took a step back reaching for the top button on her shirt and beginning to unfasten them, one by one, until it lay open, revealing creamy white breasts peeking over top of a black, lacy bra. Her smooth skin marred by one imperfection, the four-leaf clover branded at the top of her left breast. Derek reached out, wanting to touch it…wanting to touch her…but she stepped just out of reach. "I just want to make sure I can live up to your expectations."
He stared at her as she slipped the blouse off of her shoulders, standing there in her bra and jeans. His eyes couldn't help but travel to her torso, the 4 inch raised scar in the middle of an otherwise perfectly taut stomach. Her self-consciousness getting the best of her, she felt her heart pounding in her chest, embarrassed by the imperfections on her body. In an effort to distract him, her hands went to the buttons of her jeans but she stopped there, as he opened his mouth to talk.
"You want to know what I saw?" Derek asked, pulling his shirt over his head, watching as her eyes darkened in lust when she nodded, swallowing hard. He reached out and pulled her to him, her torso pressed up against his. Skin on skin. "Your eyes closed as my lips trailed their way down your body. Your back arched and head tipped back as I kissed and licked your breasts. Your body writhing as my lips trailed lower and lower, kissing your belly, your hip bone, the inside of your thighs, inching closer and closer…"
His words died on his lips as Emily pulled his head down and crushed her lips against his, a groan pulling from deep within her throat as Derek's tongue probed her mouth. He reached around and unclasped her lacy bra, pulling the straps down her arms and watching as it fell to the ground. His lips moved down to her jaw and then trailed back towards her ear lobe as his right hand reached up and massaged her breast, his fingers trailing lightly over the brand on her chest. It felt perfect in his hands, something he had only imagined in his fantasies when he thought she was dead.
Emily's hands ran all over his chest, over the hard muscles she never really thought she would ever get the chance to feel. She felt Derek push her back towards the bed and stopped when the back of her legs hit the mattress. He pushed her back on the bed, reaching up and undoing the button fly of her jeans. Emily pushed herself back to the pillows and sat up on her elbows, watching as he pulled her jeans down her legs, leaving her in only her black, lace thong. "You are so fucking beautiful," he growled, unbuttoning his own jeans and kicking them off before crawling over top of her body.
She moaned again as his tongue pushed into her mouth for a minute before his lips began the path down her body that he had just described. Her head tipped back as a pleasured sigh escaped her lips and Derek had to fight the visions of déjà vu he had. This was now. This was real. And it was turning out better than he could have ever imagined. He briefly kissed the branded clover, her nerve endings heightened as his lips caressed the sensitive skin, before he caught a nipple in his mouth, causing her to cry out, as his hand massaged her other breast. His paid equal attention to the other side before moving lower, kissing the skin of her taut stomach, his lips trailing over the scar on her belly, before he veered off towards her hip bone, his hand trailing lightly up the outside of her thigh.
"Derek…please…" She begged, her body arching further and coming off of the bed. His lips moved down to her inner thighs as he kissed and licked his way to where she wanted him most. He finally kissed her over the lace, feeling just how aroused she was. The feel of his tongue on her through the lace fabric was amazing and she cried out, feeling like her heart was going to pound out of her chest at any minute. Slowly he removed the black thong from her body and finally gave in to her pleas, his tongue licking her soaking wet folds. His tongue continued to stroke her before moving to her sensitive bundle of nerves, while at the same time entering her with two fingers.
"Oh God!" Emily cried out, her hips bucking off of the bed as he pumped his fingers in and out, all the while sucking on her sensitive nub. He added a third finger and she began to feel heat pool in her belly, knowing she was close. "Please…don't stop, Derek. God, you feel so good."
Derek's heart soared, hearing his name rip from her throat, knowing that he was causing her cries of ecstasy. Him…not Doyle. He felt a surge of pride at that. There would be no blinking and Ian Doyle being in her bed again, taunting Derek as he watched from afar. It was him this time and Emily was his. He kept up his ministrations as he felt Emily's whole body tighten and then heard her cry out as her orgasm ripped through her. His fingers slowed as his tongue slowly worked her while she rode out her orgasm. Finally he pulled away, his boxer-clad body crawling up hers. He was surprised as she reached up and pulled his head down to hers, groaning as she tasted herself on his lips.
"I need you," she growled. "God Derek…I need you. Now."
She helped him remove his boxers before taking his length into her hands and pumping slowly. He was still kneeling over her and his chin dropped towards his chest, the feel of her hand on him making him feel like he was going to lose control. And he didn't want this over before it even began. "Stop, Em." He grabbed her wrist and pulled it away from him, positioning himself at her entrance. Without warning he pushed inside of her causing her to cry out in pleasure? Pain? He wasn't so sure.
"You okay?" He asked, pausing momentarily. He figured…at least he had hoped…that it had been a while for her and gave her a minute to adjust to his size.
She opened her eyes and smiled lazily. "Perfect."
Derek slowly began moving within her. "God, you feel amazing, Em." His forehead was pressed against hers and he kissed her slowly. "I missed you so much."
Her head rolled back. "I missed you too."
He kept up his pace, his arms wrapping around her torso and crushing her body against his. When she lifted a bent leg and rested it against the side of his rib cage, the change in position allowed him to go even deeper and he groaned. Soon he felt a tightening in his gut and knew he was close. "Jesus…Em…"
"I know." Emily didn't need to hear the rest. She knew this was better than either of them could have imagined. She felt the familiar tightening in her belly and didn't want to hold off any longer. "Derek…I'm so close."
"Come for me, Em," He growled.
She felt it in her toes first and it spread through her like wild fire. "Derek!" Her body exploded at that moment and Derek followed not long behind her, emptying himself into her as her name fell from his lips. His tired, sweaty body collapsed on hers as her fingertips trailed lazily up and down his back.
"So I guess our friendship is effectively ruined," he grinned up at her.
She laughed, tossing her head back slightly. "Eh…we weren't that good of friends anyway."
Derek rolled off of her and pulled her back against his chest. "Seriously…Em. I don't think I can be just your friend anymore," he breathed into her ear.
"Good. Because I haven't wanted to be 'just your friend' in over a year. And now that I've had a taste, I don't think I'll be able to stop anytime soon." She craned her neck towards him and captured his lips in a searing kiss. "I really did miss you, Derek."
He smiled sweetly, pecking her on the nose. "I missed you too, Em. I'm really glad you're home."
Just a quick credit to the writers of Friends for the line about their friendship being ruined at the end. For those fans of the show, you may recognize that as an exchange between Monica and Chandler. :-) It fit this story and I couldn't resist when it popped into my head.
I hope you enjoyed this little two-shot. I would love to hear your thoughts!
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