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👧🏻⚠️Derek Morgan⚠️👧🏻

Derek Morgan was a man of affection and adoration, a man who wanted to make you feel as safe and as comfortable as he could. He wanted to shower you with love, to hold you as tight as he could and to make it clear that he was devoted to you and you only.
But sometimes, he couldn't always take the pain away, couldn't heal the gaping wound that seemed to be in your life since your father died. And honestly, it broke his heart.

On the first anniversary of your father's death, Derek knew you were going to try and push through, try and shove all the feelings down to the pit of your gut and act as if nothing was wrong. But Derek was never going to let you do that, and you knew that as soon as you woke up.

He was wrapped around you, arms holding you to his chest and legs intertwined with yours, hands against your skin and a look of concern plastered over his face as you turned to face him. You could tell he was thinking, nearly could see the thoughts swirling around in your head, but as he noticed you were awake, a small warm and comforting smile appeared on his face.

"Good morning sweetheart." His lips were soft against yours as he leaned in for a kiss, and for a moment, all your sadness, pain and worry melted away. Yet you pulled away too soon, opening your mouth to ask a question.

"Why aren't you at work? You're normally gone by now." It wasn't that you weren't thrilled he was home in the morning for once, sharing the bed with you, but he knew it was a surprise to wake up with him beside you, not something either of you would consider normal in his busy work life.

"I took the day off. Hotch said it was fine and I wanted to spend today with my favourite beauty." You ducked your head down into his chest, sucking in a breath as your cheeks heated at his words. "And I thought...I know what it's like to lose a father, I don't want you to be alone on the anniversary of his death. That's a time no one should have to face alone."

You could feel the tears leaking out of your eyes then, rolling down your cheeks before landing on his bare chest, sniffling slightly as he tugged you to him, trying to hold you even closer.

"You didn't have to, Derek. I would have been okay; I would have found some way to distract myself." He tutted then, shaking his head at your words, before tilting your face up to look at him, dark brown eyes full of love and adoration.

"Baby, I want to be here for you, I want to be the one that distracts you, I want to be the one to hold you when you need to cry, and to make you feel better when you want some relief from the sadness. Now I know, it's hard to let people in and make yourself open enough to show what you're feeling, but this sadness is not going to pass until you let yourself grieve, sweetheart." He felt you sigh against him, a small sound of defeat when you realised he was right, and that he wasn't leaving you when you needed him the most. He let out a warm smile when you looked u at him, and soon he was kissing you again, trying to fill the kiss with love and comfort and devotion.

The kiss got more passionate before you could even blink, with Derek pulling himself up to hover above you, his arms cradling your body underneath his and his fingers interlocking with yours. A silent promise that he was going to be there.

"Derek, can you do something for me?" He pulled himself away from your lips as you spoke, waiting for you to go on as he brushed some hair out of your face and smiled down at you.

"Name it, beautiful. What do you need me to do?" When you answered you watched as his thick brows rose in surprise, his eyes widening at your request. But he also knew that what you were asking for was what you needed, a perfect distraction to try and pull you out of the sadness.

"Make love to me?" Derek didn't hesitate to nod back at you, a look of awe and need clouding over his face as he stared at you.

"Fuck, yes, of course baby." It started slow as soon as those words had left his mouth, his lips finding yours again as one of his hands wandered down to hold your wait, to pull you against him and feel the warmth that was radiating off his body. He took your breath away, your mind becoming a swirling mess of thoughts and half-finished ideas, and when he started pressing kisses to the column of your throat, you knew there was no chance those thoughts were coming back.