A/N So this is my first smut fic ever! Please be kind... It's written for Hailey9989, though kind of a year or so late.. Sorry about that:P
It was kind of fun to write a scene in a kind of strange place so if you have a prompt where they do it anywhere except for the bed, please tell me:D
Enjoy!
The Workout
It was 6 pm when the team arrived back from a case in Arizona. All of them were exhausted and wanted nothing more than to go home and sleep for the rest of their lives. However, they had too much paperwork to do that they couldn't just leave for tomorrow.
The latest case had dealt with a man who'd gone on a killing spree just because he couldn't get a real date. It had all ended well after five days of intense searching. The killer had been too smart to try and shoot himself out of it. Instead, they had made a quiet arrest on the 34 year old who still lived with his mother.
Spencer Reid was the first one to finish his report and gather his things to go home after leaving it in Hotch's office.
"I'll see you tomorrow," Reid mumbled and made his way out through the glass doors.
"Next time we should give him our reports too," Derek sighed.
"Eh, you can handle it," Emily said, looking up from her own report. "You're a big boy."
"Of course I am," he said, winking at Emily.
Emily huffed, knowing exactly what he meant.
"Not big enough," Emily said, teasingly, but at the same time trying to lead their banter in another direction. "I bet I could take you."
Derek chuckled. "You wish! All these workouts aren't for nothin'"
Emily shook her head, scribbling something down on her report. "Not enough, Derek Morgan, not enough."
"You wanna test that theory?" Derek asked, seriously.
"I kind of have a date with my bed. He's waiting for me," Emily said, tapping the pen on her desk.
"You just know you're gonna lose," Derek said and Emily narrowed her eyes. "So after we're done with our reports, let's head to the gym and I'll show you that no girl can take on Derek Morgan."
"I'd listen to him, Em," JJ chimed in.
The two other agents had almost forgotten that they weren't alone in the bullpen. Both of them turned to her, Derek with a proud smile on his face that only made Emily more determined.
"You're on!" she said, looking back down to her papers so she could finish it as quick as possible.
JJ chuckled, and slammed her report shut. "As fun as it sounds to see who's the stronger between you two, I have a family to go home to. See you in the morning."
With that, JJ turned in her paperwork before disappearing out the door.
That left only Derek and Emily in the bullpen, both putting all their focus back on their reports so they could finish as quick as possible.
Emily finished first and hurried up to Hotch's office. He accepted her report and wished her a nice evening. Nearly five minutes later, Derek tossed his in and the pair was ready to head to the gym.
They split up into the different dressing rooms where they took their gym clothes from their locker. Neither one of them could feel the fatigue burning through their body anymore. Right now they were only focused on not losing. They hated to lose, a fact that made this wrestling game a whole lot worse.
Derek was wearing tight biker shorts with a grey tank top while Emily was dressed in yoga pants and a matching black sports bra under a red tank top.
Emily narrowed her eyes at Derek as she walked up to him. The gym was empty this late in the evening, for which they were pretty grateful for.
"How do we do this?" Emily asked.
"You have to get the other one on their back for ten seconds to win."
Emily nodded shortly, turning around to pull her tank top over her head, exposing her flat stomach.
Derek looked her up and down, until Emily caught him staring.
"Now that's cheating," he said, a goofy grin spreading across his face.
"Just get on the mat," she said, rolling her eyes.
Derek stood on one side and Emily on the other, both ready to fight the other. They started walking in a circle, waiting for the other one to attack. Derek was the one who first grabbed a hold of Emily and tried to get her down on the floor, but Emily stood still like an iceberg, digging her feet into the mat so that Derek wouldn't succeed. At the same time Emily tried to bring him down too. It turned out Derek was right- all that working out wasn't for nothing.
Emily had always been attracted to Derek, who wasn't? But in this light... His strong arms around her waist, as well as his groans brought her to a whole other level. She gave up, letting him bring her to the floor, nailing her hands by her head and sitting on top of her.
Derek was surprised when Emily didn't try to get out from underneath him. Instead, she stared at him.
"Huh," was the only thing she said, her breathing ragged.
"What?" Derek asked with a grin.
"You really are big," she said, glancing down to his groin, which was pressed against her stomach.
Derek's face turned serious as he stared into her eyes. She bit her lip, something that had always driven him crazy and she knew that very well. Her chest was rising and sinking in a steady rhythm.
Before she knew what was happening Derek crashed his lips into hers, licking her lips as if asking for entrance. She greedily granted him that access and their tongues began to intertwine, dancing together in sync. Only when they were out of breath did they part, but seconds later their mouths were together again.
Emily could feel Derek's member harden against her stomach and it caused a tickling feeling to run through her own body down to her center.
Derek let go of Emily's hands and she gave him access to remove her sports bra. Driven by desire, they didn't think about where they were, they just needed each other.
Derek looked at her beautiful, full breasts approvingly before diving down again. He started kissing his way down Emily's neck. His hands were back to trapping hers as he flicked his tongue over one of her erect nipples. Emily moaned softly at the sensation, a sound that drove Derek even crazier. Derek sat up for a moment to pull his own shirt off, but quickly moved back down again to give Emily's nipples all the attention they needed.
Emily couldn't stand his teasing anymore. His tongue playing with her nipples got her to a whole other level and she just wanted him inside her. She needed him inside her. She clenched her thighs tight together, knowing she had to let him take his time, no matter how excruciating it was.
Derek soon left her breasts and slid down her body, putting his hands in the hem of her yoga pants, pulling them off slowly. Emily arched her back to make it easier for him and when he was done with her pants he pulled off his own, leaving both of them in only underwear.
Derek moved a finger up her thigh and over her fabric-covered clit, sending shivers up her body.
In agonizingly slow motion, he grabbed her panties and pulled them off completely, throwing them on top of her pile of clothes. Derek quickly got rid of his own underwear at the sight of Emily's glorious body and glistening folds. He wanted this as much as she did.
He got on top of her and put his leg between hers to spread them and give him more access. She could feel his length pressing against her thigh and when one of Derek's fingers started circling her clit, she moaned loudly.
"Fuck," she moaned, arching her back, begging for more.
Derek grinned and began kissing her passionately, while his hand continued to bring her closer to the edge. He dipped one finger into her slick folds, feeling how ready she was for him.
"God, you're beautiful," he breathed out between kisses.
His fingers stopped their movements and she felt him shift a little before the head of his cock was grazing over her entrance.
He stopped kissing her, watching her face when he entered her slowly, agonizingly. She bit her lip so as not to moan too loudly. Even though they were alone in the Gym, there were still people left in the building, some of whom could easily enter the room, but knowing that they could get caught made both even more excited.
Derek didn't wait long before he started to move in and out of Emily at a slower pace. Emily arched her back, hooking her feet behind him to bring him in deeper. He started to quicken his pace, going deeper with every thrust, hitting just the right spot.
Derek could feel Emily's walls clench around him and when she finally reached her climax, she bit down on his shoulder to keep from screaming out his name.
Derek wouldn't come yet, though. He was an experienced man and liked to make his woman come several times before he finally let go.
What he hadn't expected, though, was Emily's sudden move to flip them both around so that she was now sitting on top of him, sinking down on his length, letting him fill her in the most glorious way.
He put his hands on her hips and together they found the perfect rhythm, increasing it with each seconds until both were dangerously close to the edge.
Emily was just as beautiful on top of Derek as she had been under him. He'd lie if he said he didn't like a woman to take control. It was sexy. She was sexy.
When her walls started to clench again he knew she would drag him with her, but he wanted her to. Oh God, he wanted to empty himself inside her tightness.
Three more thrusts was all it took until she reached her climax again and he came too, as though it was a synchronized dance. Emily fell on top of him, exhausted.
"Wow, that was..." Derek whispered.
"Mmmhmmm..." Emily sighed contentedly.
"There are cameras here," Derek said with a chuckle. Emily lifted her head to look at him with wide eyes. "Don't worry, I'll have Garcia make it magically disappear. She'll understand."
Emily was satisfied with that answer, putting her head on his chest again. It was quiet in the gym, which they liked, but a giggle from Emily broke the silence.
"What?" Derek asked. Never before had a woman started laughing after a fuck.
"You've been down for ten seconds now, does that mean I win the second round?"
Morgan chuckled. "Oh, yes, you definitely won that one."
A/N I hope you liked this! Please leave a line or two:)