Shining the Diamond
Title: Shining the Diamond
Author: drabbles_by_v
Characters/Pairings: Morgan, Garcia
Rating: FRAO/NC-1y
Word Count: 1112
Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine and I'm making no profit by playing with their characters
Warnings: None really, just your generic explicit adult content
Summary: Morgan helps his girl out
Author's Note: This was written in response to a kink!meme prompt: "Morgan using his fingers to get Garcia off under her computer desk. I prefer friendship with this pairing -- friends having a bit of fun!"
“Baby Girl, what are you doing?” Morgan asked. When Garcia didn’t respond, he tapped her on the shoulder.
“Huhwhat?!” she gasped, looking up. “Oh, Derek! Right! Hi!” She straightened her glasses, looking flustered.
Morgan raised an eyebrow at her. “You okay? I said your name three times.”
Garcia pouted and slumped into her chair. “Yeah,” she said, clicking morosely at her Tetris game.
“What is up with you today?” Morgan asked. “First you send Hotch the wrong files, you mix up our last two cases in your report, and you just lost at Tetris.”
“I what?” Garcia gasped, her attention snapping to the screen again. “Oh, fuck.”
Morgan closed the door and leaned on the desk next to her. “What’s going on?” he asked, voice all concern.
Garcia huffed. “It’s nothing serious,” she said.
“Yeah, but you can tell me,” Morgan said. “Come on.”
Garcia bit her lip, then glanced up at him. “Strictly private, right?”
“Right. Scout’s honor,” Morgan said, grinning, holding up his hand.
Garcia managed a wan smile, then was pouting again. “I’m horny as hell,” she said.
Morgan couldn’t help but laugh. “Aw, poor sweetcheeks,” he chuckled, and ruffled her hair.
Garcia gave him a death glare. “Like you’ve never been horny at work before.”
Morgan scoffed. “In complete control of the weapon, here,” he said.
“Well then go away so I can at least be in peaceful silence,” Garcia grumbled.
“Now, now,” Morgan said, “Just because I can’t sympathize doesn’t mean I can’t help my girl out.” He shifted his weight and leaned over to the side, then reached his hand out and touched her thigh. He flashed her his best grin.
Garcia’s eyes widened in surprise, then her face shifted into an almost smug smile. She settled back in her chair and Morgan slipped his hand under her skirt, running his hand up the inside of her thigh. He felt her panties and rubbed his hand over her crotch. She was already soaking through the fabric.
“Ooh, naughty girl,” Morgan teased and Garcia smirked at him. Morgan began slowly tapping his fingers up and down, very lightly, teasing. She was shifting in the chair, trying to push closer, but he made sure not to give her any more pressure until she was good and relaxed.
Once she was, Morgan began rubbing her again, up and down, nice and slow. Garcia licked her lips and hummed contentedly. Morgan slipped his fingers around under her panties and gently stroked her outer lips. He could feel her clit peeking out near the top and tapped it a few times, making Garcia practically giggle. Morgan grinned. “Now what has my supreme Goddess so squirmy today?” he asked as he spread her open and began stroking her clit with more purpose.
“Mmm,” Garcia hummed, smiling. “Han Solo.”
“Han Solo?” Morgan laughed. “Only you, Garcia.” He circled his finger around her nub and then squeezed it between two fingers, making Garcia jump and let out a high-pitched chirp.
“I had a sexy dream about Han Solo,” Garcia explained. “He-ooh, right there-was naked and sweaty, but I overslept and I had to leave for work as soon as I woke up, and I didn’t have the time to…”
“Get some sexercising in?” Morgan supplied. “Twinkle your star? Shine the diamond? Stroke the honey pot?”
“Derek!” Garcia exclaimed, squirming. “Watch your mouth or I’ll have to give you a spanking.”
“Hm,” Morgan chuckled. He was stroking her harder now and her breathing was speeding up. Her head was resting back on the chair and her eyes were closed. “So do I need to have a talk with Mr. Solo for leaving you high and dry?”
“Nah,” Garcia said. “He was a perfect gentleman, I just woke up too soon.”
“What was he doing?” Morgan asked, moving one finger down to her opening and teasing it.
“Eating me,” Garcia answered honestly. A flush had grown on her cheeks. “He was getting me ready.”
“He must have a huge cock,” Morgan said, and Garcia immediately started giggling madly.
“It’s enormous,” she agreed.
Morgan pushed his finger in. “Han is standing over you,” he said, speaking in a deep, smooth voice. “And he is so hard, baby girl, just looking at your body. He’s got you wet and ready, begging for it, and he can’t wait to take his deadly weapon and tear you open with it.”
“Oh yeah,” Garcia breathed, arching her back. Morgan crooked his finger back and hit her sweet spot, making her tense and lick her lips.
Morgan’s finger was soaking. He added two more and started moving his hand in and out faster, twisting his wrist every time they were all the way in. “And now he’s spreading your legs open, teasing you with his cock, rubbing it against your bud…” At that, Morgan shifted his body so he could twist his hand around and press the heel of his hand against her clit. This way, he could hit it with each forward push. “But finally he can’t take it anymore and he thrusts his cock into you, slamming it all the way in. It hurts but you love it so bad, baby girl, and you’re begging him for more.”
Garcia was panting heavily now, her hands gripping her armrests. “Yes,” she gasped, “Yes, more, please!”
“And he’s all too willing to give it to you,” Morgan continued, shifting his technique from pulling in and out to adding a fourth finger and crooking all of them at once, moving his entire hand in small, rapid strokes, now focusing all of his attention on her sweet spot while his palm rubbed her clit constantly. “He’s pounding your hot little cunt, moaning your name, all hot and sweaty. His dick is stretching you wide open, making you feel so good. You’re exactly the beautiful woman he needs and he’s telling you how much he loves fucking you, how good you make his cock feel…”
Garcia moaned suddenly, breathless and tense, and Morgan felt her tighten around his fingers, spasming. Her entire body seized and she tossed her head, making a high-pitched sound as she came all over Morgan’s fingers. He kept his fingers rubbing her the entire time, waiting until she stopped shaking and sank into the chair, gasping for breath. He carefully pulled his fingers out.
“Mm, Derek,” she murmured. “What would I do without you?”
Morgan chuckled and leaned in, kissing her on the top of the head. “I’m gonna go wash my hands, okay?”
Garcia smiled at him. “Okay.”
Morgan smiled back. “Now go kick some Tetris ass,” he said, and made a very careful escape to the bathroom.
Author: drabbles_by_v
Characters/Pairings: Morgan, Garcia
Rating: FRAO/NC-1y
Word Count: 1112
Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine and I'm making no profit by playing with their characters
Warnings: None really, just your generic explicit adult content
Summary: Morgan helps his girl out
Author's Note: This was written in response to a kink!meme prompt: "Morgan using his fingers to get Garcia off under her computer desk. I prefer friendship with this pairing -- friends having a bit of fun!"
“Baby Girl, what are you doing?” Morgan asked. When Garcia didn’t respond, he tapped her on the shoulder.
“Huhwhat?!” she gasped, looking up. “Oh, Derek! Right! Hi!” She straightened her glasses, looking flustered.
Morgan raised an eyebrow at her. “You okay? I said your name three times.”
Garcia pouted and slumped into her chair. “Yeah,” she said, clicking morosely at her Tetris game.
“What is up with you today?” Morgan asked. “First you send Hotch the wrong files, you mix up our last two cases in your report, and you just lost at Tetris.”
“I what?” Garcia gasped, her attention snapping to the screen again. “Oh, fuck.”
Morgan closed the door and leaned on the desk next to her. “What’s going on?” he asked, voice all concern.
Garcia huffed. “It’s nothing serious,” she said.
“Yeah, but you can tell me,” Morgan said. “Come on.”
Garcia bit her lip, then glanced up at him. “Strictly private, right?”
“Right. Scout’s honor,” Morgan said, grinning, holding up his hand.
Garcia managed a wan smile, then was pouting again. “I’m horny as hell,” she said.
Morgan couldn’t help but laugh. “Aw, poor sweetcheeks,” he chuckled, and ruffled her hair.
Garcia gave him a death glare. “Like you’ve never been horny at work before.”
Morgan scoffed. “In complete control of the weapon, here,” he said.
“Well then go away so I can at least be in peaceful silence,” Garcia grumbled.
“Now, now,” Morgan said, “Just because I can’t sympathize doesn’t mean I can’t help my girl out.” He shifted his weight and leaned over to the side, then reached his hand out and touched her thigh. He flashed her his best grin.
Garcia’s eyes widened in surprise, then her face shifted into an almost smug smile. She settled back in her chair and Morgan slipped his hand under her skirt, running his hand up the inside of her thigh. He felt her panties and rubbed his hand over her crotch. She was already soaking through the fabric.
“Ooh, naughty girl,” Morgan teased and Garcia smirked at him. Morgan began slowly tapping his fingers up and down, very lightly, teasing. She was shifting in the chair, trying to push closer, but he made sure not to give her any more pressure until she was good and relaxed.
Once she was, Morgan began rubbing her again, up and down, nice and slow. Garcia licked her lips and hummed contentedly. Morgan slipped his fingers around under her panties and gently stroked her outer lips. He could feel her clit peeking out near the top and tapped it a few times, making Garcia practically giggle. Morgan grinned. “Now what has my supreme Goddess so squirmy today?” he asked as he spread her open and began stroking her clit with more purpose.
“Mmm,” Garcia hummed, smiling. “Han Solo.”
“Han Solo?” Morgan laughed. “Only you, Garcia.” He circled his finger around her nub and then squeezed it between two fingers, making Garcia jump and let out a high-pitched chirp.
“I had a sexy dream about Han Solo,” Garcia explained. “He-ooh, right there-was naked and sweaty, but I overslept and I had to leave for work as soon as I woke up, and I didn’t have the time to…”
“Get some sexercising in?” Morgan supplied. “Twinkle your star? Shine the diamond? Stroke the honey pot?”
“Derek!” Garcia exclaimed, squirming. “Watch your mouth or I’ll have to give you a spanking.”
“Hm,” Morgan chuckled. He was stroking her harder now and her breathing was speeding up. Her head was resting back on the chair and her eyes were closed. “So do I need to have a talk with Mr. Solo for leaving you high and dry?”
“Nah,” Garcia said. “He was a perfect gentleman, I just woke up too soon.”
“What was he doing?” Morgan asked, moving one finger down to her opening and teasing it.
“Eating me,” Garcia answered honestly. A flush had grown on her cheeks. “He was getting me ready.”
“He must have a huge cock,” Morgan said, and Garcia immediately started giggling madly.
“It’s enormous,” she agreed.
Morgan pushed his finger in. “Han is standing over you,” he said, speaking in a deep, smooth voice. “And he is so hard, baby girl, just looking at your body. He’s got you wet and ready, begging for it, and he can’t wait to take his deadly weapon and tear you open with it.”
“Oh yeah,” Garcia breathed, arching her back. Morgan crooked his finger back and hit her sweet spot, making her tense and lick her lips.
Morgan’s finger was soaking. He added two more and started moving his hand in and out faster, twisting his wrist every time they were all the way in. “And now he’s spreading your legs open, teasing you with his cock, rubbing it against your bud…” At that, Morgan shifted his body so he could twist his hand around and press the heel of his hand against her clit. This way, he could hit it with each forward push. “But finally he can’t take it anymore and he thrusts his cock into you, slamming it all the way in. It hurts but you love it so bad, baby girl, and you’re begging him for more.”
Garcia was panting heavily now, her hands gripping her armrests. “Yes,” she gasped, “Yes, more, please!”
“And he’s all too willing to give it to you,” Morgan continued, shifting his technique from pulling in and out to adding a fourth finger and crooking all of them at once, moving his entire hand in small, rapid strokes, now focusing all of his attention on her sweet spot while his palm rubbed her clit constantly. “He’s pounding your hot little cunt, moaning your name, all hot and sweaty. His dick is stretching you wide open, making you feel so good. You’re exactly the beautiful woman he needs and he’s telling you how much he loves fucking you, how good you make his cock feel…”
Garcia moaned suddenly, breathless and tense, and Morgan felt her tighten around his fingers, spasming. Her entire body seized and she tossed her head, making a high-pitched sound as she came all over Morgan’s fingers. He kept his fingers rubbing her the entire time, waiting until she stopped shaking and sank into the chair, gasping for breath. He carefully pulled his fingers out.
“Mm, Derek,” she murmured. “What would I do without you?”
Morgan chuckled and leaned in, kissing her on the top of the head. “I’m gonna go wash my hands, okay?”
Garcia smiled at him. “Okay.”
Morgan smiled back. “Now go kick some Tetris ass,” he said, and made a very careful escape to the bathroom.