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Chapter Title: Ignite
Title: Here Comes Baby (11/?)
Author name: allkindsoffics
Main Pairings: Morgan/Reid/Prentiss
Characters: Derek Morgan, Spencer Reid, Emily Prentiss baby!OC
Rating: nc-17 (overall nc-17)
Word count: 1329
Warnings/Spoilers: threesome sex, lactation
Part of To Pick Up
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Summary: Living with Charlotte and getting their groove back.
Author’s Note: I love feedback, thanks!
“Why can’t our girl ever catch a break?” Derek asks as he wipes spit-up off his shoulder and paces with Charlotte cradled in the crook of his arm.
“She’s a preemie having been born before thirty-seven weeks, unfortunately, these things happen to preemies, 65 to 85 percent of preemies have gastroesophageal reflux disease,” Spencer says.
Charlotte lets out a particularly loud wail, and Derek grimaces, “Not really making us feel better, Spence.”
Spencer shrugs and holds out his hands to take her. He holds her vertically against his chest, wipes the tears from her cheeks, and rubs tiny circles on her stomach.
“Do the tummy rubs help?” Emily asks.
“Maybe, but keeping her vertical after a feeding definitely does,” Spencer says as Charlotte’s wails turn to softer sobs.
“I hate this,” Derek grouses.
“Here, go back to Daddy,” Spencer says, placing Charlotte in Derek’s arms. Derek crooks his arms so her torso’s vertical and he spreads his large hand over her stomach and rubs little circles there. Her sobs die down a little more and they start to relax. The reflux has kept them all up and Emily is pretty sure it might be giving her reflux. She’s so worried that she almost constantly feels bile rise in her esophagus.
She uses the breast pump after feedings now, because shorter more frequent feedings is supposed to help as well. They’re making things work, but it’s running them ragged. Derek and Spencer usually take the night shift, but lately, Derek’s taken to falling asleep in the nursery. He’s severely missed in the master bedroom but can’t seem to pull himself away from their little girl. It starts affecting his work.
It’s after a difficult case where things have gone all kinds of wrong when it finally comes to a head. Emily is woken at three in the morning by terse yells. She scurries down the stairs to admonish them; Charlotte’s finally sleeping soundly after weeks of exhaustion.
“You need to take your leave,” Spencer reasons.
“I’m not gonna do that,” Derek responds angrily.
“Derek, the way you were in the field; it’s unacceptable.”
“Don’t tell me what’s unacceptable, Dr. Reid, you remember that I’ve been doing this longer than you have.”
“And I am allowed to question you, especially if you are endangering other members of our unit.”
“I didn’t endanger anybody.”
“You almost got JJ killed.”
“You’re exaggerating.”
“And your near-sightedness is going to get you or someone else on the team killed.”
“Reid, not another word.”
“Derek, please, listen to me.”
Derek crosses his arms over his chest and stares at Spencer. There’s a vein throbbing tightly next to his eye and Emily wonders if they’ve even seen her.
“Derek, I love you and I know you’re good at your job. But you’ve been too preoccupied with Charlotte to worry about your job.”
“You’re pushing it Dr. Reid.”
“Stop it,” Reid replies tersely, “Stop fucking trying to distance yourself from me.”
“What’s going on?” Emily asks softly as she moves into the kitchen where they’re arguing.
“He’s saying I can’t do my job,” Derek huffs.
“That’s not what I’m saying, Derek,” Spencer sighs, “I want him to take leave so he can be with Charlotte and you for a while and come back to the BAU refreshed and not as worried.”
“I think it’s a good idea Derek,” Emily says, running her hand down Derek’s arm and smiling softly at Spencer.
Derek and Hotch plan for a three-week leave and it starts after the next case. It’s weird having Derek around all the time, but Emily’s not complaining because now she’s getting enough sleep. While it’s almost all family time, they’re missing Spencer. She knows it’s hard for Spencer to know they’re doing family activities without him. But Hotch can’t be three members down. The only redeeming point is that Charlotte is starting to recognize them and congruently miss them. After a case or a long day at Quantico, Spencer arrives home to baby squeals and grabby fingers reaching for him. As a family, they spend the evening together, but bedtime is Spencer’s.
The baby monitor wasn’t turned off from Charlotte’s afternoon nap, Emily smiles as Spencer explains why baby pajamas have to be flame retardant to their gurgling little girl, she hears him settle into the rocking chair still talking to Charlotte, and then he starts singing. Emily laughs; she’s never heard him sing before and now his usually analytical is crooning Bob Dylan’s “Forever Young.”
“Derek,” she calls, and he walks into the living room, drying his hands on a dish towel with his eyebrow arched, “Did you know he could sing like this?”
“Pretty Boy,” Derek laughs, “He’s always good for a surprise.”
They trek up the stairs and gently open the door. Spencer stutters, stops singing, and looks at them suspiciously.
“The monitor was still on,” Emily confesses; Spencer snorts knowingly.
“Pretty Boy, you were holding out on us,” Derek teases, “I had no idea you could sing like that.”
“It was one of the only ways to calm my mother,” he admits softly as he runs a slow hand over Charlotte’s back.
“Continue,” Emily says as she curls up on the daybed; Derek lounges next to her. Spencer tries to start again, but the note catches in his throat. He clears it and starts again. His voice is hesitant at first, but as he hits the chorus, his voice gets stronger. He finishes and lays Charlotte gently in her crib.
“Come on rock star,” Emily says, dragging Spencer to the bedroom.
Emily kisses him, rucks up his shirt and over his head, and runs her hands over his torso. Derek is standing behind him; he kisses Spencer’s neck and slides his hand into the front of his pants. Emily pulls off her clothes, leaves just her underwear, and notices that Derek’s down to his boxer-briefs. Emily drags Spencer to the bed with Derek trailing behind. She falls back, crawls back on the bed, and drags Spencer with her. Spencer kisses down her neck and onto her chest. He unlatches her bra and kisses her breast.
“I haven’t pumped yet tonight,” Emily whispers and Spencer grins.
“Can I?” He asks eagerly. She hesitates for a moment before nodding quickly and flames growing in her eyes. He latches to the nipple, sucks deeply, and her milk fills his mouth. They all moan erotically and Derek reaches down to stroke himself. Spencer pulls back and milk leaks down Emily’s breast.
“Join me,” Spencer says to Derek. Derek closes his eyes, breaths out a strained exhale, and crawls up to Emily’s other breast. They both latch, Emily thrashes, and her head lolling from side to side.
“Holy shit,” she groans, holding their heads to her chest.
Derek reaches down and brings her to the edge with his dexterous fingers on her clit. When her moans get more erratic, he pulls away from her breast, and slides into her. The combination of Derek’s quick rhythm and Spencer’s suckling send her over the edge quickly. Derek follows her with a yelp and leans down to kiss her roughly. Spencer finishes suckling her and falls back onto the bed, his erection throbbing intensely against his stomach.
Derek reaches for the lube, preps himself efficiently, and crawls on top of Spencer. He guides Spencer into him. He takes his time moving slowly. Spencer reaches for his hips, but he doesn’t have the strength to change Derek movements if Derek doesn’t want to. Derek gives into Spencer’s hands caressing his thighs and increases his movement. Spencer groans Derek’s name, Derek presses down fully, and waits out Spencer’s orgasm.
Right as Derek pulls off and curls up next to his two exhausted lovers, a tiny wail emits from the monitor on the dresser.
“Fuck,” Derek chuckles, “I can’t move.”
“Hope she’s not hungry,” Emily jokes as she smacks both their asses and pulls on her robe.
“Sex is emotion in motion.”-Mae West
Title: Here Comes Baby (11/?)
Author name: allkindsoffics
Main Pairings: Morgan/Reid/Prentiss
Characters: Derek Morgan, Spencer Reid, Emily Prentiss baby!OC
Rating: nc-17 (overall nc-17)
Word count: 1329
Warnings/Spoilers: threesome sex, lactation
Part of To Pick Up
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Summary: Living with Charlotte and getting their groove back.
Author’s Note: I love feedback, thanks!
“Why can’t our girl ever catch a break?” Derek asks as he wipes spit-up off his shoulder and paces with Charlotte cradled in the crook of his arm.
“She’s a preemie having been born before thirty-seven weeks, unfortunately, these things happen to preemies, 65 to 85 percent of preemies have gastroesophageal reflux disease,” Spencer says.
Charlotte lets out a particularly loud wail, and Derek grimaces, “Not really making us feel better, Spence.”
Spencer shrugs and holds out his hands to take her. He holds her vertically against his chest, wipes the tears from her cheeks, and rubs tiny circles on her stomach.
“Do the tummy rubs help?” Emily asks.
“Maybe, but keeping her vertical after a feeding definitely does,” Spencer says as Charlotte’s wails turn to softer sobs.
“I hate this,” Derek grouses.
“Here, go back to Daddy,” Spencer says, placing Charlotte in Derek’s arms. Derek crooks his arms so her torso’s vertical and he spreads his large hand over her stomach and rubs little circles there. Her sobs die down a little more and they start to relax. The reflux has kept them all up and Emily is pretty sure it might be giving her reflux. She’s so worried that she almost constantly feels bile rise in her esophagus.
She uses the breast pump after feedings now, because shorter more frequent feedings is supposed to help as well. They’re making things work, but it’s running them ragged. Derek and Spencer usually take the night shift, but lately, Derek’s taken to falling asleep in the nursery. He’s severely missed in the master bedroom but can’t seem to pull himself away from their little girl. It starts affecting his work.
It’s after a difficult case where things have gone all kinds of wrong when it finally comes to a head. Emily is woken at three in the morning by terse yells. She scurries down the stairs to admonish them; Charlotte’s finally sleeping soundly after weeks of exhaustion.
“You need to take your leave,” Spencer reasons.
“I’m not gonna do that,” Derek responds angrily.
“Derek, the way you were in the field; it’s unacceptable.”
“Don’t tell me what’s unacceptable, Dr. Reid, you remember that I’ve been doing this longer than you have.”
“And I am allowed to question you, especially if you are endangering other members of our unit.”
“I didn’t endanger anybody.”
“You almost got JJ killed.”
“You’re exaggerating.”
“And your near-sightedness is going to get you or someone else on the team killed.”
“Reid, not another word.”
“Derek, please, listen to me.”
Derek crosses his arms over his chest and stares at Spencer. There’s a vein throbbing tightly next to his eye and Emily wonders if they’ve even seen her.
“Derek, I love you and I know you’re good at your job. But you’ve been too preoccupied with Charlotte to worry about your job.”
“You’re pushing it Dr. Reid.”
“Stop it,” Reid replies tersely, “Stop fucking trying to distance yourself from me.”
“What’s going on?” Emily asks softly as she moves into the kitchen where they’re arguing.
“He’s saying I can’t do my job,” Derek huffs.
“That’s not what I’m saying, Derek,” Spencer sighs, “I want him to take leave so he can be with Charlotte and you for a while and come back to the BAU refreshed and not as worried.”
“I think it’s a good idea Derek,” Emily says, running her hand down Derek’s arm and smiling softly at Spencer.
Derek and Hotch plan for a three-week leave and it starts after the next case. It’s weird having Derek around all the time, but Emily’s not complaining because now she’s getting enough sleep. While it’s almost all family time, they’re missing Spencer. She knows it’s hard for Spencer to know they’re doing family activities without him. But Hotch can’t be three members down. The only redeeming point is that Charlotte is starting to recognize them and congruently miss them. After a case or a long day at Quantico, Spencer arrives home to baby squeals and grabby fingers reaching for him. As a family, they spend the evening together, but bedtime is Spencer’s.
The baby monitor wasn’t turned off from Charlotte’s afternoon nap, Emily smiles as Spencer explains why baby pajamas have to be flame retardant to their gurgling little girl, she hears him settle into the rocking chair still talking to Charlotte, and then he starts singing. Emily laughs; she’s never heard him sing before and now his usually analytical is crooning Bob Dylan’s “Forever Young.”
“Derek,” she calls, and he walks into the living room, drying his hands on a dish towel with his eyebrow arched, “Did you know he could sing like this?”
“Pretty Boy,” Derek laughs, “He’s always good for a surprise.”
They trek up the stairs and gently open the door. Spencer stutters, stops singing, and looks at them suspiciously.
“The monitor was still on,” Emily confesses; Spencer snorts knowingly.
“Pretty Boy, you were holding out on us,” Derek teases, “I had no idea you could sing like that.”
“It was one of the only ways to calm my mother,” he admits softly as he runs a slow hand over Charlotte’s back.
“Continue,” Emily says as she curls up on the daybed; Derek lounges next to her. Spencer tries to start again, but the note catches in his throat. He clears it and starts again. His voice is hesitant at first, but as he hits the chorus, his voice gets stronger. He finishes and lays Charlotte gently in her crib.
“Come on rock star,” Emily says, dragging Spencer to the bedroom.
Emily kisses him, rucks up his shirt and over his head, and runs her hands over his torso. Derek is standing behind him; he kisses Spencer’s neck and slides his hand into the front of his pants. Emily pulls off her clothes, leaves just her underwear, and notices that Derek’s down to his boxer-briefs. Emily drags Spencer to the bed with Derek trailing behind. She falls back, crawls back on the bed, and drags Spencer with her. Spencer kisses down her neck and onto her chest. He unlatches her bra and kisses her breast.
“I haven’t pumped yet tonight,” Emily whispers and Spencer grins.
“Can I?” He asks eagerly. She hesitates for a moment before nodding quickly and flames growing in her eyes. He latches to the nipple, sucks deeply, and her milk fills his mouth. They all moan erotically and Derek reaches down to stroke himself. Spencer pulls back and milk leaks down Emily’s breast.
“Join me,” Spencer says to Derek. Derek closes his eyes, breaths out a strained exhale, and crawls up to Emily’s other breast. They both latch, Emily thrashes, and her head lolling from side to side.
“Holy shit,” she groans, holding their heads to her chest.
Derek reaches down and brings her to the edge with his dexterous fingers on her clit. When her moans get more erratic, he pulls away from her breast, and slides into her. The combination of Derek’s quick rhythm and Spencer’s suckling send her over the edge quickly. Derek follows her with a yelp and leans down to kiss her roughly. Spencer finishes suckling her and falls back onto the bed, his erection throbbing intensely against his stomach.
Derek reaches for the lube, preps himself efficiently, and crawls on top of Spencer. He guides Spencer into him. He takes his time moving slowly. Spencer reaches for his hips, but he doesn’t have the strength to change Derek movements if Derek doesn’t want to. Derek gives into Spencer’s hands caressing his thighs and increases his movement. Spencer groans Derek’s name, Derek presses down fully, and waits out Spencer’s orgasm.
Right as Derek pulls off and curls up next to his two exhausted lovers, a tiny wail emits from the monitor on the dresser.
“Fuck,” Derek chuckles, “I can’t move.”
“Hope she’s not hungry,” Emily jokes as she smacks both their asses and pulls on her robe.
“Sex is emotion in motion.”-Mae West