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geekystudmuffinTitle: A Real Fixer-Upper (4/4)
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innerslytherin and severity_softly
Pairing: Morgan/Prentiss
Rating: NC-17
WC: 32,100
Summary: Morgan has a new house to renovate. He doesn't realize he's going to end up renovating his life right along with it.
Notes: Betaed by the wonderfulresolucidity
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Derek was in a remarkably good mood when he showed up at Emily's apartment to pick her up. He'd debated for a while but decided the bike was too exciting for what he was hoping would be a fun but low-key evening. Consequently he'd gone with nice pants and a button-down shirt that he knew was flattering, dressing up just a little and hoping she'd appreciate the effort. He'd also bought a bouquet of red tulips, figuring she'd like something besides roses.
He rang the bell and waited.
When she opened the door, she smiled and pulled him inside, kissing him before she even said hello. "I've been wanting to do that for days," she admitted.
His arms had gone around her automatically, though he held the flowers to the side so they wouldn't get squished. "Mmm, me too," he said, smiling. "You're so beautiful."
She laughed softly and kissed him again. "Well, you're not so bad yourself." She squeezed him a little tighter, then stepped back. "And you didn't need to bring me flowers," she said, but she looked pretty pleased anyway as she took them and headed to the kitchen.
"I'm not doing things because I need to, I'm doing them because I want to," he said, following her slowly. He looked around, taking in the huge windows at the end of the room. "Nice view."
"Heh. Thanks," she said, glancing over at him as she grabbed a vase and filled it with water.
He waited until she'd set the vase in the middle of the counter, then he moved closer and touched her shoulder. "Emily," he said quietly, "thank you for giving me a chance. For trusting me."
She nodded, then pursed her lips in thought. "You've earned a chance over the last few months," she responded, matching his tone.
He smiled faintly at her. "I can't promise I won't screw up, but one thing I can promise you is I will never cheat on you. I may have trust issues, but I'm faithful."
She smiled back. "To the people you care about. I've always known that," she said, lifting a hand to trace her fingers over his jaw.
He leaned in and kissed her softly, but letting her feel how much he wanted her. "You ready for dinner?"
"Absolutely," she whispered against his lips.
Derek had made reservations, though there hadn't really been a need. It was a Thursday night and the club had good food but wasn't typically too crowded. All the same, he'd thought it was a good precaution, and it had got them a nice table that was just the right distance from the stage, where a jazz quartet was playing. The music wasn't too loud for conversation, but it wasn't drowned out by kitchen noise, either.
He took the seat next to Emily's, instead of across from her, and while he didn't hold her chair for her, he did wait until she sat down.
"Nice place," she said, and ordered a drink when the waiter came over to them and introduced himself. "Come here often?" she teased when he walked away.
"Spencer and I have been here a couple of times. Never been here on a date before." He smiled at her. "I thought I'd try a different sort of date place."
"Well, I feel special." She gazed out at the dance floor, and Morgan wondered if maybe he could convince her to dance. "I can't imagine Reid at a place like this," she added.
"He knows all kinds of stuff about jazz. I suppose it's the influence of that friend of his, the New Orleans musician." He shrugged. "Spencer won't dance with me, either," he said mournfully.
She laughed. "I don't suppose he has any better rhythm than I do."
"Now, see, you don't have to have rhythm if you've got someone leading you who has it." He leaned over, smiling at her. "And I was born with rhythm." He tried the puppy-dog eyes out on her.
She gave him a flat look in return. "I find that difficult to believe. And anyway, I haven't had nearly enough to drink."
"I could fix that, but I think we're expected to be at work tomorrow." He waited a beat, then added, "Oh, hang on, I forgot you're good at working while hung over." He mimicked Rossi's little 'tippling' gesture from Vegas and grinned.
"Drink enough coffee and I can work through just about anything," she said, making a face at him.
He laughed and laced his fingers with hers, just for the pleasure of touching her. "Well, maybe we'll order a bottle of wine, then, and I'll see if I can talk you into dancing later." He winked.
"Mmm, don't get your hopes up," she warned, but she squeezed his hand and ran her thumb along his. It really shouldn't be as exciting as it was for her to touch him like that, but it still seemed a little amazing that she had given in to him.
He sighed and tried to look pathetic, but then the waiter showed up and they hadn't even thought about ordering yet. Derek went with what he usually got when he and Spencer came here, and Emily decided that sounded good. Before the waiter left, Derek asked for a bottle of wine to go with their food.
By the time they were finished with their food, they were both a lot looser than when they'd started eating, and Morgan did his best to pull her out to the dance floor. When she insisted that she had to be drunk, and not just tipsy, to dance, he offered, teasingly, to order another bottle.
She laughed. "I'll tell you what. We don't dance, and instead you finally get an invitation to that hot tub I mentioned."
He pretended to give that some thought, but it didn't take a genius to know that was a good trade. "I guess I can live with that," he said, then leaned in. "Though I have to admit, I didn't bring my sexy black swim trunks." He winked at her.
"I think I have a one piece you could wear," she teased, grinning. Her cheeks were a little flushed. God, she was beautiful.
"Fantastic," he said, deadpan, and kissed her slowly. "We should go, before I give a repeat performance of your date rescue," he murmured.
She made a pleased noise and hooked her hand around his neck to kiss him again. He had a feeling that if it weren't for the half bottle of wine, though, she wouldn't be quite this demonstrative, so he pulled back and gave her hand a little pull to get her out of her seat and moving toward the door.
He liked the way she leaned against him when they got outside. He slid his arm around her shoulders, holding her close. This felt amazingly comfortable, but it didn't really surprise him; they'd known each other for years. It seemed right to be together now.
Her fingers were brushing his hip where her hand had rested by the time they got to the car, and it wasn't much later that they were back at her apartment, where she pressed him against the inside of the door. "Thank you for dinner," she whispered, and gave him a slow, lingering kiss.
He hummed into the kiss, one hand sliding into her hair while the other stroked up and down her back. "I had a great time," he said, and kissed her again.
"Even if I refused to dance?" she asked, stepping back but slipping her hands into his and pulling him away from the door.
He laughed, following her as his heart sped up. "Ah, come on, you know there's nothing I won't forgive you for. Even not dancing."
"Good," she said, and kissed him again.
"Mmm, didn't you promise me a hot tub if I didn't make you dance?" he murmured, brushing his lips in tiny almost-kisses along her cheek over to her ear. "I am dying to see a little more of your skin," he whispered.
She sucked in a breath at that, then shivered. He wasn't sure if it was in response to his kisses or his words, but he loved it either way. "Okay," she whispered. "Are you skinny dipping, then?" Her hands slid up under his shirt and pushed up, drawing his shirt up and over his head.
He kept his gaze on her face, knowing his expression was warm, as he rested a hand against her belly. "That's up to you, isn't it, Em?" he asked, his voice low.
"Not really, considering that's pretty much the only option, since I'm not making you get in clothed," she said, and bit her lip. "Come on," she said, and pulled him towards the stairs.
He followed, feeling like his heart had jumped up into his throat. Or maybe it was his stomach. He hadn't felt this nervous on a date in years. But this one mattered in a way few dates had ever mattered to him. This was Emily, and if he messed this up, he knew he would never forgive himself.
He felt short of breath when they got upstairs and she turned to look at him, backing away and pulling him after her. Her dark eyes were fixed on his, and Derek thought this must be one of the sexiest moments in his life. He literally couldn't look away from her.
"So... what's your decision," she murmured. "I'm wearing a swimsuit, so you know." She bit her lip and looked down as she got to the edge of the hot tub, then sat and waited for an answer before turning it on.
"Oh, damn," he said, which was a heartfelt sentiment, even if he said it jokingly. "I don't know, you wouldn't take advantage of a naked guy in your hot tub, would you? Maybe I oughta keep my boxers on, protect my virtue."
She laughed and turned the water on. "What virtue?" she said, her tone flat, and then she gave him an amused look. She stood and kissed him, too briefly, then walked out of the room. "I'll be right back."
He was still clutching his chest in mock hurt when she left. With a sigh, he started skinning out of his clothes, folding them neatly and placing them to the side. When he got to his boxers, he paused, debating. He was still standing in his boxers when he heard her voice behind him.
"Still haven't decided?" she asked. He turned around to see her standing in the doorway in a baby blue bikini, looking a little more awkward now that she was mostly exposed. Her eyes were steady on him, though, so he wasn't worried. He knew she'd said she was awkward around men, and this was the first time he'd seen her like this.
He gave her a small smile, doing his best to keep his gaze on her face, though he couldn't resist a quick, appreciative once-over. "Well, I didn't really wanna stand in the middle of the room buck naked while I waited for you," he said, and then cleared his throat. Her awkwardness was cute, but it also made him feel, bizarrely, almost a tiny bit shy. "Turn around."
"I'm going to shove you in," she said.
He gave her a shocked look, then sighed heavily. "Fine, fine, I'll get naked for you." He grinned, keeping his gaze on hers, and slid his boxers down off his hips, letting them fall to the floor. He did his best not to let his grin turn too smug when her gaze flickered down and her cheeks colored. He wasn't sure he was successful. "You want me to get in ahead of you so you get a good look at my backside, too?"
She licked her lips, then drew in a slow breath. "Um..." she started. "God, this is sort of strange," she said. "I don't think I ever expected to see any of my team mates naked." After a moment, she smiled at him. "Ah, well, not that I'm complaining."
He tried to school his expression back into something more reassuring. "Hey, Em, this is just me, okay? A guy who's not gonna be scared because you carry a gun and read Kurt Vonnegut. A guy who thinks you're probably the smartest woman I know, not to mention the sexiest." He held out a hand to her, tilting his head back towards the tub. "A guy who, quite honestly, is head over heels crazy about you."
Her lips parted, like she was surprised he'd said that, but then she bit her lip and took his hand. "I said I wasn't complaining," she said and kissed him, then moved to get in the tub.
He decided, since he was standing around naked and getting hard, that it was okay for him to ogle her ass as she climbed in. She'd got an eyeful of her own, after all. He climbed in after her and hesitated, then moved to kiss her softly.
"I am crazy about you, Emily," he whispered.
"Mmm," she hummed, then kissed him again, he arms sliding around him and pulling his closer. "I'm glad," she murmured against his lips. "I'm pretty fond of you too."
He hummed in amusement and lifted a hand to cup her cheek. "Good to know." He stroked his thumb against her skin, studying her face for a long moment, taking in the dilated pupils in her gorgeous dark eyes, the way her lips were slightly parted. "God, you're perfect," he breathed, and kissed her hungrily.
She hummed again and shook her head, but only kissed him harder, her hands traveling down his back. She stroked her hand against the small of his back under water, her fingertips teasing. Then her hand slid lower and she squeezed his ass, humming an almost laugh at the noise he made in response.
"Nn, woman, you make it hard to behave myself," he said breathlessly. He ducked his head to kiss the spot under her ear that he'd already discovered would make her squeal.
She made a quiet high-pitched noise, and squirmed a little. In the process, she slid her leg around his and pulled him closer. "Maybe I don't want you to," she breathed
"Is that so?" He stroked a hand down her arm, then let it fall to her side. It was a weird feeling, but he'd spent so much time trying to show her he wanted more than just sex from her...that now that he was allowed to get physical, he was having a hard time believing it was okay. He brushed his knuckles along her skin, letting them skim the curve of her breast as he kissed her mouth again.
She drew in a slow breath, watching his face as he touched her. "That's so," she said, but it sounded off. Morgan paused, unsure why until she spoke again. "Is this okay?" she asked, apparently having sensed his hesitation.
He licked his lips and drew an unsteady breath. "Em, I want this so much," he whispered. He lifted his hand to trace down from her collarbone to the top of her bikini. "I just..." He half smiled and looked up to meet her gaze. "I feel like I need permission to touch you like this." He hoped she would understand, because he wasn't even sure he understood.
But her expression just went slightly confused and unsure. "Didn't I already give that?" she breathed. "I'm not... made out of porcelain."
"I know that, gorgeous," he said, and kissed her again. "I just..." He shook his head. "I guess I'm afraid that I'm gonna screw up somehow. Maybe I'm just scared." He made a self-deprecating face and kissed her. "Please, just hit me if I fuck up, okay?"
She watched him for a moment, tilting her head at him. He couldn't read her expression, but she leaned in to kiss him slowly. "Derek," she whispered against his lips. "I'm not very good at being forward, but you're... making me..." She shook her head, then finished quickly, "You're going to screw up if you don't show me how much you want me before I lose confidence in doing this."
As soon as he realized what she was saying, a rush of heat went through him. He exhaled shakily and stared at her for a moment, letting his sudden hunger show. "God, Emily," he breathed, and then surged forward to kiss her, really kiss her, as his hands went to her hips to pull her closer.
She made a pleased noise that melted into a little moan, and that went straight to his cock. Her arms slid around him again, and then their bodies were flush, moving easily in the water. "Better," she murmured, and nipped at his jaw.
He just groaned and slid one hand down to cup her ass and keep her against him, feeling another surge of pleasure. "I want you so much," he gasped. He kissed her demandingly but didn't give her time to meet the kiss before he shifted her back enough that he could plant a row of kisses down the side of her neck. "You're beautiful," he murmured, nibbling gently at her skin. "Sexy." He kissed his way down to suck at her collarbone, careful not to make a mark. "Powerful," he whispered against her skin.
"God, Derek," she murmured, shifting into the touch of his mouth. His fingers teased under the back of her bikini top, stroking across her skin as she wrapped her legs around him. He automatically rolled his hips against her, and she gasped. "Yes."
She felt incredible pressed against him like this. Derek made a hungry noise and slid one hand down to trace along her bikini bottom. He wanted to show her how much pleasure he could give her, but he was enjoying the contact of their bodies too much. Not to mention she seemed to like him where he was. He rocked against her again, groaning faintly at the pleasure it sent rushing through him.
"Still can't believe you want me like this," Emily breathed, as he kissed his way back up her neck to her ear. He slipped his fingers and hands under the fabric covering her ass and squeezed gently.
"God, yes," he murmured, pulling her closer. "How can you not realize how utterly desirable you are? Emily. Princess." He caught himself. "Goddess?" He kissed her nose. "There's got to be something I can call you that won't make you think of your dad."
"Whatever it is, I'd rather not even mention my dad right now," she said, giving him a look.
He chuckled and kissed her again. "See," he murmured, kissing her ear, "I want something I can call you at work." He licked along the shell of her ear, pleased at the way she shivered. "Something that we know is because I want to worship you body and soul." He nibbled softly. "But that the team thinks is as innocent as callin' Spencer Pretty Boy." He shifted back, pulling her with him and into his lap.
"Can we figure it out later, or do you have to know now?" she asked, but her expression was softening as he slid his hands over her ass again, pushing the top of her bikini down just a little, just enough to tease as his fingers traced her skin.
"Oh, did you have something else in mind besides talking?" he teased, and kissed her again. "You have a fantastic body, Ms. FBI." He squeezed her ass gently, then stroked his hand up her leg, tracing the edge of the fabric at the crease of her thigh. Then he slid up to press his palm against her flat stomach, letting his thumb just brush teasingly down outside the front of her suit.
She sucked in a breath and leaned in to kiss him, stroking her hands down his sides. His touch seemed to embolden her a little, and her fingers brushed over his hips, tracing the line of muscle that lead to his groin. "Ms. FBI doesn't work either," she murmured, her voice somewhere between breathy and teasing.
He gave her a breathless smile and slid his other hand up to cup her breast, circling his thumb over her nipple as they kissed again. "God, I want to make you feel so much, Emily," he breathed between kisses. "I want to please you."
She bit her lips and sucked in a breath as he pinched lightly at the hardening nub. "Yes," she panted. "Derek." She drew her hand up his stomach, and reached back with her other hand to pull the bow her bikini was tied with in the back open. She left it loose around her, though, letting him choose to take him up on the unspoken offer if he wanted as she kissed his neck.
He let out a hungry noise and untied the neck, letting her top fall into the water. "Oh, gorgeous," he whispered, caressing her gently, then leaning down to kiss the swell of one breast while his fingers teased at her other nipple. He couldn't catch his breath. She was so wonderful, and she was offering herself to him.
She shifted a little to her knees where he was sitting, letting him taste more of her without having to dip under the water. When his lips met her nipple, she gasped and moaned, sending a jolt of want through Morgan that went straight to his cock, both at the way she responded and the feel of her under his tongue.
She caressed the back of his head, encouraging him as he moved to the other breast, little whimpers of pleasure slipping from her.
He groaned and sucked, then closed his teeth gently on her nipple before he went back to licking. She arched against him, sending a thrill through his whole body. God, he wanted her. She was magnificent, such a perfect blend of sexy and shy. He slid his hand down to nudge aside her bikini bottom, slowly enough that she could stop him if she wanted, his fingers seeking the warmth of her folds.
Her breath went ragged before he'd even really touched her, her fingers curling against his skin for a moment. She didn't stop him. Instead she leaned in and kissed him with hunger as his fingers slid over her clit, moaning against his mouth. "God, Derek!" she panted. It was encouragement enough, and he swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest as he pulled one of the bows at her hip open. She pulled at the other in response, and the remaining fabric covering her slipped away in the water.
"Sexy," he whispered, exploring slowly with his fingers, trying to see what made her shudder with pleasure and what elicited whimpers and moans. He kissed her mouth and jaw almost absently as he studied her expressions, excited by her enjoyment of his touch.
"Mmhmm," she whimpered, then shifted lower in the water a little. Then her fingers were trailing over his cock, her thumb sliding over his slit.
"God!" He shuddered at the jolt of pleasure her hand sent through him. "Oh, God, Emily." She was so hard to resist; he kept reminding himself they needed to be careful. He leaned down to kiss her breasts again, his breath gusting against her skin. Once his fingers found the right spots, he added a little more pressure, moving faster. It was incredible, the way she was reacting to him.
Her fingers tightened on him, stroking now as she gasped and writhed under his touch. "Want you," she panted. She moved her hand and curled her fingers around his wrist. Then she kissed him hard, all the desire and want she was feeling pouring into it. "Derek... Mmm," she hummed and kissed him again, her breath hard and heavy.
"Nnnh, sweetheart, yes," he gasped. "But I don't have anything with me." He kissed her hungrily and stroked his free hand up her side. "This is fine, baby. We have time for more later."
"Baby," she repeated, but just watched him for a moment, licking her lips and looking unsure again.
Shit, he hadn't meant to call her 'baby'. He kissed her. "Okay, not baby," he murmured. "Emily, I want you like nothing I've ever wanted before, but I don't have a condom. I'm not saying kids are out of the question, but I think we oughta wait for a while, don't you?"
She snorted. "I'm not desperate enough to want that on the first date," she said. "Or even the second." he could tell she was teasing then, but her voice was a little flat. "You know, women these days do sometimes know a little about taking care of their own protection."
"Hey, give me a little credit for being responsible?" he asked, telling himself not to get defensive. He took a breath and kissed her, then stood without another word and climbed out of the tub. "Not in the hot tub," he said, gazing warmly at her. He knew damn well she could see how much he wanted her, and he was more than okay with that, because he could tell she wanted him, too. He wouldn't have pushed her for this, and she knew it. She was inviting. She trusted him.
After a moment she nodded and stood, flipping the water off. He slid an arm around her and kissed her before she climbed out. Her arms went around his neck automatically and he felt a happy little thrill. Without any warning, he curled an arm behind her knees and lifted her into his arms. She let out a tiny yelp of surprise as he turned and carried her towards the bed.
"Wait!" she exclaimed, laughing, and snatched two towels off the rack as they passed it. "We're dripping," she pointed out, them slung one of the towels over his head.
He grinned and shook his head until he could see again. "Who cares?" he murmured, but he set her down just short of the bed and ran the towel down one of her arms.
"I don't need to soak my mattress," she said, and took the towel to dry herself off. A moment later she seemed to realize she was wasn't hidden in water anymore, and when she looked up at him she was half covering herself. She tilted her head, studying him, and then smiled faintly and reached up to touch his cheek.
"You are so beautiful," he murmured, stepping closer to her and kissing her gently. He tried not to drip on her, though, since he'd been completely occupied with staring at her instead of drying himself off.
She made a happy noise and wrapped the second towel around him as she titled her chin up and deepened the kiss. "Thank you," she whispered, drying him off.
He grinned and tugged at her towel. "Bed," he murmured, settling his hands at her hips and nudging her gently backwards. "We're dry enough."
She drew in a deep breath, then climbed back onto the bed, and when she was stretched out in front of him, he couldn't help but look at her, tracing the long pale lines of her hips and legs. She gave him a slightly shy smile, and he followed her onto the bed, ducking to kiss her raised knee along the way to her lips.
"Emily," he murmured, brushing his lips against hers in an almost-kiss. His hand stroked up from her hip along her side to caress one breast. "God, you're amazing. I almost can't believe this is happening." He smiled and kissed her deeply, his thumb stroking over her nipple.
"I know," she whispered, as her hands traced down his side. She stroked over his stomach, and then her fingers brushed lightly, teasingly over his cock. He let out a quiet noise of want, then rolled her nipple between his fingertips, enjoying the way she arched under his touch.
"I want you so much," he murmured, and kissed down her neck. He nibbled gently, then sucked the skin on her shoulder. His body was racing with desire, and her light touches were just inflaming him more.
"Yes," she said, her touch only slightly more firm, and then her hands were roaming his torso. He shifted down just enough to take her breast in his mouth, and sucked lightly. "God," she gasped, squirming under him, her fingers curling in to his skin.
He hummed in satisfaction, flicking his tongue across her nipple. His hand slid down to tease her inner thigh as she whimpered faintly.
"Morgan-- Derek," she gasped, pulling his closer, her free hand resting on the back of his head. "Want you."
He shifted his attention to her other breast, licking and sucking eagerly. "Emily," he murmured. He kissed her skin, then lifted his head to look at her face. "Emily," he repeated, shifting against her, stroking his hand down to lift her knee and let him settle down between her legs. "So sexy." He kissed her. "Need a condom."
She nodded. "I know," she said, and moved to get into her nightstand, pulling out an unopened box. Morgan couldn't help but feel a little surge of victory that apparently he was the only one who'd had her recently, and he kissed her gently as she pulled the box open and handed him a packet.
Of course, it had been a hell of a long time for him, too. He tore open the wrapper and unrolled the condom onto himself, breathing fast. When he looked back up at her, she was watching his hands. "Hey," he murmured quietly. "I've always been careful." He lifted a hand to touch her cheek as he leaned in and kissed her. "And I haven't been with anyone since the last time I tested clean. I've been spending all my time wanting someone I wasn't sure I could even have."
She smiled and kissed him again, humming a pleased noise against his lips. "You can have," she whispered, sliding a leg around one of his, her hands roaming his back.
He exhaled a shaky breath and kissed her hungrily, shifting so his erection teased at her folds without actually pressing inside. "I've wanted you so much," he whispered, stroking a hand over her skin. "Need you."
"Derek," she murmured, sliding her hands down to his ass and squeezing. "Fuck me."
Her words sent a shock of desire through him. "God, yes," he breathed. He leaned in for another hungry kiss, positioning himself. His mouth skated against hers as he pressed inside, his breath catching at the rush of pleasure.
She gasped, then let out a long moan, sliding a leg up and over his hip. "Mmm, Derek," she panted, then pulled him down for another needy kiss, her hands sliding up to hold him in the kiss as she rocked her hips up to meet his slow thrusts. He was fighting to keep his mind from shutting off and thrusting into her mindlessly. She wasn't some one night stand. But her hands and lips were encouraging him, wanting more.
He stroked a hand down to her hip, pulling her tighter against him. "So good," he managed, and kissed her again. He loved how they were sharing each other's breaths, how his heart was pounding in his chest. She felt so warm and tight around him. He let his lips run across her cheek, breathing in her scent. "Emily."
"Derek, please," she insisted, pulling him to her more.
"Waited so long for you," he panted, slipping a hand between them to search out her clit again, stroking slowly in counterpoint to the increasing pace of his thrusts. "Been going out of my mind wanting you."
She gasped and arched under him, letting out a little whimper. "God, me too," she managed. "Yes."
"You're so damn sexy," he breathed, paying attention to what made her react the most. She felt so good, it was all he could do not to lose himself in her body. "Sexy Emily." He kissed her hungrily, his thrusts growing more forceful as they moved together.
They were driving little noises of pleasure out of her, and she slid her hand down to his ass and squeezed. "Mmm, Derek," she moaned, and he couldn't take his eyes off of her, the way her face had fallen into lines of need.
He relished the way she was holding him, her body arching under his. He kissed his way along her jaw, then buried his face against her neck for a moment. "Fuck," he gasped, his pleasure building quickly. He was afraid he wasn't going to last long, and he tried to concentrate on holding out as long as possible. But she was so eager and enthusiastic, and that expression on her face was so damn exciting...
"God," he panted, staring hungrily at her. "Perfect."
"Derek," she panted, her leg sliding higher on his hip. "Needed this. Needed you." Her words dissolved into louder moans as he sped up, and she bit her lip, pressing her head back against her pillow. He ran his tongue along her neck as his body started to tighten, humming with need.
It was so good to hear her admit that she needed him. Those words stayed in his mind as he drove into her more quickly, abandoning speech for gasps and moans of his own. They clutched at each other almost in a sort of desperate need as climax approached. He could feel his muscles tighten, his limbs trembling as the flood of pleasure built inside him, and then he cried out as he came, holding her tightly.
She let out a quiet noise and stroked a hand up his back, then tightened her arms around him, panting against his ear. "Mmm," he said, then kissed his cheek. "You're wonderful," she added, and he could tell she was smiling by the sound of her voice.
He smiled breathlessly. "'m glad you finally realized that," he mumbled, kissing her neck. After a moment he recovered enough to pay attention to her needs again, and he began to move his hand as he shifted away. He kissed his way down her stomach, then replaced his fingers with his mouth, licking and sucking eagerly.
She cried out, shifting against his mouth, her hips rocking slightly, and he founds himself smiling faintly as he laved his tongue over her clit. He slid a hand up to massage her breast, and she ran her hand over the top of his, encouraging him as he squeezed gently.
God, she was so amazing, being with her like this, bringing her this pleasure, was so much better than any of the random hookups or even casual relationships he'd had in the past. This was Emily, who had worked beside him and played beside him and listened to him... He slid one finger gently inside to massage her lightly as he tasted her. He wanted to give her everything she needed.
When he crooked his finger, she cried out quietly, so he did it again and then she was writhing against the mattress. Her hand found the top of his head, resting there. "God, don't stop," she ordered, her voice low and wanton.
He obeyed, pleased to get that reaction from her. The noises she made grew higher in pitch, and then he could feel her muscles spasming as her breathing went completely ragged. He kept licking until he thought she sounded like it was getting to be too much, then pulled away, kissing her thigh and then resting his cheek against her hip.
"God, you're so sexy, Emily," he murmured.
"Mmm," she replied, looking utterly pleased. A faint smile was curling her lips and her eyes were closed, but she was stroking the top of his head lazily. After a moment, she nudged his shoulder. "C'mere."
He grinned and crawled up the bed to stretch out next to her, wrapping his arms around her. She was so beautiful, so utterly wonderful. He knew he had it bad, but he didn't care. He'd known that for months now. "Thank you," he whispered after a moment. She felt so good in his arms.
Her smile turned into grin and she started laughing softly, opening her eyes to look at him. "Are you thanking me for sex?" she murmured, wrapping her arms around him.
He made a wry face. "I suppose technically, yes, but you know damn well what I meant." He kissed her again, trying to stop her laughter.
It didn't really work, and honestly, it was good to see her like this. She seemed happier than she had in a while, and Derek felt a surge of pride that he'd helped do that. Then again, she'd done as much for him.
"I know," she said after a moment. "You're welcome, but you really did all the hard stuff yourself."
"Hmm." He stroked a knuckle along her cheek. "You gave me a chance. And the motivation." He glanced down along her body, ogling her openly, then grinned. "Lots of motivation."
"Mnn," she hummed, and reached down to drag the blanket at the end of the bed over her. She still looked amused, though.
"Aw, that was a good view," he said, wrapping his arms around her more tightly and snuggling against her. He couldn't quite wipe the smile off his face.
She hummed and kissed his neck. "That won't be the last time you see it."
He chuckled. "I'm very glad to hear that."
***
Moving day finally rolled around and Derek could hardly believe it. This house renovation had been going on for so long, and had so intimately impacted his relationships with his co-workers, that it hardly seemed possible that it was finished. Of course there were a few things he hadn't finished, like trim in one room and the wiring in another...but they were rooms he wasn't going to be using right away, anyway.
They'd nearly finished loading up the moving van, and Clooney was racing around the back yard barking at the top of his lungs. Reid and Garcia were checking the rooms for anything that might have been left in closets or anything. Dave had offered to put Clooney's cage in the back of his truck, so Derek supposed he was doing that. JJ was somewhere feeding Henry, and Hotch and Will were out on the drive securing the load in the van.
Derek wasn't sure what had happened to Emily.
After a he'd looked for a while, he finally noticed that Clooney had stopped barking, so he went outside to find her tossing a ball for him. Of course, she was making faces at the drool covered ball every time she took it, but it was still cute.
She glanced back when she heard the sliding glass door, and smiled. "Everyone else is pretty much taking care of things. I figured I'd spare your neighbors from the constant barking."
"Not to mention the fact that you know Clooney would just bite Spencer if he came out here." Derek grinned at her. "Have I ever told you how much I love it when you pull your hair back like that?" It was in that messy ponytail he only ever saw when she was working on the house. Clooney came over and jumped up to greet him, then went back to Emily and barked once.
She laughed at the dog and threw the ball all the way across the yard. He couldn't help but notice the way her shirt rode up and exposed a strip of skin at her waist when she did. "Okay," she said, grinning. "You like it when I'm a mess, apparently?"
"Hmm. I like it when you're all casual and I know it's 'cause you're comfortable hangin' out with me." He wanted nothing more right now than to kiss her. Of course, they were still keeping a low profile around the team, even if Spencer and Penelope both knew about them.
She smiled and reached out to squeeze his hand, then Clooney was back and she took the ball. "Yurgh. We need to work on this drool thing, buddy," she told him, and threw the ball again.
"I promise, I'll stop," Derek said, and dodged, laughing, when she smacked at him. "Hey, I think we're about ready to take off over to the other house," he said. "Wanna help get Clooney in the back of Dave's truck?"
"The back?" she asked, then scratched Clooney's ears when he came back. "You wanna go for a ride with me and Uncle Dave?" she asked him excitedly. The answer was a resounding yes as Clooney woofed and jumped around. "You in the moving van with Hotch?" she asked, glancing up at Morgan.
"Yeah," he said. "Clooney's cage is in the truck. I wasn't sure he wouldn't jump out otherwise. And then when we get everything moved in, I'll kick out the rest of them so you can arrange my house to your heart's content." He winked at her. "All but the TV room."
"I get to arrange your house?" she said. "You're too trusting." She glanced behind him, through the glass doors, then leaned up to steal a kiss. At the exact moment Spencer poked his head around the gate.
"I think everything's-- oh. Sorry." Spencer looked at the ground. "Everything's ready to go."
"Thanks, Reid," Emily said, pulling away. When Spencer disappeared, she looked up at Morgan. "Well, at least it wasn't Hotch." She glanced down at Clooney. "Come on, boy! Let's go see if Dave will let you ride in the cab with us!"
Derek laughed. "Good luck with that," he said, and tugged gently at her ponytail before heading around the side of the house with her. Within a few short minutes they'd arranged transportation for everyone to get to the other house and they were on their way.
Derek had called the pizza order in earlier, and Spencer and Penelope went to pick up the pizzas and the beer, so when they got to the house, they set up in the kitchen to eat lunch. Derek stood by the butler's pantry and watched everyone grabbing their food. He couldn't seem to stop grinning at everyone. There was almost too much good in his life now. He didn't know how to deal with it.
It took a couple of hours for everything to get unloaded, and Garcia chattered at them all about how they should 'screw unpacking and just build forts instead'. Reid thought it was a brilliant plan, and then bored everyone for about twenty-five minutes talking about wars, and the different types of forts built during several of them, and how they could recreate some of them with boxes, until Derek put him on attic duty when Dave finally started to look annoyed.
Of course, that meant that eventually Dave disappeared, and Derek had a feeling he'd gone up to the attic as well. He really hoped he didn't go up and find them making out in Emily's room. With a sigh, he finished carrying the last of the master bedroom boxes up to the second floor, then leaned on the door frame and surveyed the room. Maybe it was brave of him to let Emily arrange his house, but one of these days he was going to talk to her about moving in, so he figured it would be easier to let her have free rein now.
He tensed a little when arms went around his waist, but then Emily murmured, "Shut the door." He moved further into the room and let her close it behind him. Then he turned to face her and wrapped his arms around her.
"Hi," he said, smiling.
"Hi," she said back. "Don't go in 'my room' right now."
"Oops. Interrupt something, did ya?" He kissed her softly. "I had a feeling Dave had gone upstairs."
"He did." Emily leaned up and kissed him, then drew back. "I didn't exactly interrupt. I got half way up the stairs and heard something that really didn't sound like boxes being unpacked." She kissed him again. "And I got jealous, so I figured I should come corner you in the bedroom."
Derek snorted. "God, I really don't wanna know." He slid a hand down her back to cup her ass and pull her closer. "Too bad I don't have the bed set up yet," he teased, kissing her again.
"I'm not opposed to the floor and your door has a lock," she teased back, but her voice had a sort of breathy quality.
"Mmm, I dunno, it's pretty risky, with everyone here." Derek trailed kisses down the side of her neck, holding her close. "The minute we got too involved, someone would decide they needed me to tell them where some box goes."
Emily was already sliding her hands under Morgan's shirt, though. "Be quick. Do you have a condom?"
Her words sent a thrill through him. "Oh, you know I do," he murmured, and kissed her hungrily, then went for the nightstand, which hopefully had made it up here with the contents of its drawers intact.
When he turned around, she was in her bra and jeans, watching him. He grinned and threw his shirt on the floor, then backed her against the outside wall, where hopefully no one would hear them.
They were out of their pants in just a few short seconds, and he slid the condom on. Then he lifted her leg and took her, and they were lost in each other's bodies, panting and swallowing little noises of pleasure. And, God, it was more exciting than it should be, knowing they could get caught.
It didn't take either of them long, and then Derek slumped against her, holding her up, as they tried to catch their breath. "You're so amazing," he whispered, brushing his knuckles down her cheek. "Every time I think I realize how lucky I am, you show me that I'm even luckier than I thought." He kissed her slowly, then shifted away so they could put themselves back together.
"Oh, God, we need to do that again," she said, and started to pull on her clothes. "We should probably separate for a bit. Mingle," she teased.
"Mingle," he said, and snorted. He looked around, frowning, for something to do with the condom. "I haven't unpacked any trash cans yet," he said, and ended up wrapping it in a Kleenex and sticking it in a plastic bag. "See if you can make enough noise to get Spencer and his boyfriend to wrap up whatever they're up to." He tugged on his clothes and then kissed her again.
She laughed, then wrapped her arms around him for a deeper kiss. "Sounds like a plan," she murmured.
He was relieved when everyone except Emily took off. He'd appreciated their help, but he was exhausted, and he really just wanted to get the bed put together and see if Emily was interested in sharing the shower and then spending the night.
Clooney had spent much of the afternoon running around the house and the fenced-in backyard. Now he was curled up at the foot of the stairs, clearly waiting for someone to go upstairs so he could accompany them. Emily was clearing up some of the mess in the kitchen when Derek found her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back against his chest, kissing her neck.
"Thank you for all your help today," he murmured.
"'m glad to do it," she said, leaning into his embrace. "I'm glad you kept this house."
He smiled. "Might not have, if it hadn't been for you." He nuzzled her ear. "I suppose you'd accuse me of being overly dramatic if I said you've changed my life." He curled his fingers at her side and closed his eyes.
She turned her head towards him, and he could feel her smile. "No. I'd say I know I did." She stroked a hand over his arm. "That worries me a little sometimes," she added after a moment.
"Worries you?" Derek laughed. "You oughta feel pretty proud of yourself." He opened his eyes long enough to kiss her, then buried his face in her hair and breathed in. "You smell dusty."
She laughed suddenly, then elbowed him lightly in the ribs. "Hey, I may be older than you, but I get around okay."
"Oof!" he complained teasingly, rubbing his ribs. "Mmm, just barely older," he murmured. "I think you ought to leave all that as it is and come upstairs with me. Have a shower...I could wash your hair..." He grinned. "Maybe have a little fun..." He slid a hand down to pinch her ass gently.
"But we've already had sex today," she complained, but she was grinning and nudging him towards the stairs anyway.
Derek laughed and pulled away, taking her hand. "I never thought I'd be given an excuse to not have sex." Clooney jumped up when they got to the stairs and raced up ahead of them. "I'm glad I installed the dual shower heads in the master bath."
"Oh, so am I," she said, turning and drawing his arms around her as they walked. Oh, he could definitely get used to this. He had it so bad. Of course, he'd already known that, but over the past few months he felt like he was starting a new chapter of his life, and having her here tonight, on the first night in a new house, only reinforced that feeling.
He was really looking forward to seeing what the future had in store.
Authors:
innerslytherin and severity_softlyPairing: Morgan/Prentiss
Rating: NC-17
WC: 32,100
Summary: Morgan has a new house to renovate. He doesn't realize he's going to end up renovating his life right along with it.
Notes: Betaed by the wonderful
resolucidityPart One
Part Two
Part Three
Derek was in a remarkably good mood when he showed up at Emily's apartment to pick her up. He'd debated for a while but decided the bike was too exciting for what he was hoping would be a fun but low-key evening. Consequently he'd gone with nice pants and a button-down shirt that he knew was flattering, dressing up just a little and hoping she'd appreciate the effort. He'd also bought a bouquet of red tulips, figuring she'd like something besides roses.
He rang the bell and waited.
When she opened the door, she smiled and pulled him inside, kissing him before she even said hello. "I've been wanting to do that for days," she admitted.
His arms had gone around her automatically, though he held the flowers to the side so they wouldn't get squished. "Mmm, me too," he said, smiling. "You're so beautiful."
She laughed softly and kissed him again. "Well, you're not so bad yourself." She squeezed him a little tighter, then stepped back. "And you didn't need to bring me flowers," she said, but she looked pretty pleased anyway as she took them and headed to the kitchen.
"I'm not doing things because I need to, I'm doing them because I want to," he said, following her slowly. He looked around, taking in the huge windows at the end of the room. "Nice view."
"Heh. Thanks," she said, glancing over at him as she grabbed a vase and filled it with water.
He waited until she'd set the vase in the middle of the counter, then he moved closer and touched her shoulder. "Emily," he said quietly, "thank you for giving me a chance. For trusting me."
She nodded, then pursed her lips in thought. "You've earned a chance over the last few months," she responded, matching his tone.
He smiled faintly at her. "I can't promise I won't screw up, but one thing I can promise you is I will never cheat on you. I may have trust issues, but I'm faithful."
She smiled back. "To the people you care about. I've always known that," she said, lifting a hand to trace her fingers over his jaw.
He leaned in and kissed her softly, but letting her feel how much he wanted her. "You ready for dinner?"
"Absolutely," she whispered against his lips.
Derek had made reservations, though there hadn't really been a need. It was a Thursday night and the club had good food but wasn't typically too crowded. All the same, he'd thought it was a good precaution, and it had got them a nice table that was just the right distance from the stage, where a jazz quartet was playing. The music wasn't too loud for conversation, but it wasn't drowned out by kitchen noise, either.
He took the seat next to Emily's, instead of across from her, and while he didn't hold her chair for her, he did wait until she sat down.
"Nice place," she said, and ordered a drink when the waiter came over to them and introduced himself. "Come here often?" she teased when he walked away.
"Spencer and I have been here a couple of times. Never been here on a date before." He smiled at her. "I thought I'd try a different sort of date place."
"Well, I feel special." She gazed out at the dance floor, and Morgan wondered if maybe he could convince her to dance. "I can't imagine Reid at a place like this," she added.
"He knows all kinds of stuff about jazz. I suppose it's the influence of that friend of his, the New Orleans musician." He shrugged. "Spencer won't dance with me, either," he said mournfully.
She laughed. "I don't suppose he has any better rhythm than I do."
"Now, see, you don't have to have rhythm if you've got someone leading you who has it." He leaned over, smiling at her. "And I was born with rhythm." He tried the puppy-dog eyes out on her.
She gave him a flat look in return. "I find that difficult to believe. And anyway, I haven't had nearly enough to drink."
"I could fix that, but I think we're expected to be at work tomorrow." He waited a beat, then added, "Oh, hang on, I forgot you're good at working while hung over." He mimicked Rossi's little 'tippling' gesture from Vegas and grinned.
"Drink enough coffee and I can work through just about anything," she said, making a face at him.
He laughed and laced his fingers with hers, just for the pleasure of touching her. "Well, maybe we'll order a bottle of wine, then, and I'll see if I can talk you into dancing later." He winked.
"Mmm, don't get your hopes up," she warned, but she squeezed his hand and ran her thumb along his. It really shouldn't be as exciting as it was for her to touch him like that, but it still seemed a little amazing that she had given in to him.
He sighed and tried to look pathetic, but then the waiter showed up and they hadn't even thought about ordering yet. Derek went with what he usually got when he and Spencer came here, and Emily decided that sounded good. Before the waiter left, Derek asked for a bottle of wine to go with their food.
By the time they were finished with their food, they were both a lot looser than when they'd started eating, and Morgan did his best to pull her out to the dance floor. When she insisted that she had to be drunk, and not just tipsy, to dance, he offered, teasingly, to order another bottle.
She laughed. "I'll tell you what. We don't dance, and instead you finally get an invitation to that hot tub I mentioned."
He pretended to give that some thought, but it didn't take a genius to know that was a good trade. "I guess I can live with that," he said, then leaned in. "Though I have to admit, I didn't bring my sexy black swim trunks." He winked at her.
"I think I have a one piece you could wear," she teased, grinning. Her cheeks were a little flushed. God, she was beautiful.
"Fantastic," he said, deadpan, and kissed her slowly. "We should go, before I give a repeat performance of your date rescue," he murmured.
She made a pleased noise and hooked her hand around his neck to kiss him again. He had a feeling that if it weren't for the half bottle of wine, though, she wouldn't be quite this demonstrative, so he pulled back and gave her hand a little pull to get her out of her seat and moving toward the door.
He liked the way she leaned against him when they got outside. He slid his arm around her shoulders, holding her close. This felt amazingly comfortable, but it didn't really surprise him; they'd known each other for years. It seemed right to be together now.
Her fingers were brushing his hip where her hand had rested by the time they got to the car, and it wasn't much later that they were back at her apartment, where she pressed him against the inside of the door. "Thank you for dinner," she whispered, and gave him a slow, lingering kiss.
He hummed into the kiss, one hand sliding into her hair while the other stroked up and down her back. "I had a great time," he said, and kissed her again.
"Even if I refused to dance?" she asked, stepping back but slipping her hands into his and pulling him away from the door.
He laughed, following her as his heart sped up. "Ah, come on, you know there's nothing I won't forgive you for. Even not dancing."
"Good," she said, and kissed him again.
"Mmm, didn't you promise me a hot tub if I didn't make you dance?" he murmured, brushing his lips in tiny almost-kisses along her cheek over to her ear. "I am dying to see a little more of your skin," he whispered.
She sucked in a breath at that, then shivered. He wasn't sure if it was in response to his kisses or his words, but he loved it either way. "Okay," she whispered. "Are you skinny dipping, then?" Her hands slid up under his shirt and pushed up, drawing his shirt up and over his head.
He kept his gaze on her face, knowing his expression was warm, as he rested a hand against her belly. "That's up to you, isn't it, Em?" he asked, his voice low.
"Not really, considering that's pretty much the only option, since I'm not making you get in clothed," she said, and bit her lip. "Come on," she said, and pulled him towards the stairs.
He followed, feeling like his heart had jumped up into his throat. Or maybe it was his stomach. He hadn't felt this nervous on a date in years. But this one mattered in a way few dates had ever mattered to him. This was Emily, and if he messed this up, he knew he would never forgive himself.
He felt short of breath when they got upstairs and she turned to look at him, backing away and pulling him after her. Her dark eyes were fixed on his, and Derek thought this must be one of the sexiest moments in his life. He literally couldn't look away from her.
"So... what's your decision," she murmured. "I'm wearing a swimsuit, so you know." She bit her lip and looked down as she got to the edge of the hot tub, then sat and waited for an answer before turning it on.
"Oh, damn," he said, which was a heartfelt sentiment, even if he said it jokingly. "I don't know, you wouldn't take advantage of a naked guy in your hot tub, would you? Maybe I oughta keep my boxers on, protect my virtue."
She laughed and turned the water on. "What virtue?" she said, her tone flat, and then she gave him an amused look. She stood and kissed him, too briefly, then walked out of the room. "I'll be right back."
He was still clutching his chest in mock hurt when she left. With a sigh, he started skinning out of his clothes, folding them neatly and placing them to the side. When he got to his boxers, he paused, debating. He was still standing in his boxers when he heard her voice behind him.
"Still haven't decided?" she asked. He turned around to see her standing in the doorway in a baby blue bikini, looking a little more awkward now that she was mostly exposed. Her eyes were steady on him, though, so he wasn't worried. He knew she'd said she was awkward around men, and this was the first time he'd seen her like this.
He gave her a small smile, doing his best to keep his gaze on her face, though he couldn't resist a quick, appreciative once-over. "Well, I didn't really wanna stand in the middle of the room buck naked while I waited for you," he said, and then cleared his throat. Her awkwardness was cute, but it also made him feel, bizarrely, almost a tiny bit shy. "Turn around."
"I'm going to shove you in," she said.
He gave her a shocked look, then sighed heavily. "Fine, fine, I'll get naked for you." He grinned, keeping his gaze on hers, and slid his boxers down off his hips, letting them fall to the floor. He did his best not to let his grin turn too smug when her gaze flickered down and her cheeks colored. He wasn't sure he was successful. "You want me to get in ahead of you so you get a good look at my backside, too?"
She licked her lips, then drew in a slow breath. "Um..." she started. "God, this is sort of strange," she said. "I don't think I ever expected to see any of my team mates naked." After a moment, she smiled at him. "Ah, well, not that I'm complaining."
He tried to school his expression back into something more reassuring. "Hey, Em, this is just me, okay? A guy who's not gonna be scared because you carry a gun and read Kurt Vonnegut. A guy who thinks you're probably the smartest woman I know, not to mention the sexiest." He held out a hand to her, tilting his head back towards the tub. "A guy who, quite honestly, is head over heels crazy about you."
Her lips parted, like she was surprised he'd said that, but then she bit her lip and took his hand. "I said I wasn't complaining," she said and kissed him, then moved to get in the tub.
He decided, since he was standing around naked and getting hard, that it was okay for him to ogle her ass as she climbed in. She'd got an eyeful of her own, after all. He climbed in after her and hesitated, then moved to kiss her softly.
"I am crazy about you, Emily," he whispered.
"Mmm," she hummed, then kissed him again, he arms sliding around him and pulling his closer. "I'm glad," she murmured against his lips. "I'm pretty fond of you too."
He hummed in amusement and lifted a hand to cup her cheek. "Good to know." He stroked his thumb against her skin, studying her face for a long moment, taking in the dilated pupils in her gorgeous dark eyes, the way her lips were slightly parted. "God, you're perfect," he breathed, and kissed her hungrily.
She hummed again and shook her head, but only kissed him harder, her hands traveling down his back. She stroked her hand against the small of his back under water, her fingertips teasing. Then her hand slid lower and she squeezed his ass, humming an almost laugh at the noise he made in response.
"Nn, woman, you make it hard to behave myself," he said breathlessly. He ducked his head to kiss the spot under her ear that he'd already discovered would make her squeal.
She made a quiet high-pitched noise, and squirmed a little. In the process, she slid her leg around his and pulled him closer. "Maybe I don't want you to," she breathed
"Is that so?" He stroked a hand down her arm, then let it fall to her side. It was a weird feeling, but he'd spent so much time trying to show her he wanted more than just sex from her...that now that he was allowed to get physical, he was having a hard time believing it was okay. He brushed his knuckles along her skin, letting them skim the curve of her breast as he kissed her mouth again.
She drew in a slow breath, watching his face as he touched her. "That's so," she said, but it sounded off. Morgan paused, unsure why until she spoke again. "Is this okay?" she asked, apparently having sensed his hesitation.
He licked his lips and drew an unsteady breath. "Em, I want this so much," he whispered. He lifted his hand to trace down from her collarbone to the top of her bikini. "I just..." He half smiled and looked up to meet her gaze. "I feel like I need permission to touch you like this." He hoped she would understand, because he wasn't even sure he understood.
But her expression just went slightly confused and unsure. "Didn't I already give that?" she breathed. "I'm not... made out of porcelain."
"I know that, gorgeous," he said, and kissed her again. "I just..." He shook his head. "I guess I'm afraid that I'm gonna screw up somehow. Maybe I'm just scared." He made a self-deprecating face and kissed her. "Please, just hit me if I fuck up, okay?"
She watched him for a moment, tilting her head at him. He couldn't read her expression, but she leaned in to kiss him slowly. "Derek," she whispered against his lips. "I'm not very good at being forward, but you're... making me..." She shook her head, then finished quickly, "You're going to screw up if you don't show me how much you want me before I lose confidence in doing this."
As soon as he realized what she was saying, a rush of heat went through him. He exhaled shakily and stared at her for a moment, letting his sudden hunger show. "God, Emily," he breathed, and then surged forward to kiss her, really kiss her, as his hands went to her hips to pull her closer.
She made a pleased noise that melted into a little moan, and that went straight to his cock. Her arms slid around him again, and then their bodies were flush, moving easily in the water. "Better," she murmured, and nipped at his jaw.
He just groaned and slid one hand down to cup her ass and keep her against him, feeling another surge of pleasure. "I want you so much," he gasped. He kissed her demandingly but didn't give her time to meet the kiss before he shifted her back enough that he could plant a row of kisses down the side of her neck. "You're beautiful," he murmured, nibbling gently at her skin. "Sexy." He kissed his way down to suck at her collarbone, careful not to make a mark. "Powerful," he whispered against her skin.
"God, Derek," she murmured, shifting into the touch of his mouth. His fingers teased under the back of her bikini top, stroking across her skin as she wrapped her legs around him. He automatically rolled his hips against her, and she gasped. "Yes."
She felt incredible pressed against him like this. Derek made a hungry noise and slid one hand down to trace along her bikini bottom. He wanted to show her how much pleasure he could give her, but he was enjoying the contact of their bodies too much. Not to mention she seemed to like him where he was. He rocked against her again, groaning faintly at the pleasure it sent rushing through him.
"Still can't believe you want me like this," Emily breathed, as he kissed his way back up her neck to her ear. He slipped his fingers and hands under the fabric covering her ass and squeezed gently.
"God, yes," he murmured, pulling her closer. "How can you not realize how utterly desirable you are? Emily. Princess." He caught himself. "Goddess?" He kissed her nose. "There's got to be something I can call you that won't make you think of your dad."
"Whatever it is, I'd rather not even mention my dad right now," she said, giving him a look.
He chuckled and kissed her again. "See," he murmured, kissing her ear, "I want something I can call you at work." He licked along the shell of her ear, pleased at the way she shivered. "Something that we know is because I want to worship you body and soul." He nibbled softly. "But that the team thinks is as innocent as callin' Spencer Pretty Boy." He shifted back, pulling her with him and into his lap.
"Can we figure it out later, or do you have to know now?" she asked, but her expression was softening as he slid his hands over her ass again, pushing the top of her bikini down just a little, just enough to tease as his fingers traced her skin.
"Oh, did you have something else in mind besides talking?" he teased, and kissed her again. "You have a fantastic body, Ms. FBI." He squeezed her ass gently, then stroked his hand up her leg, tracing the edge of the fabric at the crease of her thigh. Then he slid up to press his palm against her flat stomach, letting his thumb just brush teasingly down outside the front of her suit.
She sucked in a breath and leaned in to kiss him, stroking her hands down his sides. His touch seemed to embolden her a little, and her fingers brushed over his hips, tracing the line of muscle that lead to his groin. "Ms. FBI doesn't work either," she murmured, her voice somewhere between breathy and teasing.
He gave her a breathless smile and slid his other hand up to cup her breast, circling his thumb over her nipple as they kissed again. "God, I want to make you feel so much, Emily," he breathed between kisses. "I want to please you."
She bit her lips and sucked in a breath as he pinched lightly at the hardening nub. "Yes," she panted. "Derek." She drew her hand up his stomach, and reached back with her other hand to pull the bow her bikini was tied with in the back open. She left it loose around her, though, letting him choose to take him up on the unspoken offer if he wanted as she kissed his neck.
He let out a hungry noise and untied the neck, letting her top fall into the water. "Oh, gorgeous," he whispered, caressing her gently, then leaning down to kiss the swell of one breast while his fingers teased at her other nipple. He couldn't catch his breath. She was so wonderful, and she was offering herself to him.
She shifted a little to her knees where he was sitting, letting him taste more of her without having to dip under the water. When his lips met her nipple, she gasped and moaned, sending a jolt of want through Morgan that went straight to his cock, both at the way she responded and the feel of her under his tongue.
She caressed the back of his head, encouraging him as he moved to the other breast, little whimpers of pleasure slipping from her.
He groaned and sucked, then closed his teeth gently on her nipple before he went back to licking. She arched against him, sending a thrill through his whole body. God, he wanted her. She was magnificent, such a perfect blend of sexy and shy. He slid his hand down to nudge aside her bikini bottom, slowly enough that she could stop him if she wanted, his fingers seeking the warmth of her folds.
Her breath went ragged before he'd even really touched her, her fingers curling against his skin for a moment. She didn't stop him. Instead she leaned in and kissed him with hunger as his fingers slid over her clit, moaning against his mouth. "God, Derek!" she panted. It was encouragement enough, and he swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest as he pulled one of the bows at her hip open. She pulled at the other in response, and the remaining fabric covering her slipped away in the water.
"Sexy," he whispered, exploring slowly with his fingers, trying to see what made her shudder with pleasure and what elicited whimpers and moans. He kissed her mouth and jaw almost absently as he studied her expressions, excited by her enjoyment of his touch.
"Mmhmm," she whimpered, then shifted lower in the water a little. Then her fingers were trailing over his cock, her thumb sliding over his slit.
"God!" He shuddered at the jolt of pleasure her hand sent through him. "Oh, God, Emily." She was so hard to resist; he kept reminding himself they needed to be careful. He leaned down to kiss her breasts again, his breath gusting against her skin. Once his fingers found the right spots, he added a little more pressure, moving faster. It was incredible, the way she was reacting to him.
Her fingers tightened on him, stroking now as she gasped and writhed under his touch. "Want you," she panted. She moved her hand and curled her fingers around his wrist. Then she kissed him hard, all the desire and want she was feeling pouring into it. "Derek... Mmm," she hummed and kissed him again, her breath hard and heavy.
"Nnnh, sweetheart, yes," he gasped. "But I don't have anything with me." He kissed her hungrily and stroked his free hand up her side. "This is fine, baby. We have time for more later."
"Baby," she repeated, but just watched him for a moment, licking her lips and looking unsure again.
Shit, he hadn't meant to call her 'baby'. He kissed her. "Okay, not baby," he murmured. "Emily, I want you like nothing I've ever wanted before, but I don't have a condom. I'm not saying kids are out of the question, but I think we oughta wait for a while, don't you?"
She snorted. "I'm not desperate enough to want that on the first date," she said. "Or even the second." he could tell she was teasing then, but her voice was a little flat. "You know, women these days do sometimes know a little about taking care of their own protection."
"Hey, give me a little credit for being responsible?" he asked, telling himself not to get defensive. He took a breath and kissed her, then stood without another word and climbed out of the tub. "Not in the hot tub," he said, gazing warmly at her. He knew damn well she could see how much he wanted her, and he was more than okay with that, because he could tell she wanted him, too. He wouldn't have pushed her for this, and she knew it. She was inviting. She trusted him.
After a moment she nodded and stood, flipping the water off. He slid an arm around her and kissed her before she climbed out. Her arms went around his neck automatically and he felt a happy little thrill. Without any warning, he curled an arm behind her knees and lifted her into his arms. She let out a tiny yelp of surprise as he turned and carried her towards the bed.
"Wait!" she exclaimed, laughing, and snatched two towels off the rack as they passed it. "We're dripping," she pointed out, them slung one of the towels over his head.
He grinned and shook his head until he could see again. "Who cares?" he murmured, but he set her down just short of the bed and ran the towel down one of her arms.
"I don't need to soak my mattress," she said, and took the towel to dry herself off. A moment later she seemed to realize she was wasn't hidden in water anymore, and when she looked up at him she was half covering herself. She tilted her head, studying him, and then smiled faintly and reached up to touch his cheek.
"You are so beautiful," he murmured, stepping closer to her and kissing her gently. He tried not to drip on her, though, since he'd been completely occupied with staring at her instead of drying himself off.
She made a happy noise and wrapped the second towel around him as she titled her chin up and deepened the kiss. "Thank you," she whispered, drying him off.
He grinned and tugged at her towel. "Bed," he murmured, settling his hands at her hips and nudging her gently backwards. "We're dry enough."
She drew in a deep breath, then climbed back onto the bed, and when she was stretched out in front of him, he couldn't help but look at her, tracing the long pale lines of her hips and legs. She gave him a slightly shy smile, and he followed her onto the bed, ducking to kiss her raised knee along the way to her lips.
"Emily," he murmured, brushing his lips against hers in an almost-kiss. His hand stroked up from her hip along her side to caress one breast. "God, you're amazing. I almost can't believe this is happening." He smiled and kissed her deeply, his thumb stroking over her nipple.
"I know," she whispered, as her hands traced down his side. She stroked over his stomach, and then her fingers brushed lightly, teasingly over his cock. He let out a quiet noise of want, then rolled her nipple between his fingertips, enjoying the way she arched under his touch.
"I want you so much," he murmured, and kissed down her neck. He nibbled gently, then sucked the skin on her shoulder. His body was racing with desire, and her light touches were just inflaming him more.
"Yes," she said, her touch only slightly more firm, and then her hands were roaming his torso. He shifted down just enough to take her breast in his mouth, and sucked lightly. "God," she gasped, squirming under him, her fingers curling in to his skin.
He hummed in satisfaction, flicking his tongue across her nipple. His hand slid down to tease her inner thigh as she whimpered faintly.
"Morgan-- Derek," she gasped, pulling his closer, her free hand resting on the back of his head. "Want you."
He shifted his attention to her other breast, licking and sucking eagerly. "Emily," he murmured. He kissed her skin, then lifted his head to look at her face. "Emily," he repeated, shifting against her, stroking his hand down to lift her knee and let him settle down between her legs. "So sexy." He kissed her. "Need a condom."
She nodded. "I know," she said, and moved to get into her nightstand, pulling out an unopened box. Morgan couldn't help but feel a little surge of victory that apparently he was the only one who'd had her recently, and he kissed her gently as she pulled the box open and handed him a packet.
Of course, it had been a hell of a long time for him, too. He tore open the wrapper and unrolled the condom onto himself, breathing fast. When he looked back up at her, she was watching his hands. "Hey," he murmured quietly. "I've always been careful." He lifted a hand to touch her cheek as he leaned in and kissed her. "And I haven't been with anyone since the last time I tested clean. I've been spending all my time wanting someone I wasn't sure I could even have."
She smiled and kissed him again, humming a pleased noise against his lips. "You can have," she whispered, sliding a leg around one of his, her hands roaming his back.
He exhaled a shaky breath and kissed her hungrily, shifting so his erection teased at her folds without actually pressing inside. "I've wanted you so much," he whispered, stroking a hand over her skin. "Need you."
"Derek," she murmured, sliding her hands down to his ass and squeezing. "Fuck me."
Her words sent a shock of desire through him. "God, yes," he breathed. He leaned in for another hungry kiss, positioning himself. His mouth skated against hers as he pressed inside, his breath catching at the rush of pleasure.
She gasped, then let out a long moan, sliding a leg up and over his hip. "Mmm, Derek," she panted, then pulled him down for another needy kiss, her hands sliding up to hold him in the kiss as she rocked her hips up to meet his slow thrusts. He was fighting to keep his mind from shutting off and thrusting into her mindlessly. She wasn't some one night stand. But her hands and lips were encouraging him, wanting more.
He stroked a hand down to her hip, pulling her tighter against him. "So good," he managed, and kissed her again. He loved how they were sharing each other's breaths, how his heart was pounding in his chest. She felt so warm and tight around him. He let his lips run across her cheek, breathing in her scent. "Emily."
"Derek, please," she insisted, pulling him to her more.
"Waited so long for you," he panted, slipping a hand between them to search out her clit again, stroking slowly in counterpoint to the increasing pace of his thrusts. "Been going out of my mind wanting you."
She gasped and arched under him, letting out a little whimper. "God, me too," she managed. "Yes."
"You're so damn sexy," he breathed, paying attention to what made her react the most. She felt so good, it was all he could do not to lose himself in her body. "Sexy Emily." He kissed her hungrily, his thrusts growing more forceful as they moved together.
They were driving little noises of pleasure out of her, and she slid her hand down to his ass and squeezed. "Mmm, Derek," she moaned, and he couldn't take his eyes off of her, the way her face had fallen into lines of need.
He relished the way she was holding him, her body arching under his. He kissed his way along her jaw, then buried his face against her neck for a moment. "Fuck," he gasped, his pleasure building quickly. He was afraid he wasn't going to last long, and he tried to concentrate on holding out as long as possible. But she was so eager and enthusiastic, and that expression on her face was so damn exciting...
"God," he panted, staring hungrily at her. "Perfect."
"Derek," she panted, her leg sliding higher on his hip. "Needed this. Needed you." Her words dissolved into louder moans as he sped up, and she bit her lip, pressing her head back against her pillow. He ran his tongue along her neck as his body started to tighten, humming with need.
It was so good to hear her admit that she needed him. Those words stayed in his mind as he drove into her more quickly, abandoning speech for gasps and moans of his own. They clutched at each other almost in a sort of desperate need as climax approached. He could feel his muscles tighten, his limbs trembling as the flood of pleasure built inside him, and then he cried out as he came, holding her tightly.
She let out a quiet noise and stroked a hand up his back, then tightened her arms around him, panting against his ear. "Mmm," he said, then kissed his cheek. "You're wonderful," she added, and he could tell she was smiling by the sound of her voice.
He smiled breathlessly. "'m glad you finally realized that," he mumbled, kissing her neck. After a moment he recovered enough to pay attention to her needs again, and he began to move his hand as he shifted away. He kissed his way down her stomach, then replaced his fingers with his mouth, licking and sucking eagerly.
She cried out, shifting against his mouth, her hips rocking slightly, and he founds himself smiling faintly as he laved his tongue over her clit. He slid a hand up to massage her breast, and she ran her hand over the top of his, encouraging him as he squeezed gently.
God, she was so amazing, being with her like this, bringing her this pleasure, was so much better than any of the random hookups or even casual relationships he'd had in the past. This was Emily, who had worked beside him and played beside him and listened to him... He slid one finger gently inside to massage her lightly as he tasted her. He wanted to give her everything she needed.
When he crooked his finger, she cried out quietly, so he did it again and then she was writhing against the mattress. Her hand found the top of his head, resting there. "God, don't stop," she ordered, her voice low and wanton.
He obeyed, pleased to get that reaction from her. The noises she made grew higher in pitch, and then he could feel her muscles spasming as her breathing went completely ragged. He kept licking until he thought she sounded like it was getting to be too much, then pulled away, kissing her thigh and then resting his cheek against her hip.
"God, you're so sexy, Emily," he murmured.
"Mmm," she replied, looking utterly pleased. A faint smile was curling her lips and her eyes were closed, but she was stroking the top of his head lazily. After a moment, she nudged his shoulder. "C'mere."
He grinned and crawled up the bed to stretch out next to her, wrapping his arms around her. She was so beautiful, so utterly wonderful. He knew he had it bad, but he didn't care. He'd known that for months now. "Thank you," he whispered after a moment. She felt so good in his arms.
Her smile turned into grin and she started laughing softly, opening her eyes to look at him. "Are you thanking me for sex?" she murmured, wrapping her arms around him.
He made a wry face. "I suppose technically, yes, but you know damn well what I meant." He kissed her again, trying to stop her laughter.
It didn't really work, and honestly, it was good to see her like this. She seemed happier than she had in a while, and Derek felt a surge of pride that he'd helped do that. Then again, she'd done as much for him.
"I know," she said after a moment. "You're welcome, but you really did all the hard stuff yourself."
"Hmm." He stroked a knuckle along her cheek. "You gave me a chance. And the motivation." He glanced down along her body, ogling her openly, then grinned. "Lots of motivation."
"Mnn," she hummed, and reached down to drag the blanket at the end of the bed over her. She still looked amused, though.
"Aw, that was a good view," he said, wrapping his arms around her more tightly and snuggling against her. He couldn't quite wipe the smile off his face.
She hummed and kissed his neck. "That won't be the last time you see it."
He chuckled. "I'm very glad to hear that."
***
Moving day finally rolled around and Derek could hardly believe it. This house renovation had been going on for so long, and had so intimately impacted his relationships with his co-workers, that it hardly seemed possible that it was finished. Of course there were a few things he hadn't finished, like trim in one room and the wiring in another...but they were rooms he wasn't going to be using right away, anyway.
They'd nearly finished loading up the moving van, and Clooney was racing around the back yard barking at the top of his lungs. Reid and Garcia were checking the rooms for anything that might have been left in closets or anything. Dave had offered to put Clooney's cage in the back of his truck, so Derek supposed he was doing that. JJ was somewhere feeding Henry, and Hotch and Will were out on the drive securing the load in the van.
Derek wasn't sure what had happened to Emily.
After a he'd looked for a while, he finally noticed that Clooney had stopped barking, so he went outside to find her tossing a ball for him. Of course, she was making faces at the drool covered ball every time she took it, but it was still cute.
She glanced back when she heard the sliding glass door, and smiled. "Everyone else is pretty much taking care of things. I figured I'd spare your neighbors from the constant barking."
"Not to mention the fact that you know Clooney would just bite Spencer if he came out here." Derek grinned at her. "Have I ever told you how much I love it when you pull your hair back like that?" It was in that messy ponytail he only ever saw when she was working on the house. Clooney came over and jumped up to greet him, then went back to Emily and barked once.
She laughed at the dog and threw the ball all the way across the yard. He couldn't help but notice the way her shirt rode up and exposed a strip of skin at her waist when she did. "Okay," she said, grinning. "You like it when I'm a mess, apparently?"
"Hmm. I like it when you're all casual and I know it's 'cause you're comfortable hangin' out with me." He wanted nothing more right now than to kiss her. Of course, they were still keeping a low profile around the team, even if Spencer and Penelope both knew about them.
She smiled and reached out to squeeze his hand, then Clooney was back and she took the ball. "Yurgh. We need to work on this drool thing, buddy," she told him, and threw the ball again.
"I promise, I'll stop," Derek said, and dodged, laughing, when she smacked at him. "Hey, I think we're about ready to take off over to the other house," he said. "Wanna help get Clooney in the back of Dave's truck?"
"The back?" she asked, then scratched Clooney's ears when he came back. "You wanna go for a ride with me and Uncle Dave?" she asked him excitedly. The answer was a resounding yes as Clooney woofed and jumped around. "You in the moving van with Hotch?" she asked, glancing up at Morgan.
"Yeah," he said. "Clooney's cage is in the truck. I wasn't sure he wouldn't jump out otherwise. And then when we get everything moved in, I'll kick out the rest of them so you can arrange my house to your heart's content." He winked at her. "All but the TV room."
"I get to arrange your house?" she said. "You're too trusting." She glanced behind him, through the glass doors, then leaned up to steal a kiss. At the exact moment Spencer poked his head around the gate.
"I think everything's-- oh. Sorry." Spencer looked at the ground. "Everything's ready to go."
"Thanks, Reid," Emily said, pulling away. When Spencer disappeared, she looked up at Morgan. "Well, at least it wasn't Hotch." She glanced down at Clooney. "Come on, boy! Let's go see if Dave will let you ride in the cab with us!"
Derek laughed. "Good luck with that," he said, and tugged gently at her ponytail before heading around the side of the house with her. Within a few short minutes they'd arranged transportation for everyone to get to the other house and they were on their way.
Derek had called the pizza order in earlier, and Spencer and Penelope went to pick up the pizzas and the beer, so when they got to the house, they set up in the kitchen to eat lunch. Derek stood by the butler's pantry and watched everyone grabbing their food. He couldn't seem to stop grinning at everyone. There was almost too much good in his life now. He didn't know how to deal with it.
It took a couple of hours for everything to get unloaded, and Garcia chattered at them all about how they should 'screw unpacking and just build forts instead'. Reid thought it was a brilliant plan, and then bored everyone for about twenty-five minutes talking about wars, and the different types of forts built during several of them, and how they could recreate some of them with boxes, until Derek put him on attic duty when Dave finally started to look annoyed.
Of course, that meant that eventually Dave disappeared, and Derek had a feeling he'd gone up to the attic as well. He really hoped he didn't go up and find them making out in Emily's room. With a sigh, he finished carrying the last of the master bedroom boxes up to the second floor, then leaned on the door frame and surveyed the room. Maybe it was brave of him to let Emily arrange his house, but one of these days he was going to talk to her about moving in, so he figured it would be easier to let her have free rein now.
He tensed a little when arms went around his waist, but then Emily murmured, "Shut the door." He moved further into the room and let her close it behind him. Then he turned to face her and wrapped his arms around her.
"Hi," he said, smiling.
"Hi," she said back. "Don't go in 'my room' right now."
"Oops. Interrupt something, did ya?" He kissed her softly. "I had a feeling Dave had gone upstairs."
"He did." Emily leaned up and kissed him, then drew back. "I didn't exactly interrupt. I got half way up the stairs and heard something that really didn't sound like boxes being unpacked." She kissed him again. "And I got jealous, so I figured I should come corner you in the bedroom."
Derek snorted. "God, I really don't wanna know." He slid a hand down her back to cup her ass and pull her closer. "Too bad I don't have the bed set up yet," he teased, kissing her again.
"I'm not opposed to the floor and your door has a lock," she teased back, but her voice had a sort of breathy quality.
"Mmm, I dunno, it's pretty risky, with everyone here." Derek trailed kisses down the side of her neck, holding her close. "The minute we got too involved, someone would decide they needed me to tell them where some box goes."
Emily was already sliding her hands under Morgan's shirt, though. "Be quick. Do you have a condom?"
Her words sent a thrill through him. "Oh, you know I do," he murmured, and kissed her hungrily, then went for the nightstand, which hopefully had made it up here with the contents of its drawers intact.
When he turned around, she was in her bra and jeans, watching him. He grinned and threw his shirt on the floor, then backed her against the outside wall, where hopefully no one would hear them.
They were out of their pants in just a few short seconds, and he slid the condom on. Then he lifted her leg and took her, and they were lost in each other's bodies, panting and swallowing little noises of pleasure. And, God, it was more exciting than it should be, knowing they could get caught.
It didn't take either of them long, and then Derek slumped against her, holding her up, as they tried to catch their breath. "You're so amazing," he whispered, brushing his knuckles down her cheek. "Every time I think I realize how lucky I am, you show me that I'm even luckier than I thought." He kissed her slowly, then shifted away so they could put themselves back together.
"Oh, God, we need to do that again," she said, and started to pull on her clothes. "We should probably separate for a bit. Mingle," she teased.
"Mingle," he said, and snorted. He looked around, frowning, for something to do with the condom. "I haven't unpacked any trash cans yet," he said, and ended up wrapping it in a Kleenex and sticking it in a plastic bag. "See if you can make enough noise to get Spencer and his boyfriend to wrap up whatever they're up to." He tugged on his clothes and then kissed her again.
She laughed, then wrapped her arms around him for a deeper kiss. "Sounds like a plan," she murmured.
He was relieved when everyone except Emily took off. He'd appreciated their help, but he was exhausted, and he really just wanted to get the bed put together and see if Emily was interested in sharing the shower and then spending the night.
Clooney had spent much of the afternoon running around the house and the fenced-in backyard. Now he was curled up at the foot of the stairs, clearly waiting for someone to go upstairs so he could accompany them. Emily was clearing up some of the mess in the kitchen when Derek found her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back against his chest, kissing her neck.
"Thank you for all your help today," he murmured.
"'m glad to do it," she said, leaning into his embrace. "I'm glad you kept this house."
He smiled. "Might not have, if it hadn't been for you." He nuzzled her ear. "I suppose you'd accuse me of being overly dramatic if I said you've changed my life." He curled his fingers at her side and closed his eyes.
She turned her head towards him, and he could feel her smile. "No. I'd say I know I did." She stroked a hand over his arm. "That worries me a little sometimes," she added after a moment.
"Worries you?" Derek laughed. "You oughta feel pretty proud of yourself." He opened his eyes long enough to kiss her, then buried his face in her hair and breathed in. "You smell dusty."
She laughed suddenly, then elbowed him lightly in the ribs. "Hey, I may be older than you, but I get around okay."
"Oof!" he complained teasingly, rubbing his ribs. "Mmm, just barely older," he murmured. "I think you ought to leave all that as it is and come upstairs with me. Have a shower...I could wash your hair..." He grinned. "Maybe have a little fun..." He slid a hand down to pinch her ass gently.
"But we've already had sex today," she complained, but she was grinning and nudging him towards the stairs anyway.
Derek laughed and pulled away, taking her hand. "I never thought I'd be given an excuse to not have sex." Clooney jumped up when they got to the stairs and raced up ahead of them. "I'm glad I installed the dual shower heads in the master bath."
"Oh, so am I," she said, turning and drawing his arms around her as they walked. Oh, he could definitely get used to this. He had it so bad. Of course, he'd already known that, but over the past few months he felt like he was starting a new chapter of his life, and having her here tonight, on the first night in a new house, only reinforced that feeling.
He was really looking forward to seeing what the future had in store.
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Date: 2009-09-04 03:58 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked this!