#cm derek

He chucked his shoes off, sighing angrily.  The damn unsub was taunting them, making them feel worthless and he wanted nothing more than to put the son of a bitch in his place.

Taking his shirt off, Derek fell onto the bed in his hotel room, not in the least bit tired, but Hotch insisted that everyone get some sleep to have fresh minds in the morning.  Just as he was about to close his eyes and attempt to snooze even for a little bit, there was a knock on the door.

Derek rolled his eyes, not wanting to deal with anyone right now.  He knew it was probably Reid, asking to see if he was okay.  He got up and made his way to the door, speaking to whoever was on the other side.

“I am not in the mood right now-”

When he opened the door, he was met with the bright eyes of Y/N.  Her hair was a bit damp as if she just got out of the shower and she was holding in one hand two wine glasses and the other a bottle of the best white the hotel carried, which honestly wasn’t that great.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-”

“No, I thought it was Reid,” Derek said, instantly feeling bad for scolding her.

“It’s fine.  I could tell this case is getting to you.  Really anyone with eyes and a working brain can probably tell,” she said with a sad smile.  

“Wine?” he asked, a smirk approaching his features.  She mimicked his expression and held up the alcohol.  He opened the door wider, prompting her to make her way into the room.

Y/N jumped onto the bed, curling her legs underneath her and smiled up at Derek, handing him a glass before attempting to pop the cork off.  When he realized she was struggling, he chuckled and grabbed the bottle, removing to cork with no problem.  She rolled her eyes.

“I loosened it,” she stated, holding out her glass. 

“Sure thing, Doll,” he said, pouring wine into her glass and sitting down beside her.

“To annoying-ass assailants and unstoppable agents,” she said with a grin, holding his glass into the air.  Derek raised his eyebrows.

“Cheers,” he said, clinking his glass to hers before taking a sip as he watched her.  Her hair was darkened due to the wetness and she was wearing a simple pajama set that looked incredibly silky.  Her face was free of makeup and despite the heaviness of the case, her eyes continued to shimmer, an optimistic glint that made everyone around her hopeful.  He admired so much the woman in front of him, and he didn’t really realize it until now.

He suddenly felt his mind drift back to her pajamas, wondering what she was wearing underneath.  Then he thought about this unsub, how patronizing he was and how unbelievably annoyed and tense he was from this case.

“So I’m sure the last thing you want to talk about is this case,” Y/N said before taking another sip - no, a gulp - of wine.  “We have all day tomorrow to think about it anyways, so I just assume we go back to high school for a moment.”

Derek’s brow furrowed in confusion.

“Humor me, Morgan.”

“What do you mean, go back to high school?” he asked, finishing off his glass and pouring another.

“Let’s be teenagers for a sec, tell each other secrets, talk about our crushes, that sort of thing.”  And in that moment, she even looked like a teenager, getting giddy about secrets and boys and wine, as if it was a scandalous act that they were drinking it without anyone else’s knowledge.

“This sounds a lot like a sleepover,” Derek said with a grin, not being able to conceal his amusement.

“Tell me a secret, Derek Morgan,” Y/N prodded, gently pushing his arm, her smile never leaving her face.

“I have a lot of pent up aggression because of this son of a bitch,” he answered quietly, his voice barely reaching above a whisper.

“That’s not a secret, that’s the blatantly obvious truth,” she pointed out, downing the rest of her wine.

“You didn’t let me finish.”

Her lips pressed together in curiosity as she poured more wine into her glass.

“I have a lot of pent up aggression and I am dying to take it out on you.”

Derek’s sudden admission made her spill the wine, the light liquid now all over his bed sheets.  Well that went from zero to a hundred real quick, she thought, using the bed comforter to pat the wine she spilled.  She tried to keep her hands and eyes busy as heat pooled at her core due to Derek’s low and sultry voice.

“Y/N,” he said.  She continued to pat the wet sheets, unable to look up at him.

“Dang it, I’m such a klutz,” she said hastily, her hands shaking.

“Y/N,” he repeated, grabbing her wrists.  This caused her actions to stop, but she continued to look down at the bed.  “I’m sorry if I offended you.”

Slowly, her eyes trailed up his body.  His shirt was missing and his incredibly define muscles were suddenly making it harder for her to breathe.  Who knew she had a thing for Mr. Chocolate Thunder.  More importantly, who knew he had a thing for her.

When her eyes finally reached his, they were questioning.  His reflected worry, as if what he said really had offended her.

“You didn’t,” she admitted.  “I just um... I just-”

“I’m sorry.  I obviously made you uncomfortable,” he said softly, mentally kicking himself for saying what he did.  

“No,” she said quickly, “you didn’t.  I just never knew you... felt that way about me.”

Derek sighed.  “To be honest, neither did I.”

The alcohol in her system came into play as confidence shot through her.  “Tell me, Derek.  What made you realize?” she asked in the sexiest voice she could muster.  She slowly leaned forward, pushing her bust out towards him, extenuating her cleavage, leaning in close enough so she could feel his breath on her face.  A smirk plagued her lips as she looked at his mouth and the way his tongue swiped across his bottom lip, capturing it between his teeth.  He picked up exactly what Y/N was putting down.

“The fact that I desperate want to rip those silky little pj’s off you,” he said in a hushed tone.  

Feeling positive about his answer, Y/N pulled her feet out from under her and leaned back, opening her legs ever so slowly.  “What’s stopping you?”

Derek smirked and leaned forward, his hand making immediate contact with her heat.  Y/N moaned at his touch, her hips moving forward into his hand.  She was already soaking through her silky, little pj’s.  Content with this, he wasted no time hooking his fingers into the shorts, ripping them down her legs to reveal her underwear, black, lacy, and French cut.

“Mmmm,” he moaned in content looking at her half naked figure.  His fingers pulled back the front of her panties as he dipped them inside, wiping clean up her slit, soaking up the juices she’d already produced.  Without warning, his index finger plunged into her, making her grip desperately cling onto the sheets which were soaked with wine.

“Fuuuck,” she moaned, her eye’s fluttering shut.  Derek leaned forward and pressed his lips to her collarbones, licking and sucking at the flesh he never knew he wanted to taste so incredibly bad.  She’d always been attracted, he knew that much.  But it was something about how this case affected him, mixed with the sight of her in a skimpy nighttime ensemble that really made him need this.  

“Talk to me baby girl.  Tell me what you want,” he sighed against her skin. 

Y/N grabbed his wrist to the hand of the fingers that were inside her, steadying it while she thrust her hips forward, fucking his fingers.

“This,” she practically shouted as her thrusts became sloppy and irregular.  She was close, and he could tell, prompting him to bring his other hand inside her panties as well, rotating her clit in vicious circles, wanting nothing more than to feel her come on his fingers.

“Give it to me, Y/N,” he said to her, his voice rough and low.  This sent her over the edge and she fell back onto the bed, holding intensely onto his wrist as she rode out her high on his fingers, letting herself come in her panties.

“Shit,” she whispered loudly, the back of her head digging into the mattress.  Derek retracted his fingers before pulling her panties down her legs.  He took in the sight of her pink pussy, groaning in satisfaction.  Before he had time to lean down and kiss those freshly fucked lips, Y/N was up, pushing his body back onto the bed.  “I need you,” she said quickly before undoing his pants and briskly pulling them down his toned legs, grabbing his briefs as well, letting his erection free and fall against his stomach.  She moaned in pleasure, a large smile resting upon her face.  Throwing one leg over his hips, she ripped off her shirt, letting her breasts finally breathe.

“Dear god,” Derek moaned at the sight, reaching up immediately to massage them, sitting up so he could take one of the erect nubs into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, moaning as she slid her pussy against his shaft, precum leaking from his head.

“Like that?” Y/N asked, a smile taking over her face as her hips collided with his repeatedly.  He moaned his yes against her tit, gently pulling her nipple into his teeth, causing her to writhe above him.

Y/N didn’t hesitate as she took his member into her hand, positioning it at her entrance.  She sunk down onto him, both of them groaning in unison at the sensation.

“Damn,” he cursed, snaking his arm completely around her figure, pulling her torso as close to his as possible.  She continued to ride him relentlessly.  When she realized how far they’d gone, she place her hands on either side of his face, pulling his head back to capture his lips with hers, making it the first kiss they ever shared.  It was the most intimate part of the moment, their tongues colliding and caressing each other.  Suddenly the heat of the moment felt so much more special despite the fact that he was literally balls deep inside her.

“I’m gonna come,” he said against her lips, not sure if he needed to pull out or not.

“Pill,” she said quickly, frantically licking at his mouth, determined to feel himself come inside of her.

Not a second later did he reach his climax, spilling into her, the feeling of his hot come sending her over the edge for a second time.  Their moans were the only sounds filling the room, along with heavy breaths of content.

“Damn,” Derek said again, a smile resting on his lips as Y/N climbed off him, falling onto the bed beside him.

“Damn,” she replied, laughing a little.

“Who fucking knew?” he asked, rolling over to look at her.

“Right?  All that sexual tension was there all along,” she pointed out.

“Well I’m certainly glad all my pent up aggression was there tonight,” he replied, pecking her nose.  He stood up, grabbing a towel, but not bothering to cover up all his glory.  “I think you might need another shower,” he told Y/N, pointing out her sweaty body.  

“You do, too,” she replied, sticking her tongue out at him.