L A Y L A ' S P O V

There are worse ways to wake up than with Derek's head buried between my thighs. In fact, if I'm woke up any other way in the future I will not react kindly.

I haven't opened my eyes yet but I can feel him down there, lazily planting kisses on my inner thighs, his hot breath fanning across my skin.

After our shower activities last night, we fell exhausted into bed but not for long because Derek woke me up at one a.m for round two. He was sleepily kissing my neck, whispering in my ear how he needed me again and before I knew it, he was in me and I was seeing stars. Another quick nap later, we had a repeat at three a.m. And five a.m.

Morning light is seeping through the curtains now but I don't even know what time it is.. except for the fact that it's time for round.. five?

If his stupid dick didn't feel so incredible, I would be pissed that he's severely tampering with my sleep schedule. But no complaints here because even though our whole night was spent in micro naps, those naps were worth it because freshly fucked sleep hits different.

Derek's stubble is gently scraping my inner thighs and I can tell he's getting impatient waiting for me to wake up. He's made it more than clear to me that he loves eating me out for his pleasure but he always waits for consent before he starts.

So I pull the covers off to see him between my legs, his lips sucking on my skin. "Don't give me hickeys," I say, propping myself up on my elbows. "Someone might see."

Derek's eyes darken and he nips the inside of my leg. "If anyone else is seeing this far up on your thighs then we're going to have a bigger problem."

I want to hear him say it. "Why?"

Derek bites the apex of my thigh again, smoothing his tongue over the sting. "Because you're mine."

I can't help the satisfied smile that crosses my lips. I came here two months ago, ready to be single for a while and not date anyone.. and now I'm quite literally obsessed with this man. Great going, Layla.

"Less talking," I smirk, letting my head sink back into the pillow. "Make me come."

"So demanding," He tuts, pressing a soft kiss to my clit. He slides a finger up and down my slick folds, sending automatic pleasure through my body. "You're so wet for me."

Before I even get a chance to respond, the words are ripped from my throat and come out as a moan when Derek finally dips his head and circles his tongue around my clit. While his hands hold my thighs apart, he slips his tongue out to tease me, licking a tantalizing path through my folds.

With his eyes closed, he repeats the process, groaning at the taste like I'm the best thing he's ever tasted and.. he's told me many times that I am. His middle and ring finger soon join in, lightly circling my entrance as I start to pant, my hips shifting to create additional friction.

I don't know how, but it honestly feels like Derek knows my body better than his own. He doesn't need any instruction, he knows exactly how I like it and what makes my eyes roll back and back arch.

He knows just when to curl his fingers inside me, when to snake his hands up my body and squeeze and roll my nipples between his fingers and when to reach up and have his palm splayed flat across my lower stomach to put gentle pressure because that pushes me over the edge.

"Oh god," I breathe out, my legs tightening around his head. "Derek.."

As he continues to pump his fingers and sucks my clit past his lips, my legs began to shake. The knot in my stomach is about to unwind and I'm about to completely lose control.

Derek curls his fingers inside of me, beckoning me. "Come for me, pretty girl."

His words are the last thing to push me over the edge. Waves of pleasure pulse through my body as I come undone all over his tongue and fingers, letting out a series of whimpers while I grind my hips into his face to ride out my orgasm.

Derek kisses a path of soft, slow kisses over my hips, up my stomach and across my chest while I melt into the mattress, letting the post orgasm bliss wash over my body.

"You look ruined," He say teasingly, moving down as he balances himself on his arms, pressing a sloppy kiss to my lips.

"Because of you," I murmur, tasting myself on his lips. I stretch my legs wider so he can settle himself between them comfortably.

It should be illegal to look as good as Derek does in the morning. My hands travel over his broad shoulders, down the ridges of his abs before I wrap my hand around his hard cock that's now nudging between my thighs.

The positive part of sleeping naked means it avoids the fumble of clothes. Although Derek made it a rule that we can never wear clothes in bed, but I think he has bad intentions with that one.

When my thumb circles around the tip of his dick, spreading the precum around while I give him a harsh squeeze, Derek shudders and moans, tucking his head into my neck.

"Nothing feels as good as anything you do to me," He breathes into the shell of my ear, sending pleasant shivers down my spine.

With a little giggle and a knowing smirk, I pull him by the back of his neck and kiss the corner of his lips. "Is that why you woke me up three times during the night?"

Derek barely nods his head, his eyes fluttering shut in pleasure as I stroke him. "How do you expect me to sleep when your naked body is pressed up against me?"

I look down between us when I slow my hand, pumping him at an almost torturous pace. I lift my eyes again to watch Derek's face contort in need when he whines quietly, thrusting into my palm.

The ache between my legs is most definitely back now and I can't wait any longer. I push against his chest. "Condom."

Derek quickly reaches for the box of condoms on the nightstand and I watch as he rolls it onto himself. If we're going to be going through a box of condoms a night, I really need to get on birth control. His bank account will thank me later. Pretty sure he wouldn't protest to no condoms either.

Derek rolls me onto my side and he slides in onto the mattress, spooning me tightly from behind. I watch as his hand snakes down my body, his fingers kneading at the flesh of my thighs, winking when he catches my stare. He hikes my leg up and locks it back around his hip so I'm open and ready for him.

I moan, threading my fingers through his as he slides his dick through my folds at a torturous pace, never pushing inside of me. I softly whine as he teasingly taps the head of his cock to my sensitive clit a couple of times.

"Derek.." I say, his name falling from my lips like a broken sob. "Please.."

Derek takes our intertwined hands and guides them down to where we meet. He nips at my bare shoulder, eliciting a low hum from me. "I want you to put it in."

I don't hesitate, wrapping my hand around his dick when I direct it to my entrance. We both gasp in pleasure when the head sinks in, the stretch I'm now all too familiar with. As he continues to fill me, I adjust to his size much quicker each time. When he's buried to the hilt, I'm completely full, perfectly full.

I'm reduced to a mess of incoherent praises and moans that range between sobs to whines as Derek starts to thrust into me, exactly how I like it.

Derek kisses my neck, tongue lapping my skin. I nod frantically, feeling his teeth brushing against my shoulder blade. The soft kisses he's scattering all over me contrast the rough thrusts that my hips push back against to meet his halfway.

Even though there's no space between us, I can't help but want him closer. My hands clasp behind the back of his neck, until our cheeks are flush against one another. Heat spreads throughout my body at the heavy pants and deep moans that come out of his throat.

I feel myself tethering on the edge already so my trembling fingers slide down, finding my clit. I rub quick circles, climbing higher and higher with each thrust.

Derek's eyes follow my hand down and he chuckles darkly at my own neediness taking over. "Already, baby?"

"Shut up," I moan breathlessly, not caring how close I am to finishing already. My eyes are screwed tightly shut and Derek's arm drapes over my body to hold my back tightly against his chest while he pounds me. "Don't stop. Please.."

Derek's teasing doesn't last long before his lips are on my neck and he's palming my breasts, squeezing and rolling my nipples between his fingers to help me over the edge.

I shudder and shake around him as my orgasm washes over me, pulsing through my veins. Derek's hand trails down and grips my hips, slowing his thrusts while I flutter around him.

"One more," Derek whispers as he begins to pick up his brutal pace again. "I need one more."

I can barely focus enough to do anything but moan at the feeling of him winding and rolling his hips for my pleasure as he thrusts in and out of me.

His hands are travelling all over my body. A hand snakes up, skimming over my breast until it wraps around my throat. Derek lifts his head from my shoulder, gauging my reaction. I try my best to nod, but there's no mistaking the fact that my eyes are glassy with lust, mimicking his.

Derek's eyes roll back at the confirmation that I like that and his forehead drops to my shoulder and his dick twitches inside of me. "Fuck, Layla.."

Derek's thumb slides down my body and meets my clit, drawing fast circles that make my toes curl and my mind melt into a puddle. His grip on my neck tugs me forward slightly so our lips connect in a heated kiss, swallowing each other's moans while Derek's thrusts get sloppier, our skin slapping together.

I can't even kiss him back at this point, his cock brushing against the point inside of me that makes me want to scream his name. Our lips are sliding against each other's, our eyes locked. "I'm so close," I warn, feeling myself tethering on the edge once again. "Come with me."

"Okay," Derek says breathlessly, resting his forehead against mine when his hips falter. "Kiss me again."

I respond immediately to his plea and press my mouth against his in a searing kiss, parting my lips and his tongue tangles with mine. We both feed into each other's pleasure, sharing breaths as soft moans pass through our lips and seconds later we both fall apart.

Derek twitches inside of me while my body pulses in ecstasy, his hips still rocking gently in and out while I come with a cry. He tucks his head back into my neck, groaning into my skin as I squeeze around him and he finally stills.

We stay like that for a while, laying here relishing in the post orgasm bliss and letting our clouded minds clear. But after spending probably another ten minutes kissing, Derek eventually rolls off me to dispose of the condom in the bathroom.

On shaky legs, I get off the bed and walk over to my closet, rooting through it for something to wear today.

"What the hell are you doing?" I hear Derek ask from behind me, his footsteps approaching.

I hold up two different colour tops in front of me. "Getting dressed."

I look over my shoulder just in time to see Derek shake his head, looking at me like putting on clothes is a crime. "That's the worst idea you've ever had."

Rolling my eyes playfully, I focus back on my closet and try to ignore Derek pressing up against me from behind, his hands wandering my body while he kisses my neck.

"No clothes," He mumbles through small kisses. "Let's go back to bed."

"We've spent practically three days in bed," I laugh, rolling my head to the side. "Come on, let's go get breakfast or something."

It takes Derek a lot more convincing, but he eventually agrees to leave my apartment for a few hours. Only because I promised we can get naked again the second we get back.

"You need a bigger closet," Derek laughs while he pulls on his boxers, looking at me struggling to look through my closet that is practically busting at the seems.

The only problem with my apartment so far is the limited closet space. Well.. the closet is actually a decent size, but I just have way too many clothes.

Before I get a chance to respond, Derek and I both freeze when there's a knock on my door that echos through my apartment.

"Shit," He whispers, his eyes wide. "Who's at your door?"

"I've no idea," I whisper yell back, panicked. I quickly tug on some sweatpants and a shirt, shoving against his shoulder. "You need to hide."

"Hide?" Derek whisper yells, frantically looking around my room. "Where?"

The closet is out of the question since I wouldn't even be able to fit another T-shirt in there if I tried and underneath my bed is a no go too so the only other option is the bathroom.

While he hides, I run my fingers through my messy hair, attempting to tame it before I take a deep, calming breath and make my way over to the door.

Undoing the lock, I open the door to see Averie and when my eyes float down to Aidan, he has a really weird look on his face.

"Hey," I smile. "What are you guys doing here?"

"We have a little emergency," Averie says, wincing. "Can Aidan use your bathroom?"

Fuck.

I now recognise the look on Aidan's face to be 'I'm going to piss myself any second'. Sometimes I feel like I have the bladder of a three year old so I couldn't imagine what an actual three year old must feel like.

"Sure," I step aside, hoping my smile doesn't appear to be a nervous one. I can't deny him and there's no way for me to warn Derek he's about to burst in there, so I'm praying with everything in me that Derek is hiding behind the shower curtain.

Aidan runs past me faster than his little legs can carry him and I close the apartment door behind Averie when she steps inside.

"Sorry for just showing up," She says, turning to me. "Your place was the closest."

"Don't worry about it," I say, trying to keep my voice steady. I feel like I'm about to start nervous pacing, so I think of something to occupy myself. "Do you want something to drink?"

"I'm good," She says, waving me off when she sits down on the couch. "We'll be out of here in two minutes. Spencer is waiting down in the car—"

"Ahhhh!"

I squeeze my eyes shut at the sound of Aidan's scream that echoes throughout my apartment. We're caught.

Too panicked about her son literally screaming, Averie doesn't notice when I follow behind her into my room, as subtly as I can kicking Derek scattered clothes from the floor underneath my bed.

Thankfully she doesn't walk into the bathroom, she knocks twice. "Are you okay?" She asks, panicked. "Aidan, what happened?"

It's silent for a minute before we hear, "Yeah, mommy, I'm okay. I just, um, fell in the toilet?"

The way Aidan's tone raised at the end of his sentence made it sound like more of a question, so I know Derek must be coaching him on what to say.

Averie's eyes float to mine and she grimaces. "Oh, okay. Well...wash up I guess?"

Aidan doesn't miss a beat. "I will."

Averie still doesn't look convinced. "Do you need help?"

"No, no!" Aidan all but yells. "I'm okay!"

Averie and I move back to the living room while we wait for him to get out. I'm sweating buckets trying to hold a casual conversation with her while I'm wondering what the hell is going on in that bathroom right now and what Aidan is going to say when he gets out.

Luckily, just as I sense she's about to ask me about leaving the bar early on Friday, the bathroom door opens a sliver and Aidan slides out, carefully closing it tightly behind him.

Averie smiles at him. "You ready to go?"

"Mhm," Aidan grins, a smile way too wide to mean anything good. "I'm ready."

Averie picks him up, making her way to the door. "Say thank you to Layla."

Aidan's eyes settle on me, a grin so wide that I know it means I owe him. "Thank you."

We say our goodbyes and I follow them out to the door. I wave them off and as I watch them descend the stairs of my apartment building, Aidan brings his finger to a 'Shh' motion at me over his mom's shoulder.

When they're out of sight, I close my apartment door and beeline towards the bathroom where I find Derek. He's leaning back against the countertop with his arms crossed over his chest.

"What the hell happened?"

Derek blows out an amused breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Mid stream the kid checks behind the shower curtain for monsters."

"Oh god," I drag my fingers through my hair. "What did you say to him?"

Derek shrugs. "I told him we were playing a game and it has to be a secret that I was in here," He gestures down to himself only in his boxers, raising an amused eyebrow. "I told him I'd explain the half naked part when he's older."

Oh Jesus. "So our jobs are hanging in the balance of whether or not a three year old can hold his tongue."

"Aidan won't tell anyone," Derek says softly, cradling my face when he looks into my eyes. "I promise."

My eyes narrow slightly. "And what did you have to promise him to ensure that?"

Derek laughs, eyes glimmering with amusement. "We have to take him to the park, the toy store and for ice cream next weekend. The kid's a hustler."

I relax enough to actually laugh this time. Derek and Aidan have such a good bond that if Derek trusts him not to say anything, I do too.

The sound of Derek's phone ringing cuts through the air and we both deflate, knowing that that's more than likely going to be a new case and our weekend together is over.

Derek picks his phone up from the nightstand and gives me a confirming nod before he answers. "Hey, Hotch. Yeah, okay.. I'll be there in twenty."

I get the exact same call right after him and Derek gathers all his clothes from around my room, tucking them back into his gym bag while I talk to Hotch.

Derek and I have decided that we're not going to be stupid and hook up while we're away on cases so, we spend the next few minutes kissing because we don't know when the next kiss will be.

And he's feeling me up but that's less sweet so I won't focus on that.

"Wear those black pants I like," Derek smirks, squeezing my ass.

This man. "Who do you think you are telling me what I can wear?"

Derek grabs his gym bag and keys and I catch a glimpse of the amused smile on his face as he heads out the door. "See you later."

-

I'm wearing the black pants.

My clothing choices were absolutely of my own accord and Derek's opinion had no influence at all. But will I still be looking to see if he checks me out when I walk in? Yes.

I drive into the BAU parking lot and pull my car into my usual spot. Grabbing my bag and keys, I lock my doors behind me, pausing when I see Emily leaning back against her car, looking like she wants to be anywhere but here.

"Oh god," She groans, hanging her head in her hands when I come into her view. "You're here."

That's one way to greet a person. "Should I be offended by that?"

She laughs faintly, shaking her head. "You're the last person to get here so that means if I don't go up now, I'll be late."

My eyes scan the sullen and drained look on her face. I laugh. "Are you still hungover from Halloween?"

She groans a response, nodding her head. "Two bottles of tequila will do that to you."

I reach into my purse and take out my sunglasses, gently placing them on her face. "Any better?"

Emily's mood does anything but improve when we find out that the elevator from the parking lot is out of order and we have to walk around into the main building instead.

"Someone is out to get me today," She laughs humorously, leaning her weight against me.

"Very inconsiderate of them," I giggle, practically holding her up.

We walk through the main building entrance and while we wait for the elevator to open, my eyes wonder over the first floor.

Since I usually use the elevator from the parking lot, I never really come into the main building much. But it's nothing special and just as you would expect and office building to be.

There's a waiting area, the receptionist desk—oh my god. I do a double take, but there's no mistaking it. That's not a face I could forget. Working behind the front desk is someone I never thought I'd see again.

I clutch Emily's arm to get her attention, dropping my voice. "Do you see that girl over there? Has she always worked here?"

Emily raises the glasses off her face, squinting in the general direction of the receptionist desk across the floor. "Honestly, I don't have much brain capacity right now, but no, I don't think I've ever seen her here before."

I don't blame her if she didn't pay any attention before because we never have any dealings with receptionists. Our badges allow us access to anywhere in the building so the receptionists are basically only there to direct visitors.

"Why?" Emily asks, sensing my uneasiness. "Do you know her?"

I have no idea what her name is because the first time I 'met' her, I didn't stick around long. I'm staring at the blonde haired girl who I can only assume is around my age but she doesn't notice me though because she's wrapped up in a phone call.

"Not really. I walked in on her fucking my boyfriend once though."

"That's rough," Emily winces, stepping onto the elevator when it opens. I follow behind her, taking one last glance over at the girl. "So we hate her?"

The elevator door closes behind us when I press the button for the sixth floor. "No," I say after a second of contemplating. "If anything, she did me a favor."

I probably wouldn't have taken this job if I was still in that relationship and I'm glad everything worked out the way it did.

At the end of the day it was my ex who cheated on me, not her, so I don't blame her one bit because I'd like to think she didn't have sex with my boyfriend knowing he was in a relationship,

But that doesn't mean I'll be running to be friends with her or even talk to her. We work in the same building. That's as close as I want our relationship to get.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter! And I'm very curious about you guy's theories, comments, concerns..😅