More to Life (Part Two)
Title: More to Life
Rating: FRAO
Summary: It wasn't the clichéd romantic moment that accompanied some excessively sweet gesture. It wasn't the dramatic, life-changing realization that followed a near-death experience. It wasn't really love at first sight.What it was, was simple. Plain. Ordinary. Mundane. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that it was that moment, she wouldn't have given it a second thought.
Pairing: Morgan/Prentiss
Authors' Note: Off-shoot of 'A Second Chance'. It can be read independently, but of course, we'd love for you to read A Second Chance as well. This chapter is pure smut.
Chapter One
"Baby, the game is the last thing on my mind right now..." he said in the low, sexy voice that never failed to get her heart pumping. Pulling her onto his lap, he brought their lips together in a searing kiss. "I want to make love to you," he whispered against her lips, his eyes dark with desire.
She bit her lip coyly as he trailed his fingers along the hem of the jersey she wore. "But you were all hyped up about watching the game..."
"I can watch football any time," he murmured, "You only say 'I love you' for the first time once." He slowly trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling lightly at her skin.
She lost the ability to form sentences when he slid his hand up her creamy, soft thighs and stroked her through her panties. "Again," he whispered.
"What?"
"Tell me you love me again," he demanded huskily.
"I love you," she repeated in the soft, sultry voice she knew he liked. The feel of him caressing her already had the tension inside her rising and his lips trailing over her collarbone left no doubt that he'd already forgotten all about football.
She shifted to straddle his lap, capturing his lips again, her tongue darting out to meet his. He gripped her hips firmly, pulling her closer until she could feel him, already hard, pressing against her. He moved his hips, grinding against her, eliciting a soft moan.
As they kissed, his hands never stopped roaming her body. He was touching her everywhere like it was their first time, yet his hands never went under the jersey she wore. He massaged her breasts through the shirt, but not completely feeling the warmth of his hands on her body was a little disappointing, though exciting at the same time.
Knowing he was so close had that tension in her rising to a new high, but not enough to get her where she wanted to be.
Tearing her lips from his, she murmured, "Take it off..."
He grinned upon hearing her say that. It never failed to amaze him that he could drive her out of her mind with just his kiss and touch. He kissed her again and carefully flipped over so she was beneath him. "No," he grinned against her lips, "I want to make love to you with the shirt on. I like to see you in my clothes."
His hands found the hem of the jersey she wore, bunching the fabric in his fingers, he pushed the shirt up until it exposed her stomach. Trailing kisses on the flushed skin of her taut stomach, he couldn't help but think that one day, he'd be kissing her pregnant belly. "My name on the jersey over your breast..." he said huskily, breathing hotly against her skin, "It's like you're mine..."
"Yours..." she managed brokenly, "All yours..."
She pulled him to her, pressing kisses along his jaw to reach the spot below his ear that he liked. He hummed quietly in appreciation, loving that she knew exactly what drove him wild better than any woman ever had.
Her hands wandered down his body, feeling his muscles tense at her light touch, smirking slightly knowing what she did to him. She made quick work of removing his jeans, the warmth burning inside her already leaving her wanting more.
She pulled his jeans and boxers down his legs at the same time and he grinned at her impatience. He groaned against her mouth when she wrapped her hands around his throbbing length, stroking him from tip to base, occasionally squeezing him lightly.
Knowing that he'd finish before they even got started if she continued touching him like she did, he pinned her hands above her head and concentrated on pleasuring her.
He slipped a hand under her shirt to once again lavish attention on her breasts, yet he deliberately left her nipples untouched, while he continued to grind against her.
She could feel his hardness firmly against her and she was already wet in anticipation. He knew better than anyone that they were both more than ready, but he couldn't help but want to tease her half out of her mind and have her begging before he gave in. He also knew better than anyone that she was made of pretty tough stuff, she wasn't going to give in and beg that easily.
Two could play that game...
Wrapping her legs around his waist, she kept him close to her, making sure he could feel the wet heat between her legs as she ground against him. She tugged at the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head so she could run her hands over his hot flesh, raking her nails down his back as he rolled her pebbled nipple between his fingers.
He nipped gently at her pulse point, causing her to gasp quietly and shut her eyes tightly. She was already breathing heavily, her heartbeat already rapid and feverish, her skin already slicked with sweat. "Tell me you love me," he demanded, loving when she voiced her arousal, "Tell me you need me."
"I love you..." she breathed hotly into his ear.
"Again," he demanded huskily, shifting to look deep into her eyes.
She smiled softly, loving the way three seemingly insignificant words to many people meant so much to him when it came from her. "I love you, Derek. Only you," she whispered, gently caressing his cheeks.
"I love hearing you say that," he breathed against her lips and kissed her passionately.
His hands cupped her breasts, loving the way she moaned his name against his lips when he brushed his thumbs across her pebbled nipples. Trailing kisses down her neck, he grinned when he caught the faint red marks on it. She would probably kill him for that later, but he couldn't stop himself.
Pushing her shirt out of the way, he flicked his tongue out and teasingly fluttered it over her nipple. He knew she was so turned on, even the lightest touch would sent jolts of electricity coursing through her body straight to her core. When he finally let his lips cover her nipple, it wasn't enough. She wanted - needed - more. She needed him, but he seemed content simply teasing her.
He let his hand slide down her body to where she wanted him the most. He touched her through the lace fabric again and grinned. He released her nipple and moved down her body, sucking and licking as he did so. Ever so slowly, he removed the last barrier between them. Knowing he was so close yet so far, drove her hot and crazy at the same time.
He hissed when she wrapped her hands around his arousal once again. The pressure of her grip was just right and it took everything in him to not lose all control. Tossing her panties on the floor, not caring where they landed, he teasingly ran a finger along her core, grazing her clit every time he did so, but never touching her more.
"Derek..." she whimpered, finally giving in to him, "Would you please stop with the teasing..."
"Tell me what you want, baby," he murmured wantonly against her flushed skin.
"Touch me..."
"Gladly." He smirked, finally hearing what he'd been waiting for, succeeding in making her beg. He slid two fingers into her, feeling a strange sense of accomplishment that he already had her so hot and wet. His thumb stroked her clit as he thrust into her with his fingers and she arched against him as he so skillfully brought her closer to the edge.
Little whimpers tumbled from her lips as she focused on absorbing every intimate caress, her brain too clouded by desire to do anything other than give in to him. He hungrily watched her expression, the way her face contorted with need exciting him.
"Is this what you wanted?" he asked, voice low and lustful.
"God, yes," she shuddered as he brushed the sweet spot inside her, her words dissolving into a soft moan. He purposefully brushed against the spot again and again, loving the cries it produced.
"That's it," he murmured, his voice laced with need, "Tell me how good it feels, beautiful."
She couldn't keep quiet if she wanted to, not when she was with him and definitely not today as he guided her hand to her breast and squeezed her fingers over her own nipples. She knew he loved watching her touch herself. He told her that it turned him on and she felt empowered that she could overwhelm him with need even before she even laid a finger on him.
And before she knew it, he buried his head between her legs, his lips replacing where his thumb had been as his fingers continued to stroke that sweet spot within her.
"Jesus, Derek..." she moaned as he sucked at her clit eagerly. She rocked her hips against his mouth as he laved his tongue over her heat, tasting her.
He could tell she was close from the way her breath hitched as pleased noises bubbled up from her throat, from the way she writhed against the couch, from the way her walls clamped down around his fingers.
"That's right, baby," he coaxed, "Come for me." He sucked her harder and sped up his thrusts, hitting exactly where he knew would make her lose control. "Don't fight it, let it go. Let me hear you scream."
With a last heavy thrust of his fingers, he sent her spiralling into an intense climax. She cried out his name as she came, unable to hold back her whimpers as strong waves of pleasure took over her body. She couldn't feel her toes and she barely felt him as he gently stroked and kissed her over heated skin, coaxing her back to Earth.
She felt him pulling the jersey she had been wearing all the while over her head and tossing it on the floor with the rest of their clothes. She smiled softly when he kissed over her still racing heart and told her he loved her.
He made her feel beautiful... It was no secret that men found her attractive and hot, but he was the only one who made her feel beautiful and precious.
"I love you too, Derek," she whispered softly, still trying to catch her breath.
He was hovering over her, showering teasing kisses over her skin. The firey lust burning in his eyes was enough to tell her that how much he wanted to ravage her, if she hadn't already known.
Smirking, she pulled his hand to her lips, pressing a light kiss to his palm before taking his fingers, still soaked in her essence, into her mouth and slowly running her tongue along them. His breath hitched as she sucked them lightly and she could tell he already wanted more.
She slowly trailed kisses along his arm and across his chest, her breath hot against his skin. Her hands once again sought out his hardness, stroking him slowly, brushing her thumb across the sensitive head. He groaned faintly, "I can't hold out if you're gonna keep this up..."
She laughed lightly, running her tongue along the shell of his ear before turning his torturing words back on him, whispering, "What do you want?"
"You..." he choked out, "I want to make love to you."
She smiled and let their lips meet in another bruising kiss. "What are you waiting for, baby?" she breathed, gently caressing his cheek. "Make love to me..."
She couldn't have known what those words would do to him. He thought he couldn't want her more, couldn't be harder than he already was, but he felt light-headed when she said those words. Taking several deep breaths, fighting with what little control that was left in him to not let this finish before it even began.
He didn't waste another second, needing to feel her around him, so hot and so tight even the thought of it sent his heart racing. He took his time filling her, lavishing in the sensation of slowly burying himself in her willing flesh.
He paused for a moment, to slow himself, the feel of her excitement making his carnal side take over. Then, he withdrew almost all the way before pounding back into her roughly, pushing in to the hilt, satisfying the part of her that liked it rough and animalistic.
She bucked her hips up to meet his, matching his thrusts as he started to move, wanting to feel more of him. "God, yes," she breathed, spurring him on with her words, "Don't stop."
Feeling that she needed more of him, she locked her ankles firmly behind his back, lifting her hips off the couch and pushing him into her, taking him deeper than he thought possible. They both hissed at the pleasurable sensation coursing though them. It felt so good, he had to pause for several moments to regain a little control.
"Don't do that again," he growled, "I can't hold on if you keep doing it..."
She smirked, loving the fact that she wasn't the only one who was on the verge of going crazy because of their intense love making. "Do what?" she asked innocently. She pushed her hips off the couch and made him see stars for the second time in minutes. "This?"
"You drive me crazy; you know that?" he panted against her lips before claiming them in a hungry kiss.
"Oh, I know," she said teasingly. She rotated her hips, changing the angle of his strokes so that he hit all the right spots, brushing her clit with each pass. Her walls tightened around him almost painfully as she did everything in her power to make him lose control.
He bit at her skin punishingly, then ran his tongue along the marks. "I told you not to do that," he scolded, "You're going to be disappointed if you keep this up..."
She laughed, enjoying the power she held over him, having him completely at her mercy.
"I don't mind," she whispered teasingly, trailing kisses along his jaw as they continued to move together. "You'll make it up to me," she breathed huskily into his ear, loving the way his breath hitched. "You've been holding out for way too long, baby," she whispered, her tongue darting out to lick the spot below his ear, "Let it go..."
"Emily..."
"Don't fight it, Derek. Let it come," she whispered, spurring him on with her words, "I want to feel you."
"God, yes," he breathed, driving into her more quickly, losing himself in the feel of her body as she moved with him, her body sliding against his. His whole body tensed, his limbs trembling, quickly being overwhelmed by the pleasure of the moment.
He heard her speak, no doubt urging him closer to the edge, but he couldn't make out the words, his brain shutting down all cognitive processes and focusing on the feel of being with her. Her voice telling him she loved him echoed through his mind as his climax approached.
He finally gave up on holding back any longer as it all became too much. He clutched desperately at her as he thrust into her a few more times before spilling hotly inside her, growling her name as he came. He was blind and deaf to her as he came down from his high, loving that each time he was with her was more mind-blowing than the last.
When he finally came to his senses, he felt her kissing every part of him she could reach from her position. He opened his eyes and grinned, he definitely liked what he saw. Her hair was tousled, her skin flushed with faint red marks he had left on her, and her eyes gleaming with delight. He kissed her softly and grinned against her lips, "I'll have to take the rest of the day to make that up to you."
She hummed her approval, "I like the sound of that. Tell me, what do you have in mind?"
"Show, not tell," he murmured in the low, sexy voice which never failed to send shivers down her spine, "Don't you know that?"
******
Morgan was halfway through his third mug of coffee when JJ strolled into the bullpen with Hotch on Monday morning. Their boss made a beeline for his office while the young blonde stopped and leaned against Morgan's desk. "I'm sorry your team lost the game yesterday," JJ smiled apologetically.
"It's alright," he shrugged, pretending to be a little saddened by the results, but the truth was, he wasn't at all affected by it, not even a little bit.
"You seem to be taking this pretty well," she commented, "Will was pretty upset by the final score."
He caught Emily's attention from where she was seated behind her desk and grinned. "Tell Will, there's more to life than football."
Rating: FRAO
Summary: It wasn't the clichéd romantic moment that accompanied some excessively sweet gesture. It wasn't the dramatic, life-changing realization that followed a near-death experience. It wasn't really love at first sight.What it was, was simple. Plain. Ordinary. Mundane. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that it was that moment, she wouldn't have given it a second thought.
Pairing: Morgan/Prentiss
Authors' Note: Off-shoot of 'A Second Chance'. It can be read independently, but of course, we'd love for you to read A Second Chance as well. This chapter is pure smut.
Chapter One
"Baby, the game is the last thing on my mind right now..." he said in the low, sexy voice that never failed to get her heart pumping. Pulling her onto his lap, he brought their lips together in a searing kiss. "I want to make love to you," he whispered against her lips, his eyes dark with desire.
She bit her lip coyly as he trailed his fingers along the hem of the jersey she wore. "But you were all hyped up about watching the game..."
"I can watch football any time," he murmured, "You only say 'I love you' for the first time once." He slowly trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling lightly at her skin.
She lost the ability to form sentences when he slid his hand up her creamy, soft thighs and stroked her through her panties. "Again," he whispered.
"What?"
"Tell me you love me again," he demanded huskily.
"I love you," she repeated in the soft, sultry voice she knew he liked. The feel of him caressing her already had the tension inside her rising and his lips trailing over her collarbone left no doubt that he'd already forgotten all about football.
She shifted to straddle his lap, capturing his lips again, her tongue darting out to meet his. He gripped her hips firmly, pulling her closer until she could feel him, already hard, pressing against her. He moved his hips, grinding against her, eliciting a soft moan.
As they kissed, his hands never stopped roaming her body. He was touching her everywhere like it was their first time, yet his hands never went under the jersey she wore. He massaged her breasts through the shirt, but not completely feeling the warmth of his hands on her body was a little disappointing, though exciting at the same time.
Knowing he was so close had that tension in her rising to a new high, but not enough to get her where she wanted to be.
Tearing her lips from his, she murmured, "Take it off..."
He grinned upon hearing her say that. It never failed to amaze him that he could drive her out of her mind with just his kiss and touch. He kissed her again and carefully flipped over so she was beneath him. "No," he grinned against her lips, "I want to make love to you with the shirt on. I like to see you in my clothes."
His hands found the hem of the jersey she wore, bunching the fabric in his fingers, he pushed the shirt up until it exposed her stomach. Trailing kisses on the flushed skin of her taut stomach, he couldn't help but think that one day, he'd be kissing her pregnant belly. "My name on the jersey over your breast..." he said huskily, breathing hotly against her skin, "It's like you're mine..."
"Yours..." she managed brokenly, "All yours..."
She pulled him to her, pressing kisses along his jaw to reach the spot below his ear that he liked. He hummed quietly in appreciation, loving that she knew exactly what drove him wild better than any woman ever had.
Her hands wandered down his body, feeling his muscles tense at her light touch, smirking slightly knowing what she did to him. She made quick work of removing his jeans, the warmth burning inside her already leaving her wanting more.
She pulled his jeans and boxers down his legs at the same time and he grinned at her impatience. He groaned against her mouth when she wrapped her hands around his throbbing length, stroking him from tip to base, occasionally squeezing him lightly.
Knowing that he'd finish before they even got started if she continued touching him like she did, he pinned her hands above her head and concentrated on pleasuring her.
He slipped a hand under her shirt to once again lavish attention on her breasts, yet he deliberately left her nipples untouched, while he continued to grind against her.
She could feel his hardness firmly against her and she was already wet in anticipation. He knew better than anyone that they were both more than ready, but he couldn't help but want to tease her half out of her mind and have her begging before he gave in. He also knew better than anyone that she was made of pretty tough stuff, she wasn't going to give in and beg that easily.
Two could play that game...
Wrapping her legs around his waist, she kept him close to her, making sure he could feel the wet heat between her legs as she ground against him. She tugged at the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head so she could run her hands over his hot flesh, raking her nails down his back as he rolled her pebbled nipple between his fingers.
He nipped gently at her pulse point, causing her to gasp quietly and shut her eyes tightly. She was already breathing heavily, her heartbeat already rapid and feverish, her skin already slicked with sweat. "Tell me you love me," he demanded, loving when she voiced her arousal, "Tell me you need me."
"I love you..." she breathed hotly into his ear.
"Again," he demanded huskily, shifting to look deep into her eyes.
She smiled softly, loving the way three seemingly insignificant words to many people meant so much to him when it came from her. "I love you, Derek. Only you," she whispered, gently caressing his cheeks.
"I love hearing you say that," he breathed against her lips and kissed her passionately.
His hands cupped her breasts, loving the way she moaned his name against his lips when he brushed his thumbs across her pebbled nipples. Trailing kisses down her neck, he grinned when he caught the faint red marks on it. She would probably kill him for that later, but he couldn't stop himself.
Pushing her shirt out of the way, he flicked his tongue out and teasingly fluttered it over her nipple. He knew she was so turned on, even the lightest touch would sent jolts of electricity coursing through her body straight to her core. When he finally let his lips cover her nipple, it wasn't enough. She wanted - needed - more. She needed him, but he seemed content simply teasing her.
He let his hand slide down her body to where she wanted him the most. He touched her through the lace fabric again and grinned. He released her nipple and moved down her body, sucking and licking as he did so. Ever so slowly, he removed the last barrier between them. Knowing he was so close yet so far, drove her hot and crazy at the same time.
He hissed when she wrapped her hands around his arousal once again. The pressure of her grip was just right and it took everything in him to not lose all control. Tossing her panties on the floor, not caring where they landed, he teasingly ran a finger along her core, grazing her clit every time he did so, but never touching her more.
"Derek..." she whimpered, finally giving in to him, "Would you please stop with the teasing..."
"Tell me what you want, baby," he murmured wantonly against her flushed skin.
"Touch me..."
"Gladly." He smirked, finally hearing what he'd been waiting for, succeeding in making her beg. He slid two fingers into her, feeling a strange sense of accomplishment that he already had her so hot and wet. His thumb stroked her clit as he thrust into her with his fingers and she arched against him as he so skillfully brought her closer to the edge.
Little whimpers tumbled from her lips as she focused on absorbing every intimate caress, her brain too clouded by desire to do anything other than give in to him. He hungrily watched her expression, the way her face contorted with need exciting him.
"Is this what you wanted?" he asked, voice low and lustful.
"God, yes," she shuddered as he brushed the sweet spot inside her, her words dissolving into a soft moan. He purposefully brushed against the spot again and again, loving the cries it produced.
"That's it," he murmured, his voice laced with need, "Tell me how good it feels, beautiful."
She couldn't keep quiet if she wanted to, not when she was with him and definitely not today as he guided her hand to her breast and squeezed her fingers over her own nipples. She knew he loved watching her touch herself. He told her that it turned him on and she felt empowered that she could overwhelm him with need even before she even laid a finger on him.
And before she knew it, he buried his head between her legs, his lips replacing where his thumb had been as his fingers continued to stroke that sweet spot within her.
"Jesus, Derek..." she moaned as he sucked at her clit eagerly. She rocked her hips against his mouth as he laved his tongue over her heat, tasting her.
He could tell she was close from the way her breath hitched as pleased noises bubbled up from her throat, from the way she writhed against the couch, from the way her walls clamped down around his fingers.
"That's right, baby," he coaxed, "Come for me." He sucked her harder and sped up his thrusts, hitting exactly where he knew would make her lose control. "Don't fight it, let it go. Let me hear you scream."
With a last heavy thrust of his fingers, he sent her spiralling into an intense climax. She cried out his name as she came, unable to hold back her whimpers as strong waves of pleasure took over her body. She couldn't feel her toes and she barely felt him as he gently stroked and kissed her over heated skin, coaxing her back to Earth.
She felt him pulling the jersey she had been wearing all the while over her head and tossing it on the floor with the rest of their clothes. She smiled softly when he kissed over her still racing heart and told her he loved her.
He made her feel beautiful... It was no secret that men found her attractive and hot, but he was the only one who made her feel beautiful and precious.
"I love you too, Derek," she whispered softly, still trying to catch her breath.
He was hovering over her, showering teasing kisses over her skin. The firey lust burning in his eyes was enough to tell her that how much he wanted to ravage her, if she hadn't already known.
Smirking, she pulled his hand to her lips, pressing a light kiss to his palm before taking his fingers, still soaked in her essence, into her mouth and slowly running her tongue along them. His breath hitched as she sucked them lightly and she could tell he already wanted more.
She slowly trailed kisses along his arm and across his chest, her breath hot against his skin. Her hands once again sought out his hardness, stroking him slowly, brushing her thumb across the sensitive head. He groaned faintly, "I can't hold out if you're gonna keep this up..."
She laughed lightly, running her tongue along the shell of his ear before turning his torturing words back on him, whispering, "What do you want?"
"You..." he choked out, "I want to make love to you."
She smiled and let their lips meet in another bruising kiss. "What are you waiting for, baby?" she breathed, gently caressing his cheek. "Make love to me..."
She couldn't have known what those words would do to him. He thought he couldn't want her more, couldn't be harder than he already was, but he felt light-headed when she said those words. Taking several deep breaths, fighting with what little control that was left in him to not let this finish before it even began.
He didn't waste another second, needing to feel her around him, so hot and so tight even the thought of it sent his heart racing. He took his time filling her, lavishing in the sensation of slowly burying himself in her willing flesh.
He paused for a moment, to slow himself, the feel of her excitement making his carnal side take over. Then, he withdrew almost all the way before pounding back into her roughly, pushing in to the hilt, satisfying the part of her that liked it rough and animalistic.
She bucked her hips up to meet his, matching his thrusts as he started to move, wanting to feel more of him. "God, yes," she breathed, spurring him on with her words, "Don't stop."
Feeling that she needed more of him, she locked her ankles firmly behind his back, lifting her hips off the couch and pushing him into her, taking him deeper than he thought possible. They both hissed at the pleasurable sensation coursing though them. It felt so good, he had to pause for several moments to regain a little control.
"Don't do that again," he growled, "I can't hold on if you keep doing it..."
She smirked, loving the fact that she wasn't the only one who was on the verge of going crazy because of their intense love making. "Do what?" she asked innocently. She pushed her hips off the couch and made him see stars for the second time in minutes. "This?"
"You drive me crazy; you know that?" he panted against her lips before claiming them in a hungry kiss.
"Oh, I know," she said teasingly. She rotated her hips, changing the angle of his strokes so that he hit all the right spots, brushing her clit with each pass. Her walls tightened around him almost painfully as she did everything in her power to make him lose control.
He bit at her skin punishingly, then ran his tongue along the marks. "I told you not to do that," he scolded, "You're going to be disappointed if you keep this up..."
She laughed, enjoying the power she held over him, having him completely at her mercy.
"I don't mind," she whispered teasingly, trailing kisses along his jaw as they continued to move together. "You'll make it up to me," she breathed huskily into his ear, loving the way his breath hitched. "You've been holding out for way too long, baby," she whispered, her tongue darting out to lick the spot below his ear, "Let it go..."
"Emily..."
"Don't fight it, Derek. Let it come," she whispered, spurring him on with her words, "I want to feel you."
"God, yes," he breathed, driving into her more quickly, losing himself in the feel of her body as she moved with him, her body sliding against his. His whole body tensed, his limbs trembling, quickly being overwhelmed by the pleasure of the moment.
He heard her speak, no doubt urging him closer to the edge, but he couldn't make out the words, his brain shutting down all cognitive processes and focusing on the feel of being with her. Her voice telling him she loved him echoed through his mind as his climax approached.
He finally gave up on holding back any longer as it all became too much. He clutched desperately at her as he thrust into her a few more times before spilling hotly inside her, growling her name as he came. He was blind and deaf to her as he came down from his high, loving that each time he was with her was more mind-blowing than the last.
When he finally came to his senses, he felt her kissing every part of him she could reach from her position. He opened his eyes and grinned, he definitely liked what he saw. Her hair was tousled, her skin flushed with faint red marks he had left on her, and her eyes gleaming with delight. He kissed her softly and grinned against her lips, "I'll have to take the rest of the day to make that up to you."
She hummed her approval, "I like the sound of that. Tell me, what do you have in mind?"
"Show, not tell," he murmured in the low, sexy voice which never failed to send shivers down her spine, "Don't you know that?"
******
Morgan was halfway through his third mug of coffee when JJ strolled into the bullpen with Hotch on Monday morning. Their boss made a beeline for his office while the young blonde stopped and leaned against Morgan's desk. "I'm sorry your team lost the game yesterday," JJ smiled apologetically.
"It's alright," he shrugged, pretending to be a little saddened by the results, but the truth was, he wasn't at all affected by it, not even a little bit.
"You seem to be taking this pretty well," she commented, "Will was pretty upset by the final score."
He caught Emily's attention from where she was seated behind her desk and grinned. "Tell Will, there's more to life than football."