𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐦⇒ 𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕜 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕒𝕟

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it had been a long ass day for emerson. there was absolutely no denying that. maybe that's why sleep came so easy that night. maybe it was the warm embrace of derek. maybe it was the running around the house that had tired her out the most. she wasn't sure. all she knew is that there was no place that she'd rather have been in that moment.

she didn't remember exactly how it happened, but the next morning, emerson found herself waking up in the master bedroom, spooning with a shirtless derek morgan. shit, she thought to herself. shit, shit, shit. how could she be so stupid?  she hadn't drank anything last night. there was no way that she had slept with her coworker. that was absurd.

emerson snapped out of her thoughts when the man behind her began to wake up.

"good morning, sleeping beauty," she smiled, closing her eyes.

he let out a low, quiet 'hmph.' "morning," he said gruffly, sleep thick in his voice. then it hit him. he jumped out of bed and put his hands behind his head.

"wha-what happened last night?" he said, fumbling over his words.

"not sure, to be honest, but the clothes are on, so i'm guessing that it was nothing more that cuddling," emerson answered him reassuringly.

he let out a deep breath. "jeez, man. sorry about that."

"no complaints,'" she smiled slightly.

"you hungry? i make some bomb-ass scrambled eggs."

"that sounds amazing, thank you," she answered. "do you uh..." she hesitated, "do you have a pair of socks that i could borrow by chance?"

he looked up. "uh, yeah here you go." he walked into his closet and came out with a pair of black nike socks. she smiled and thanked him before following him down the stairs and into the kitchen. he opened the refrigerator and grabbed out some eggs and began scrambling them.

"so you live all alone out here? not even a dog or something?"  emerson asked, looking around.

"nah, man. i mean i'd love to have one, but I'm hardly ever home, so it wouldn't be fair to them, y'know?"

"yeah. same here."

"how many for the lady?"

she laughed. "two, please."

"yes m--"

a hearty knock sounded at the door, interrupting him. he served her eggs then proceeded to the door.

"hey emily," he said, opening the door widely.

"well hey you fine chunk of meat," she replied, walking inside.

"yeah, i still can't say that I like that one."

"aww thanks for the input. but i really don't care. you ready to go?" she asked emerson, whose face was stuffed with eggs. she looked at her questionably.

"huh? go where?" she asked, knitting her eyebrows together.

"home, baby," derek answered for her, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist, roistering her up and out of the chair, spinning her around. she laughed and bellowed, "put me down!"

"come on, miss priss," emily told her.

"i don't wanna," she frowned.

"well, come on, i gotta get sergio from the vet."

"can i stay a little longer," she begged, giving emily the puppy dog eyes.

"fine. i'm picking you up after i get my cat though. be ready." and with that, emily walked out, and derek locked the door behind her. emerson returned to her eggs, while derek leaned on the counter, right beside where she sat.

"now, you gonna tell me what that was all about?" he questioned, raising his eyebrows.

she thought for a second. "nope."

"oh really? you're gonna play that game, huh?"

"what game?" she asked innocently.

they looked at each other in silence for what felt like hours before emerson finally closed the space between them. she leaned forward and placed a kiss on his lips. he smiled. he seemed to like it, so she did it again. this time she kissed him almost hungrily. he groaned, and placed his hands on the small of her back. she parted her lips and let him take over. she moaned and moved her hands down his torso to his belt, then stood up. he pulled away.

"are you sure?" he asked. she nodded eagerly. "use your words."

"yes sir. are you okay with it?" she questioned in return, looking up at him through her thick lashes. 

"jump," he answered. she did as she was told and he carried her to the bedroom. he pulled the curtains closed for some extra privacy and to make her more comfortable. he threw her on the bed and began to undo his belt. she took that as her cue to undress herself, but he stopped her. "not yet. that's my job."

she smiled and threw her hair up before laying down on the bed. after he had successfully removed his shirt and belt, he began taking off her clothes. he pulled the shirt over her head and began kissing on her neck. he slipped his hand into the waistband of the sweatpants she had on and pushed them down. 

"shit, derek, please," she moaned as he continued his assault down her chest.

"please what?"

"fuck me."

"someone is a little excited," he chuckled, taking off the rest of his clothes. he leaned forward and kissed her softly before moving his hand up to the side of her throat and caressing her jawline. "are you sure?"

"yes, yes, please just--"

he pressed his lips to hers and slid off the boxers she was wearing. "you look so fucking hot in my clothes, you know that?" he whispered in her ear. his breath was warm on her neck. so was his hand. she moved his hand from the nape of her neck to the front of her throat, and squeezed gently, grinning slightly and biting her lip.

"oh she's got a kink?" he joked, pulling away from her neck. before he knew what was happening, she swept his legs out from beneath him, lading him where she had just been. she straddled him, her pussy throbbing as it came into contact with his hard length.

"don't we all?" she answered before she began sucking on his neck and moving her hips in circular motions. he grunted and grabbed her ass, squeezing with one hand, while the other firmly smacked the other side. he ran his hands up to her hips and began pushing her hips back and forth in a desperate search for some friction. she moaned and stopped in her tracks. finally he had had enough. he flipped her over so that she was now beneath him and he positioned himself at her entrance.

"are you one hundred percent sure about his emerson?" he asked one last time, just to be sure. she nodded. "Are you on birth control or do you want me to get a condom?"

"i'm on it, just please fuck me already."

"if it gets uncomfortable or you want to stop, you tell me, okay?"

"okay."