The previous twenty-four hours were a stark contrast from the day before. Familiarity offered quite the comfort. Emily had aided his recovery from his poor decisions after the fall out with Deb. Derek had managed to avoid the other Morgan, or maybe she simply wasn't looking. As usual.
However, all the bitterness he had contained was gone after donning the black mask at the Sheriff Station. His hand was still injured but not something Derek paid much attention to. In fact, the mask had a better effect than the pills Wilson prescribed.
Hangover was gone and he returned from the station to home for a change out of the uniform Emily had retrieved for him. She had been kind enough to pick up a set of casual clothes as well but Derek had a specific outfit in mind. Even in the chaos with Deb, memory recalled a black suit in his closet
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*shakes fist at it*emily_prentissApril 19 2011, 23:07:03 UTC
"You're a very good dancer," she said, impressed and grinning as she came out of a rather fancy spin, meaning it. She laughed, brushing some hair from her eyes. "Hope I can keep up!"
This was the most fun she'd had in what felt like years. It might have actually been years too. Back home, her job didn't afford her much in the way of time, something usually needed to cultivate relationships, romantic or otherwise. A lack of relationships meant some serious gaps in her social calendar. Usually she just went out with some combination of Reid, Morgan, JJ and Garcia. And while she loved them all, was nice to have someone new to be around for a change.
Particularly someone as nice, and noble, and light on their feet as Dr. Wilson.
Peaksville wasn't seeming like such an awful place to be anymore.
"You're too kind," Wilson said as he pulled her closer. "And you're doing beautifully." He broke out his best charming smile before dipping her. Oddly, despite the practice he'd had in the past, he'd never been quite this good before. The thought crossed his mind that maybe before he hadn't been quite as confident. Now he couldn't quite remember why that might be.
Of course, it didn't hurt that he was dancing with the most beautiful girl in the room. Charming, smart and beautiful and dancing with him. Wilson felt all kinds of lucky.
Emily waved him off, laughing again. "You sir, are a charmer." Then she grinned. "Not that I'm complaining."
She hadn't done much rug-cutting in recent years, but she hadn't been exaggerating at all. Wilson was a good dancer, spinning and dipping like a pro.
And she was laughing a lot this evening, more than she could remember laughing in a long while. It felt good, and it wasn't entirely due to the mask though that definitely didn't hurt.
As the current song came to an end, she stood, grinning and slightly out of breath, brushing hair she was starting to wish she'd pinned up out of her face yet again. "You want another drink? Gotta stay hydrated," she joked.
"Well, as long as you're not complaining," Wilson said, smiling as he spun her again. It all felt so natural where as, in the past, it had felt more mechanical, like he was just going through the motions. This was the complete opposite. He felt confident and happy and it seemed to be projecting well, considering Emily's reactions.
The mask, Wilson thought, was wonderful and he never wanted to take it off.
Wilson couldn't stop the grin that had spread wide across his face, nor did he want to. It was just so damned great to feel this good. It had been far too long. "Another drink sounds wonderful. You want the same as you had before?"
Dancing with Deb had been fun. He enjoyed dancing. And making out. Hell, who didn't? However, nature called and Derek had to answer. As he returned to the dance floor, Emily was standing there in that red dress--not dancing. That was just wrong.
He swaggered up to the buxom brunette with his intoxicated grin firmly in place. "You don't mind if I step in, do you?" he asked Wilson. Derek glanced back at Emily and winked. "Promise I won't step on your toes." His attention panned between the two. "Just seems wrong to be on the dance floor and not shake a tail feather. Especially with such a great tail."
His fiendish grin amplified and he snickered at his own bad pun. He didn't think to look for Deb. Everything was good. Derek would possibly sleep in his designated bed for the first time that night. There were no more hurt feelings or anger or resentment. Everything was great. So great that he wanted more. Emily was standing in front of him. The bartender was on the horizon.
"I'm actually not sure what it is I had before," she said to Wilson, shrugging merrily. "She poured, I drank. But it was good, so whatever she--"
Her words faded as she caught sight of Derek in her peripheral, seconds before he spoke up. She laughed, rolling her eyes at his wink and promise. "I've heard that before," she said, teasing him, though she wasn't opposed to his idea of another dance.
She looked to Wilson. "Just a quick spin, then drinks," she said, more or less assuming he would be okay with it, because life was golden. "Since he asked so nicely."
Love Potion No. 9 had begun to play as they talked, and she was already swaying to the beat. Dancing was fun. She couldn't think of a reason why she didn't do it more often.
Before she could even finish her last sentence to Wilson, Derek had slipped a hand around her torso and pulled her close. He started something between a tango and salsa dancing. It worked with the music. He wasn't surprised at how Emily kept up. "A quick spin then drinks? ...You rushing me off, Princess?"
He dipped her back before she had a decent moment to answer. Her cleavage teased him and Derek found it only right to tease back. His lips found the exposed area and kissed it softly before returning up right and snapping her back to the equal position.
"I can be a lot more fun than drinks," he uttered huskily with a wink, snatching her up in the traditional close tango pose face to face.
Emily opened her mouth to say something smart-assed, but it turned into a bubbling laugh as he dipped her. God, she was having a blast. And everything was just getting better and better. She had made a new friend, no, make that two new friends. And now she was dancing the night away in a borrowed dress with one of her best friends. This was a good night.
She didn't mind at all that he'd kissed her cleavage, though she fixed him with a look of mock sternness at the gesture when he brought her back to an upright position. "Didn't I tell you earlier to behave?" she said, arching a brow at him.
And then she smiled at him, coy as he had ever seen her and then some, a soft, low chuckle accompanying it. "You always have been one to disobey orders when it suits you," she said, eyes dancing behind her ruby mask. "Am I going to have to tell on you, Agent Morgan?"
There was music playing, that much Derek knew. He didn't really care what kind of music. They were dancing to the beat of a different drum. Emily was one of the people closest to him in life and they were physically mirroring that. The tango positioning began mirroring more of a dirty dance--a little before the era they were in.
"You just might," he shot back as saucy as ever. "Can't help it. You're doing things to me, Woman. ...I'm a big boy. Might be enough for two."
His left hand ceased to hold hers and joined the right in cradling her body close as they two stepped intimately on the floor. Derek was oblivious of the world around. He grinned, happy to have danced and made out with Deb--ready to do more.
Oddly enough, he didn't attempt to lock lips with Emily but kept his dangerously close while the front of their masks touched and he gazed intently in her eyes.
"You sure you just haven't had one too many?" she asked, smirking.
She hadn't really realized how close they'd gotten, and when she finally did, she couldn't say she wasn't enjoying it. She liked flirting with Morgan, it was always fun, and now, with the mask it that was even more true. Sure, for the briefest of moments there was a tiny voice that had said something about work and inappropriate behavior but she had dismissed it immediately, forgetting all about it within a moment or two.
She could feel the warmth of his breath fan across her face, not minding the sensation at all. Without giving it a single thought, she closed the miniscule distance and brushed his lips with hers. She lingered a little but the kiss was still positively chaste in comparison to all the others people were exchanging that evening.
She grinned, giving him a wink. "Now we're even. Almost. You did slap my ass earlier. Don't think I've forgotten that."
"Baby, I haven't had nearly enough." Whether he was responding about drinks or women, it was unclear. They had continued dancing and Emily decided to play with fire. She closed in, brushed his lips and left Derek wanting more. Much more. The mask might have made all his anger melt away but Deb had started a fire. Prentiss was stoking embers. "Mmm," he responded simply, licking his lips yet staring in a very complicated manner
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She made a noncommittal noise, arching both brows in an 'of course not' gesture he had seen from her plenty of times. She kept pace with him mindlessly, focusing more on the man than the moves, enjoying the languid turns around the floor
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"I'm tryin' to tell you that we should blow this pop stand," he uttered finally with his feindish grin still firmly in place.
Sam Cooke's 'You Send' me was flowing in the bar. Had he been coherent, Derek might have found it wrong to make out with his co-worker with his pseudo wife in the room--at least at the lines about wanting to marry and take her home.
But his good friend wasn't protesting or rejecting his advances to remind him of anything. In fact, Emily had been more than accommodating. She was not a willing participant but had instigated the kiss. What she felt at her abdomen could no longer remain secret.
"Unless you're into public displays. I'm here to serve," he uttered with a gaze rapidly panning from her eyes to her lips in anticipation and want. Heavy, obvious want. She only needed to say the word and he would bend her over a bar stool.
"Isn't that usually 'popsicle stand'?" She was teasing him, focusing on the obviously unimportant, which was no easy task considering she wasn't exactly unaffected by their flirtations. It had been a while since she had indulged in carnal pleasures and she couldn't for the life of her begin to imagine why.
The mask made inhibitions a thing of distant dreams. When they were gone, there would be a piper to be paid but until then, and not a second before, this all seemed like the very best of ideas.
She kissed him again, simply because she could and she felt like it. "I'm not putting on a show for anyone else, Morgan," she said, chuckling at his suggestion. "But I like the idea of getting out of here," she said, peeling herself away from him and glancing towards the door. It seemed too far somehow, and the house, her bedroom, even farther than that.
He nearly addressed his mix up of words by asking if Emily only remembered the saying because she wanted something to suck on but was pulled into another kiss. The mask was one hell of a thing for loose tongues--figuratively and literally
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However, all the bitterness he had contained was gone after donning the black mask at the Sheriff Station. His hand was still injured but not something Derek paid much attention to. In fact, the mask had a better effect than the pills Wilson prescribed.
Hangover was gone and he returned from the station to home for a change out of the uniform Emily had retrieved for him. She had been kind enough to pick up a set of casual clothes as well but Derek had a specific outfit in mind. Even in the chaos with Deb, memory recalled a black suit in his closet ( ... )
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This was the most fun she'd had in what felt like years. It might have actually been years too. Back home, her job didn't afford her much in the way of time, something usually needed to cultivate relationships, romantic or otherwise. A lack of relationships meant some serious gaps in her social calendar. Usually she just went out with some combination of Reid, Morgan, JJ and Garcia. And while she loved them all, was nice to have someone new to be around for a change.
Particularly someone as nice, and noble, and light on their feet as Dr. Wilson.
Peaksville wasn't seeming like such an awful place to be anymore.
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Of course, it didn't hurt that he was dancing with the most beautiful girl in the room. Charming, smart and beautiful and dancing with him. Wilson felt all kinds of lucky.
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She hadn't done much rug-cutting in recent years, but she hadn't been exaggerating at all. Wilson was a good dancer, spinning and dipping like a pro.
And she was laughing a lot this evening, more than she could remember laughing in a long while. It felt good, and it wasn't entirely due to the mask though that definitely didn't hurt.
As the current song came to an end, she stood, grinning and slightly out of breath, brushing hair she was starting to wish she'd pinned up out of her face yet again. "You want another drink? Gotta stay hydrated," she joked.
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The mask, Wilson thought, was wonderful and he never wanted to take it off.
Wilson couldn't stop the grin that had spread wide across his face, nor did he want to. It was just so damned great to feel this good. It had been far too long. "Another drink sounds wonderful. You want the same as you had before?"
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He swaggered up to the buxom brunette with his intoxicated grin firmly in place. "You don't mind if I step in, do you?" he asked Wilson. Derek glanced back at Emily and winked. "Promise I won't step on your toes." His attention panned between the two. "Just seems wrong to be on the dance floor and not shake a tail feather. Especially with such a great tail."
His fiendish grin amplified and he snickered at his own bad pun. He didn't think to look for Deb. Everything was good. Derek would possibly sleep in his designated bed for the first time that night. There were no more hurt feelings or anger or resentment. Everything was great. So great that he wanted more. Emily was standing in front of him. The bartender was on the horizon.
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Her words faded as she caught sight of Derek in her peripheral, seconds before he spoke up. She laughed, rolling her eyes at his wink and promise. "I've heard that before," she said, teasing him, though she wasn't opposed to his idea of another dance.
She looked to Wilson. "Just a quick spin, then drinks," she said, more or less assuming he would be okay with it, because life was golden. "Since he asked so nicely."
Love Potion No. 9 had begun to play as they talked, and she was already swaying to the beat. Dancing was fun. She couldn't think of a reason why she didn't do it more often.
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He dipped her back before she had a decent moment to answer. Her cleavage teased him and Derek found it only right to tease back. His lips found the exposed area and kissed it softly before returning up right and snapping her back to the equal position.
"I can be a lot more fun than drinks," he uttered huskily with a wink, snatching her up in the traditional close tango pose face to face.
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She didn't mind at all that he'd kissed her cleavage, though she fixed him with a look of mock sternness at the gesture when he brought her back to an upright position. "Didn't I tell you earlier to behave?" she said, arching a brow at him.
And then she smiled at him, coy as he had ever seen her and then some, a soft, low chuckle accompanying it. "You always have been one to disobey orders when it suits you," she said, eyes dancing behind her ruby mask. "Am I going to have to tell on you, Agent Morgan?"
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"You just might," he shot back as saucy as ever. "Can't help it. You're doing things to me, Woman. ...I'm a big boy. Might be enough for two."
His left hand ceased to hold hers and joined the right in cradling her body close as they two stepped intimately on the floor. Derek was oblivious of the world around. He grinned, happy to have danced and made out with Deb--ready to do more.
Oddly enough, he didn't attempt to lock lips with Emily but kept his dangerously close while the front of their masks touched and he gazed intently in her eyes.
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She hadn't really realized how close they'd gotten, and when she finally did, she couldn't say she wasn't enjoying it. She liked flirting with Morgan, it was always fun, and now, with the mask it that was even more true. Sure, for the briefest of moments there was a tiny voice that had said something about work and inappropriate behavior but she had dismissed it immediately, forgetting all about it within a moment or two.
She could feel the warmth of his breath fan across her face, not minding the sensation at all. Without giving it a single thought, she closed the miniscule distance and brushed his lips with hers. She lingered a little but the kiss was still positively chaste in comparison to all the others people were exchanging that evening.
She grinned, giving him a wink. "Now we're even. Almost. You did slap my ass earlier. Don't think I've forgotten that."
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Sam Cooke's 'You Send' me was flowing in the bar. Had he been coherent, Derek might have found it wrong to make out with his co-worker with his pseudo wife in the room--at least at the lines about wanting to marry and take her home.
But his good friend wasn't protesting or rejecting his advances to remind him of anything. In fact, Emily had been more than accommodating. She was not a willing participant but had instigated the kiss. What she felt at her abdomen could no longer remain secret.
"Unless you're into public displays. I'm here to serve," he uttered with a gaze rapidly panning from her eyes to her lips in anticipation and want. Heavy, obvious want. She only needed to say the word and he would bend her over a bar stool.
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The mask made inhibitions a thing of distant dreams. When they were gone, there would be a piper to be paid but until then, and not a second before, this all seemed like the very best of ideas.
She kissed him again, simply because she could and she felt like it. "I'm not putting on a show for anyone else, Morgan," she said, chuckling at his suggestion. "But I like the idea of getting out of here," she said, peeling herself away from him and glancing towards the door. It seemed too far somehow, and the house, her bedroom, even farther than that.
Peaksville needed a hotel.
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