[Izzy Montoya] She’s still there, sitting at the back booth, despite the late hour, working through the never ending pile of paperwork, her bruises still a stunning display with the glow of laptop. She’s two empty bottles of beer by her side, with another halfway gone next to her, and there’s a wealth of papers and files surrounding her.
It’s quiet here.
And she’s counting the hours until she can go home – for the first time in a week.
[Nate Cross] Naet stumbles sleepily down the stares, yawning and stretching as he somehow manages to head down them without falling over himself. He mades it down safely and heads out into the main area of the restaurant. Dressed only in track pants , he carries a grey tee in his hand
He notices the glow in the distance, intrigued he heads in that direction. He coughs softly to announce his presence before saying “Hey there…Izzy right?” not that it was hard to tell with the significant bruising she still wore..
[Izzy Montoya] She heard him come down the stairs, and she knows that soon enough she’s going to have to make her appearance upstairs for her two hours of pretend sleep in the bunk that was ‘provided’ for her. She looks up when Nate clears his throat, a suspicion going through her gaze, as a brow quirks slightly.
It’s obvious who she is. “Yeah.” A beat. She knows that he was there the night she was brought in, beaten near to death, so busted she could hardly see… he was there.
[Nate Cross] Yeah he had been there, it had taken all of his will to swallow that night. To not react , to let Daniel manage his kin without interference were the orders from his Alpha. He hadn’t understood then and he still didn’t now. So he steered clear of the whole mess, until now it seemed.
“Yeah I’m Nate.. one of the Sentinels. Doubt you remember as we had never met before…that..night” and he shifts uncomfortably from foot to foot ” I hope I’m not intruding, just saw the glow from your laptop. So I’d thought I’d come over and say hi on my way the kitchen.”
[Izzy Montoya] There’s a slight smirk, as he stumbles over that…. night… “I remember.”
She leans back, and grabs her beer and takes a long swallow, as she watches Nate. And then – mostly because she’s trying desperately to keep the things she was given earlier in the evening, without grinding her teeth to dust – she shakes her head. “You’re not intruding. Just finishing up some work before going upstairs.”
[Nate Cross] He gives her a wry smile and an almost apologetic look “I figured as much”
“Oh okay.. no need to rush upstairs though. I’m not here as like the police or anything, I just came down to grab some food and I happened to see the glow of your laptop.” he leans against one of the booths as he watches
“So are you coping at…” he asks nervously “all. Any idea when Daniel is gonna let you go home?”
[Izzy Montoya] She chuckles, slightly, and shakes her head. “I appreciate that. I only spend a minimal amount of time there before I go – have to make the appearance before leaving or..” and she leaves that to trail off. He can fill in the blanks by just looking at her face.
He leans on the booth, and she flicks a finger at the seat in invitation. He’s nervous when he asks how she’s coping, and the smirk finds it’s way across her lips again. She’s a week after the beating, and still looks like shit – but even so she can see the fact that she’s fucking exhausted. She’s not sleeping, or sleeping minimally, and it shows. “Tonight he said I can now go back to the original restrictions – I’ll be he somewhere from midnight to 6am when I go to work, but between work and then I can go home and sleep.”
She smirks again. “I can’t lie – it sounds like fuckin’ heaven to be going home, if only for a few hours. This place will be the fuckin’ death of me…” A beat. “But for good? Only if I’m a good girl for another two weeks, I’ll get that reward.” Her voice trails into bitterness there. It’s clear she hates every single minute of this.
[Nate Cross] [ PAUSED ]
[Nate Cross] He sighs softly at her explanation “Yeah I can understand that….and I kind heard you don’t like those rooms either.”
He slides into the booth on her invitation, leans back against it as he looks thoughtful “Well I guess that’s something in a way. I still don’t understand any of this though, I doubt I ever will. Just …..” and he shakes his head in frustration “Ahh well I’ve been told it’s not my place to question his methods.”
“But it is good to hear he is easing the restrictions at last. ” and then he laughs softly ” Yeah I bet there is nothing you want more than a hot shower and to crash into your own bed. Sounds pretty much like heaven to me after all of this.”
“Well here is hoping the next two weeks fly by then.”
[Izzy Montoya] Her jaw tightens, teeth clenching momentarily, until the flare of resultant pain registers briefly in her eyes. But all she says about the rooms is, “They’re too small.” While room 8 is one of the larger rooms, it’s made infinitely smaller by the three garou in it. The two hours she forces herself in there to stare out the window takes more will power than any of the will ever understand. The astute will note she also never is in the stairwell with another person, and she takes the steps quickly, to at a time. She obviously has issues with small spaces, despite the fact Daniel merely calls it a “weakness to overcome”.
“If you have questions, ask them.” She snorts. “Lord knows I’m always honest when I answer. It’s how I fuckin’ ended up like this. I don’t have anything to hide, Nate.”
Then, a smirk as she lifts her beer for a swallow. “He says most of my freedoms in to weeks – I’m betting he STILL won’t let me fuck. I’m also betting I won’t be able to hold out much longer after that…” Always blunt, Izzy.
[Nate Cross] He blinks as he watches her react in obvious pain “Ack… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to cause you any discomfort” he looks generally worried and sympathetic
“Questions…. yes lots of questions. I’ve sort of heard third hand what happened the day.. those bruises happened. That you wanted him to call you by your name and he refused, calling you by a generic title instead. I guess I don’t understand why that matters….why he didn’t honor you by using your name… and why you didn’t simply honor him by politely accepting the title he gave you regardless of your personal feelings. I just don’t see the point of it all you know…..at the end the day he hit a woman… You Fenrir are like blocks of stone smashing against each other, neither willing to give a little.” again shaking his head
And that’s when Nate blushes without his tee on, it is easy to see the blush on his cheeks even in this light compared to his pale body. “Oh well..” he coughs nervously “I don’t know anything about that….. but can’t you , you know” and he gestures to her hands with another blush “relieve yourself a little….just to get through some of the time.”
[Izzy Montoya] She answers the blushing first, chuckling. “Right there in the top bunk in a room too small and populated by 3 garou, one of which already hates the fact that I love sex? Yeah, no. But trust me – I’ll take the edge off as soon as I get home.” His blushing amuses her – it’s clear in her gaze in the smirk that’s almost an actual smile. An innocent this one – but he asked. So she answered. She warned him.
Then, the others. “The day he beat me almost to death – you can say it. It’s what happened.” She studies him for a long moment, and then takes the time to study the wall behind him, lost in a memory from a long time ago until she shakes it off, and pulls herself back and finds a way to explain it. “You earn your name – your deed name. It’s important to you, right? You wouldn’t appreciate it if that was the name you preferred to be called, and instead I called you something different, something that triggered a reaction that you couldn’t control, something that forced you back into a time and place you can’t help but relive, a place where all you knew was pain – you’d hate that, right? THAT’s what being called Kinswoman does to me.”
“And make no mistake, that night was not the first time I’d asked Daniel to call me by my name. I’d asked politely a number of times. I finally snapped – and he snapped in return with brutal force. He’s never asked – or cared – why. He and the Jarl and you and others think it’s a stupid thing to take a stand over, think that I should politely accept being labeled a worthless whore, a piece of ass, a waste of breath and space.”
“No one has asked why I feel the way I do, or why it matters to me – because the way I feel about it doesn’t matter to him. In fact, he told me that my name was stupid, and pointless, and told him nothing about me. He completely misses the fact that if he wished to know about me, he could ask.”
She shakes her head, slightly. “Respect is earned. He shows me none. I’ve lost all I may have had for him. The one time I attempted to explain my motives, I was told it was stupid and wrong and that he will never see my point of view. I now have zero reason to try. Whatever the Jarl hopes Daniel will learn from this will never happen – and at a friend’s request, I simply toe the line now so I can get the fuck out of here.”
[Nate Cross] He just shakes his head, this one was a visual creature – he was an artist. He tried clearing his throat as various mental images flashed through his mind. He himself was getting close to taking the same action, twice denied in as many weeks. He was starting to believe he smelled. “Well I guess that’s true…. but there is always the shower upstairs” he coughs.
“Well yeah it’s what happened. Doesn’t mean I have to like it.” he settles down, returning to a serious look for a serious topic as he lets her explain “Hmmm… I guess I can understand that.” and a darker look comes into his eyes… there were many names that would take him to a place like that… Bastard Child… Orphan.. Unwanted were but a few of them.. His eyes close as memories of cold, lonely nights.. of other children being taken home…but him left there alone… the angry one.. the forgotten one. His stories of Heroes and Knights, that gave him a light.. something to hope for.
He finally blinks out of whatever he was thinking about “But what makes you think that titles makes you those things…..my tribe is made up of many kin and I treat them all with respect. I don’t think of them as whores… and many of them are more useful at times than us so-called True are. You don’t have to fight against the beast inside you, sometimes clawing at your insides to be released. You can deal with people more effectively than I ever could.”
“I guess they do not ask, because they are caught up with their own problems. The importance of those problems maybe questionable… and I mean no disrespect and do not suggest that you do not matter. But obviously he has a way of thinking that does not match with the city he finds himself in.”
Then he sighs long and loud as he pinches the bridge of his nose “This is why I do not understand the Fenrir. Always fierce and strong, never admitting weakness or wrong doing. Now is the time to adapt and change, to find new ways or be prepared to adaprt old ways to new circumstances. And again I make the analogy of two rocks banging against each other. Each crack that appears is an opportunity lost to learn from this……..As for your friend.. I am beginning to think he is wise. But I hope for your sake that the situation changes for the better.”
[Izzy Montoya] “I don’t shower here.” Simple, that, but she’s chuckling.
And then, she listens. Izzy is a perceptive creature – she can spot a spot of blood in a sea of red, she can find a single hair in a closet full of clothing, and she can read people – from the obvious to the micro-expressions that give away far more than most people realize.
“Kemp has told me that I am worthless, that what I do is nothing compared to what he does, what he has lost. That I am not needed at all. His exact words were ‘We don’t fuck up,’ which as I’m sure you know is a line of bullshit a mile wide. We all fuck up. He also thinks that I believe myself to be better than you. That’s not the truth, but he won’t listen. He makes assumptions, and makes an ass of himself – and of me.”
“Daniel simply refuses to believe there is any other way. The word is a trigger, as much as a small space is. My reaction to it is automatic. The meaning of that word TO ME is whore, worthless piece of trash to be abused and hurt. I would not tell him to not call someone else the same thing – but I asked him repeatedly not to label ME with it, and to use my name. It is a very, very minor thing, and just the smallest bit of respect would go a very long way. But he won’t bend. Every night he sits right there and does not even say hello. He says ‘Kinswoman, have you obeyed all the rules and restrictions I have set before you this day.’ He has learned nothing of the scab and how to survive here – and since he won’t listen, there’s nothing I can teach him.”
She shakes her had, slightly. “I don’t think that I have lost more than you, that what I’ve suffered even compares, though what I have survived already is no picnic in the park. However, I’m a 32 year old woman, who’s been doing this all my life – taking a whole bunch of shit from a bunch of fuckin’ kids who can’t control the Rage – the same Rage that we need to win the war. Make no mistake, Nate, I believe in the War, and I do my duty every fucking day – straddling the line between Humans and the Nation as automatically as I breathe. The humans appreciate what I do. The Nation’s Trueborn tell me I’m worthless. Is it any wonder that I want just ONE thing – ONE little speck of respect? My name isn’t even hard to pronounce.”
Then she leans back, and takes up her beer and downs a swallow or four, before she smirks. “Oddly enough, that friend? Is the same they call weak-minded and think I’ll be a bad influence on. I’m forbidden to see him outside of work.”
[Nate Cross] “Oh well I guess that counts that out then. Just trying to be helpful.” he says with a small shrug.”
He frowns “I don’t know this Kemp that you mentioned. But it awfully like he has his head screwed on the wrong way. ” and then he looks slightly angry , his eyes turn hard “Of course we fuck up…we have the power of thought, to make decisions. We don’t always make the right ones.. “. He groans and shakes his head.
He looks thoughtful as he watches her, she is so full of passion and fire. Even know when her body appears broken there is still pride there. Maybe it is a strength but perhaps it is also her weakness. “Perhaps I could try and talk with him, I can’t promise you it would do much good though. I have been asked not to interfere. But maybe… there is ..something small that can be done…. And yeah I know of many who try and exist within the city and fail. It is a whole new world out there.”
“Hmmm you make good points and I myself find it hard to argue against them. As a detective you have to be logical, to put aside the emotional response to a crime and look at it logically,, the True around you are failing to do the same.. No your name isn’t hard to pronounce ….Izzy Montoya.” as he gives her a small smile and a nod
He tilts his head then “Oh? who is your friend?”.
[Izzy Montoya] Many would call her beaten – but it’s only in body. She’s no where near broken in spirit. Not yet, perhaps not ever, despite her exhaustion, and incarceration. He mentions talking to him, and she runs her fingers through her hair, and holds it back from her face a moment, before letting it fall.
“If you decide to do it – please do so after the 10th. Daniel’s allowing me to have dinner with my friend – despite the word of the Jarl, because of the day. I’d hate to lose out on that. It might be the straw that breaks my back, and if I explode, Daniel likely will kill me this time.”
As for that friend, her natural smirk warms, almost sliding into an actual smile. It’s clear this ‘friend’ means a lot to her, more than any would realize, more than she would even admit to herself. “Detective John Thornton. He and I were partners on the beat, back before I got transferred to Miami.” Partners on the force – it’s a bond that is often stronger than love, than marriage, something that can never be broke. She’d take a bullet for him without thought, and he for her. “He’s lost a lot the past year – and if anything happened to me…” She shakes her head. “So I promised to do what’s needed until I can get out of this. In return, he can’t do anything stupid, and has to come sped my birthday with me since I’ve gotten ‘permission’ to share dinner with him.”
[Nate Cross] He nods and smiles “Of course Izzy… I can call you that yes ?. Of course I can hold off until the 10th, I have no desire to add to your pain and frustration during this time. But it pleases me there is a spark there for you, even something so short as a night”
“Well he sounds a decent man who cares a lot for you, I am glad there is a person in your life like that.” and there is something again that haunts his eyes, something missing that he had been seeking but has yet to find. “But I assure you I won’t do anything to harm the deal that you have managed to strike.”
[Izzy Montoya] She snorts. “Of course you can – isn’t that what I’m fuckin’ fighting for?” But she’s amused more than anything else. She glances around the room, and sighs. “It galls me to have to ask to have dinner with a friend, to have to check in here and stay every night as if I’m a child. Who I chose to spend my time with, who I fuck shouldn’t be anyone’s business but mine. It’s ridiculous. Daniel sees me as a possession to be handed off to any male he deems worthy. The night we met? He actually said he would speak to my mate if he needed any help from me when I gave him my card. That boy’s gonna get himself killed if he keeps treating kinfolk like cattle.”
She studies him, as a shadow crosses his gaze. Then… “Something else bothering you?” She asks, though like as not she knows. She knows all to well the importance of questions and answers rather than assumptions.
[Nate Cross] He chuckles softly “Well yeah.. but with my past I tended to always call the cops by their ranks.”
Nodding in agreement “I can see why it would Izzy… your definitely a grown woman” he coughs again nervously, a slight hint of the blush returning “Your right though, you should be in charge of your own body. Some here seem so hooked up on the “right” blood… ” he sighs when she describes how he insisted that he talk to her mate “I don’t think you are far wrong there. Kin may not have the same advantages we do…. but we still have our weakness which our kin only too well know.”
He blinks when she finally asks him a question “Oh nothing really..” as he tries to brush it off “Just silly thoughts that I should have put behind me a long time ago. A dream that will most likely never come true… well I guess it’s not even about the dream.. it’s the precursor.”
[Izzy Montoya] “I don’t insist on being called Detective unless I’m actually on the job. Izzy is fine for everyday conversation.” It’s said with something of a chuckle, before tips her beer back again for another long swallow. “It seems beyond him that anyone might not want to have kids – that’s all I should aspire too, apparently, squirting out squalling brats. Sorry, but I want more than that.”
He brushes the question off, and she arches a brow. “And what dream is that?”
[Nate Cross] “Well I’m glad that I caught you off the clock then. Some habits of my youth are hard to break and I think they’d put us at odds.” he smiles and chuckles with her, waiting for her to finish her next swallow before commenting again “I can understand that… I mean it’s not like any Garou mate is going to be able to be around to help you raise them. Rage sorta prohibits that.”
He shrugs a little “I guess to find a connection with someone you know. Even if only fleeting.. something that makes this all worth while. I’m an orphan Izzy..most likely a bastard child that was unplanned and unwanted. Left on a door step of an orphanage. I guess I want to start having things in my life that make up for that. I guess that’s why I had such trouble dealing with what Daniel did….that he treated the only people we can be with, so poorly.”
[Izzy Montoya] She snorts “Boy, I’ve covered up shit for you fuckers that’d make the normal guys’ hair curl. I highly doubt anything you did before would make me blink twice.”
She watches him, and then arches a brow slightly. “Don’t you gotta place like that in your pack? Or is it a mate you’re lookin for – someone to tangle in the sheets with on a regular basis?” She shrugs, slightly. “I’d say it’ll come for ya, sooner or later, but my habits are a well known irritant for certain Fenrir. I prefer ’em one night stands, obeying my rules, and leaving in the morning. With certain exceptions, of course – but for the most part, that’s the way I like’em. So I’m not the best one to give advice on such things – since it’s not what I want for me.” She nods, slightly, though. “But, in my experience, connections come when you least expect’em. So don’t give up on it yet.”
[Nate Cross] He tilts his head and looks at her a long moment “Hmm you’d be surprised.. but I’ll take your word for it.”
He chuckles wryly then “Heh I don’t know what place I have in my pack at the moment. Only been in it a month, think I’m still trying to work out where I fit.” but then he blushe again on her next comment “Well that would be nice… but you know to have a mate… you gotta be able to get too know someone first. Seems like many here aren’t too keen on a Gnawer like me making eyes at them.”
He looks downward or even elsewhere when she talks about one night stands. It would seem something or someone was making the little Gnawer nervous “Well…. I can’t lie that I’ve not gone looking for that for myself as well. Just to scratch that itch… so I can calm down. But luck has not been with me since I moved back to my Chicago. ”
He smiles “I guess your night, but it’s hard to keep your chin up when you keep getting kicked in the teeth.”
[Izzy Montoya] She arches a brow knowingly. “Aaaaaaaaah, someone keeps gettin turned down, is that it?”
She leans forward, her elbows on the table, and studies him, taking her time doing so, letting her gaze drift over him until she can see him blush again. Only then does she nod. “Well, if I weren’t strangled by the chastity belt known as Daniel – and you agreed to my rules? I’d give ya a toss in the sheets you wouldn’t forget for a LONG time. Scratch that itch, ya know because I don’t have a problem with Gnawers at all.”
She always was a blunt one. “Maybe when I regain my freedom…” a pause, and a knowing little smirk. “all my freedoms….”
[Nate Cross] He nods quietly “Yeah you could say it was as simple as that.”
He does blush again when she starts talkin like that “Heh I can deal with rules, it seems all our lives are controlled by them. So why should you be any different” his adams apple rises and falls as she describes giving him a toss in the sheets”Well um… that’s really good that you don’t.” coughing as he tries to clear his throat.
He nods, it was hard to miss blunt statements when they were made with a sledgehammer. “Maybe…..sounds like something I can deal with. After all it’s not no.”
[Izzy Montoya] She chuckles softly, as she watches him. This is part of what she enjoys, the chase – brief as it is – as well as the tumble afterward, of course.
“Not even going to ask what the rules are beforehand?” And she shifts her position, slightly, one foot curled back under the seat, the other stretching till there’s the light teasing pressure of her slender calf against his own. “And it’s most certainly not a no.”
[Nate Cross] He sits there looking back at her… it wasn’t an unreadable expression.. it was an expression that represented so many different things, that they started to bleed into each other. Lust and desire was there but also compassion…and then there was fear. All churning together, that seemed to bring a new fierceness to his eyes.
“Hmm lets see if I can guess them first shall well. We can make it a little game.” he winks at her “I leave in the morning no questions asked… if there is a second time you’ll call me.. I won’t call you. Protection always. Hmm what else…” and it is when he starts pondering , that he stops suddenly and lets out a small gasp. As if a spark had gone through his body as he feels the sensation of her calf against his. He shakes his head with a smile “Tease…how am I supposed to play the game if your going to try and distract me?”
[Izzy Montoya] “Oh no, see… I’m not a tease – because I put out. Just like I’m not a whore – because whore’s get paid. I’m just a woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to go after it.”
She shakes her head, and grins “There’s actually only three rules.” She slides her leg against his briefly, until her foot rests against the seat next to his knee, which she bumps lightly against. “And those aren’t it – well, the protection goes without saying. Wanna try again?”
[Nate Cross] “Well that makes you a rarity indeed” he smirks “I don’t think many others know what they want.”
He is still watching her, eyes fixed on that grin. Wondering what she has got up her sleeve, she the older woman now seemingly taking great pleasure in seducing the younger man.”Three rules you say?” and he thinks on them as his knees almost self-consciously part. As if they knew where her foot wanted to go, even if Nate refused. “hmm and not it…hmm well rather than me spending the rest of the night guessing. Maybe you should just tell, so we can get to the heart of the matter.”
[Izzy Montoya] She slides her foot around his knee, until it’s resting between his knees, just innocently sitting there on the edge of his seat – but for the idle slide along his inner thigh… “Fair enough.”
And she lifts her hand and counts them off, her eyes never once leaving his. She has no fear of this challenge, none at all. “One. Don’t fall in love. I don’t do love, I do sex, and I do it really fucking well – but I ain’t lookin to be claimed in any way shape or form. Two – be discreet. I don’t do jealous assholes – who I fuck and when is my business, and since you obey rule number one, you have no call being jealous and clingy. And rule number three…” and here her lips slide into that knowing little smirk. “No marks where I can’t hide them easily. I’m not a 15 year old looking to impress my girlfriends at school.”
[Nate Cross] He cant help but instinctively push his hips forward, that foot there just teasing him so innocently.
He blushes at the first “Well I’m sure you’ll be there to snap me out of it if you sense rule one might be happening. Heh and I don’t think we need to worry about me claiming you. I think the Fenrir would sooner see me dead than you mated off to one of Rat’s Broods. As for two.. I doubt I’ll be putting ads in the paper…we probably shouldn’t even be considering this…..so I can say you have my discretion.” and then she tells him rule number three and he can’t help but swallow again, a hint of his tongue as he licks his lips. Almost as if he was already imagining tasting her in his mouth. Then he chuckles softly “Well yeah, you got an image to protect down at the station. I can deal with that.. neck and ears out of bounds… doesn’t mean some nails down your back is outta line.” a grin creeping to the corners of his mouth.
[Izzy Montoya] She just grins at him, her tongue moistening her lips briefly before she murmurs. “I love nails down my back…”
They shouldn’t even be contemplating this, considering it, thinking of what they could get away with without his packmate knowing – a packmate that seems to have an uncanny sense of what happens between her thighs, without a thought of being there himself. Yet here she is, teasing the young Gnawer who took the time to just talk to her.
Wonder what Daniel could have achieved if he had done the same…
“Guess I’d better work doubly hard to get out of this chastity belt, hm?”
[Nate Cross] He watches her lips moisten her own, and is almost tempted to lean across the table and take advantage of them. But he stop….good things to those who wait “mmmm well I’ll have to remember that won’t I.”
He would have to deal with his packmate at some point he knew deep down. But if they just bided their time, then things would be better wouldn’t they. Prying eyes removed, so these two could sate unfulfilled lusts. Watching this older woman seduce him, wondering what pleasures she was going to teach him.
“mmhmm definitely….just so I’ll get an opportunity to get into whatever is underneath.” he teases her playfully, two can play this game.
[Izzy Montoya] “Exactly.” She is very blunt, Izzy, and very comfortable in her own skin. She knows what she is, and has accepted it – even reveled in it. She slowly straightens her leg, sliding her foot along his inner thigh, until nestled lightly between…
Then she pulls away, and sits back in her seat again, lifting her beer to finish it. “Unfortunately, it’s about time for me to make forced appearance upstairs. Hopefully for the last time.” She sets the bottle down, and slides her file folders and her laptop into her briefcase, grabs it and her coat and stands.
She moves around to his side of the table, and leans down to breathe lightly across his ear. “Sweet dreams, Nate.” She nips at his earlobe with her teeth, lightly, and then stands, and without another word, goes into the kitchen, up the stairs two at a time, and heads into her – hopefully final – two hour forced lockdown in that too small room.
[Nate Cross] He gives a short gasp when she slips her foot between “You cheeky minx.”
He gives a small unpleasant sigh when she tells him that she needs to head upstairs “Alas I guess it is that time…. and fingers crossed it is indeed the last”. Then she is there beside him, he can feel her breathe on his skin. Almost a whimper as she whispers to him and then nips his earlobe. It is before she leaves that he then stands as well, as his hand brushes across her thigh and then over the front of her slacks. His wiry but muscular body so close to her as his hand begins moving slowly up and down “You too…I’ll be seeing you when your finally free.”
Leaning back against the booth then as he waits and allows her to leave.
[Izzy Montoya] (Aaaaaaaand fade – before they both get beat. *L* Thanks for the scene!)