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"MARIANA", Emily exclaimed, becoming more exasperated and embarrassed with her friend's unyielding laughter. She needed to forget the whole situation ever happened, but Mariana was intent on having her retell the entire thing.
"Okaayy, one more timeeee, you know I need to hear everything twice to get the full picture", Mariana pleaded, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. Emily frowned at the woman, convinced she only wanted another laugh out of the situation. "Fine", she grimaced. "But this is the last time". Mariana dutifully nodded, and waited for Emily to start the story over.
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A wave of panic rushed through the two agents - the sound of their colleague's voice moving them away from each other with a quickness. Dereck swiftly zipped his work pants and fastened his belt buckle, while Emily hastily pulled her panties up to her knees. Garcia's voice was quickly approaching, and though she couldn't tell how much time they had to look decent, Emily lifted her legs into the car - sensing she didn't have quite enough to stand and fix her skirt. She was right.
Garcia appeared rounding the corner just as she heard Dereck in her passenger seat closing the door. Thankfully, that expression of surprise wasn't due to what transpired between Emily and Dereck just then. Penelope walked with her phone in one hand and bag in the other. The blood rushing through Emily's ears again only allowed her to pick up one or two words from the conversation - something about a concert this fall?
Thank the fuck, Emily exhaled- relieved no one saw her gobbling down Dereck Morgan from the front seat of her car. Fucking embarrassing, she winced, and reminded herself never to do this with Dereck again.... at least not here. She watched as Penelope walked to her car, continuing her conversation. She nearly forgot that Dereck was now beside her, just as relieved as she had been that their coworker was too consumed in her phone call to notice them.
The two of them sat alone under the safe cloak of her dark windows. In mere moments Dereck calmed, and took notice of the way the scent of Emily's arousal filled the small car - spurring, intoxicating him. His nostrils flared, drinking in her scent. He stole a glimpse of the woman beside him - her face was still flustered pink, while her now plump lips quivered their way under her teeth once again. She drew him in with every little thing.
"Let's go", Dereck finally spoke, his voice low and rough. Emily looked at him with wild eyes, waiting for an explanation. She wanted him all the same, but was still surprised that almost getting caught didn't deter him for a moment. "M-morgan, I-", she struggled to find her words- her voice just as raspy as his. "Relax, Emily", he chuckled. "I'll keep my hands to myself", he said with a humorous smile. He let out a light hearted laugh, but his eyes betrayed him - still peering down at her with longing. "I just want to talk to you- you've been giving me the cold shoulder all day. We can go to your place, or mine", he suggested, hoping she'd give him a chance at redemption for brushing her off this morning.
Not particularly in the mood to argue with him right there - and riveted by the idea of getting underneath his clothes again - she agreed. "Fine", she breathed, keenly aware of the large erection still in his pants. "where are my keys"?
Morgan reached in his back pocket to retrieve her keys, and paused when he realized they weren't in there. He frowned and checked his other, even though he was sure he didn't put them in that one. "I-", he stumbled. "They were just in my pocket before I got in the car", he offered, having no idea where they could've gone.
"Well that's just great, Dereck", Emily gritted through her teeth - lust mixing with frustration in the most impossible way. I don't have time for this, she thought to herself, still on edge from what almost happened seconds ago. Before Dereck could speak back, a quick rap at her window interrupted them, making Emily jump. Fuck, fuck fuck fuck, Emily's chest tightened once again. Maybe someone did see us, she thought.
With her eyes even more widened, Emily slapped her hand over her mouth and turned to look at Dereck, who was almost as startled as she was. She was frozen, and didn't know what to do, or how she would play off the situation. Seconds later, another rap at her window occurred, and Dereck quickly gestured for her to let down the window. Emily took a deep breath in, turned, and rolled her window halfway down.
Fuck, she thought. Her panties were still half way down, her face was likely beet red, and none other than Erin Strauss stood above her.
"Uh m-ma'am" Emily spoke, sounding more surprised than anything. She works here Emily why are you surprised, she mentally kicked herself. "Agent Prentiss", Strauss addressed her with her usual clipped tone. "I didn't expect to see you still here", she inquired, peering through the half way lowered window, not quite seeing the pair of lace panties just below Emily's skirt.
Emily cleared her throat. "Well, I - had some work I wanted to catch up on....and.....am heading home now", she rushed out with a tight smile. Erin responded with a short yet unconvinced 'hmm', and an inquisitive stare. Emily tried her best not to squirm under the woman's eagle eyes, gripping them hem of her skirt with a near painful tightness. Never a-fucking-gain, she thought while still gazing up at Strauss, trying to appear normal.
"Ssssoooo I- should- get going, ma'am, um- it... was nice seeing you!", Emily stumbled trying to end the interaction when Strauss didn't say anything. When is it ever nice seeing her, she kicked herself once again as she started to roll the window back up.
"Wait a second, agent Prentiss", Strauss stopped her. Emily gulped at the hint of suspicion in her boss' voice, and turned to roll the window back down. She raised her eyebrows at Strauss, wanting nothing more than to pull out of the parking lot and crawl under a rock for the rest of eternity.
"I don't think you'll get very far without your keys", Strauss answered, holding them up to Emily's view. "Oh", Emily exclaimed nervously. "Goodness I must've dropped them trying to get in", she lamely offered and reached for her keys. "Thanks so much - uh..I'll - see you tomorrow, ma'am. Have a good night", she spoke quickly.
"Yes of course", Strauss nodded her goodbye. "You as well, agent Morgan", she spoke before walking off to her own car. When Emily was sure she was out of ear shot, she let out a loud, heavy sigh and placed her keys in the ignition.
"We are NEVER doing this here again. Fucking Strauss AND Penelope almost caught us", she said, turning the key. She quickly peeled her way out of the parking lot, and began driving to her own apartment.
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Mariana's laughter started again before Emily could even finish the story. The two of them sat on her sofa cross legged with the tv quietly running in front of them. Beautiful plush robes clung to both their bodies, and Emily's living room was filled with soft hints of the vanilla and lavender candles Mariana had brought over for the night. Emily allowed herself to laugh at the ridiculousness of the whole thing. After all, it was their fault for reaching for each other in the parking lot - she accepted that much.
She took another long drag of the sweet mimosa mix they made earlier, and contemplated telling Mariana the other .... half of the story. She and Morgan rode back to her apartment together in what felt like the steamiest twenty five minutes of her life. "hmm", she let out a half chuckle, flustered in just remembering the car ride to her place...........
A/N
........ well this is awkward 💀
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The Needa Know (A Demily Fanfic)
Fanfiction"I didn't plan any of this, ok? It's not like I went over my to-do list this week and just willy-nilly added Dereck Morgan! I didn't expect us to do this, he was my friend. He is my friend, I just don't know what's gotten in to us...."
