Demily One-Shots

Out on the streets, Another Encounter, and Trouble with the Boss.

this one-shot sorta-kind of ties in with the last one, so just a heads up this chapter will also have a sex scene as well as vulgar language. so if its not something for you then move on from this chapter. and again thankyou to all my supporters who do read.

It began to rain the minute the two agents stepped onto the streets. they were naked and had no way to get back to their team. Derek turned to Emily, making no effort to cover himself- after what they had just done, modesty was about the hugest joke they'd hear right now. 

"so I'm thinking our first order of business should be to take care of this". Derek responded, gesturing to Emily's slim and completely naked form.

"yeah, Probably". Emily put her hands on her hips and laughed at the sheer absurdity of their situation. "but first, where the hell are we?" the pair had been transferred to this mysterious sex house in the middle of the night, in a dark car with guns to their heads... so location was not the top priority, at the time. Emily ran along the wall of the alley and stuck his head around the corner. 

"1300 bland road, Emily we are about 6 miles down from our hotel!" 

"we're in Bluefield? how the hell did we get down here?" two weeks undercover had turned into a blur of clubs and weird sex parties and had gotten them disoriented. 

"let's work on figuring that one out later. it's got to be like two in the morning, and it's pouring rain, do you think we can make a run for it?"

without another word, Emily snuck down the alley and ran across the street. clad only in her heels, she began to sprint down the sidewalk yelling for Derek to follow her.

the two agents thought they were free, with their hotel being close in sight and the rain slowing to a stop. However, turning the last corner, they spotted a town police car. he spotted them in the rearview mirror. 

"Run". Emily whispered, a smile cracking across her face. there was no way this cop would believe they were undercover , and the last thing the pair wanted or needed was a citation for public indecency. 

Derek unlocked the hotel room door, laughing and soaking wet. he strode inside and threw Emily a towel that was on the shelfs in the bathroom. now that both agents were inside, there was a general feeling that the situation at hand needed to be addressed-mainly, that they had blown their cover and this case. 

Derek chose to ignore this fact for the time being, and began searing through his luggage, he threw some sweatpants and a T-shirt at Emily, and got dressed himself.

"really, Derek? Sweatpants? that's the best you've got to give me?" she put his clothes on and decided to make some coffee at the kitchen area of the hotel room.

"shut up". Derek yelled from the other side of the room, pulling on his own pair of sweatpants. hearing her slightly sarcastic voice saying his name nearly made him jump out of his skin in desire. the last time she had said that, it was accompanied by a moan and a climax. 

he sat down on the couch and put his face in his hands. "sooo..." 

"do you think we've got enough to bust the trafficking/swingers ring?" 

"I don't know, we'll have to see what Hotch thinks and what Erin will let us get away with..."

"yeah...what Hotch thinks...listen, umm..." Derek said, trying to approach the subject. 

"we had sex." Emily changed positions on the couch, leaning in so she could see Derek's face, still buried in his hands. "...and it was goood". Emily said with her typical eyebrow raise.

"Derek sat up at that statement. "but Hotch and the case and us undercover and..."

"to them, it never happened".

"and to us?"

"well..." Emily leaned in to kiss him, Derek's shirt kind of hanging off of her shoulder. he could not believe she was doing this, being this proactive and provocative, believing that Hotch and the team would never find out about this. but it was two in the morning and they had been undercover for weeks...

Emily climbed top of Derek's lap and began kissing him furiously. this time she was going to be on top, and he was going to have to deal with it. Emily was divided into two different woman- part of her was still in her work mode wondering what would come of her career if the team happened to find out. and then the other Emily was carefree, filled with passion, and didn't let the thoughts of others finding out, this Emily was just one with her partner. two people who care for each other enjoying in sexual activity together. 

with this hesitation, Derek now took over. he took off his pants that he had futilely put on when they got to the hotel room and hooked his arms around Emily's waist, bringing her closer. he pulled his sweatpants off her body and grabbed her bare ass, thrusting himself into her strong but willing body. he could hardly believe they were doing this again when his cell phone that had been sitting silent on the charger for two weeks had rang. 

being that Derek was otherwise occupied, his lips thrusting roughly against Emily's, he was not about to answer the phone. However, Emily climbed off of him, breathing heavily, and said "answer it. it could be your mom or Penelope." Derek sighed, jumping up off the couch once again naked. 

"hello?" 

Emily sat up and went into the kitchen area to get the coffee she had made. 

"what? no...I...we were just..." Emily poked her head around the corner, looking alarmed. who was on the phone? 

"yes. yes... yes sir. I understand... yes. see you soon".

he hung up the phone and rubbed his eyes, sighing.

"that didn't sound good..." Emily said handing him a cup of coffee. 

"that was Hotch". 

Emily spat out her coffee. "Hotch? calling at two in the morning? what... did he see us? did someone see us?" A Hotch cockblock. she couldn't believe it. and all the way out in Bluefield. 

"yeah. that cop? it was the guy sitting in his car. I guess he recognized us and he rated us out to Hotch. 

Derek started to get dressed. 

"he wants to see us down at the station".