A/N A friend told me she thought the previous chapter was the last one, but it wasn't! This is the last though. I don't have much inspiration for this story so here's the end! :) You can check out my other stories! And I have a couple new ones planned actually. If you have a story idea or pairing I do take requests:)

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Chapter 9

The third date was just as amazing as the last two even if this one had been cut short by a text from JJ. Never in a million years would Emily have thought that Morgan was such a romantic and, if she was honest, cheesy guy. Ever since she started at the BAU she had heard about every woman he'd brought home during the weekends they had off. Were they all a lie or did Morgan have two sides? She couldn't really know for sure.

Wrapping her arms tighter around her body, she stepped out of the car out in the cold. She spotted Derek's car pulling up on the street too and smiled to herself. They didn't want to arrive in the same car in case people would suspect anything. Though most of them already knew. Everyone but Hotch and Reid unless they had figured it out by the way Morgan and Emily had been acting. Before Morgan stepped out of his car, Emily ran up the few steps to Rossi's front door and rang the bell. She didn't have to wait long until the door was thrown open by a colorful blonde who immediately pulled Emily into a tight hug.

"Em, I'm so glad you could make it! I mean it was last minute and all," Garcia said, looking behind the brunette. "Arriving in two different cars, huh?" Garcia raised an eyebrow at her friend.

"Shut up," Emily said, playfully slapping the younger woman on the arm. "Not everyone knows about us, remember?"

"Ah, haven't told bossman yet have we?" Garcia wondered as she closed the door, knowing she would have to open it again soon when Morgan rang the bell.

Emily proceeded into the kitchen and was greeted by Rossi and JJ, who were the only other people who had arrived.

"Where are the others?" she asked as she took the glass of red wine that Rossi handed to her.

"They will be here soon. Hotch needed a sitter and Reid..." Rossi paused, smiling in amusement. "Had to finish his book."

Chuckling at Rossi's words, she could hear the doorbell and Garcia opening for Morgan. When she looked at JJ, she had the exact same look as Garcia did earlier.

"What?" Emily shot JJ a look.

"Oh, nothing, just wondering how come you didn't arrive together when we know you were on a date," JJ said, shrugging.

"And yet you called us over here?" Emily asked astonished.

JJ shrugged, "We thought it was time for a fun night with only the team."

"Is this why Will isn't here?" Emily asked, taking a sip from her wine.

"Yes, that would be correct," she answered, turning slightly to look behind Emily. "Hey, Derek, we were just talking about you two arriving in different cars."

"You were, huh? That's exactly what I told her," Derek said, wrapping his arms around Emily, her back against his chest and placing a kiss on her temple.

"You two are so cute!" Garcia squealed. "Like a perfect match."

Emily raised her eyebrows at her friend, "A perfect match, huh?"

"Oh yes, we've known it from the start," Garcia told them, handing Derek a glass of red.

He just chuckled at his friend as he removed one hand from his girlfriend's stomach to accept the wine. Emily brought a hand to the remaining one and intertwined their fingers, giving his hand a squeeze as she smiled back at their friends who had now changed the topic.

As the team had gotten into a full blown conversation after the dishes were cleared, Emily and Derek felt it was safe to sneak away. The whole point of this night was for them to spend it alone and with Hotch being there, they had been forced to keep their hands off each other. Now they just couldn't take it anymore. Walking out through the backdoor, they looked over the illuminated pool, their hands intertwined as they gazed up to the starry sky.

"Wanna go for a swim?" Emily asked, a smile spreading on her face.

"Without our swimsuits and with the team right inside this house?" Derek asked incredulously.

Emily turned to him, her smile turning mischievous, "Derek, we fucked on the jet and they were even closer there," she said, letting go of his hand and bringing her dress over her head, leaving her in only black thongs. "Besides, Garcia has them all focused on her stories."

Derek nodded in agreement, his eyes roaming over Emily's body as he removed his shirt. The way Emily looked at him made him hurry with his pants and last his boxers. Taking a step forward, Derek crushed his lips against hers, his hands tugging her thongs off. She stepped out of the last piece of clothes and took his hand. Together they walked into the water, the cold doing nothing to cool them down.

As soon as they were in, Derek pushed Emily against the wall of the pool, his lips capturing hers again. Swiping her tongue over his bottom lip, he parted them slightly, letting her tongue intertwine with his. His hand moved to cup her breast, a finger flicking over her erect nipple. Emily moaned into her mouth and arched her back to push herself closer to her boyfriend.

Derek's mouth left her lips, starting a soft trail down her neck. She leaned her head back to give him more access and spread her legs as his cock hardened against her thigh. His right hand moved down to her thigh and lifted her up, letting her throw her legs around his waist. As soon as her ankles were locked behind his lower back, he moved his hand slowly down, stopping just above her pelvis. His mouth kissed down her breasts and his lips encircled one of her nipples.

Emily arched her back again, begging Derek to touch her. She was dripping from her core, her fluids mixing with the water of the pool. Derek smirked as another moan escaped Emily, her head now resting on his shoulder. Her legs clenched around him as his fingers finally brushed against her clitoris. Biting down on his shoulder, she kept herself from screaming as his finger entered her and his thumb continued to work on her clit.

"Derek..." Emily moaned.

"Yes, princess?" Derek said, letting go of her nipple.

"Please... Just..." Emily paused to exhale a shaky breath. "We have to be back soon or people are gonna wonder where we are."

Morgan chuckled, "Whatever you say, princess."

Derek removed his fingers quickly and the tip of his cock rubbed against her clit before dipping inside her opening. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back to look at her. His lips crushed against hers as his hips moved, his length burying deep inside of her.

Their kiss deepened and Emily pulled herself closer to him. Derek started to move, going deeper with every thrust. Their lips parted long enough for them to get some air, but crashed together again.

His movements quickened as he got closer to the edge, his hand circling his girlfriend's clit at the same time so that they both would climax. Her walls clenched around his cock and a minute later her toes curled and stomach tightened as she finally went over the edge. Derek continued to move, drawing out her orgasm and getting himself closer to his own. His cock was throbbing as Emily arched her back and drew him deeper inside. With one last thrust he emptied himself deep inside of her.

"Wow..." Emily let out a breath.

"That's an understatement," Derek smiled at her, pulling out of her slowly and letting go of her. "How did I manage to go so long without this?"

"It was only a couple of days," Emily smiled, shyly, as they started to walk out of the pool.

Derek shook his head, grabbing a towel and wiping his body. Emily did the same before slipping her dress on. As soon as both of them were dressed they started to walk inside, both hoping that Garcia was still talking. Luckily she was so the couple finally allowed themselves to breathe.

The team was still surrounding her, snacking on Lays' sea salted chips and drinking whatever drink they'd chosen.

"Hadn't tried Rossi's pool yet?" A voice beside them said, making them turn to Hotch.

"What's that now?" Emily asked, pretending she had no idea what he was talking about.

"You did do it on the company jet, in the bullpen and in the park," Hotch said, monotonously.

"How did you...?" Emily's eyes widened and exchanged an alarmed look with her lover.

"I'm your boss. It's my job to know," Hotch simply said as he started to walk away. He stopped just when he passed them. "I'm going to pretend that I don't know and trust that whatever relationship you have will not affect work."

"It won't," Derek promised, daring to take Emily's hand.

Hotch went back to the others, leaving the recent couple alone with the reality setting in. They couldn't help the chuckle that escaped them. How Hotch could've known all that was beyond them, but they were happy the secret was out. Now they could finally be a real couple.

A/N I'm sorry if this seemed rush but my muse for this was on vacation! I thought I'd end it with Hotch knowing too:)

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