[Derek Anderson] It was morning, it must be for the sun was hurting him. Consciousness came back slowly to be welcome by the throbbing of his head. He frowned, grunting slightly. He turned to avoid the lgiht, hoping the headache will go again and felt something soft and warm beside him. One hand reached blindly to pat what it was. This was flat, smooth and solid, upwards was hmm breasts?
The night before slowly crept back into his memory. The bar, the revelation, then coming to his place, the drunkeness and sex till both passed out. So this was Izzy still beside him. He took his hand off her breasts slowly and let it rest where it was previously, her flat stomach.
He took a deep breath, opened his mouth a few times, finding it dry, and asked “You awake?” His voice a deep, groggy and gravelly.
[Izzy Montoya] “nfhsadhpmfh.”
That would most likely be a no. Or at least a ‘not really’, but it’s muffled against her arm, where she’s got it throw across her eyes, under the blanket. His hand travels, and she arches into the touch, slightly, but then sinks back into the mattress with a soft groan. Part of it is hangover, but a good portion of it (since she drinks like a fish) is the fact she’s not a morning person. At all.
In fact, she curls up onto her side, pressing her back against him, burrowing under the covers and pillow once more.
[Derek Anderson] H passed his arm around her, spooning with her, but having their back to the light. He kept his eyes closed, his breathing even. She felt good against him, there was no denying that, but he didn’t give her soft kisses, the kind you give one’s girlfriend in the morning. They were friends with benefits, nothing more so he simply held her slightly, his sex and it’s morning reaction pressed against her tight butt. He wasn’t trying to get her to do anything, not right now at least, not while being hungover.
“Dýou have to work early today..I don’t” He say softly “Tap my arm if you do, stay liek this if you don’t” His voice was still sleepy. He had been spent when he felt asleep and it wasn’t that long ago, or so it felt like.
[Izzy Montoya] He wraps himself around her, and she lets him. She doesn’t tap his arm, doesn’t pull away. She must be really upset, still – or simply that tired, that hung over. Either way, she just sighs, softly, instead.
It’s a long moment later before she says anything, before she swallows hard enough to moisten her mouth enough to actually make words audible. “timeisit?” She finally moves enough to push the pillow off her head and tuck it under instead, but her eyes stay closed for the duration.
[Derek Anderson] Hmm time? Damn, that implies opening his eyes right? He shifted position, propping his elbow so he could raise hishead “Hmmm it’s 9h30” He said after opening his eye. It took him some time to perform this easy task.
His head was throbbing still and she cloud feel him moving away form her, sitting on the bed then up “M’going to make coffee. Join me, or room service?” He ask as he move around the bed, stretching some, trying to get his body going, feeling the small aches from last night’s activities. He wait for her answer before stepping out of the room.
Once in the kitchen, he start the coffee machine, find himself some advils and drank a few glasses of water.
[Izzy Montoya] She follows, slightly, but only in that she stretches out on her belly to burrow her head under his pillow, and steal the warmth he leaves behind in the sheets. 9:30. Plenty of time to wake up more fully before she tackles the heavy questions of the day. She stretches slowly, moaning as muscles complain their abuse, before she peeks out at him – one dark eye through tousled hair under the pillow…
“…room service.”
Because of course that’s what she’ll choose. She closes her eyes again, lets the pillow fall, and chuckles, briefly.
[Derek Anderson] He leaned against the counter while coffee was made, breathing slowly, hoping the meds will kick in soon. Once the coffee was ready, he poured two mugs, poured her a glass of water and brought the advils with the glass and two mugs in the room
“Brought you stuff to make the morning easier”He said, placing the glass and advils on the nightstand closest to her, handing her her mug once she was ready for it. His eyes andered over the parts of her body that were exposed and he wasn’t subtle about it. He liked her body, she knew it, no use ot hide it. Beside, she probably enjoyed the attention.
[Izzy Montoya] When he comes back to the room, she’s snoring softly, again, but wakes immediately. She’s a light sleeper, by nature and by nurture, since joining the force. Even a ten minute cat nap is restful, when its all the chance she has to get rest. She peers out at him with a single dark eye again, judging the offerings he brings, before she pushes to sit up, letting the blankets and sheets pool around her waist.
He likes to look, and she isn’t shy.
She wraps her hands around the cup of coffee, bringing it close to inhale the scent of the coffee, heavenly waking bean juice. She takes a swallow, grimaces because it’s hot, but she doesn’t care. She takes another swallow, than reaches for the advil and water. “Thanks.”
[Derek Anderson] He shrugh slightly “No problems”He drank from his mug some before moving to sit on the bed next to her. He doesn’t reach for her or force any contact. In fact after looking at her while she was laying in bed, he was now focusing on her face.
“How are you doing?” He ask once she took soem advils, drank water and was halfway done with her coffee. It seem that being silent around her didn’t bother him and he was in no hurry for..anything today. Not dealing with the revelations of last night, not getting ready for work or testing if they had some more lust left in them. For now, sitting was good. The question he asked could be answered in many ways. She will decide if they should be trivial still or talk more seriously.
[Izzy Montoya] He’s so damn respectful. It amuses her, really. She is no shrinking violet, not afraid to take what she wants, not subtle about demanding satisfaction in just about any scenario. It’s rare that an attitude like that is faced with a gentleman – especially after the drunken night they’d shared. She says nothing about it, though, just drinks her coffee and waits for the advil to kick in.
She drags her hand through her hair at the question, and smirks, slightly. “Alive.” a beat. Then, the elephant in the room… “Which is more than Finn will be if I get my hands on him.”
[Derek Anderson] The man is what they call a good guy..most of the time. But as Izzy probably knew by now from their encounters, he could be as wild, as demanding and unsubtle as she was. Each of their sexual episodes haven’t been the vanilla, missionary type of moment. Yet, most of the time, he was respectful and it didn’t seem to be hurting him. It might amuse her but she was still in his bed after all. Probably for a longer time than some of her other booty calls.
She tell him about Fiin and he put down his mog once it was empty, laying down on his back, eyes on her “Is that how you want to do it? Kill him? Or wouldn’t it be better to use him against those he works for? I know it hurts right now and lashing at him might be attractive, and I won’t stop you if oyu do. You’re a big girl, you know what you’re doing. I’m jsut asking if you considered making him pay in another manner”
[Izzy Montoya] She smirks, slightly, and shrugs. “I don’t know what I’ll do, yet. If he’s that far in – how can we use him against them anyway? Or do you already have a plan you haven’t told me of….”
Because right now, she just wants to shoot the bastard. More than once. In painful, painful places….
[Derek Anderson] He blined a few times, placing his arms behind his head. He didn’t look bad at all laying dwn like this, streched a little, muscles even more defined by it.
“Not sure yet. I mean..there’s surely ways to fee him wrong intel and able us to nail the Scarpescis. What I wonder if there’s away to use him to get to Hutts. Though I’m not sure if it’s worth it since the construction site around the Brotherhood is empty now”
[Derek Anderson] ((*He blinked a few times..)
[Izzy Montoya] He doesn’t look bad at all. She’s taken all manner of men to her bed [or their bed, as the case sometimes is] and he ranks among the better looking. Sometimes whiskey goggles are not a good thing to wake up from, at all. But for now, she listens. Simply listens.
She scrubs her hands over her face, and shakes her head. “I don’t know. He’s got a family, Derek. I just…” She sighs, the sound falling into a growl of annoyance. “That stupid motherfucker – what was he thinking?!”
[Derek Anderson] He move to sit againand reached to put a hand on her shoulder to give it a gentle squeeze “I odn’t know Izzy, sometimes greed makes people do stupid things. Hell maybe they threatened his family and he felt it was the only thing to do. Maybe they blackmailed him because he has a debts or is having an affair or I don’t know”
He doesn’t say and affair with you. It was just a guess, related to her reaction to the news. Beside, maybe Finnegan had more than one lover. Point was, he wasspeculating on why the man turned dirty and he didn’t want to make it sound liek it could be because of her, because it wasn’t. It was his. Any man in a relation couldn’t blame their lover for making them cheat on their girlfriend or wife. They had only themselves to blame.
He knew that after all.
[Izzy Montoya] She snorts when she mentioned having an affair, which pretty much clenches that she’s shared Finn’s bed at least once, maybe more. She doesn’t like to think she may have been part of his downfall, but well, she’d already thought about it. In the end it doesn’t matter, though, because He’s dirty, she’s not, and there’s going to be hell to pay one way or the other.
She sighs. “Whatever is done – I can’t be part of it. I just.. can’t. All I want to do is smack him in his fool face, and throttle him till he can’t breathe anymore. Then let him wake up, and throttle him some more.”
She shakes her head, knowing she’s balls deep in this anyway. “Maybe I’ll go talk to his wife.”
[Derek Anderson] He doesn’t seem to be judging her for lseeping with a married man. Every one makes their choicesand good or bad, they have to live with it. His hand leave her shoulder and he puts both on them behind him flat on the bed, his arm extended to keep him sitting.
“Well, you have many options: you can confront him, try to use him, plain shoot him, just denounce and well like you said, you can talk to him wife..but not sure if it’s a good thing. I assume you want t talk about him being on the mafia’s payroll..something she probably doesn’t know about. How will you handle that?”
Hewas curious. He didn’t look liek he wil lstop her, whatever she decide though.
[Izzy Montoya] “I don’t fuckin’ know.” She throws up her hand, frustrated, and then has the sense to put her coffee cup down on the night stand. She leans forward, folding in half, resting her forehead in her hands, her elbows against her knees.
Softer, then. “I don’t fuckin’ know. Don’t think I have any fuckin’ option at all, really, and that pisses me off more than anything else.”
[Derek Anderson] He moved behind her and pass his arms around her and hold her against him. His legs are on each side of her body. He has a feeling that she doesn’t like to feel this weak, this powerless and probably hates that it’s in front of someone else. She probably would prefer to be alone in this tate
But she wasn’t, he was there. He hold her against him to show her his supprt to lend some strenght because she need it right now. It’s not condescending or because he felt sorry ofr her. It was a hard moment, he was her friend, part time lover r at least occasional booty call and he said he would be there for her. He was right now, he will later if she need him as a man, kin, cop, friend..it didn’t matter
“You have options and none of them need you to act right now. Take some time, so you can think more clearly, take a step back. If you don’t trust yourself alone, I’ll be there. If you don’t want to deal with it, I will and we’ll see what you prefer me to do. It’s a shitty situation.”
He doesn’t say that she’ll deal with it and move one, they both know she will. A squeeze of his arm let her know that hew beleived she will rise above this.
[Izzy Montoya] He wraps himself around her again, and its a testament to how lost this situation makes her feel that she lets him. She lets him talk to her, lets him sooth her, even if later it’ll make her glare at herself in the mirror. She sighs, and shakes her head.
“I don’t step back, easily.” She doesn’t. Much more in your face kinda gal, Izzy.
[Derek Anderson] He nodded to her “I know. All I”m saying is take a day or two to think about it.”
Hisarms moe away from her body and he slightly slide back so he could move away from her and then shift and slide so he was sitting beside her, facing her “What do you want to do for now? Go home, go out, stay in, get your mind off things?”
He was looking into her eyes. He was in no hurry otlete her go, but wouldn’t keep her if she wanted to leave.
[Izzy Montoya] “I have to fuckin’ WORK with him….” Frustration, that….
and then she just sighs, and pushes up to stand, stretching slowly, uncaring that she’s naked still, that he can see all of her, scars and all.
“Shower, first. then… ” She shrugs, slightly, then offers a slight smirk. “Have something in mind?”
[Derek Anderson] He grinned at her “Oh you know, something that would probably make taking a shower quite useless”
He laid on the bed, looking at her “Then again we could go for a shower, bed, shower again then breakfast or well lunch before we both go to work. Or skip the first shower and come here. I’ll do my best so you think of nothing except what I’m doing to you and what you’ll do to me”
[Izzy Montoya] She arches a brow, slightly and pauses midstretch. “Oh really.” She leans a knee against the bed, then sets her weight on it to crawl over him, straddling his thighs as she crosses her arms under her slights breasts. She is lean, but with enough curves to take the the edge off, soften her just enough. Her features are still strong, too strong to make her really pretty, but with an attractiveness all her own.
She is Fenrir. Through and through.
“Typically my booty calls have left the building by now. I’ll let you off this time though, being as it’s your bed…”
[Derek Anderson] He put his big hands on her hips, looking at her with an amused smile “Guess I’m special then. Hell maybe I’ll even deserve a call back”
He grinned at her, enjoying the view, his body reacting to that view a little. He didn’t really beleive she’llcall him. Each time they slept together were either becasue he arranged a meeting and it ended that way or achance encounter. It was ok, things were how they were and he accepted that.
His hands moved from her hips to caress her belly and it’s scars then slowly moved up, reaching under her arms to part them then cupping her breasts, making them almost completly disapear in his hands, enjoying the feeling of her skin. He caressed them, teased her nipples with his thumbs for some time before one hand reaches behind her nad bringing her closer to him, to kiss her.
[Izzy Montoya] He grins up at her, and suggests he’s special. She smirks, slightly – special right now, perhaps. Perhaps not. She’s never made any promises, never made any suggestions that this is anything other than what it looks like, what it feels like: one night stands, occasional fuck buddies.
His hands slide over the scars on her lower belly, and she falls still, very still, tension weaving it’s way through her slender form. It’s not until he moves on that she relaxes again, arching her back into the tease along her breasts, her hands smoothing along his chest, as he pulls her down into his kiss.
It’s a kiss of promise – promised fullfillment, meant to take his thoughts away from those scars in particular. Her shoulder, her side – those she wears with pride, stories she tells with trademark ‘should see the other guy!’ comments. The others, though. Those, make her tense for some reason. And right now, that’s not the kind of tension she wants….
[Derek Anderson] He didn’t really care about the future, and how things are/will be. He knows what they won’t be and that’s ok. He also didn’t seem to care where and how she got the scars on her belly, like her other scars, he just accepted them and happened to touch or kiss them once in a while.
He kissed her deeply, fully, lustfully for that’s what it was, lust, physical attraction. When her body was pressed against his, his hands moved to grab her tight butt, squeezing it, his sex hardening against her now. There was something he found deeply attractive and arousing about Izzy and well, she probably knew by now the effect she had on him. It was his weakness maybe…danger and beauty. That’s what he was looking for in a partner.
He rolled over and started to kiss his way down, one hand moving ot caress her between her legs while his mouth stops to lick, kiss, suck and bite those perky breasts.
[Izzy Montoya] It’s lust. Passion. Physical attraction. She has never been one to shy away from what she wants, and she doesn’t now, either. He hardens against her, and she moans softly, hips curling against him as she melts into the kiss, her hands smoothing over his chest, along his sides. She is a weakness for him. He, perhaps, is a strength for her.
For now.
He flips her over and she chuckles, softly, her thighs parting for his caress, her back arching into his seeking lips, as her fingers curl into the hair at the nape of his neck, her other arm stretching up above her… letting him do to her as he will…
[Derek Anderson] He let two fingers lside inside her, curl slightly and find her sesible spot, rubbing it while he tease and lick her breasts, while his ahnd was caressing the other. Then he moved down along her belly, this time avoiding the cars simply because he noticed the tension earlier and he wanted her relaxed. He wanted into the right mood and so excited that she might scream loud enough to disturb the neighbords and he so didn;t care if they were distirbed
His mouth reached her sexand he kissedi t while his fingers were still moving inside her. His lipsand tongue found her clit and he kissed, licked nad flicked it in rythm with the movement of his fingers. If he minded that she hadn’t washed since last night, it didn’t show, his tongue and fingers moving skillfully, his desire and arousal evident in the may he pleasuring her
[Izzy Montoya] “oooohgod.” She moans as he slides his fingers within her, her mind on nothing but the pleasure he brings, the tension from before ignored, forgotten, lost in the wave of sensation he builds with his tongue, his touch…
She is not a shy person, never has been. She guides him with her cries, with her moans, with the curl of her hips, or the slight shift away… everything destined to bring her pleasure – and she has every intention of returning the favor, as well. Later. When she gets hers….
He’s skilled, and she’s relaxed and content, and lost in the swell of sensation. Her teeth sink into her lower lip, her back arches, and she tenses – but in a good way, this time. Her body takes over, sensation, passion, it reigns in complete control as he works her into a fever until she cums… the first of many for the morning.
She rolls him, this time, and takes control, sinking down onto him, until he pulses deep within her… she smiles then, no smirks, no amusement, just pure enjoyment of the moment, until she leans over him, and lays claim to his lips, possessively.
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It is hours later, when hair sticks to her, her skin glistens with exhertions sheen, and she stretches out in languid afterglow in his sheets… Only then does she let his fingers travel without stopping them, too tired, too relaxed to care. Only then does she let him ask the questions if he wants to ask – though she only explains the bullet wounds for what they are – badges of honor, and shakes her head should he ask of the others. Not now. Not yet. Perhaps not never.
And then? She demands more coffee. And a cigarette. Which she smokes, naked, on his balcony. Because she’s an exhibitionist, and she can wait to put her clothes back on. For at least a little while longer….
[Derek Anderson] He gave her as much as she gave him and it has been intense, like always. He laid beside her for some time before they both got up, him to get her some coffee and her to smoke naked on the balcony. His sex was aching from the many times he came with her in the lenght of 12 hours or so, but seeing her out during the day, it turned him on. He brought her a cup, standing behind her
“If we just hadn’t have sex as much as we have, I think I’d take you right here right now. Next time…we should do it somwehre public” He handed her a cup, caressing her butt brieftly before drinking his coffee. He said next time, because there will be one. When? He didn’t know but they would be lying ot each other if they believed otherwise. Most of their meetings seemed to end in bed..well maybe most of her meetings were like that..anyway, it will happen.
[Izzy Montoya] She just chuckles, and takes a moment to lean back against him. It’s a rare moment when she allows herself the illusion of comfort, of contentment. “So sure there’s a next time, hm?” It’s a tease, because she knows as well as he does, they’ll meet again.
And she has no qualms at all about doing it in public. It wouldn’t be the first time, and not likely the last.
[aaaaand fade – because Lessa must sleep.]
[Derek Anderson] ((all right…thanks for the scene))
[Izzy Montoya] (thank you! :) )