A/N I made it! The next chapter is written. This was probably the one I struggled the most with so I hope it's okay. I'd like to thank every single one of you for reviewing/favoriting/putting it on alert, you truly are making my days! Thank you:)

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Chapter 5

Amy had been pissed as hell when Emily canceled on her the next night and therefore not holding onto her end of the bargain. What Emily thought would be a fun reunion when she made the deal, didn't seem as tempting as she remembered what Amy was like. Sure, she gave her pleasure and it was good. For a while. Then Amy was done and it was Derek's turn. She liked it so much better. He didn't treat her like Amy did.

Fuck, she regretted even inviting Amy again, for stooping so low.

Derek shouldn't even want to speak to her again after that, but still he held her afterwards and apologized. One thing she'd never do was to fall for him. No. Never in a million years could she go there again.

Emily got off the elevator and walked into the bullpen. Reid and JJ were already sitting there, doing whatever paperwork needed.

"Hey, Em, how was your day off?" JJ asked with a small smirk.

Emily looked at her friend, wondering about that smile. "Uneventful?" she answered in more of a question.

"I'm sure it was," JJ mumbled as she turned back to her desk.

"Excuse me?"

Did she know something? There was something in her voice that held some kind of amusement. JJ didn't answer Emily either, but she could see a smile on the younger woman's lips. Of course Garcia would have told JJ. That woman loved to gossip.
Emily sat for a good five minutes staring at her blonde colleague before she was snapped out of it by Reid and Derek entering the bullpen.

"Good morning, princess. JJ," Derek said and that earned him both women's attention.

"Good morning to you too," Emily quickly said, moving her eyes between Derek and JJ, who had a knowing smirk on her face.

Narrowing her eyes at the blonde, she grabbed one of the case files on her desk and started working, hoping that maybe they could get another case soon.

It was nearing 7 pm and Emily still had five more case files to go through. The entire day she had been distracted with JJ's knowing looks and comments. When lunch had come around the corner she hadn't thought twice about getting away from there, just to clear her thoughts.

When she sat there now, she wished she would've stayed behind during lunch and worked. Agent after agent piled out of the office and what surprised her the most was when Hotch left before her, saying that he was going to spend the evening with Jack before they'd get another case. Emily was alone.

Another case file was done, leaving four more. She glanced at the clock, 7.30. If she was going home tonight she had to hurry up. Everything went a lot faster now that she was alone though so she knew she could do it within 30 minutes, an hour.

When the clock hit 8.15 pm she closed her file and stood up, completely worn out after the long day. She moved a hand over her neck, willing the tenseness to disappear. With a sigh she leaned over her desk to gather all the files that had somehow scattered across her desk during the course of the day. She turned her head to the side, her left ear meeting her left shoulder, as she reached for the last file and stacked it on her neat pile. There. She was done and so ready to go home.

However, someone had other plans. Suddenly she found herself pressed further into her desk with a leg spreading hers apart. Any other time and day her first instinct would be to fight back, scream, anything, but not now. She knew the body so well. The way his hands held her arms. His broad chest. The feeling of his groin pressing against her ass. The electricity jolting from his touch. And his smell. She could spend ours smelling the sweet aroma of his body.
His hand moved her hair to the side and slowly started to place soft kisses along her neck, waiting a couple of seconds before removing his lips and finding another spot.

Fuck. She couldn't think like that. They would never spend hours together in a row. Unless they spent the entire day making love. No, fucking would be the correct word.

"What are you still doing here?" Emily finally remembered to ask.

"Waiting for you," he whispered and nibbled her ear, sending a shiver through her body.

"I... Didn't hear you come in," she said with a gulp.

"I never left."

He roamed his hands over her body, starting over her arms and continuing to the front, grabbing her breasts roughly and pinched her already erect nipples through the fabric of her blouse.

"Oh God," she exclaimed, throwing her head back and letting it rest on his shoulder.

As her knees began to buckle, she quickly put her hands on her desk to make sure she didn't fall. Her body trembled under his touch and when his left hand slowly made its way down her body, unbuttoning her slacks and continuing down, she almost lost it.

Her breathing got labored as his lean fingers started stroking her center. She was already dripping from her core and knew for sure that her panties was soaking wet. Ready. For him.

When his finger found her throbbing nub she bit her lip hard and let out a strangled moan. God this man could make her feel good. The man she knew she couldn't fall for, but still knew she was slipping. They should've ended it before it got too far. But she just couldn't.

Derek's hand stopped for a second, leaving Emily wondering about what was going on. She turned her head slightly to try and look at Derek who held a mischievous grin on his face. Before she knew what was happening he had managed to pull her slacks down to her ankles and ripped off her panties. Ripped. God, that was hot. And totally unexpected. What had happened to that loving and sweet guy in the hot tub who had held her afterwards? He was gone. But that was what she wanted, wasn't it?

Her legs got spread wider as far as they could go and he pushed her down on the desk, making the neat pile she'd sat up fall to the ground. She didn't care. Her stomach was tingling in expectation and the fact that she couldn't see him made this scene a lot more interesting.

Derek's hand was once again placed on her center and she could feel how perfectly he moved between her slick folds, pushing inside her with first one finger, but soon a second one. Emily let herself moan out loud, not caring to muffle herself. No one was there anywhere. Oh fuck. Except for the security cameras.

Emily exhaled a shaky breath and closed her eyes hard as Derek's thumb started working her clit. Okay, they had already gotten this far, might as well finish it.

"Derek, please..." Emily sighed.

"Please what?" Derek said and she could hear smile in is voice.

"Fuck me, please," she pleaded.

"Sorry, princess, you'll have to wait," he chuckled. "You know what they say: Patience is..."

"Screw patience! I want you to fuck me. I need you now and I know you do too."

His hard-on was pressing against her ass and adding on more and more pressure as it was growing harder.

Derek's hand actually stopped and was taken away. She tried to turn her head slightly sideways, but it was useless. The disability of seeing made her ears perk up at every little sound instead and right now she could hear smacking of lips.

"Mm, you taste so sweet," he said and Emily's stomach tingled even more at the oh so erotic gesture.

The next sound she heard was a belt unbuckling and a sipper being pulled down. Lying face down on the desk without the ability to see made every minute ticking by so much slower.

At last she heard him pull his pants down and soon after that she could feel the bare skin of his cock pressing against her ass. Oh heavenly God. She waited for Derek to make the next move. Her fluids were dripping down her legs and they wouldn't stop either.

"Derek?" she dared to ask when he didn't make a move. She could only hear him shuffling around behind her, but she had no idea why he was stalling.

"Yes?" he said back.

"What's taking so long?" she was panting with need, but still that bastard didn't do anything to please her.

"I'm making myself ready," he said, stroking her firm backside. "I want to fuck you in here."

Emily's eyes widened, but the way her body reacted to those words, heart beat speeding up, the tingling feeling of her anus, and her stomach clenching, she knew she liked the idea.
She nodded quickly, too worked up to say anything. She had only once let another man in there, but it was quite some time ago and she knew that with Derek it would be different.

First thing she felt was his finger making its way inside, stretching her to prepare for Derek's rock hard member. He added a second finger. Emily moaned loudly and pressed herself to him, wanting him to go deeper. And he did.

Emily closed her eyes hard as she tried to control her breathing. His fingers moved skillfully inside her, leaving after a trail of lube and making her ready.

He took out his fingers and soon thereafter she could feel his member moving against her back entrance and slowly pushing himself inside, stretching her to the max. Emily bit her lip hard again. Wow, he was big. But it felt so good. Of course it hurt a little at first but Derek let her adjust to his size as long as she needed.

"Do you always carry around lubricant with you," she asked, her breathing heavy.

"No, this is glue, works just the same," he said, drawing a line down her back.

"What?" Emily's eyes widened in alarm and she was just about to pull away when Derek started laughing.

"Calm down, princess, I was kidding. I just have it in case special occasions like this would show up," he said, calming her down instantly. "So are you ready?"

"Mhmm" she said and slowly he started moving within her.
He was thrusting slowly in and pulled just as slowly out again so just the head of his cock remained inside.

Emily's hands were clenched tightly into two fists and she was moaning with every thrust.

"F-faster," she begged and as soon as the words left her mouth his speed increased. "Oh God."
Derek was panting behind her and the smell of sex was quickly filling the room. Both of their bodies were slick with sweat that only got worse by the second.

He was pounding into her fast and after a strangled request for harder, he had obliged and gone as deep and hard she was allowing him.
Emily screamed as he continued to thrust hard and fast, just like she wanted it.
She could feel her orgasm building up and when Derek moved a hand to circle her throbbing nub, she knew she was close.

Derek's finger dipped between her slick folds and then went back to her clit. That was all it took to send Emily over the edge. Toes curling, stomach clenching, face crunching. He prolonged the orgasm by still working her clit and when she later came out of it she was exhausted and her whole body spent.

Derek didn't stop however. He continued to move within her, asking her if he could go even harder. After the permission was granted he pounded into her backside both faster and harder, getting ready for his own release. His cock was almost completely out when he quickly thrusted deep inside again. This went on for five more thrusts before Derek's balls started scrunching together and his cock was throbbing. He stopped just as the first set hot seeds shot into her, followed by the second and then the third.

"Wow," he panted. He remained inside for a minute before pulling out of her, giving a slap to her backside. "That was great, babe."

Babe? That was different. Not the Derek she was used to.

"Uhm, yes," Emily agreed, hoping that he wouldn't hear the insecurity in her voice.

Derek backed away from her and quickly pulled up his boxers and pants.

"Well, I better get going," he glanced at the clock and nodded.
Emily's eyebrows rose as she turned to him, feeling vulnerable with her nudeness waist down.

"What about the cameras?"

"We'll talk to Garcia about that tomorrow. Be here early," he grinned. "See you in the morning."

With those words he left. Just like that. Not a cuddle afterwards. Not a bunch of soothing words that would make her sleep better in the night. Nothing.

Emily shook her thoughts away, pulling her her slacks up and shoving her ripped panties into her pocket. Once again, she picked up all the files and stacked them in a pile. She took her bag and slowly started to make her way though the bullpen.

Hurt. She felt hurt by the way Derek had acted. But wasn't this what she had wanted? Meaningless, emotionless sex. Yes, that was what she wanted and that was what she had gotten tonight. But somehow when she got into her car the only feeling she has left was emptiness.

As Emily walked into the BAU early the next morning she tried her hardest to walk straight. She was in a great deal of pain, something that had never happened before.

The bullpen was empty when she arrived so she sat down by her desk to wait for Derek and Garcia. They had to have another talk with her and even if it was going to be totally embarrassing they'd rather talk to her than have anyone see their new porn movie. Why couldn't they keep their libidos in check? No, this time it was all Derek's fault. She had planned to finish the paperwork and go home to an empty apartment. Okay, their activity was a lot better than her evening plans.

Shaking her head, she leaned back in the chair, wincing slightly at the pain that radiated through her back.

Derek arrived only minutes later, a big smirk plastered on his face. That smile just annoyed Emily so much more. How could he be so happy about what happened last night when she could barely walk?

"Derek, I swear to God, if you don't wipe that smile off your face I will..."

"Whoa, Princess, did you wake up on the wrong side of bed this morning?" he asked, holding his hands up in a defensive position.

"Oh, fuck you," she said, standing up, but instantly regretting it. Her face contorted in pain and she tried her best to mask it so that Derek wouldn't see it. No such luck.

"Are you okay?" he asked, putting a hand on her shoulder in worry. Oh now was the time to care about her?

She shrugged. "Just a little sore, that's all."

Derek grinned again. "I ran you a little too hard last night, huh?"

"It's okay, I'll be fine," she said.

She was going to continue, but just as she opened her mouth the glass doors opened and Garcia and JJ stepped into the bullpen, laughing at something, but soon stopping short in their tracks when seeing the couple.

"You're here early," JJ commented.

Derek looked at Emily, waiting for her to say something, but she didn't. Instead she just glared at him. He turned back to the blondes and grinned.

"We'd like to talk to you, baby girl," he said.

"Really?" she explained and Emily smiled apologetically. "Then talk."

JJ looked at the couple as Garcia waited for them to admit what they needed help with. Of course both of them knew already, but it was more fun to let them say it out loud.

"In private," Derek said when nobody had moved. He looked pointedly at JJ.

The blonde shook her head as she walked to her desk to sit down. "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't know I was working with two horny teenagers."

A/N So for this chapter I decided to do something different, to mix it up a little. I hope it wasn't too bad;) Here you see that Derek is acting a little... cold? I do have a reason for it of course:P

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