So on one of my Polls I asked what I should do, and the clear result is I start A series (even though it was for my rookie fanficideas, I kinda catches up on the idea to start one parraell to it and choose criminal minds, as if I can’t write on the one I can write for the other)
it’s probably just a mini series, since I am lazy, but there is a possibility that it’s going to be also a long one.anyway
It’s going to be in the criminal mind fandom: so Till now I would more say it’s going to be Reader (=yn) x Luke Alvez or Penelope Gracia (she is such a cool character) and yes I Worte homsexuell stories/ideas, simply because I am omni myself
Summary: A request for Derek x Reader! Your crush for Morgan comes to a head and you finally decide it's time to tell him how you feel.
Pairings: Derek Morgan x Reader
Warnings: Anxiety, fluffyyy
AN: Thanks for the request 💙 My inbox is open and any likes, reblogs, or comments are super appreciated.
"I just don't know" You mummbled, staring down into the deep red of your wine, catching a glimpse of the uncertain look on your face.
"What do you mean? Just, tell him. He likes you, too." Emily's voice broke the doubtful thoughts in your head with it's certainty.
"He likes every woman." You countered, trying to make youself sound playful but iyour voice came out pitiful.
"That may be, but as a fellow profiler, I think he seriously has feelings for you too. Since you came around he's been flirting less with Garcia from what I observe."
You sighed. She had a point, you'd thought you'd noticed the same thing but chalked it up to wishful thinking. "Maybe...but if it goes wrong I'm partially going to blame you." You both shared a chuckle, Wmily nodding in resignation.
"I think I'm fine with that."
You were a bundle of nerves, walking up the steps to Morgan's beautiful home he probably renovated his self. You deep some deep breathing exercises before knocking on the prestine door infront of you.
Today you were going to be hanging out with Morgan since he was feeling a little under the weather and you offered yourself up to take care of him, probably a little too quickly. Today was also the day you would hopefully get up the nerve to tell him how you feel.
You've had a crush on him for months now, but his flirty nature and model looks deterred you from ever even trying to hint at your crush. You were anxious about so many things, like would he even want a relationship, would he even like you, what if-
Your thoughts were cut off by the opening of the door and his wide grin that melted you to the floor.
"Y/N! If I didn't know any better I'd be thinking we were going on a date." He teased as he folded you into his arms for a hug that was gone too quick. "You're a little dressed up just to take care of a sick friend." His tone was curious but he didn't say it ask it like a question. You felt the need to explain yourself anyways while you both sat down on his couch.
"Oh, I-I was just in the mood." You fidgeted with your hands, shrugging. Another thing that worried you was that you and Morgan were polar opposites.
"I was just teasin' ya, kitten." He smiled again, patting your knee before leaning back into the cushions of his couch.
His nickname for you always made you blush, and so did his touch. Right now you felt like your face was on fire and you were doing your best to smile and go with the flow of his flirting and teasing but you just couldn't.
"I might be sick, but I know somethings up. What's going on in your head, kitten?" He was suddenly sitting up, his eyebrows furrowed in concern as he stared at you. His hand was on your knee again and you just wanted to disappear or melt.
"I-I...promise you won't laugh at me?" You kept your eyes in your lap.
"Wouldn't dream of it, Y/N, now please tell me." His voice was soft and sincere, making you want to groan, tuck tail and run.
But you wouldn't.
"Morgan, I...really like you. Like, I have a huge crush on you. I don't know if you're into relationships or if you're even looking for one, but if...if you are and you p-possibly like me, I would...would really like to-" You were cut off by the pressure of his lips pressing to your cheek in a soft peck as he pulled you into his body.
"You're so damn cute when you're flustered, how can I say no?" His voice vibrated his chest now that you were resting against it, his strong arms wrapped around you. His scent was so comforting, as was the warm tone of his voice.
You closed your eyes, humming happily. "You're serious?" You tilted your head to look up at him.
"I'd seal it with a kiss, but I don't want to get you sick." His killer smile turned into a grin before you leaned up, pressing your lips to yours as you daydreamed of doing for so long now.
"I'll take that chance" You murmurred against his lips.
Rating: Erm, R I guess because if you squint there’s a bit of Smut.
Words: 1800+
Pairing: Derek x Reader
Request: can you make a drabble where morgan and the reader are dating and he gets jealous for some guy and he punches the wall? it may sounds weird but i’ll find that hot in derek, maybe it could be some smut at the end tho, thank you! xx [I really tried to write the smut but I’m soooo horrible at it. I hope this is okay. I’m sorry if it’s not. Forgive me.]
"I can't believe you've finally agreed to come out with us tonight, [Y/N]!"
You smile at Garcia as she sets some sort of fancy cocktail in front of you. "Thanks for the drink, Penny." You glance up when you feel a hand caress your thigh and send a small, secret smile towards Derek Morgan who is sitting beside you.
Your hands are linked in your lap under the table so you unlink them and rest one on top of Derek's. You flush slightly when he turns his hand over and links your hands together, causing you to gasp quietly when he softly runs a thumb over your palm.
Derek and you have been dating for about two months and neither of you have came out and admitted it to the rest of the team. You think you've both haven't said anything because you're content about not having to answer questions and for people to worry that you or Derek can't focus on your jobs emotionally.
"So, are the two of you finally going to tell the rest of the team?" Garcia asks quietly which causes you to gasp softly and Derek to chuckle as he tightens his grip on your hand.
"Wha-what do you mean?" You ask, stuttering a bit because you're terrified of what the others are going to say.
Garcia rolls her eyes and sends you a pointed look. "We're profilers [Y/N]! Did you two really think we'd not figure it out?" She chuckles when both you and Derek send her a sheepish smile. "There's actually a bet going around about when the two of you are finally going to fess up." She grins and crosses her arms. "The sooner the better because I have $40 riding on you guys confessing by tomorrow."
You quirk a brow and start laughing like crazy, causing your best friend to send you an unsure smirk. "Just for telling us that, we're going to wait." You giggle which causes Garcia to jab you in the ribs with her elbow. "Sorry, Penny but you should know better then to bet against your friends." You stand up and hug her tightly, then tip back the glass holding the drink you've been nursing for the past little while. "I'm going to go get another one of these." You smile over your shoulder at Derek before walking towards the bar.
After waiting a few minutes for the bartender you notice someone who looks familiar. You squeal happily when you see your cousins husband, Kevin. "Kevin?!" You yell happily and grin when he turns to face you, a huge smile appearing on his face. "How are you? Has the baby been born yet?"
"[Y/N]! Oh my God! It's been months!" Before you can say anything, Kevin has you wrapped up in his arms and is placing at kiss on your forehead. You chuckle and push him away before ordering your drink. He watches you with his beer in hand as you reach out and pay for your drink and grab it off the bar. "The baby's due any day now..." Kevin murmurs and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.
You and Kevin have always been close ever since he married your cousin, three years ago. You love him like the older brother you've always wanted, and you feel slightly guilty that in the past year since you've been working for the FBI, you fell out of contact with him.
"I've missed you, Kev." You coo to him and chuckle when he wraps an arm around your shoulder. "Promise me that you'll call when the baby is born?"
"I promise!" He grins for a moment before a concerned look enters his eyes. "So who are you here with, [Y/N]?"
You grin because you know he's going to start playing the 'big brother' card and act all protective. "I'm actually here with my boyfriend, Derek." You glance up when you hear someone clear their throat in your ear, turning so you can meet their eyes. You see Derek and quirk a brow when you see the anger shining brightly in his brown orbs. "Speaking of my boyfriend. Kevin, this is Derek Morgan...the love of my life and fellow member of the BAU."
"Nice to meet you Derek." Kevin smiles at Derek who just grabs your hand and practically pulls you away from your cousins husband. He bites back a smirk which causes you to arch a brow as you're tugged away before you can introduce Kevin to Derek properly.
You wave over your shoulder and try to struggle against Derek's hold on your hand. Once you're outside, you cross your arms over your chest and send a glare at the man you love. "What in the Hell was that about?"
"Just get in the car [Y/N]...we're going back to my place. We need to talk." He all but growls out.
You just huff out an annoyed breath and slip into the car, slamming the door once your in. You can't help the pleased feeling you get when Derek winces slightly at the sound the door makes as it slams shut. You slouch down in the seat and cross your arms, ignoring the glances Derek is shooting you in the mirror.
The ten minute drive to Derek's place is filled with complete silence, and you're fuming. When you arrive, you slam out of the car and make your way towards the front of his building, waiting for him to catch up to you. When he lets you into the building and the two of you make your way to his apartment, as soon as you enter and slams the door closed behind you.
"Derek?" You ask and wince when a hole suddenly appears in the wall next to you, causing you to gasp. You roll your eyes when you see that he's punched a hole in the wall and sigh. "Really, Derek? Jealous much?" You growl out and give the man you love a small shove.
"Who was he?" Derek demands and places his hands on either side of you, caging you against the wall.
"My cousins husband!" You snarl out, hating the jealousy you see glowing in Derek's dark eyes.
"You're mine!" He growls and before you can say anything he's kissing you hard and fast and deep. He bites your lip hard, causing you to whimper out in pain and pleasure, due to the excitement that is now coarsing through you. "Say it, [Y/N]...say that you're mine..."
You kiss Derek back hungerily and wrap your arms around his neck as his hands slip down your sides to rest on your hips. "I'm yours, Derek!" You moan as his hands slip under your shirt and over your breast, causing you to inhale sharply at the pleasure.
You can't help the small squeal you let out when Derek slips his hands to behind your thighs and picks you up. As he lifts you, your legs automatically lock around his waist, causing him to moan.
As you slide your hands down Derek's chest, he carries you into his room, kicking the door shut behind him. He tosses you on the bed roughly, and removes his shirt before climbing over you and straddling your hips.
You whimper softly when he grabs your hands that are now wandering over his chest and pins them above your head with one hand. "I'm not jealous..." Derek murmurs in your ear softly before nipping the lobe between his teeth.
He looks down at you with a wicked grin as you wiggle underneath him, trying to make some sort of contact with his lower body. You attempt to get loose from his grip but he's too strong, so you lean up and press your lips to his in a firm kiss, biting roughly. "You're so jealous!" You mutter into his ear, knowing that he has calmed down.
"Am not..." Derek grins down at you as he finally lets your hands go and you place them on his shoulders. "I'm sorry, [Y/N]. I guess I got a little crazy when I seen you talking to that guy..."
"Derek, I want you to listen to me." You push him back a bit so you can sit up and lock your [Y/E/C] on his. You place your hands on his cheeks and kiss his lips gently. "Listen carefully, okay?" He nods his head a places his hands over yours on his cheeks. "You're the man I love, Derek Morgan. You're the only man I want and I hope you can see that."
"I love you, [Y/N]..." Derek leans in and kisses you gently as he wraps his arms around you. "I really am sorry..."
"You're fine, but I think we should set up a time so I can introduce you to both Kevin and my cousin...plus they have a baby on the way." You smile and chuckle when Derek quirks a brow. "Don't worry, I'm not thinking about babies." You giggle when he tickles your sides.
"I didn't mean to be so rough with you when we got back here..." You shake your head when Derek sends you a sheepish smile and you see the guilt filling his eyes.
"Can I be completely honest with you, Derek?" You bite his lip and cause him to gasp as you slip your hands down his back. "I enjoyed the rough part of you...and guess what?"
He slips his hands into your hair, tugging it a bit so he can nip at your neck. "What?"
"I'm not made of glass..." You whisper and pull him in for a deep kiss.
Derek chuckles and tugs the rest of your clothes off along with his own. "I'm glad you cleared that up, Baby Cakes." He grabs your hands and holds them above your head as he slips into you hard and fast.
After the both of you are spent, you grin at him as you gently run your finger over his chest. "I love you..." You whisper and lay your head over where his heart is thumping and sigh contently.
"Love you too Baby." He wraps his arms around you and tugs you even closer to his side. "Think we should finally confess to the team tomorrow and let Penelope win the bet?"
You shake your head and chuckle softly. "Nope, Penny needs to learn not to bet against us...also, I'm curious to see if Hotch is in on this bet."
Derek laughs and kisses the top of your head. "We'll talk to Spence tomorrow...you know that he kind of sucks at keeping bets to himself. We could call him now..."
You look up at Derek and yawn. "Less talkie more sleepie..." You murmur causing him to laugh and kiss you softly. "'Night Derek..."
Okay, this is open for a part 2. Anyone want that since I’ve kind of left it open for there to be a second part. I’m just a little nervous about writing Smut...I’ll do it but just...It’ll probably suck really bad. There’s some mild cursing in this. Um...that’s about it.
Title: Good Times
Words: 1541
Pairing: MorganxReader
Warnings: None
Good Times
"Hey, [Y/N]? Are you busy?"
I glance up and send a small smile to the dark skinned man who is standing in front of me, wearing a cocky smirk on his sexy lips.
'Okay [Y/L/N], FOCUS!'
I mentally scold myself and sigh softly. "What's up Derek?" I ask and send a wave to JJ and Spencer who are walking out of the bullpen together. I stretch a bit to relieve my aching back and quirk a brow when I see Derek staring at me. "Earth to Morgan..." I wave a hand in front of his face and chuckle when shakes his head as if clearing his thoughts. "I think someone's been drinking to much coffee again." I murmur affectionately and pat his cheek.
"Sorry, [Y/N]." He sends me a cheeky smile and grabs my hand as I poke him in the forhead playfully. "So, are you busy this weekend?"
I quirk a brow and lock my [Y/E/C] eyes on his gorgeous brown ones. "I don't think so...why?”
"Well, I just got an invitation to my cousins wedding for this coming Saturday and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me?" I watch as Derek fidgets with the amethyst paperweight on my desk.
'Saturday? That's the day after tomorrow!'
My heart rate increases as fear and excitement fills me because I have nothing to wear and the fact that Derek freaking Morgan is asking me to be his date. "Why are you waiting until the last minute to RSVP?" I ask as I cross my arms over my chest.
"I...um...just opened the invitation today." He sends me a sheepish smirk as I roll my eyes and stand up from my desk.
"Really, Morgan?" I grab the stack of files that I've just finished up and shove them into Derek's hands. "Can you bring those to Hotch's office for me?" I watch him nod and jog up the stairs to our boss's office. For the few moments Derek is gone, I place my hand on my forehead to rub away the headache forming behind my eyes.
"Headache?" Derek's voice asks from behind me, causing me to spin around and come face to face with him. He grins when I take a quick step backwards, bumping into my office chair. "So will you please come with me?"
"Okay..." I whisper and blush when he wraps me in a hug, kissing my cheek quickly.
"I'll pick you up at four on Saturday!" I nod and watch as the man of my dreams rushes out of the bullpen.
"So...you're finally going on a date with Derek huh?"
"It's not a date, Penny." I murmur and glance up at the BAU's computer genius. "He needs someone to go with him and I agreed." I start tidying up my desk as Penelope stands in front of it with her hands on her hips.
"Like Hell it isn't a date [Y/N]!" Garcia grabs my shoulders and gives me a small shake. "We're going shopping for a dress. I'm not taking no as an answer." I just quirk a brow when she grabs my arm and tugs me out of the bullpen, hardly giving me time to grab my go-bag. "I know that internally, you're having a party!" She gives me a sly grin and meets my eyes.
"Garcia, you can really be a pain in my ass..." I grumble at her as she practically drags me all the way to my car.
'This is going to be a long evening...' I think to myself and groan inwardly.
-x-
"Okay [Y/L/N], you can do this." I mumble to myself as I pace back and forth in my small apartment sized kitchen, waiting for Derek to knock on the door. "I can do this..." I whisper softly and gasp when there's pounding on the door. "I can do this..." I whisper again as I open the door and see Derek standing there in his tux and tie. "You clean up nice, Gorgeous." I send him a small smile and step back so he can enter my apartment.
"Thanks, [Y/N]." He grins and finally takes in my appearance, his smile widening. "You clean up pretty nice too, Baby Cakes."
I blush and bite my lip nervously as I glance down at the light purple sundress I'm wearing with a pair of matching shoes. My [H/L], [H/C] hair is pulled back by a few clips except for a few wisps that have escaped and are framing my face. "Thank you, Derek..."
"[Y/N]?"
"Hmm?"
"Relax, okay?" Derek leans in after we step out of my apartment and kisses my cheek. "You look beautiful..." He whispers and takes my hand after I lock my door.
"I don't mean to be so tense..." I start to explain but am cut off when he kisses my hand and opens the door to his car. "I'm...babbling aren't I?" I ask nervously as he laughs and closes my car door, rushing around to enter the drivers side. Derek flashes me a smile as he takes a hold of my hand again, squeezing it for a moment before letting go.
"It's cute when you babble."
I huff and send him a small smirk as he starts the car, driving towards where I assume the wedding is. "Are you close to your cousin?" I ask, attempting to start a conversation.
"Huh?"
I chuckle when Derek meets my eyes in the rear view mirror and shake my head. "And Penelope says I'm easily distracted..." I murmur to him playfully as I poke him in the ribs. "The cousin of yours that is getting married...are you two close?" I ask again, still grinning at him foolishly.
"Yeah, we're kind of close...I guess." I arch a brow because it's not very often a person sees Derek Morgan nervous.
I link my hands together as I stare at the side of Derek's face while he drives up to a small church. I smile softly when I see all the cars parked in the parking lot and in front of the small building. "What a cute church..." I murmur which causes Derek to smile and grab my hand.
"Ready?" He asks softly which causes me to arch a brow again because it seems more like he's more asking himself instead of me.
"Yes..." I take a deep breath and exit the car as Derek rushes around to take my hand in his big one as we step towards the older woman standing outside the church. "Auntie, this is [Y/F/N] [Y/L/N]. She is also a member of the BAU."
"My word, Derek! She's even more beautiful then you said she is..."
I can't hold back the small chuckle that I let out when I watch as Derek flushes and pulls me into the church. "I'll talk to you later, Auntie." He tells his Aunt over his shoulder.
"So you've told your Auntie that I'm beautiful, huh?" I tease a bit and elbow him gently in the side. I grin up at him when we reach what I assume are our seats, but as I go to sit down, he stops me and locks his brown eyes on mine. "Derek?"
"You are beautiful, [Y/N]." He whispers and before I can say anything back he places his hands on my cheeks and presses his lips to mine in a gently kiss. "I really like you...and I've been trying to tell you for awhile but it's hard to get to talk to you alone in the office." Derek babbles which causes me to reach out and place a hand on his cheek.
"Derek...I like you too..." I blush a bit when he smiles and kisses me again. "I never thought you'd...like me because you have to admit...I'm sort of dorky and not exactly like the girls you have trailing behind you." I murmur which causes the dark skinned man to hug me tightly.
"I like you because you're nothing like those girls, [Y/N]." He whispers and kisses me again quickly before we sit down in our seats. "I gotta admit though, you should really start wearing skirts more on the job..."
"Let me think about it..." I send him a sweet smile as I cuff him in the back of the head. "...nope."
"Okay, just a suggestion." He chuckles and presses a kiss to the side of my head as the music starts. "So what are your plans for later this evening?" Derek whispers in my ear, causing me to shiver slightly.
I just send him a smile and shrug my shoulders. "Depends on what you're doing, Gorgeous."
He laughs causing the people around us to shush us and sends them a sheepish smile. "Netflix and chill?"
I chuckle quietly and shake my head. "How about Netflix and I'll think about it?" I kiss him and poke him in the side. "Now pay attention to the wedding or your Auntie is going to come over here and beat you with that big ol' purse of hers." I wrap my fingers with Dereks as he rest his hand on my thigh, sighing contently and laying my head on his shoulder.
Okay, this is my first ever Request. I’m sorry it’s so short and crappy Anon. I’m still sort of getting used to writing like this and stuff so please forgive me. I do not own Criminal Minds or the characters nor do I own the song Shut Up and Dance.
Title: Wait, What?
Words: 1819
Pairing: MorganxReader
Warnings: None
"You're still here, [Y/N]?"
You glance up quickly from the small stack of paper work you're stuck doing and smile sheepishly at Hotch. "Yeah, I'm still here. Spence and I kind of had a bet going on in the plane. I lost so I got stuck with half of his paper work."
"Let me guess, he beat you at Poker?" Hotch watches me nod and chuckles as he grabs a couple of files from the corner of JJ's desk. "You've been with the BAU for eight months [Y/N], and you still haven't learned not to bet against Reid?"
"Are you laughing at me, Boss?" You ask with a smirk when you see Hotch trying to hold back a laugh. "Don't tell me you've never wanted to beat Spencer at one game of Poker...just once? I mean come on Hotch! No one can win that often without cheating!" You exclaim and throw your hands up in frustration. "I think Spence is just hoarding a bunch of horse shoes up his butt..." You grumble and huff in annoyance, glancing down at the stack of papers with a glare.
"The kids just that good." Hotch chuckles and heads towards the hall leading out of the bullpen. "Don't stay too late, [Y/N] it's been a rough day, and I know this case hit pretty close to home for you."
You send Hotch a small smile and wave your hand at him. "Go home, Boss. I'm just fine and dandy. This shouldn't take me too long." You watch as Hotch nods and walks out, leaving you alone. You sigh and slip your hands into your [H/L], [H/C] hair, tugging it out of it's confining clips. You're lucky that you've learned to mask your features better these days. If not, Hotch and the others would surely know that you're on edge at the moment.
Hotchner is right that this case was especially hard for you, since the UNSUB was murdering women the same way your sister was killed five years ago. Your sister was twenty-five when she was raped, killed and buried in the middle of the woods. The man who killed [Y/S/N] was captured by the BAU roughly three days after she was found.
The UNSUB you and your fellow Agents caught this time, managed to kill six young women and almost managed to kill another but Derek Morgan managed to talk him down and get him to release the woman he had. She suffered a few broken ribs and cuts, but she's otherwise okay. At least physically she'll be okay, her mentality, you're not sure about.
Derek Morgan, you can't help the small smile that graces your lips when you think of the dark skinned, gorgeous man who is an endless flirt. You consider him one of your closest friends, next to Gracia because he always seems to have your back when you're out on cases.
You glance down at the small pile of paper work again and groan in frustration, hating the fact that you were stupid enough to bet against Spencer, again. "God!" You yell and lean back in your office chair, spinning around for a few minutes. "Coffee and comfy clothes would be good..." You mumble to yourself and stand up, stretching your arms over your head.
You grab your go bag and walk towards the locker room, deciding to change into the comfy clothes you always have with you since sometimes you don't manage to make it home, crashing either at Garcia's or Emily's. As you walk by the lounge, you decide to start a pot of coffee before you go change.
After setting the coffee to brew, you finally head to the locker room and toss your go back on the bench so you can ruffle through it, looking for the clothes you want to change into. You grin and glance around the locker room, making sure that you're alone.
You don't know why you're in a silly mood all of a sudden, but you have the sudden urge to dance so you turn your phone's playlist on. The song you play is called Shut Up and Dance by Walk The Moon. You let out a happy squeal and start dancing around the locker room, singing along at the top of your lungs.
"We were victims of the night. The chemical, physical, kryptonite. Helpless to the bass and the fading light. Oh, we were bound to get together. Bound to get together."
You tug your button up blouse over your head as you continue dancing, not realizing that Derek has entered the room, forgetting some thing or another in his locker. He watches as you dance around in just your jeans and bra while you sing, and he can't keep the grin from forming on his lips or the lust that he feels building up as he stares.
"Oh, don't you dare look back. Just keep your eyes on me. I said 'You're holding back'. She said 'shut up and dance with me!' This woman is my destiny. She said 'Ooh-ooh-hoo. Shut up and dance with me!'"
You, completely oblivious to Derek still continue singing as you tug on a pink tank top, layering it with a baggy beige sweater. As you unbuckle and unzip your jeans you hear a noise and gasp, looking around the locker room nervously. "Hello?" You call out, shaking your head and strugging your shoulders when no body answers. "You're hearing things, [Y/L/N]. Pull it together." You scold yourself and tug off your jeans quickly, grabbing the black pair of sweats from your bag. You pull them on and stuff your other clothes into the bag quickly, smelling the coffee that is freshly brewed. "Okay, coffee...files."
You stretch your arms over your head as you walk into the lounge to grab your coffee. After grabbing your coffee you make your way back to the bullpen to tuck into you paper work again, feeling more relaxed.
After a little over an hour, you finish the paper work and decided to head back to your apartment. You're exhausted and you're starting to feel giddy for the three cups of coffee you've drank so you grab you bag and coat, leaving the stack of paper on your desk to be dealt with in the morning.
After you get home you don't even make it to your bedroom as the exhaustion takes over you, so you fall on the couch and let sleep take you over.
-x-
You rush up the steps of the BAU's jet and glare at Spence who sends you a bemused smirk. "Not....A....Word...." You growl out as you sit down across from the now grinning man."Someone's crabby today."
"Seriously Spencer, next time I bet against you, shoot me with my own gun." You mumble and lean back in the seat, sighing contently when Morgan sets a cup of coffee down in front of you. "You're my hero, Derek!" You kiss the dark skinned mans cheek when he sends you a knowing smile.
"When did you finally leave the bullpen last night, [Y/N]?" Derek asks softly as he drops down in the seat beside you.
You quirk a brow and tilt your head to the side as the plane starts taking off. You grip your arm rests tightly, still not over your fear of flying. "How did you know I stayed at the office last night?"
"Hotch mentioned it to us before you got here." He places his hand on yours which is still gripping the arm rest. Derek starts humming as he rubs his thumb over the back of your hand.
After about thirty seconds of him humming you gasp when you realize what song he's humming too. You send him a mild glare and unbuckle your seat belt. "Morgan...can I talk to you in private for a moment?" You all but growl out as you walk towards the back of the plane.
You don't notice the eyes of the others following you and Derek, or the knowing smirks on their faces.
"How much did you see?!" You whisper angerily, crossing your arms over your chest.
"I seen you dancing around in you jeans and bra." Morgan smiles a bit, and you catch a flash in his eyes that you can't quite place. "You're beautiful, [Y/N] and I left after a momen-"
"Wait, what? Did...you just say I was beautiful?" You blush and look down at your feet, feeling your cheeks heat up.
"Yes I did...I've been drawn to you since the first day you were here." Derek reaches out and places a hand under your chin, forcing you to look up into his gorgeous brown eyes. "You're gorgeous, but last night [Y/N] you were shining." He strokes his thumb over your lips as he leans in closer to you. "You should let yourself relax like that more often."
"Morga-"
Before you can finish saying his name, his lips are pressed to yours and his hands slide down to rest on your hips. "[Y/N], when we're done this case, come to dinner with me?"
You nod, and send Derek a smile as he presses another soft kiss to your lips. You blush slightly when you realize that the others could probably see the two of you kissing so you slip your hand nervously through you hair and chuckle. "We...should probably go sit back down."
Derek weaves his fingers between yours as you both walk back to your seats, sitting down side by side. Morgan notices Spencer grinning like a fool. "Why are you grinning like the cat who ate a canary?"
Spencer laughs and points at Hotch and Rossi who are glaring at him. "They just lost a bet against me. They both bet that Morgan wouldn't confess his feelings...so both of them have to split my paperwork when we're back."
"Really Boss?" You send Hotch an amused smirk when he just huffs in annoyance and glances at Rossi who just smiles sheepishly. "After telling me not to bet against him?"
"Shut...Up....[Y/N]..." Hotch growls out and sends a pointed look at Derek who starts chuckling."I'm sorry, Hotch but there's no way I'm letting this one go."
"[Y/N], best not to agitate the boss, Baby Cakes. Razz him about it when we get back home." Derek murmurs in your ear as he wraps an arm around your shoulders. "You've had a late night, get some sleep."
"Fine, but when we're back home Boss, you're getting all the snark!" You grin when Spencer chuckles and starts dealing out the cards for a hand of Poker with Derek. "Don't bet against Spencer, Derek...he's got horse shoes up his butt..." You mumble as you rest your head against Morgan's shoulder, being lured to sleep by the soft voices of the people you consider your 'Work' family.
