DATE:
June 2009
TITLE:
Not That Kind of Girl
AUTHOR:
losingntrnslatn (LosingInTranslation, Jennifer)
DISCLAIMER: Don’t own anything
associated with the show… I just like playing with the characters in it from
time to time. Dance Monkeys! Dance!
RATING: M for Mature
SPOILERS: Through US Aired Episodes Season 4
WORD COUNT: 1539
PAIRING: Derek Morgan/Emily Prentiss
POST EP: S04X25-26 To Hell... And Back.
SUMMARY: Sometimes you just need to know you're still human after
something like that.
A/N: This is my first attempt at a Criminal Minds fic,
so I hope everyone will be gentle. Just a little something
that's been tickling my brain ever since the Season 4 finale. Major thanks and heaps of gratitude to my long suffering beta.
Without her, I never would have finished this one
REVIEWS: Reviews are the way I know if people are enjoying the work or
not. So, if you leave one, THANKS! And if not, I hope you found at least a
little something to brighten your day, and thanks for taking the time to read.
Not That Kind of Girl
He
always insisted on walking her to the door. She never really understood why.
They both chased pathological criminals for a living, so who was walking him to
his door?
But
it was different that night. The case was different. It hit them all really hard, but Morgan the
hardest. His words continued to ring in her ears.
“I mean, that’s all
I’ve been thinking about all day, is the entire time I’ve been with the BAU,
working almost non-stop and having no real life, these brothers have been out
here killing eighty-nine people and we didn’t even know about it. ”
She
didn’t know why, but Emily decided to invite him in for a drink. He looked
almost relieved as he stepped inside her place for the first time.
Morgan
glanced around the room, taking stock of his surroundings as Emily walked to
the kitchen. Pulling a couple of beers out of the fridge, she turned to find
him slumped against the breakfast bar. Handing him the bottle, she asked, “What
is it?”
He
shook his head and silently took a long pull from the bottle. Emily wasn’t sure
what to do or say, so she just followed his lead.
Ice
cold beer slid down her throat, satisfying a thirst she didn’t realize she had.
By the time they both took a second drink, she was already feeling the warmth
it generated in her belly. She wasn’t normally a lightweight, but they had been
going for days with barely any sleep, and she couldn’t even remember the last
time she had something to eat.
When
Derek set his bottle down on the counter behind him, Emily felt compelled to
ask again. “You want to talk about it?” His only answer was to shake his head a
second time.
Her
training kicked in and she reached up to put a comforting hand on his shoulder,
just as she had so many times before. But something felt different. He closed
his eyes tightly as her hand slowly trailed down the side of his arm, and she
felt every muscle tighten under her touch. Stopping, she felt the hard muscles
of his forearm quivering under her hand.
She looked up into his face and saw that his eyes were straining to stay
closed.
Later
on, she would try to convince herself it was the beer, or the lack of sleep
that made her do it, but in that moment, none of it mattered. With her other
hand she slid over his chest, one ridge at a time, until she reached his neck.
The moment her fingers touched the bare skin of his neck Derek’s eyes flew open
and found hers.
Looking
into each other’s eyes, they both knew there was no turning back. He wrapped an
arm around her and pulled her in tight, his mouth crashing into hers with his
kiss. His mouth tasted like allspice and cinnamon burning on her tongue. The
heat in that kiss started a fire which promised to either save them from
themselves or consume them completely.
The
hardness of his body was surprising. She had always known he was built, but the
reality of it was incredible. Emily found herself wanting to explore every
single ripple with her fingers and her tongue. As they devoured one another
with their kiss, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in closer.
When she felt her knee being drawn up along his side it took her a moment to
realize that it was Derek’s hand guiding it to rest on his hip.
It
wasn’t long before her feet were no longer on the floor, and Derek carried her
out of the kitchen. Her legs wrapped tightly around his body, her feet rested
just below the firm flesh of his ass. Their kiss never broke as he moved them
swiftly into the living room.
Falling
onto the sofa, Emily quickly ripped the shirt from his body, paying no
attention to the buttons. As she fought to get his undershirt out of his pants,
his lips left hers and slid over her jaw to her neck. He was kneeling over her,
and she could feel his hands on her, but she was single-minded in her desire to
touch his skin. Once Emily got her hands under the shirt she was too busy
running her fingers along the hot flesh she had exposed to concentrate on
anything else. They continued to fumble with the clothes, all the while
exploring one another with their hands and lips.
If
either of them had been thinking of the consequences, she was sure it never
would have happened. This wasn’t
something to think about. It was about need, about feeling human in the face of
such inhuman depravity. Skin on skin, human life in its most
primal form.
Somehow,
they were able to get rid of their clothes, stripping each other bare. The feel
of his skin sliding over hers was enough to melt away any restraint she may
have had left. And from the way Derek ground into her with his body, she
suspected he felt the same way.
He
paused for a moment, looking deep into her eyes to find an answer to his
unspoken question. Wrapping a leg around
him, Emily pulled Derek in close and gasped into his ear, “Want this… Want
you.”
Turning
her head, she captured his mouth in another intense kiss. Derek got his final
answer with her mouth locked on his, and he wasted no time.
Emily
had barely a moment to prepare before Derek grabbed her knee and brought it up
to rest on the crest of his hip. Her foot had only grazed the back of his thigh
before he pulled back and brought his cock up to her opening. He rested on one
elbow and pushed the hair off of her face with the other hand.
She
could see the swirling emotions in his eyes. The sorrow, the anger, the
despair, the desire, and the fear, they were all there, threatening to consume
him. And if she was honest, she would have to admit that they were lurking just
over her shoulder, waiting to take her as well. Their lives were a high-wire
act, walking that fine line between the extremes of the human condition in
order to combat the evil in this world.
But
none of that mattered to her in that moment. Her own body was aching with need.
The pressure of his blunt head against her lips had her throbbing with want.
But he held firm, once more brushing his hand through her hair. His ragged
breathing matched hers and she was afraid he was about to pull away when his
mouth crashed into hers, practically sucking the life out of her as he dropped his
hips and slid inside.
Derek
swallowed her gasp with his mouth as he smoothly sheathed himself within her
walls. She wanted to cry out, but his tongue was in her mouth, stroking against
hers and she turned herself over to the pleasure of the moment. She was stretched to the limit and yet Emily
found herself wanting more. Mouth still
locked on hers, he slowly withdrew, leaving only the head still within her
grasp.
He
finally broke the kiss on his down stroke and Emily was able to shriek, but she
pulled him down harder with the leg she kept wrapped tightly around him. He
grunted when they crashed together as he lost his balance. Still, she wanted more.
Derek
lifted up on his arms, and before Emily could adjust to his new position, he
was pushing back inside of her until there was nothing left to give. A whimper
tumbled out of her mouth as he withdrew once more, up and out, grazing past her
clit just enough to have the tension rising in her body with every stroke.
His
rhythm started slow, in and down, up and out, over and over, making the
pressure build with each pass. As the heat between them grew, their bodies
slicked with sweat, the pace increased, and so did the intensity. Before long
he was pounding into her, pushing her up on the couch and forcing her to hold
him tighter and tighter to keep from being thrown off.
With
each musk filled breath of air her whole body screamed for release as her walls
began to clench around him. Finally, Emily let go and allowed the cascade of ecstasy
overwhelm her as he slammed into her, over and over before he exploded with a
tortured roar.
Every
drop of energy exhausted, Derek collapsed into a heap on top of her. They were
nothing more than two empty human shells left in the moonlight.
And
that was it.
She
pretended not to wake when he rolled off of her later. And he pretended to
believe her as he gathered up his clothes and quietly left.
Two
wounded souls in need of human connection after a horrific experience. Someone
else might think it meant more than that, but not her.
No,
she was far too smart to pin any hopes on a man who had no desire to get
serious about anything but his work.