Derek Morgan (![]() ![]() @ 2012-02-14 18:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2012 02, character: derek morgan, character: emily prentiss |
RP: Derek and Emily
Who: Derek and Emily
Where: Their house
When: February 14, 2012
Summary: Derek isn't too sure, but you have to start somewhere
Derek knew that many people were making a trip to the restaurant to get food for the night, but it wasn't the food that he was interested in, because he was pretty sure that none of it would be as good as what they were used to in DC. He settled on the Rose restaurant, not because it would have great French, but it was the only restaurant that looked like a restaurant and not some saloon or a family restaurant.
Still, it was nice to sit down and have someone serve you the food in a somewhat romantic atmosphere. It was even worth the crap he'd get when people found out that he went out with Emily without a million rounds of security checks. However, it wasn't until they got home that he finally relaxed. It wasn't the ranch counselor inviting the owner's PA out to dinner, but it was just the two of them.
"This is when I'm supposed to kiss you and ask if you'd like to go out again, promise to call you, you know if Hotch doesn't call with some emergency and it would be months before I'll remember. Instead, I have something for you." He cupped her cheek and kissed her. "I'll be right back." He went to his room and came back with a bag containing a lotion set and a silk slip. "For the sexiest, classiest and smartest woman around."