Title:
Power
Play
Rating:
R
Fandom:
Criminal
Minds
Universe:
Creatures
of the Night (Part 1)
Pairing:
Morgan/Prentiss;
JJ/Hotch
Genre:
Supernatural/Drama
Summary:
Tensions
are running high when a vampire joins the BAU, but all differences
must be put aside as the team investigate a series of suspicious
werewolf murders. AU.
Author's
Notes: Betaed
by Windy City Dreamer. Some guest beta work from Yellow
Smurf.
Warnings:
Some
sexually explicit themes in this chapter.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
He presses her up against the wall, his mouth on her neck. He sucks hungrily, aggressively, and she's fairly sure that his fingers are going to leave bruises, the way they're digging into her hips right now.
'Oh, God, Morgan.' She can feel him, pulsating, through those too tight jeans. It sends tingles down her spine; the kind of tingles she hasn't felt in a very, very long time.
He doesn't say anything, simply grunts as he lets his hands moved up her abdomen. There's a sudden movement, and a loud tearing noise, and it takes her a few seconds to realize that he has simply ripped her shirt right off.
She almost laughs; she's really going to need to go clothes shopping after the last two days.
He's breathing heavily, animal instinct taking over any other emotion, and right now, Emily's not so sure that's a bad thing. She's still coming down off the high of last night's adrenaline rush. This is exactly what she needs, but she'd be lying to herself if she said there weren't other reasons for doing it.
He's an attractive man; smooth skin, well toned abs. More importantly, though, he's got a big heart underneath all the fur and trust issues.
Their lips crash together, and she can almost feel the air being sucked from her lungs. He hasn't said anything at all since laying a hand on her arm; it kind of adds to the primal atmosphere. She's not exactly stationary herself; it has been a really long time.
She pushes him away briefly, ignoring the slight whimper he gives as she pulls the shirt over his head. Her hands run along his chest, taking in every muscle beneath the surface. His heart is beating wilding fast; she doesn't even need vampire senses to know that much.
Emily gives a moan of pleasure as he lets their fingers intertwine, and pushes their bodies back together. Her breasts are up against his chest, and she a brief memory of the previous night, licking the blood from his wounds. Such sweet blood. She almost orgasms at the thought of it. Her fangs lengthen, and she almost goes straight for his neck before she comes to her senses and pulls away.
He growls softly, the sound low in his throat. A warning. It's enough to tell her that if they were both more in touch with their animalistic sides, then the sex could be really, really fantastic. As it stands though, they're both still trying to pretend that they're human.
But then, humans don't exactly break furniture when doing the dirty, she thinks, as he leads her back to the couch, and pushes her down with such force that the frame cracks beneath her. It doesn't deter either of them, though. They're both far too invested in this to stop now.
There's a brief flurry of movement, and at the conclusion of it, Emily comes to the realization that she just isn't destined to keep any article of clothing intact during her tenure with the BAU. The realization is short-lived though, because a few seconds later, he's pushing inside of her, and she finds herself holding onto him for all she's worth, nails digging into his shoulders. Not long after that, she's crying out, the tremors rippling through her. Morgan's still breathing heavily, but the release seems to have calmed him down somewhat. There's a grin on his face, and if she weren't still recovering, Emily might have given him words about being so damn smug.
The grin fades, and he kisses her again. This time it's slow, and serious, and passionate. Everything a kiss should be, and yet everything they've managed to avoid so far.
Three hours later, they're lying in his bed, which has remained mercifully undamaged. Though they'd been lying there a while, sleep hadn't come for Emily. Morgan, however, is snoring away happily, and she almost regrets having to wake him up.
'Derek…' she says softly, her hand on his back. 'Derek, you need to wake up.' It feels strange calling him Derek, but it feels just as strange thinking of him by his last name after what they've just done.
'What time is it?' he murmurs, voice muffled by the pillow.
'Almost four. You need to start getting ready – sunset's in an hour.'
He grumbles a little, but pulls himself out of bed, and she's treated to a free show as he goes in search of underwear.
'Where's the spell band?' he asks her, and she almost rolls her eyes at the amnesic effect of the afternoon's events.
'I think you left it on the kitchen bench,' she tells him, pulling on his t-shirt. 'What?' she asks, upon noticing the look he gives her. 'Well I can't wear mine, you tore it in half.'
He grins at that remark, grabbing at the spell band that's lying on the kitchen counter. It's pre-activated, so he doesn't need to call in a sorcerer. All he needs to do is slap it on, which he does.
'Feel anything?' Emily asks, curious. Apparently the thing is supposed to control his animal instincts, but after seeing him in action, she knows it's going to have a hell of a job.
'Not really,' he says, furrowing his brow. 'A little hungry, maybe. A little, uh…achy.'
'Oh, you're achy?' she retorts with a smile. She's hobbling a little bit, but it's a good ache, and she'd much rather have it than not.
They talk for the next hour. Talk about silly things – the kind of things that don't really come up when searching for a serial killer. To Emily it feels like what a normal life should be. But then sunset hits, and she knows that this is always going to be anything but normal.