A/N So I couldn't help but to add more to this story. I'm having a lot of fun writing this (except for when my mother decides to check what I'm writing). I hope you like this one too and that I'm not too boring!

Thank you all so much for all the kind words! It really means the world to me and I'm sorry that I haven't had time to thank all of you personally.

Many people suggested these scenes so this is written for them;)

Enjoy!

Chapter 3

Emily and Derek walked out of Garcia's office, Emily completely embarrassed while Derek not so much. Though she knew this was just during the moment and would most likely pass by the time they were getting on with their work.

That moment came fast as Hotch called everyone into the conference room to brief them for a new case.

"San Francisco Police Department has called us in to look into a series of murders, all male singers in rock-bands. The bodies are found two days apart and the fifth victim was found yesterday. We need to leave immediately."

With that said everyone rose from their seats and exited the room. They already knew this was gonna be a stressful case. Luckily for two of the agents, they knew exactly how to relieve stress and right now the brunette was planning just how to help the younger man.

A couple of hours later they finally touched ground in San Francisco. They had tried to profile as well as they could by looking at the crime scene photos. So when they arrived at the precinct they knew a lot to help them on their way to solving the case.

"Prentiss, Morgan, you go to the crime scene, JJ and Rossi will go interview the families and Reid and I will stay and work on victimology and geographical profile."

The team split up in different SUVs. Emily smiled to herself for getting teamed up with Morgan. Again. Her previous embarrassment was washed away and suddenly she was filled with new excitement. Lust even. So what? Maybe it was her fault it happened in the gym, hell it will be all her fault the next time too. And this time she would be proud of it.

Derek got into the driver's seat and Emily in the passenger seat. She smiled widely at the man next to her.

"How far is it?" she asked innocently.

"It'll be about 20 minutes unless I really hit the gas," he answered.
Emily smiled. "Then don't!"

"What?" Derek asked, a bit confused, making Emily want him so much more.

"Don't. Hit. The. Gas," she repeated slowly and moved her hand up and down Derek's arm, eyes stuck on his crotch.

"What are you doing?" he asked with a nervousness she'd never heard before.

"Don't worry, babe, I just think you need a little stress reliever," she said, her eyes moving between Derek's eyes and crotch.

"I'm all for this nickname, but what are you..." he paused, his eyes suddenly widening in realization. "No, you can't do that here."

"Then stop me," Emily said and moved her hand to cup Derek's now visible bulge.
She started stroking through the pants, feeling it twitch inside and put more pressure on the pants.

"Fuck, Emily!" Derek hissed. "Do you want me to drive of the road?"

"You won't! As long as you keep both hands on the wheel. If you get any problems you can always pull over."

Emily continued to stroke just for a minute more before deciding to work on his zipper.

"Emily, don't," Morgan protested, but truth was that he wanted it. He wanted to burry himself deep into her throat.

"I know you want this," Emily said as she pulled his hardened member out. "This is all the proof I need."

Derek inhaled a shaky breath as Emily started moving her hand up and down his length, flipping her thumb over the head, precum already oozing out.

"Em, please..."

"Stop?" Emily asked, but continued to moving her hand up and down.

"No..." Derek said and Emily looked at him expectantly. "Please, let me fuck your mouth."

Emily was stunned, but like a good girl she immediately took his entire length inside her mouth, smiling at the sound of Derek's gasp. She held his cock deep in her throat until she was in desperate need of oxygen and then started moving her head up and down, licking away precum on the way up.

Derek closed her eyes tight when he felt Emily's tongue flick over the head of his cock. That until he was reminded that he had to keep his eyes focused on the road.

Emily continued to bob her head up and down, taking him deep down her throat every time and using her tongue to stimulate the head on the way up. By the sound of Derek's moans she knew he liked it.

"Fuck," he hissed and Emily laughed, the vibration from her throat making it feel so much better.

She moved her head up again, releasing his cock with a pop, and then started swirling her tongue over and around it. She licked his entire length up and down, loving the taste of the precum dripping down.

Once more she closed her mouth around his thick member and started bobbing up and down in a much faster pace. His cock barely touched the back of her throat before she moved up and back down again. This went on for about five minutes until Derek suddenly gripped Emily's hair and slowed her down a little.

"I'm going to cum if you continue like that," Derek panted.

Emily released his cock. "Then do! I wanna suck you dry," she said with a wink, referring to their previous texting, and went back down, moving just as fast as before, if not faster.

"Oh God," Derek tried his hardest to concentrate on the road before him and thanked God when he had to stop at a red light.

Emily took him back to her throat one more time and that was all it took for Derek to shoot his hot seeds down Emily's throat. Emily licked up his length and sucked on the head until the last drop was claimed.

Derek started driving again and Emily smiled as she zipped his pants back up and wiped her mouth.

Derek looked at her and shook his head. "You're crazy, you know that?"

"But you love me for that," Emily said with a wink. "And you're welcome by the way."

Derek chuckled, shaking his head again. Three minutes later he pulled up at the crime scene, all previous playfulness wiped away, replaced by two serious agents.

The case took a whole long week to solve, adding a couple more dead bodies on everyone's shoulders. The killer just wouldn't leave a trace and it took so much of them to finally find the lead they'd been looking for that showed them straight to the killer.

They didn't care how late it was, they just wanted to go home and sleep in their own beds so at 11 pm they sat on the jet. Every single one of them had found a place to sleep, but the only one awake was Emily. She had talked to the killer on the third day, never suspecting that as they spoke he had a man tied down in his basement, and now she was beating herself up about it. Hotch had talked to her about it, saying that she shouldn't blame herself and that anyone could've been fooled with his nice personality. In fact, he had flirted with Emily and she had fallen for his charm. There. She admitted it. Her libido was running wild so with the nice compliments she'd been given, she had looked the other way. Why had they sent her in alone to him? If Derek would've been there, or anyone else for that matter, they might've caught the killer a lot sooner.

Emily shook her head and got up from her seat. She needed to clear her thoughts so she strolled back to the bathroom to give her face a nice, cold shower.
She was on her way to close the door when it suddenly opened up again with force and it closed just as quickly behind her colleague and now recently lover.

"What are you...?" she asked confused, but she recognized that hungry look on his face.

"I thought I'd repay you for what you did to me," he said, stepping closer to her until her body was flushed against his.

"Really?" Emily asked in a husky voice.

"You need this," he said and crashed his lips against hers.

She opened her mouth to let his tongue dance with his and helped him get her pants off. He moved his hand and stroke her between her legs through her panties, feeling the wetness that had already soaked them.

Emily impatiently unbuckled his belt and tried pulling his jeans open, moaning as Derek continuously rubbed her clit as he slid her panties down.

"Oh God," she moaned, resting her head on Derek's shoulder and letting go of his jeans. He had inserted two long fingers and kept pumping in and out at a fast pace as his thumb kept rubbing her clit.

Her limbs felt weak and she knew she would reach her orgasm soon, the first of many she hoped. Derek's hand was talented, not like any of her previous lovers. The only ones who had managed to bring her to an orgasm like this was the few experiments she'd had with girls, most of them in college.

"Derek, please..." Emily pleaded.

"Just let go, babe. Come for me!"

And she did. Biting down on his shoulder to not scream, her walls clenching around his fingers, exploding into an orgasm. Derek stroke her clit to make the orgasm last longer and when he finally stopped she fell into his arms, exhausted.

"I got you, babe," he whispered into her ear, watching her catch her breath. "You ready for more?"

Emily looked up at him with the most beautiful expression. "Yes, please... I need you."
She did. This helped her forget so much and made the hate for herself disappear for the time being.

Derek helped to lift Emily up on the counter and let his pants and boxers fall to the ground, his erection finally springing free. Emily looked down at it and smiled seductively, spreading her legs wider.

Derek stepped between them, his length brushing between her slick folds and clit. She moaned quietly and gasped as he entered her slowly. He started moving in and out, taking her ass in his hands to draw her closer.

"Harder, please," she begged between her ragged breathing.

Derek didn't need to be asked twice as he started to pump into her harder and deeper. Emily once again bit down on his shoulder to keep quiet. She held her arms on his huge biceps to steady herself as he continued to slam into her, giving her the most glorious feeling.

He could soon feel her walls clenching around him, telling him that she was about to come so he fastened his pace until finally she exploded around him, dragging the darker agent with her over the edge.

Derek loosened his grip on her and remained inside for a couple of seconds to catch their breaths before he pulled out. He pulled up his jeans and buckled his belt again.
Emily jumped down from from the counter and picked up her clothes from the floor.

"I'm gonna go out first and then you wait a little before you come," Derek told her.

"Come... That's the right choice of word," Emily said with the smirk.

Derek ignored her comment so he wouldn't feel tempted to jump her again. He opened the door slowly and walked out, walking straight to his seat in the far back.

"What were you doing in there?" JJ asked, startling Derek.

"Emily was feeling sad. I was worried about her since she's been blaming herself for all the extra dead men," Derek said easily, not having to lie.

"Is she okay?" JJ asked worriedly.

"I don't know. I think she's better than before. I hate seeing my partner crying," Derek said, adding the crying part probably just to mess with his lover.

"She'll be fine! I'm glad you're looking after her." JJ smiled at him and turned her face at the sound of the bathroom door opening.

"How are you feeling?" JJ asked.

"What?" Emily asked confused.

JJ looked at Derek. "Derek said you were crying. It wasn't your fault Emily, anyone could have made that judgement."

Emily glared at Derek. "I know that now."

She slumped in the seat opposite Derek and if looks could kill, he would be long dead by now. He knew she'd take out revenge on him as soon as they were alone, but hopefully the revenge would turn to his favor.

A/N So how did you like this? Emily will get her revenge on Derek for the excuse he gave JJ, making her seem week! So what and where would be suitable? I have a long list of places where they can do it, but keep suggesting:D

I also threw the fact that Emily has some experience with girls out in the air in case they would like to... ehm... Try new things?;)

I love hearing what you people think! Please tell me:)