Complete Opposites (Part III)
Title: Complete Opposites
Authors: inward_audacity
Beta: floatingamoeba
Category: Romance/Humor
Rating: FRAO
Warning: Sex, Language
Pairing: Morgan/Prentiss
Summary: They are as different as fire and ice yet they are attracted to each other like moths to a flame.
Authors' Note: AU. Written for cm_bigbang. Beautiful art done by the amazing krimskii can be found here. Go check it out now! This chapter contains smut. You've been warned.
Emily leaned against the car while she waited for her boyfriend. She had her head down, looking at the Blackberry in her hand and reading the text messages when someone noticed her.
"Hey, aren't you Derek Morgan's girl?"
She rolled her eyes at that statement before looking up at the random stranger. "Do I know you?" she asked with a polite smile.
"No," he shrugged. "I just like watching football. Oh, I heard about Derek. He can't play again and it's your fault, isn't it?"
The brunette took a deep breath, keeping a tight smile on her face and refrained herself to kicking this random guy where it would hurt the most. "That's just a rumour. Derek is fine and he can still play."
"Really?" he asked incredulously, "Isn't he like handicapped or something? I read it in the magazines. Everyone's saying it's like your fault."
"What are you talking about?" Derek rushed to Emily's side, pushing her behind him. "Who said it was her fault?"
"I'm just sayin'..." he said, putting his hands up in the air.
"Derek, please..." She quickly grabbed his hand when she saw him clenched his fists. "Don't... It's no big deal," she whispered. "Let's just go, okay?"
"Just so you know, it was never her fault."
"Whatever man..." he said, backing off, "Chill."
"Why did you stop me?" Derek asked incredulously, "He doesn't know the real reason behind my injury."
"So, what are you planning to do?" she retorted. "Tell every random stranger that comes up to you the real story? Come on, it doesn't matter. Soon enough, they'll forget about this and move on."
"But..."
"No buts, Derek," she quickly cut him off, "Do you really think those people are worth your time? If I didn't stop you, you are going to tackle him, aren't you? Do you really think that will help?"
"I hate it when you're right," he sighed, crossing his arms over his chest.
She smiled softly and kissed his cheek. "Thank you for standing up for me. That was sweet."
"I think I deserve more than just one little kiss on the cheek..." he smiled, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
She rolled her eyes but leaned in to kiss him. They were so caught up in each other, neither of them noticed they were being followed and photographed all the while.
…...
No matter how many times Emily had been through it, she still could never quell the butterflies zipping around in her stomach. 'Close your eyes and take deep breaths...' She did as her father used to tell her whenever she was nervous. Usually, it would help a little but this time, it didn't. Today would be Derek's first public appearance after the infamous attack that landed him in the hospital, so obviously she couldn't help but feel her heart beating a little faster. Frankly, she would really prefer it if this press conference could be postponed but thanks to David's little stunt, the team needed Derek to come out and clear the air.
"Are you ready?" she asked, looking at his boyfriend/boss sitting leisurely on the couch. She really hated him sometimes - how is it possible for him to be so cool, calm and collected at a time like this?
"I was born ready, baby," he winked.
She rolled her eyes at his confidence, or was that complacence? She doesn't even know any more. "Number one, don't call me 'baby' when we're working. Number two, if you're ready, get your ass off that couch and move. We don't want to be late."
"Your wish is my command," he said, smiling mischievously.
"What?" she rolled her eyes when he stood in front of her with that very smile.
"Has anyone told you look really sexy when you're Little Miss No Nonsense Businesswoman?" he grinned, "And it makes me want to do this to you..." Before he could react, he pushed her against the wall and attacked her lips with fervour.
"What was that for?" she whispered breathlessly when he finally pulled away from her.
He simply grinned and shrugged, "Who knows?"
…...
Emily stood at the sidelines, smiling inwardly as she watched Derek interact with the press or as she liked to call them bloodthirsty beasts. Since she began working with him, the only time that he never annoyed her and even made her feel a little better about working with him was when she watched him handle the press. She felt a little more relaxed than she was earlier but one particular question caught her attention.
"Are you sure that the Bears will adhere to their contract?" Emily narrowed her eyes; she never really liked this reporter - Frank was his name - and he was notorious in the business for giving people a hard time.
"Yes, I am sure," Derek replied with a fake smile, not that she could blame him.
"Why are you so sure?" he asked again, "And are you really coming back for this year's Superbowl? You're not going to pull out of the match at the last minute, are you?"
"I'm sure because I have faith in my abilities and I have proven more than once that I'm a valuable player to the team. David, the team's manager has also given me his word that the Bears do not intend to breach the contract." He paused for a moment, staring Frank down before he smiled and continued, "I will be returning to the field for Superbowl this year, next year and as many years as possible if my circumstances allow me to. I am recovering very well and I will be returning to train with the team very soon. So, I do not see any problems about my return this year. Any more questions, Frank?"
"Yes," he said with a smile that neither Emily nor Derek liked. "A lot of people are blaming your girlfriend, Emily for your injury and I have proof that you're upset about that. Why is it?"
"Oh my God..." Emily muttered under her breath, watching Derek carefully.
"Because it is completely untrue," he answered through gritted teeth. "She has got nothing to do with my injury and she certainly didn't cause it."
"But your fans only got upset after you revealed that you're taken..."
"So, I'm just supposed to remain single for the rest of my life?" he asked incredulously, "I love my fans and I'm very thankful for them but I have the right to be in a relationship without anyone's permission. So, I'd appreciate it if you'd leave Emily out of it. She's completely innocent and it's not fair that you're pushing all the blame on her."
Frank, the reporter's grin grew wider than ever, obviously very pleased that he had ruffled some feathers.
"I think that's enough..." David spoke up, resting a hand on Derek's arm. "It's all the time we have. Thank you all for coming..."
Derek was quickly escorted away as the cameras began flashing quickly, the reporters yelling out all sorts of questions, hoping he would respond to one of them. "You shouldn't have answered that question," Emily hissed as they were escorted to their car.
"I had to and I will do it again if I have to," he answered under his breath.
"You're so stubborn."
"We're not that different, baby," he grinned, squeezing her hand. "Mama will agree that I did the right thing too."
"Mommy's boy!"
....
"I'm sorry."
"What for?" Derek frowned, turning his head to look at the brunette sitting next to him.
"I was too harsh on you earlier," she shrugged, "You only did it to protect me. I would have done the same thing. And I shouldn't have called you a Mama's boy..."
He shrugged, "I am a little bit of a Mama's boy...," he admitted sheepishly.
Emily laughed softly and kissed him, "Thank you," she whispered, "For everything."
He smiled against her lips and slipped his hand behind her head, deepening the kiss. She began to giggle softly when he assaulted her neck but soon those giggles melted into quiet moans while his other hand found its way under her pyjama top and started caressing her bare skin. His touch was driving her crazy and all she could do was to toss her head, giving him more access while she held onto him tightly.
Her mind went completely blank when he pulled her onto his lap to straddle him without breaking the kiss and pressed her core firmly against his hardness. His hand rubbed her breasts through her bra while he moved to nibble at her earlobe.
"Baby, can I touch you? Please?" he asked breathlessly and all she could do was to moan in pleasure at the thought of that. She let him pull her shirt off and helped him undo her bra. His hands cupped her breasts, feeling them for the very first time that night. Emily moaned softly, arching her back and unintentionally forcing her chest further into his hands. He rolled her nipples between his fingers until they turned hard.
He leaned down to kiss her again, rolling her nipples between his fingers causing her to moan his name against his lips. Lowering his lips to her breast and flicked his tongue over her nipple while his hand fondle with its twin, making her to moan unrestrainedly.
Without a second thought, he grabbed her towards him and rolled over, pinning her to the mattress. She thrashed and cried out, digging her nails into his shoulders as he rolled her nipple between his tongue and teeth. He moved like a man on a mission, teasing and licking her soft skin. She found herself breathing a little harder and needing him a little more with every lick and kiss he left on her skin.
She helped him tug her pants off and moaned quietly when he pressed their bodies together, feeling her warmth so close to his length. She writhed and twitched, gripping the sheets tightly as his finger danced over the lines of her lace panties. He broke the kiss when his hands reached the waistband of the offending garment and pulled it down her legs. She bit her lip shyly when he stopped to take a moment to admire her body. Her eyes were heavy with desire and her ivory soft skin stood out like a beacon against the wine coloured sheets. She had curves in all the right places and he wondered what it would feel like if she wrapped her long limbs around his.
"Fuck, Emily," he whispered, "You're beautiful..."
Her cheeks turned a deep shade of pink and reached to tug at the hem of his shirt but he pushed her hand away. "Not yet," he whispered huskily and teasingly bit at her lip. He slipped a finger into her heat and bit back a smirk when he finally realised how wet he had made her already and he barely started his exploration of her body. Her quiet whimper of disappointment was quickly replaced with a surprised gasp when his tongue replaced where his finger had previously been.
Emily had somehow found the focus to move her hands from the sheets to fondle with her breasts, rolling the sensitive dark pink tips between her fingers while Derek teased her core with his mouth. She already knew he had a talented mouth from their previous kisses but she never realised that it could bring her this much pleasure.
He let out a low, animalistic growl when he saw her fondling with herself. That seemed to have struck a chord in him and he sucked her swollen clit as if his life depended on it while thrusting his fingers into her. Her slicked walls tightened around his fingers, her breathing ragged and she screamed his name when an unexpected wave of pleasure washed over her.
Her eyes finally fluttered open when the tremors of her last orgasm finally left her. She smiled softly and stretched her arms out, clearly wanting him back in her arms. She happily wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and kissed him deeply when he lowered his weight onto her. "Your turn..." she grinned mischievously and rolled them over so she was on top of him.
He smirked as she watched her toss his shirt across the room then made quick work on the knots on his sweatpants, tugging it down his legs along with his boxers. He watched as her swallow hard when her gaze fell on his arousal. "No wonder you walk around town like you own the place..." she teased.
"Emily..." he hissed, his chest heaving heavily when she wrapped her long fingers snugly around his impressive length while her lips peppered kisses over his toned chest.
"Shh..." she smiled and slowly dragged her tongue over the underside of his hard length. Her tongue danced lazily over his hardness, swirling it over the broad tip of his length.
He cursed thickly and breathed heavily, unable to take his eyes off her as she wrapped her luscious pink lips around him. It was a devastating understatement to say that he was not expecting that at all. Just five minutes ago, he was surfing through channels on the TV, searching for something decent to watch. Now, he was naked and so was his girlfriend, and she was struggling to take all of him into her mouth.
His vision quickly blurred and his head spun with all the blood rushing down south. He moaned his approval when she teasingly grazed her teeth over his sensitive length, sending shivers down his spine. He ran his fingers through her soft raven hair down to her neck, stroking the smooth skin there as she took him deeper. She whimpered in delight at his touch, the vibrations in her throat tickled his length and he moaned in response. He moaned again, louder this time when the tip of his length touched the back of her throat. Her head continued to bob up and down, sucking him hungrily.
She released him before he fell over the edge and smirked, "You got a condom somewhere?"
Derek cursed under his breath then quickly nodded, reaching for the contents in the side drawer next to the bed. She smirked as she took the little foil package from him. "Fuck..." he cursed again when Emily teased him as she slipped the condom over his hard length.
He placed his hands on either side of her hips as she positioned herself above him, both of them hissing as she slowly lowered herself onto him. As much as they both wanted him to be completely buried within her in a single stroke, they knew it would be too much for the both of them. She arched her back and whimpered quietly as he stretched her. When he finally buried himself to the hilt within her, she stopped for a moment, resting her hands on his toned chest to catch her breath.
Taking this opportunity, he quickly grabbed her and rolled her over again, moving slowly against her. He leaned down to kiss her, her tongues doing their own dance of passion while he slowly thrust into her. She rolled her hips, matching his rhythm and raked her nails down his muscular back to spur him on. She cried out when his hardness brushed against her sweet spot as they moved together. She tossed her head back, crying out again when he deliberately stroke that very same spot that drove her half out of her mind.
"Derek..." she moaned huskily into his ear. "Harder. Faster," she commanded and he was more than happy to oblige.
Her breathing grew erratic and she moaned his name over and over again as he slammed his body into hers. Her walls squeezed him a little tighter each time he thrust back into her. Emily clearly enjoyed the rough treatment, moaning deeply as he pounded roughly into her. She brought his hand to her breast, showing him how she liked to be touched. Taking her hint, he rolled her nipple between his fingers and pinched it, causing her yelp in surprise.
Beads of sweat accumulated on his brow, his chest heaving heavily, his lungs struggling to take in more air. He brought her leg from around his waist and hooked it over his shoulder, allowing himself to bury himself deeper into her. He moved forcefully against her until he was slamming into her, almost pounding her into her mattress. He could tell that she was close, her nails so dug deep into his shoulders, it was close enough to draw blood, yet the pain seemed to only spur him on. He bent down, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucked hungrily, grazing his teeth over it. She arched her back, screaming wildly as she climaxed.
That was when he felt his eyes roll to the back of his head. As her body trembled under the intensity of her climax, her walls squeezed him ever so tightly and that was enough to send him flying over the edge. His body tensed, his heart pounding so hard he could almost hear it as his own climax took over his body, ripples of pleasure coursing through his veins.
Exhausted, he collapsed on top of her, her arms came around him as they took their time to learn how to breathe again. Minutes passed and they continued to lay together in a comfortable silence, only the sound of their breathing could be heard.
Finally, he had recovered enough for him to move closer to her and wrap his arms tightly around her, kissing the nape of her neck. She smiled softly and turned her head to kiss him. "You know," she whispered, as he stroked her stomach, "Dr. Reid isn't going to happy is he knew what we just did."
"You really think talking about another man after we just had sex is the best thing to do?" he asked, raising his brows.
"I'm sorry," she said, chuckling. "I'm just worried - he said you need to be very careful. And he hasn't cleared you..."
"I think we both agree that I don't need him to clear me on anything to know that I'm completely fine." Derek kissed her nose and smiled, "We have an appointment tomorrow and he's going to tell me that I have fully recovered and I can go back to training and doing other stuff," he waggled his brows while Emily rolled her eyes. "And then we're going to win the Superbowl like we did last year...except this year, I'll have my girlfriend to celebrate my victory with me."
"What? Now you're some kind of physic that can see into the future?" she teased.
"Not physic, I'm just that good," he grinned, "You know what else is going to happen?"
"What?"
"We're going to spend the rest of the night repeating what we just did. Sleep will be the last thing we do today."
"You mean I haven't tired you out?"
She gasped when his hand toyed with her folds.
"Baby, that'll take a while..."
....
Several Months Later
"Chicago Bears' quarterback Morgan has the ball and he's running with it..." the announcer said excitedly into the microphone as everyone in the stadium watched. "Oh! And he takes a hard hit! That's gotta hurt..." he added unnecessarily. "Half time. The Bears are leading by two points but they have the second half of the game... They're gonna have to keep up the good work...the championship is theirs to lose! But the quarterback, number five doesn't look so good..."
…...
The players were ushered back into the locker room where their coach is giving them last minute advices before giving them their much deserved break. "How are you feeling?" Emily asked quietly as she stood in the corner with Derek. "You took a hard hit..."
"I'm fine," he replied tiredly. "It's not exactly a gentleman's game..."
"I know..." she whispered, rolling her eyes, "I watch the game... I'm just worried about you. You just recovered..."
"Four months ago, baby," he corrected. "I'm completely fine. Tired but I can handle it. Don't worry, okay?"
"Easier said than done..." she muttered. "Are you sure we don't need to get the doctor?"
"Positive," he said, pressing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Sit back, relax and watch me win thing. And when we win, I'm going to kiss you on national television again," he added with a smug grin.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?" she said sarcastically, "I can't hear you over your huge ego..."
"Cute," he teased. "It's almost time for the second half... I should go. Where's my helmet?"
She reluctantly passed him his helmet and muttered under her breath, "Why can't you pick a safer sport like golf or curling or even chess? Gotta go pick a sport that requires you to wear a helmet and safety equipments..."
"Have you watched a game of golf?" he asked incredulously, "It's like watching one of those National Geographic documentaries but more boring...all you see is the big blue sky."
"Shut up!" she glared at him, pushing his helmet at his chest. "You better be careful, you hear me? Mama made me promise that you won't end up in the hospital the next she comes over to visit..."
"I promise," he said seriously, "Wish me luck."
"Good luck." Then she frowned when he remained in the same spot, looking at her pointedly. "What?"
"I need a good luck kiss from my good luck charm..." he said charmingly.
"You are impossible," she muttered before leaning in to kiss him quickly on his lips.
"I love you," he whispered, winking as he re-joined his team. "Don't worry..."
…...
Emily sat in the bleachers biting her lip nervously as she watched the game. The scores had been even out and if the Bears doesn't score in the next two minutes, they would have to go into overtime. She wasn't sure if she could take any more of it.
"Come on, Derek," she breathed, "Run!"
"The ball's in the Bears possession," the announcer said, "Morgan's running with it but he's surrounded. The Bears have forty-three seconds to score and win this thing..."
Emily held her breath as she watched Derek toss the ball far out to his team mate across the yard. She could hear her heart pounding in her ears as he caught the ball and made a run for it as the players from the other team chased him down. It was as if everyone had stopped everything they were doing to watch him run down the yard towards the end zone and suddenly a victorious cry exploded in the stadium.
"Touchdown! Six points!" the announcer cheered as the game officially ended. "The Chicago Bears win! Good game..."
Confetti fell down on them as the supporters and players cheered happily. Emily ran down the stairs towards Derek and grinned brightly when he pulled her into a tight hug. "That was a good game," she whispered in his ears, "Well done."
"Thanks," he smiled and kissed her deeply. She returned the kiss, not caring that there were cameras surrounding them. "I told you I was gonna do that," he murmured against her lips.
"You are so annoying..." she whispered back, smiling softly.
"I love you too, baby."
Authors: inward_audacity
Beta: floatingamoeba
Category: Romance/Humor
Rating: FRAO
Warning: Sex, Language
Pairing: Morgan/Prentiss
Summary: They are as different as fire and ice yet they are attracted to each other like moths to a flame.
Authors' Note: AU. Written for cm_bigbang. Beautiful art done by the amazing krimskii can be found here. Go check it out now! This chapter contains smut. You've been warned.
Emily leaned against the car while she waited for her boyfriend. She had her head down, looking at the Blackberry in her hand and reading the text messages when someone noticed her.
"Hey, aren't you Derek Morgan's girl?"
She rolled her eyes at that statement before looking up at the random stranger. "Do I know you?" she asked with a polite smile.
"No," he shrugged. "I just like watching football. Oh, I heard about Derek. He can't play again and it's your fault, isn't it?"
The brunette took a deep breath, keeping a tight smile on her face and refrained herself to kicking this random guy where it would hurt the most. "That's just a rumour. Derek is fine and he can still play."
"Really?" he asked incredulously, "Isn't he like handicapped or something? I read it in the magazines. Everyone's saying it's like your fault."
"What are you talking about?" Derek rushed to Emily's side, pushing her behind him. "Who said it was her fault?"
"I'm just sayin'..." he said, putting his hands up in the air.
"Derek, please..." She quickly grabbed his hand when she saw him clenched his fists. "Don't... It's no big deal," she whispered. "Let's just go, okay?"
"Just so you know, it was never her fault."
"Whatever man..." he said, backing off, "Chill."
"Why did you stop me?" Derek asked incredulously, "He doesn't know the real reason behind my injury."
"So, what are you planning to do?" she retorted. "Tell every random stranger that comes up to you the real story? Come on, it doesn't matter. Soon enough, they'll forget about this and move on."
"But..."
"No buts, Derek," she quickly cut him off, "Do you really think those people are worth your time? If I didn't stop you, you are going to tackle him, aren't you? Do you really think that will help?"
"I hate it when you're right," he sighed, crossing his arms over his chest.
She smiled softly and kissed his cheek. "Thank you for standing up for me. That was sweet."
"I think I deserve more than just one little kiss on the cheek..." he smiled, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
She rolled her eyes but leaned in to kiss him. They were so caught up in each other, neither of them noticed they were being followed and photographed all the while.
…...
No matter how many times Emily had been through it, she still could never quell the butterflies zipping around in her stomach. 'Close your eyes and take deep breaths...' She did as her father used to tell her whenever she was nervous. Usually, it would help a little but this time, it didn't. Today would be Derek's first public appearance after the infamous attack that landed him in the hospital, so obviously she couldn't help but feel her heart beating a little faster. Frankly, she would really prefer it if this press conference could be postponed but thanks to David's little stunt, the team needed Derek to come out and clear the air.
"Are you ready?" she asked, looking at his boyfriend/boss sitting leisurely on the couch. She really hated him sometimes - how is it possible for him to be so cool, calm and collected at a time like this?
"I was born ready, baby," he winked.
She rolled her eyes at his confidence, or was that complacence? She doesn't even know any more. "Number one, don't call me 'baby' when we're working. Number two, if you're ready, get your ass off that couch and move. We don't want to be late."
"Your wish is my command," he said, smiling mischievously.
"What?" she rolled her eyes when he stood in front of her with that very smile.
"Has anyone told you look really sexy when you're Little Miss No Nonsense Businesswoman?" he grinned, "And it makes me want to do this to you..." Before he could react, he pushed her against the wall and attacked her lips with fervour.
"What was that for?" she whispered breathlessly when he finally pulled away from her.
He simply grinned and shrugged, "Who knows?"
…...
Emily stood at the sidelines, smiling inwardly as she watched Derek interact with the press or as she liked to call them bloodthirsty beasts. Since she began working with him, the only time that he never annoyed her and even made her feel a little better about working with him was when she watched him handle the press. She felt a little more relaxed than she was earlier but one particular question caught her attention.
"Are you sure that the Bears will adhere to their contract?" Emily narrowed her eyes; she never really liked this reporter - Frank was his name - and he was notorious in the business for giving people a hard time.
"Yes, I am sure," Derek replied with a fake smile, not that she could blame him.
"Why are you so sure?" he asked again, "And are you really coming back for this year's Superbowl? You're not going to pull out of the match at the last minute, are you?"
"I'm sure because I have faith in my abilities and I have proven more than once that I'm a valuable player to the team. David, the team's manager has also given me his word that the Bears do not intend to breach the contract." He paused for a moment, staring Frank down before he smiled and continued, "I will be returning to the field for Superbowl this year, next year and as many years as possible if my circumstances allow me to. I am recovering very well and I will be returning to train with the team very soon. So, I do not see any problems about my return this year. Any more questions, Frank?"
"Yes," he said with a smile that neither Emily nor Derek liked. "A lot of people are blaming your girlfriend, Emily for your injury and I have proof that you're upset about that. Why is it?"
"Oh my God..." Emily muttered under her breath, watching Derek carefully.
"Because it is completely untrue," he answered through gritted teeth. "She has got nothing to do with my injury and she certainly didn't cause it."
"But your fans only got upset after you revealed that you're taken..."
"So, I'm just supposed to remain single for the rest of my life?" he asked incredulously, "I love my fans and I'm very thankful for them but I have the right to be in a relationship without anyone's permission. So, I'd appreciate it if you'd leave Emily out of it. She's completely innocent and it's not fair that you're pushing all the blame on her."
Frank, the reporter's grin grew wider than ever, obviously very pleased that he had ruffled some feathers.
"I think that's enough..." David spoke up, resting a hand on Derek's arm. "It's all the time we have. Thank you all for coming..."
Derek was quickly escorted away as the cameras began flashing quickly, the reporters yelling out all sorts of questions, hoping he would respond to one of them. "You shouldn't have answered that question," Emily hissed as they were escorted to their car.
"I had to and I will do it again if I have to," he answered under his breath.
"You're so stubborn."
"We're not that different, baby," he grinned, squeezing her hand. "Mama will agree that I did the right thing too."
"Mommy's boy!"
....
"I'm sorry."
"What for?" Derek frowned, turning his head to look at the brunette sitting next to him.
"I was too harsh on you earlier," she shrugged, "You only did it to protect me. I would have done the same thing. And I shouldn't have called you a Mama's boy..."
He shrugged, "I am a little bit of a Mama's boy...," he admitted sheepishly.
Emily laughed softly and kissed him, "Thank you," she whispered, "For everything."
He smiled against her lips and slipped his hand behind her head, deepening the kiss. She began to giggle softly when he assaulted her neck but soon those giggles melted into quiet moans while his other hand found its way under her pyjama top and started caressing her bare skin. His touch was driving her crazy and all she could do was to toss her head, giving him more access while she held onto him tightly.
Her mind went completely blank when he pulled her onto his lap to straddle him without breaking the kiss and pressed her core firmly against his hardness. His hand rubbed her breasts through her bra while he moved to nibble at her earlobe.
"Baby, can I touch you? Please?" he asked breathlessly and all she could do was to moan in pleasure at the thought of that. She let him pull her shirt off and helped him undo her bra. His hands cupped her breasts, feeling them for the very first time that night. Emily moaned softly, arching her back and unintentionally forcing her chest further into his hands. He rolled her nipples between his fingers until they turned hard.
He leaned down to kiss her again, rolling her nipples between his fingers causing her to moan his name against his lips. Lowering his lips to her breast and flicked his tongue over her nipple while his hand fondle with its twin, making her to moan unrestrainedly.
Without a second thought, he grabbed her towards him and rolled over, pinning her to the mattress. She thrashed and cried out, digging her nails into his shoulders as he rolled her nipple between his tongue and teeth. He moved like a man on a mission, teasing and licking her soft skin. She found herself breathing a little harder and needing him a little more with every lick and kiss he left on her skin.
She helped him tug her pants off and moaned quietly when he pressed their bodies together, feeling her warmth so close to his length. She writhed and twitched, gripping the sheets tightly as his finger danced over the lines of her lace panties. He broke the kiss when his hands reached the waistband of the offending garment and pulled it down her legs. She bit her lip shyly when he stopped to take a moment to admire her body. Her eyes were heavy with desire and her ivory soft skin stood out like a beacon against the wine coloured sheets. She had curves in all the right places and he wondered what it would feel like if she wrapped her long limbs around his.
"Fuck, Emily," he whispered, "You're beautiful..."
Her cheeks turned a deep shade of pink and reached to tug at the hem of his shirt but he pushed her hand away. "Not yet," he whispered huskily and teasingly bit at her lip. He slipped a finger into her heat and bit back a smirk when he finally realised how wet he had made her already and he barely started his exploration of her body. Her quiet whimper of disappointment was quickly replaced with a surprised gasp when his tongue replaced where his finger had previously been.
Emily had somehow found the focus to move her hands from the sheets to fondle with her breasts, rolling the sensitive dark pink tips between her fingers while Derek teased her core with his mouth. She already knew he had a talented mouth from their previous kisses but she never realised that it could bring her this much pleasure.
He let out a low, animalistic growl when he saw her fondling with herself. That seemed to have struck a chord in him and he sucked her swollen clit as if his life depended on it while thrusting his fingers into her. Her slicked walls tightened around his fingers, her breathing ragged and she screamed his name when an unexpected wave of pleasure washed over her.
Her eyes finally fluttered open when the tremors of her last orgasm finally left her. She smiled softly and stretched her arms out, clearly wanting him back in her arms. She happily wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and kissed him deeply when he lowered his weight onto her. "Your turn..." she grinned mischievously and rolled them over so she was on top of him.
He smirked as she watched her toss his shirt across the room then made quick work on the knots on his sweatpants, tugging it down his legs along with his boxers. He watched as her swallow hard when her gaze fell on his arousal. "No wonder you walk around town like you own the place..." she teased.
"Emily..." he hissed, his chest heaving heavily when she wrapped her long fingers snugly around his impressive length while her lips peppered kisses over his toned chest.
"Shh..." she smiled and slowly dragged her tongue over the underside of his hard length. Her tongue danced lazily over his hardness, swirling it over the broad tip of his length.
He cursed thickly and breathed heavily, unable to take his eyes off her as she wrapped her luscious pink lips around him. It was a devastating understatement to say that he was not expecting that at all. Just five minutes ago, he was surfing through channels on the TV, searching for something decent to watch. Now, he was naked and so was his girlfriend, and she was struggling to take all of him into her mouth.
His vision quickly blurred and his head spun with all the blood rushing down south. He moaned his approval when she teasingly grazed her teeth over his sensitive length, sending shivers down his spine. He ran his fingers through her soft raven hair down to her neck, stroking the smooth skin there as she took him deeper. She whimpered in delight at his touch, the vibrations in her throat tickled his length and he moaned in response. He moaned again, louder this time when the tip of his length touched the back of her throat. Her head continued to bob up and down, sucking him hungrily.
She released him before he fell over the edge and smirked, "You got a condom somewhere?"
Derek cursed under his breath then quickly nodded, reaching for the contents in the side drawer next to the bed. She smirked as she took the little foil package from him. "Fuck..." he cursed again when Emily teased him as she slipped the condom over his hard length.
He placed his hands on either side of her hips as she positioned herself above him, both of them hissing as she slowly lowered herself onto him. As much as they both wanted him to be completely buried within her in a single stroke, they knew it would be too much for the both of them. She arched her back and whimpered quietly as he stretched her. When he finally buried himself to the hilt within her, she stopped for a moment, resting her hands on his toned chest to catch her breath.
Taking this opportunity, he quickly grabbed her and rolled her over again, moving slowly against her. He leaned down to kiss her, her tongues doing their own dance of passion while he slowly thrust into her. She rolled her hips, matching his rhythm and raked her nails down his muscular back to spur him on. She cried out when his hardness brushed against her sweet spot as they moved together. She tossed her head back, crying out again when he deliberately stroke that very same spot that drove her half out of her mind.
"Derek..." she moaned huskily into his ear. "Harder. Faster," she commanded and he was more than happy to oblige.
Her breathing grew erratic and she moaned his name over and over again as he slammed his body into hers. Her walls squeezed him a little tighter each time he thrust back into her. Emily clearly enjoyed the rough treatment, moaning deeply as he pounded roughly into her. She brought his hand to her breast, showing him how she liked to be touched. Taking her hint, he rolled her nipple between his fingers and pinched it, causing her yelp in surprise.
Beads of sweat accumulated on his brow, his chest heaving heavily, his lungs struggling to take in more air. He brought her leg from around his waist and hooked it over his shoulder, allowing himself to bury himself deeper into her. He moved forcefully against her until he was slamming into her, almost pounding her into her mattress. He could tell that she was close, her nails so dug deep into his shoulders, it was close enough to draw blood, yet the pain seemed to only spur him on. He bent down, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucked hungrily, grazing his teeth over it. She arched her back, screaming wildly as she climaxed.
That was when he felt his eyes roll to the back of his head. As her body trembled under the intensity of her climax, her walls squeezed him ever so tightly and that was enough to send him flying over the edge. His body tensed, his heart pounding so hard he could almost hear it as his own climax took over his body, ripples of pleasure coursing through his veins.
Exhausted, he collapsed on top of her, her arms came around him as they took their time to learn how to breathe again. Minutes passed and they continued to lay together in a comfortable silence, only the sound of their breathing could be heard.
Finally, he had recovered enough for him to move closer to her and wrap his arms tightly around her, kissing the nape of her neck. She smiled softly and turned her head to kiss him. "You know," she whispered, as he stroked her stomach, "Dr. Reid isn't going to happy is he knew what we just did."
"You really think talking about another man after we just had sex is the best thing to do?" he asked, raising his brows.
"I'm sorry," she said, chuckling. "I'm just worried - he said you need to be very careful. And he hasn't cleared you..."
"I think we both agree that I don't need him to clear me on anything to know that I'm completely fine." Derek kissed her nose and smiled, "We have an appointment tomorrow and he's going to tell me that I have fully recovered and I can go back to training and doing other stuff," he waggled his brows while Emily rolled her eyes. "And then we're going to win the Superbowl like we did last year...except this year, I'll have my girlfriend to celebrate my victory with me."
"What? Now you're some kind of physic that can see into the future?" she teased.
"Not physic, I'm just that good," he grinned, "You know what else is going to happen?"
"What?"
"We're going to spend the rest of the night repeating what we just did. Sleep will be the last thing we do today."
"You mean I haven't tired you out?"
She gasped when his hand toyed with her folds.
"Baby, that'll take a while..."
....
Several Months Later
"Chicago Bears' quarterback Morgan has the ball and he's running with it..." the announcer said excitedly into the microphone as everyone in the stadium watched. "Oh! And he takes a hard hit! That's gotta hurt..." he added unnecessarily. "Half time. The Bears are leading by two points but they have the second half of the game... They're gonna have to keep up the good work...the championship is theirs to lose! But the quarterback, number five doesn't look so good..."
…...
The players were ushered back into the locker room where their coach is giving them last minute advices before giving them their much deserved break. "How are you feeling?" Emily asked quietly as she stood in the corner with Derek. "You took a hard hit..."
"I'm fine," he replied tiredly. "It's not exactly a gentleman's game..."
"I know..." she whispered, rolling her eyes, "I watch the game... I'm just worried about you. You just recovered..."
"Four months ago, baby," he corrected. "I'm completely fine. Tired but I can handle it. Don't worry, okay?"
"Easier said than done..." she muttered. "Are you sure we don't need to get the doctor?"
"Positive," he said, pressing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Sit back, relax and watch me win thing. And when we win, I'm going to kiss you on national television again," he added with a smug grin.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?" she said sarcastically, "I can't hear you over your huge ego..."
"Cute," he teased. "It's almost time for the second half... I should go. Where's my helmet?"
She reluctantly passed him his helmet and muttered under her breath, "Why can't you pick a safer sport like golf or curling or even chess? Gotta go pick a sport that requires you to wear a helmet and safety equipments..."
"Have you watched a game of golf?" he asked incredulously, "It's like watching one of those National Geographic documentaries but more boring...all you see is the big blue sky."
"Shut up!" she glared at him, pushing his helmet at his chest. "You better be careful, you hear me? Mama made me promise that you won't end up in the hospital the next she comes over to visit..."
"I promise," he said seriously, "Wish me luck."
"Good luck." Then she frowned when he remained in the same spot, looking at her pointedly. "What?"
"I need a good luck kiss from my good luck charm..." he said charmingly.
"You are impossible," she muttered before leaning in to kiss him quickly on his lips.
"I love you," he whispered, winking as he re-joined his team. "Don't worry..."
…...
Emily sat in the bleachers biting her lip nervously as she watched the game. The scores had been even out and if the Bears doesn't score in the next two minutes, they would have to go into overtime. She wasn't sure if she could take any more of it.
"Come on, Derek," she breathed, "Run!"
"The ball's in the Bears possession," the announcer said, "Morgan's running with it but he's surrounded. The Bears have forty-three seconds to score and win this thing..."
Emily held her breath as she watched Derek toss the ball far out to his team mate across the yard. She could hear her heart pounding in her ears as he caught the ball and made a run for it as the players from the other team chased him down. It was as if everyone had stopped everything they were doing to watch him run down the yard towards the end zone and suddenly a victorious cry exploded in the stadium.
"Touchdown! Six points!" the announcer cheered as the game officially ended. "The Chicago Bears win! Good game..."
Confetti fell down on them as the supporters and players cheered happily. Emily ran down the stairs towards Derek and grinned brightly when he pulled her into a tight hug. "That was a good game," she whispered in his ears, "Well done."
"Thanks," he smiled and kissed her deeply. She returned the kiss, not caring that there were cameras surrounding them. "I told you I was gonna do that," he murmured against her lips.
"You are so annoying..." she whispered back, smiling softly.
"I love you too, baby."