Intimacy (Week 17-20)

Jun 11, 2012 22:25


Chapter Title: Intimacy (Week 17-20)

Title: Here Comes Baby (5/?)

Author name: allkindsoffics

Main Pairings: Morgan/Reid/Prentiss

Characters: Derek Morgan, Spencer Reid, Emily Prentiss

Rating: nc-17 (overall nc-17)

Word count: 3683

Warnings/Spoilers: threesome relationship
Part of  To Pick Up

Disclaimer: Don't own.

Summary: Going to Chicago and Las Vegas.

Author’s Note: I love feedback, thanks!



Previous Part

"It smells like Chicago,” Derek inhales and smiles.

“Diesel exhaust and cigarettes,” Spencer laughs.

Derek inhales, again, and Emily and Spencer laugh at him. They wait to be transported to the rental car lot. Derek is still inhaling the air, like it’s the last breaths of his life. They get a four-door sedan that Derek pulls onto the highway. He heads south and navigates the highways like he never left.

He pulls into Fran’s driveway and Emily sees Fran in the door, even at the late hour, ready to greet them. She knows it’s well past his momma’s bedtime, but she’s happy to see her; Fran’s an exact opposite of her mother. Fran will be happy about the pregnancy. Derek throws the car into park and is taking the front steps two at a time, before Emily even unbuckles. He wraps his mother in his arms and spins her around in a circle. She’s smacking him to put her down, but her eyes glow with maternal love and happiness. Spencer grabs the luggage and starts lugging it up the stairs. Fran smacks Derek and he sheepishly moves to help Spencer who laughs and tells Derek to not apologize for his exuberance. Spencer and Fran hug quickly.

“Emily, dear, you’re not getting out of it,” Fran teases as Emily follows more slowly. She grins at the older woman. She leans in to give the woman a quick hug; she doesn’t want Fran to feel the baby bump she knows is growing underneath her blouse. However, Fran has other ideas, and pulls Emily closer. It’s bone crunching and Emily is sure Fran can feel the egg shaped protrusion of her navel. Fran pulls away her face surprised, she looks down at Emily’s abdomen, she glances to Derek and Spencer, then back to Emily, and Emily can’t help but grin at the older woman.

“Well, my goodness, I knew this visit was for something,” Fran laughs as she pulls them inside, “So you’re pregnant?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“O, a grandbaby,” Fran sighs wistfully, “I never thought I’d get a grandbaby out of this one.”

“Momma,” Derek moans.

“What? It’s true; I thought I was going to have to rely on Sarah and Desi,” Fran belabors.

“Well, momma, it may not be your grandkid,” Derek jokes and Fran cuffs the back of his head.

“Of course, that’s my grandbaby, it’s your child, Derek; you, three, are in a relationship. The baby is all of yours. I swear, sometimes, I don’t know who raised this boy,” Fran huffs. Emily and Spencer chuckles burst through their pursed mouths at Fran’s taxed expression and Derek’s chagrinned one.

“You all will be in the guest room,” Fran informs, “I hope that’s okay; it’s only a queen-sized bed.”

“It’ll be fine, Momma.”

“Are you sure? I’m not so sure about you staying here now; I want my baby back under my roof, but I don’t want to make you sleep apart. I’m not trying to keep you apart, but I can’t imagine two other people sleeping in a queen-sized bed with this one,” she gestures to Derek as she bites her lip.

“Fran, we’ll make it work. We’re happy to be here. If we don’t fit, we’ll sleep in different rooms. We do that during cases; sometimes, it’s even nice,” Emily jokes.

“Maybe…”

“Honestly, Emily and I don’t take up that much room in the bed, and this one will be on his best behavior,” Spencer adds; his finger landing in the middle of Derek’s chest.

“Yes, I will,” Derek agrees and starts carrying the luggage up the stairs.

“Brunch will be at 10:30 tomorrow,” Fran yells after him.

“Thanks, momma, ‘night.”

“I look forward to it. Good night, Fran,” Spencer says, before following Derek.

Emily stays downstairs and Fran gestures for her to follow her into the kitchen where Emily sits at the breakfast bar and Fran putters around the kitchen.

“Something to drink?”

“Water would be good, thanks,” Emily responds. She takes a deep breath, before adding, “Thank you.”

“For what, love bug?”

“For being you.”

“I’m not sure that’s it, because I’ve always been me, Emily, and you’ve never thanked me before.”

“Thank you for being happy for us.”

“Well, that’s sweet of you to say, but I’m really happy for me. I wanted another grandbaby, especially one from my baby boy.”

“That’s not true. You wanted your son to be happy,” Emily said; her eyes glassy and a melancholy grin on her face.

“And you, too, Emily. And Spencer, of course. But I know you don’t want to hear that from me and I wish…I wish you had it, too.”

“I guess you’ll have to show me how to do this good mother thing.”

“Emily, it’s not something anyone can teach you. Especially not me,” She bites her lip and closes her eyes for a minute, “God knows I’ve made mistakes as a mother, horrible mistakes and my children, especially Derek, paid for them. But all I can tell you is that you have to keep in mind that what makes them truly happy should make you happy, even if you don’t agree, even if it terrifies you, even if you may not understand it. And you’ll know what makes them happy, you’ll see it in their eyes and their words and their bodies. Happiness is the key to life. Now the things that they think make them happy won’t always be what truly do and you have to guide them through and help them explore the world, but it’s not your job to do it for them.”

“God, I hope I can figure it out.”

“You have two men who love you and people who support you, and most importantly, you’re worried and that’s the first part of parenting, the worry. I wouldn’t be so happy, if I knew my grandbaby wasn’t going to be in good arms,” Fran says with a smile.

Emily returns the smile; Fran rubs soothing circles on Emily’s back before kissing her on the forehead and heading up the stairs to her own room. Emily splashes water on her face and places her cup in the sink before following. Derek and Spencer are both still awake, but clearly only waiting for her to curl up into bed.

“Everything okay?” Derek asks; he’s sprawled across the bed, while Spencer sits in the rocking chair finishing the final pages of his book.

“Yeah,” Emily replies softly.

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

“What did you and my momma talk about?”

“Being a mother.”

“Did it make you feel better?”

“A little.”

“That’s good, sweetheart. Now get in this bed, I’m getting awfully cold here.”

Emily laughs, puts on her pajamas, heads to the bathroom, and then finally crawls under the covers to shimmy up next to Derek. Spencer finishes the book, drops it on the side table, and goes to the bathroom.  He comes back and slides onto the bed sliver Derek and Emily left him. They quickly fall asleep.

Emily wakes up, in the middle of the night, to Derek’s lips pressing against her forehead.

“Sweetheart, you alright?” He asks groggily, and she realizes she has a leg hooked over his hips and had been undulating against him. She would feel slightly ridiculous, if it wasn’t for the fingers traveling over her belly-button and the erection pressed against the inside of her knee. She hums her response.

“We probably shouldn’t do this in your mother’s house,” she whispers, but she doesn’t stop his hand’s progression under her waistband.

“Spence is the only one opposed to that; I’m game, if you are.” She recognizes it for what it is: a dare. A Derek Morgan dare. She accepts with a sloppy kiss.

It’s fast; his fingers flutter against her clit perfectly and he teases just enough to bring her to a quick simmer. When he slides two fingers into her and presses against her clit with his thumb, her muscles quiver around him. He kisses her to keep her moans to a minimum. She moves to slide down his body.

“Em, you don’t have to,” he whispers tugging on her arm.

“Shut up,” she hisses back.

She trails kisses down his navel and laps at the pre-cum that’s pooled there.  It’s warm under the blankets and the muskiness is starting to permeate the air. She swirls her tongue and hollows out her cheeks. This isn’t their usual romance; they’re like ridiculously horny college students, hiding under blankets, sleepy blowjobs, and quick orgasms. She swallows as much as she can, licks up the rest, kisses his thigh, and then moves up to kiss his lips. They fall asleep satiated.

The next morning she’s woken up with a flick to her upper arm; her limbs still tangled with Derek’s.

“It smells like a brothel in here; you two are incorrigible,” Spencer hisses; he’s fully-dressed and looking affectionately annoyed.

“How do you know what a brothel smells like, Pretty Boy?” Derek asks blearily and Emily snickers into his neck.

“You two need to get up and, I don’t know, maybe, Febreze this room,” Spencer responds.

“Or you could join us,” Derek says, reaching out suddenly and sprawling Spencer across them.

“Not in your mother’s house, Derek, she’s downstairs cooking; I already spoke to her when I got a cup of coffee. I couldn’t possibly,” he sputters and they laugh in response, “I’m glad you find my veneration comical.”

“Spence,” Emily sighs through chortles.

Spencer gets up and rubs out his non-existent wrinkles. They’re still laughing and Spencer is now looking more annoyed than affectionate. She pops out of bed and kisses his cheek.

“Love you,” Emily says as she grabs a change of clothes and head for the shower.

“Sure you don’t want a good morning blow job?” Derek asks.

“Shut up, of course, I would, but I am not an obnoxious, lascivious teenager.”

“Okay, grandpa,” Derek says, kissing the top of Spencer’s head.

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The brunch goes off without a hitch; Sarah and Desiree are thrilled and squeeze the three close. His family and friends are overwhelmingly accepting. The amount of which his family wants to talk and bring them in engulfs Emily and Spencer. Derek finds them hiding out in the formal dining room an hour and a half in.

“Too intense out there?” Derek asks as he moves to throw his arm around Emily. She ducks out of it.

“If somebody else touches my stomach or throws their arms around me, I might snap,” she replies.

“We are not use to this much physical affection; it’s overwhelming to have virtual strangers hugging and touching us, especially after not having many physically intimate relationships before,” Spencer assesses.

“Spencer, that sounded weird,” Derek replies slightly aggravated, “they’re my family, not strangers, and they’re excited for us. I thought you wanted people to be excited for us.”

“I just mean that as children, Emily and I were not hugged and touched as much as many; therefore, the physicality is uncomfortable.”

“I could tell them to stop.”

“Or you could just let us hide out here for a while,” Emily says.

“All right, I’ll cover for you for a little bit; how long do you think you’ll need?”

“Just five more minutes.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Emily stalks Spencer down the upstairs hallway. She grabs him around the waist and slides her hand under his shirt.

“Emily,” he sighs.

“Spencer,” she replies, kissing his neck.

“Not here.”

“Yes, here, my momma won’t be back for another hour, at the earliest,” Derek says ambushing him from the other side.

“I hate you two.”

“Your cock doesn’t,” Emily whispers as she runs her hand down the front of his pants.

“You sound like a high school student; furthermore, we have to be out of here in two hours to go to the hockey game.”

“You don’t care about the hockey game.”

“I do; I’m fascinated by the players’ willingness to partake in the game’s brutality.”

“Plus, it shouldn’t take you two hours, grandpa,” Derek says, engulfing Spencer in a kiss. Derek pulls away quickly when Spencer bites his lower lip and pouts.

“Don’t call me that.”

“What are you going to do about it, Pretty Boy?”

“This,” Spencer growls as he uses his strength and Derek’s surprise to slam him into the hallway’s wall. He nips at Derek’s jaw; he’s careful to make sure not to leave any visible marks.

“But it’s my mother’s house,” Derek mocks.

“Well, I am human, Derek,” Spencer hisses.

They trip toward the bedroom, their lips seeking each other out.

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“Derek Morgan, you get your butt over here,” calls a petite brunette with a Jonathan Toews jersey that she could wear as a dress. She launches herself at Derek. He kisses her cheek and sets her down. Bobby and Derek share a man hug that handshake-hug combo.

“Bobby, Mar, this is Emily and Spencer. Emily, Spencer, Bobby and Marissa,” Derek half-yells over the music pumping through The United Center.

“You can call me Mar,” Marissa says congenially, hugging both of them, while Bobby settles for simple handshakes.

They move to their seats. Emily moves to sit on the aisle to have easy access to the bathroom, Spencer in between her and Derek.

“As much as I love those two and hockey; do you mind if I sit down here with you?” Marissa asks Emily, “They ignore me when I sit by them.”

“Baby girl, I’m hurt,” Derek fake sulks.

“Shut up, you know it’s true.”

“Um, I’m gonna, have to get up,” Emily tries to organize an excuse.

“Oh, I completely forgot, Derek told us you were pregnant. Well, I’ll just sit between you guys. Plus, I hear Dr. Reid here has the best facts.”

Bobby fills Derek in on the going-ons, the gossip, at his old precinct where Bobby still works.  Marissa is chatting Emily’s ear off with her own pregnancy experiences. Spencer is a little excluded from both conversations, so Derek interlaces his fingers with Spencer’s and gives his hand a light squeeze. Emily doesn’t miss it, when Bobby looks slightly distasteful at their clasped hands. Bobby grabs Marissa and drags her to the concession stand. If questioned, Emily would swear she didn’t get up to spy but got up to use the restroom.

“He’s holding hands with him,” Bobby seethes.

“They’ve been together for a long time, Robert, I thought you would’ve gotten over this,” Marissa says, crossing her arms tightly over the 19 on her chest.

“Derek is not gay.”

“Clearly, you’re wrong about that.”

“Clearly, I’m not completely wrong.”

“I can’t believe you’re going to throw away your friendship with Derek by being a homophobe.”

“I’m not throwing away the friendship; I just don’t always agree with his choices. And I’m not a homophobe; I’m really nice to the gay guy down at the station; it’s just, he’s Derek.”

“That’s exactly what a homophobic jackass would say.”

“It’s clearly a choice for him; Emily is there, hell, Emily is pregnant.”

“I can’t believe I married a homophobe. Bobby, Derek and Spencer were together long before Emily came along.”

“But he never flaunted it in my face. He never brought him home; the first time I met Spencer was when Emily was there, too. I just think he’s trying to find a way to dump Spencer, so he and Emily can be a real family.”

“Bobby, I’m gay,” Derek says, coming up out of nowhere and startling both the couple and Emily. His pain is etched in every line of his body, and Emily wants to rush to him but doesn’t want to admit she’s been spying this whole time.

“What about Emily?”

“Bringing Emily into our relationship was not my idea, and if it was anybody else, I would have never agreed. After what happened to me as a kid, I had trouble admitting it but that doesn’t mean it isn’t true. Maybe this was a bad idea.”

“No, Derek, I was so excited to meet them and your news,” Marissa says and pinches her husband before hugging Derek pulling his head down to her shoulder and rubbing up and down his scalp and neck.

“I, just, we…we went out all those times and you picked up all those girls and you were a guy’s guy,” Bobby wrestles.

“He’s still a guy’s guy,” Spencer says, coming up and resting his hand on Derek’s back. Emily can’t help herself; she walks up next to them.

“He’s right; Derek is still a guy’s guy,” Emily agrees.

“I thought, I thought, you would be supportive,” Derek purses his lips, “We need to go.”

“No, you two should talk,” Spencer encourages.

“Yes, you truly are a genius, Spencer,” Marissa agrees.

“I need to use the restroom,” Emily says, Spencer nods and heads back to their section, while Marissa accompanies her.

When they exit, Derek and Bobby are talking animatedly. They both still look tense, but Derek doesn’t have his arms crossed over his chest anymore. Emily lets it be and follows Marissa back to their seats.

“This is a good game and none of us are even watching it,” Marissa comments after a while, “I’m sorry about him.”

“It’s a typical response to a late ‘coming-out’,” Spencer comments.

“A response like that should never be typical,” Marissa grouses.

“I like her,” Emily laughs.

“Me, too,” Spencer agrees.

“Right here,” Marissa gripes, but then smiles, “but thanks.”

Derek and Bobby come back just as the first period ends. Their faces are both tight, but Derek’s body isn’t wrought with pain and anger anymore. He squeezes each of their hands as he passes to get to his seat and throws his arm around Spencer defiantly. Bobby’s mouth turns up on one side.

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes to Spencer.

“It’s alright; I understand that it’s difficult to accept something you never knew about someone you’ve known for so long.”

“Don’t give him an out,” Marissa complains.

“She’s right,” Bobby agrees and looks at Spencer and Emily, “I’m glad Derek has two people who love him; he deserves it.”

“You sound like my mother,” Derek teases as he shoves Bobby’s shoulder.

They all relax a little more.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The rest of their trip to Chicago goes well, but Las Vegas is a lot like DC. Yet, Diana isn’t angry or mean, she just doesn’t quite understand and she demands Derek leaves. She’s confident he’s a government agent who is trying to spy on her. She tells Emily that the government is going to monitor her pregnancy and try to take the baby away. She spews facts and paranoia the whole time and Emily watches Spencer crawl into himself. She assures him that they will visit again that their visit hasn’t off-put them; they still love him. She knows he worries about that: that they’ll leave him because he will be her, but they still love her and will him if it ever comes to that. He worries that they’ll be like his father.

Derek spends his time at the blackjack table, Spencer spends his time agonizing, and Emily spends her time trying to hold the two together. She knows they’re all relieved to be on their way back to their big bed and their normal routine, even if that normal routine includes paperwork and unsubs.

When they’re quiet, like they have been for the last few days, Emily knows she needs to do something. When they get quiet, they also don’t touch. They get home from work a few days after their return trip from Vegas. It’s late; they order Chinese food, while watching The Daily Show. It’s infuriatingly quiet; they might as well be sitting in different rooms.

Derek heads up for a shower. Spencer puts on pajamas and climbs into bed. Emily climbs in next to him naked and starts to strip off his clothes.

“Emily, not tonight,” Spencer says and tries to roll away from her.

“We all need to touch,” Emily says.

“Emily.”

“You know as well as I do that skin-to-skin contact is good for humans.”

“Yes, it is good for stress, anxiety, and even physical pain, but we don’t like to touch.”

“The three of us like to touch each other and that’s all I want to do; we have had a lot of stress and anxiety lately.”

She presses her body into him and he wraps an arm around her. She immediately feels tension leave both of them. His skin is warm and presses against her tender chest. He’s boney and sinewy against her softened curves.

“Your chest is much bigger. An average woman’s breasts can grow two sizes during pregnancy, but will probably go down after weaning.”

“There’s the Spencer I know.”

“What’s going on in here?” Derek asks.

“I think you’d refer to it as cuddling,” Spencer replies sardonically.

“O, look, Spence is back.”

Emily gets up and pulls off Derek’s boxers. He crawls into his usual space between them. They’re touching each other gently. She throws her arm over Derek’s body, places her hand on his chest, presses her front to his back, and throws her leg over his hip to latch her foot around Spencer’s hip. His body heat relieves some of the tenderness in her chest. Her baby bump fits nicely in the small of his back. They’re all pressed together tightly. She can feel Spencer’s cold feet against her shins and his one hand threads with hers on Derek’s chest. Derek’s body loses its tension as well. They fall asleep quickly tangled together.

Emily wakes up when she hears a whimper close to her. She can see a Spencer shaped blob under the blankets.

“Sorry, Em,” Derek says. She hears a snort from Spencer and smiles at them. It’s not too early; a half an hour before their usual morning routine begins.

“S’okay, best night’s rest I’ve had in weeks, maybe even months.”

Derek hums in agreement and a thumbs-up appears from under the blanket. Emily snorts into Derek’s neck.

“I love you two.”
“Passion is the quickest to develop, and the quickest to fade. Intimacy develops more slowly, and commitment more gradually still.” -Robert Sternberg

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