Criminal Minds Imagines

work hard, play harder pt 2 - derek morgan

TW: mentions of shooting/getting shot, please don't read if this is a trigger for you🤍

"We gotta go back out there, babygirl," Morgan panted against the tender skin of your neck.

You were down the hall from the bullpen in an empty office, the result of Morgan relentlessly teasing you throughout the day.

You tilted your head further to the side and tightened your grip on his shirt, "Nooooooo."

He chuckled deeply, and you felt the vibration of it against your skin, "Don't want the team getting suspicious, do we?"

"This is all your fault," you pouted, shoving him lightly, "You and all your teasing."

He leaned in and gave you a deep kiss before tapping your butt, signaling you to hop off the desk, "You know you love it."

You stuck your tongue out at him as you fixed your skirt and smoothed your blouse, following him out of the dark, vacant room. You quickly made your way to the break room for coffee. Derek waited by the bathrooms for a minute before following.

Prentiss was about to ask where the two of you had run off to when Hotch called everyone together for round table.

You had a case.

A couple hours later, you landed in Minnesota. You were freezing, having only worn a tee shirt and jeans, the rest of your warm clothes in your bag. Standing at the airport waiting for the SUV's to pull around, you shivered.

Morgan, who had subconsciously developed a habit of standing close to you at all times, noticed. You could've grabbed a jacket out of your bag, but you knew the cars wouldn't take too long to arrive. Morgan wasn't having it.

You didn't even realize he had moved closer to you until you felt at relieving warmth draped over your skin. It was his black puffer jacket.

You gave him a bright, appreciative smile, resisting the urge to peck his full lips in front of the others, "Thank you."

You set your bag down and pulled the sleeves over your arms. You had to roll them slightly back over your hands because they were too long, but you didn't mind. It was shelter from the cold and smelled distinctly of your favorite man in the world.

The SUVs were pulled around and you hopped in the back, Prentiss joining you. Morgan took the front seat, and Hotch drove.

"Cute jacket," Prentiss gave you a knowing smile, "Where'd you get it?"

You rolled your eyes, "You know Morgan, always saving the day."

Morgan flashed you a smirk in the rearview mirror. You were silently wondering how much longer the two of you could pretend to be just friends.

It was the little things like that throughout the week that made the team start to catch on. Usually you tried to be more covert, but both of your patience in keeping the secret was wearing thin.

Some of the things were noticeable but less questionable . Like how Morgan would always sit next to you, if possible, no matter where you were. Or whenever you left to get coffee, you would always singularly ask Morgan if he needed a refill.

The things the team really picked up on, however, had less plausible excuse behind them. Like how you both always disappeared for a moment before everyone split off for bed at the hotel (thinking you were sneaky in pulling off a goodnight kiss away from prying eyes). Or how, on one particular occasion, Morgan leaned over your shoulder to look at a piece of evidence you were examining and you turned almost kissing him before realizing where you were.