[Derek Anderson] It has been a few days since he had dropped a bomb on Izzy and he hadn’t heard from her since then. He was a little worried about the Fenrir, having looked in the newspaper in case a certain detective Finnegan was found dead. Having read or heard anything, he assume Izzy didn’t kill him..or hid the body well. Either way, he had called her to see if she was at home and told her he’d come over.
The tall, muscular young man was dressed in jeans, running shoes and a nice blue t-shirt, matching his eyes and fitting his upper body nicely. In one of his hands was a brand new bottle of whiskey. He would offer all the support he could and whiskey was always good support. And well, he also had to talk to her about something else. Something that happened after they had met.
He entered her appartment building went to the stairs and walked up. He didn’t need to since Izzy wasn’t with him but he did it anyway, to condition himself to take stars when his actions are asociated with IZyy and not have her go through the sensations she had to when she was at his place the other night. He stopped at her door and knocked.
[Izzy Montoya] She has been in a silent fury since that night. She has been distant at work, culminating in a confrontation earlier in the day, one where she threw the man against the lockers, threatened to choke him, threatened to rip his balls off, all while saying just three words. [leavemealoneleavemealoneleavemealone]
It’s hard. He’s been the one person that she thought she could count on – that had never let her down. And now this.
When Derek calls, there’s the noise of the xbox in the background muted for the moment, when she agreed to let him come over. Grudgingly, one might think, but the fact that she allowed it shows something. She’s not sure what, but well, it’s enough. When he knocks on the door, he might reflect that it’d be a miracle she could hear it with the noise of Call of Duty exploding in the background, but it pauses, and a moment later, she opens the door, and leans on the door frame.
She looks tired. Dark circles under her eyes, and just the sense of… exhaustion… clinging to her. She’s dressed for comfort, too – boxers, and a tank top.
“Hey.” a beat. “Come in.”
[Derek Anderson] He look at her for a moment nad it’s not related to what she was wearing, it was her face that held his attention, the way she looked tired, exhausted.
“I come bearing gift” He say as he stepped in, closing the door behind him, handing her th bottle of whiskey. He doesn’t ask her how’she’s doing. It was evident. Instead he said to her “I thought you might like some good company, a drinking buddy and maybe a decent gamer..all rolled into one. I found no one fitting that, so I volunteered”
He offfer her a small smile, teasing her a little. They both knew that he fitted that description. Their only gaming night proved them almost evenly matched, they have been drinking together a few times and if she didn’t think he was good company, he wouldn’t be here.
[Izzy Montoya] He doesn’t comment on her exhaustion, and for that she offers him the slightest curl of her lips in amusement – which widens briefly with his tease.
“I guess you’ll fuckin’ have to do, then…”
She steps back, and leads the way to the couch, secure in the knowledge he knows his way around enough to discover the glasses on his own. She flops back into her seat, pulling her controller into her lap, and take a drag from the cigarette burning in the ashtray – not the first, from the looks of it, either. She props it on the edge, then flops back into the couch. “Lemme finish this game and I’ll restart it as two player.”
and she dives right back in. There’s a comfort there, then – with him. Allowing him the run of her apartment while she resumes her game.
[Derek Anderson] He grin at her “I’ll do my best, but prepare yourself for a long evening” He said still in his teasing tone. He took his shoes off and went t the kitchen as she talks to him
“Take your time, I’m not in a hurry.” He disapears in the kitchen and came back a moment later with glasses. He seemed to be quite at home, moving around her place. It wasn’t like he acted liek he owned the place. It was more of a I’m used to this place now kind of thing. It was his third time there and he had a good memory.
He sat down on the couch, close to her but not touching, letting her focus on her game. The point of his visit wasn’t sex, though chancesare it’ll end that way. No it was a friendly visit, the ind one do when one of your friend eels down. They will probably not talk much about how she feels, he won’t ask, she probably won’t tell. But he knows she’ll understand the point of him being here and some part of her probably appreciate it.
He filled her glass, slid it near the ashtray and then filled his. He leaned back into the couch, one arm resting streched on the back of the couch, behind her, not in a clumsy attempt to pass his arm around her, but because it was comfortable that way.
[Izzy Montoya] She snorts, briefly, teasing in return. “Afraid to lose, again?” Though they both won in the last competition scenario played out in this apartment. Then her attention is taken by the screen, and the action on it, working the control with the negligent attention and relaxation that is suggestive of a great many hours spent right here, comfortable, blowing the hell out of things that she can control – for the most part.
Unlike real people.
He slides his arm along the back of the couch, and it gets him that lopsided smirk, again, if a bit absent-mindedly. After all, someone is trying to kill her on screen. The best thing he does for her is exactly what he’s doing now – he doesn’t ask. He doesn’t try to force her to talk, does try to push her to examine her feelings, so on and so forth. She appreciates that. It’s why she let him come over…
Sooner or later she gets blown to smitherines, and she mutters a “Fuckin piece of shit.” Before she leans forward to collect her glass and lean back again. “So. How’s tricks.”
[Derek Anderson] He had been drinking his glass slowly, his attention on the screen. He was relaxed, in no hurry to break the silence. They weren’t old friends, but it seem he understood her well and felt comfortable just being there.
“Well, I might have something for you, that could keep your mind off a few things. Someone’s been erasing the files I found and shut up those who gave me the info. I tried to back track that but got stonewalled. Maybe you’ll do better since they don’t know we know each other. Might be that other guy, Nick Hagar, might be someon else too”
He shook his head. He didn’t like being outplayed. He put his glass down on the table and reached for the second controller, getting ready to play. He was not in a hurry, being ok with conversing over the game or playing once they have stopped talking. Once again, just going with the flow and doing what’s needed to make her feel slightly better.
[Izzy Montoya] She arches a brow, slightly. “Erasing them? Seems ya got someone’s fuckin’ attention, then.”
She nods, slightly, and leans forward to take a drag, then stub out her cigarette, blowing the smoke off to the side. She then takes a swallow of her whiskey, before settling back to key the controller into a two person game, and start kicking ass and taking names.
Just how she likes it.
“Who all you talked too?”
[Derek Anderson] He start playing the game with her, his eyes on the screen.
“That was the point actually. I wanted to see who’s attention I got with my research but they are now one step ahead of me.” He shook his head brieftly, then start mentioning the names of those he talked to, what he did to get the files and how everything disapeared and how each reacted when he checked again. He gave them as much details as he could remember.
When one blew the other up, he downed the rest of his glass and refilled both. And then the killing started again.
[Izzy Montoya] She nods, slightly, committing the names to memory as he mentions them, as well as following everything he’d done to get the files. She scratches idly at the scar on her shoulder, before she goes back to the death and destruction on the screen.
“I’ll do some digging. Maybe it’ll make me feel less like killing fucking Finn. I doubt it, though.”
[Derek Anderson] He nodded to her “Thanks”
He is silent for a moment, playing agains her, trying to kill her, actually nudging or bumping her, even hidin her eyes with his hand once so he could get her, doing so in good humor, jsut to annoy her some and have her enjoying herself a little. He doesn’t overdo it though, both of them were too competitive to be silly about it for too long.
Each time their glass was empty, it was refilled at the next death.
[Izzy Montoya] She starts to relax as he teases her. He walks the fine line of fun vs. annoying, and she starts to return the favor, nudging his knee, arching her back slightly to show off her assets, even curling up against him at one point, before having to squirm away when he covers her eyes.
“Can’t win unless ya cheat, huh?” But it’s said with laughter, and kicks him lightly. Only to dive right back into the game again.
[Derek Anderson] He was smiling, and laughing good naturelly, easilly. He wasn’t as jaded as Izzy was, or as hard on the outside and maybe that’s why she was having some fun at the moment. Even though he was younger, he understood her some and yet he was different enough from her to get her to be well maybe more herself than she usually is in public.
“What? I don’t need to cheat, I”m just giving you excuses for kicking that sexy ass off yours” He said with a grin, playing again more serious for a few games, before his foot nudges hers again, their body constantly touching as the teasing brought them closer on the couch. He didn’t mind it at all, not letting taking his focus off the game, unless it was to tease her a little more.
[Izzy Montoya] So, the video game leads to something she rarely indulges in. No, THAT she indulges in often enough. THIS though… she relaxes, and she laughs. It also leads to a good natured fight over the remotes, which leads to wrestling, which somehow involves kissing, which leads to serious lack of clothing, which leads to…
Well.
Which leads to now. Breathless, still, and sprawled across her bed on tangled sheets, she has her eyes closed, Her arms falling to the side, even as she slides one leg along his, her inner thigh pressing against his hip….
“Whew.”
Indeed.
[Derek Anderson] Like every times they meet, things led to being in bed with her. It wasn’t even conscious, he pounder, it was just how things were with Izzy. He couldn’t help himself and to be honest, he didn’t felt like controlling himself either. The time they spent was always incredible and tonight had been exactly that, intense and incredible.
He laid on his back, his breathing starting to slow down, his body covered in sweat. His eyes were closed, just enjoying the moment, the feel of her leg against him, the softness on her hair as fingers played almost absently in them.
A smile appears on his lips when she made a small exclamation “Glad you feel the same as me”He grinned slightly. He had no problems with letting her know he loved everything hse did to him as much as it seem she enjoy what he did to her.
[Izzy Montoya] She huffs a breath, that was likely amusement, across his shoulder as fingers slide lazily along his belly, briefly. She doesn’t even bother to open her eyes, just lets the moment fill her as it always does – remind her that she is in control, that she can do as she please, and not EVERYTHING in her life is controlled by the Nation. Least of all this.
She’s a grown ass woman, and can do what she wants.
[discreetly, of course]
“Well, hopefully I don’t feel EXACTLY the same, or this would be just an exercise in masturbation for you.” Oh, and she’s got jokes now. There’s something almost… normal… when Izzy is caught with her metaphorical pants down. [and her real ones, too.]
[Derek Anderson] He chuckled at her words “Yeah I guess you’re right. Though if it was masturbation…I”m really good”
He said in a playful tone but complimenting her all the same. She was really good. He knew she was aware of that. The fingers in her hair move down to her back. It probably was the first time they actually were awake and sober after having sex..and it was strange but nice to have this little moment. Almost sensual and sweet.
Not that either would admit that it was that type of moment right now. He kept his eyes closed for the moment, content. He was sexually satisfied, Izzy seemed to be too and she appeared to have had a good time earlier as well. Mission accomplished it seem. Not that he mind those kind of mission and least of all with her.
[Izzy Montoya] She doesn’t admit a lot of things. She doesn’t admit she aches for John, late at night, when she’s in bed alone. Instead, she’ll suggest that she prefers it this way. She doesn’t admit to needing anyone, anytime, for anything. But age has proven her less bullet proof, and more vulnerable than she would like. She doesn’t admit that she could EVER be considered sweet. Ever. She does, after all, have a reputation to maintain.
She will admit she is a bitch.
She will admit she’s a fucking GOOD detective.
..but very, very little else. At least not verbally. The fact she hasn’t rolled away, gotten dressed, kicked him out… maybe there’s something to be said in that. Or maybe, she’s just too pleasantly exhausted to move yet.
She doesn’t say – but she does snort, amused, at his quip. “mmm. confident, too.”
[Derek Anderson] He smiled at her words “I doubt I’d have slept with you if I wasn’t. You’re not the type to enjoy spineless men”
He slowly shifted on his side, keeping her legs on him, now it was resting on his out thigh. He opened his eyes to look at her. He didn’t really care for the reason that he was allowed to linger in her bed. In his minds, whichever it is, meant one thing. She thought him good enough to keep around longer.
They might be still a long way from being close friends but they were a hell closer than they had been since their first meeting. He wasn’t sure she liked him per se, he know she didn’t like him in a romantic way. He was pretty sure she respected him, liked how he treated her and well there was no mistaking she was attracted to him. And that was good enough.
After all, he wasn’t in love with her, but he liked her, liked being around her and he won’t lie to himself. She was hot.
[Izzy Montoya] “True.”
He shifts position, and she mutters a protest, but allows her body to move with his, remaining close. She’d never admit this, either – sometimes its nice to not be alone. But well – that reputation thing. It’s always a plus to have someone compatible to fall into bed with, though. THAT much she’ll admit to.
“And just what am I the type to enjoy…” Lazy banter, ignoring the elephant in the room named Finn, and what to do about it…
[Derek Anderson] He shrugh “I think you enjoy someone who can challenge you some. Not just to challenge and piss you off but someone who will keep up with you, might force you to push your limits. I doubt that you like too much statu quo. Not saying you want ot be challenged all the time or don’t enjoy things when they quiet down some, but you’re ont one for the quiet familial life.
You need things to move and well people who will keep up or make things move as well”He shrugh “I mgiht be completly wrong too.” Then he grinned
“And you enjoy the type who can satisfy you” He say, back to teasing her, gently nudging her.
[Izzy Montoya] She still doesn’t open her eyes, though her lips curl into a slight smirk that might almost, some day, grow up to be an actual smile. “Well, Dr. Freud, maybe your right.” But that would mean, maybe he’s wrong too. She doesn’t really confirm either direction.
“Cept the last bit. That is most definitely the type I enjoy.”
She lifts an arm to scratch idly at the scar on her shoulder, before settling back into him with a content sigh. Before… “So. What am I going to do about Finn.” Leave it to her to include her object of irritation into pillow talk.
[Derek Anderson] He smiled when she doesn’t deny his assessment. She doesn’t confirm he’s right either, but he had a feeling he kinda hit the spot. He let one big hand rest on her hip, his eyes on her face. When she confirm that he was right about the sexual part of his diagnosis, he chuckled
“I know you some by now after all”
He closed his eyes some, relaxed then she speaks about Finn. He opened his eyes again “I don’t know Izzy. I told you the other night, there are possibilities, you need to find the one you’re most comfortable with”
[Izzy Montoya] “He knows something’s wrong. I can’t even fuckin’ look at him without wanting to rip his balls off.” Not really a nice picture to offer up the man she’s currently in bed with, but there it is.
She sighs, and rolls to her back, though she manages to stay close while she does so. She turns her face to the window, though, looking out to the darkened sky beyond her window, outside of her comfortable little world created here at home.
“What I want to do is confront him, and get specifics. I just don’t know if that will help or hinder when it comes to this Scarpezzi business.”
[Derek Anderson] He let his hand rest on her belly now, but not on her scars, above them. He listened to her and didn’t reply right away, thinking about what she should do.
“I think you’ll have to confront him, because the moment he assume you know about him being dirty, either he’ll try to disapear or maybe he’ll have a hit put on you. Best thing to do, would be to interrogate him then make him diapear, temporilly or permanently until this matter is over. I mean they know someone is checking for the connections, so if he disapears, they will be worried. They might make a mistake. Of course you and I will beome targets but I think we can handle this”
His voice was deep,calm, despite the fact they were talknig about kidnapping, interrogating nad maybe kill a man and also become targets of assassination themselves.
[Izzy Montoya] She nods, slightly, before letting her hand drift to cover his on her belly. She doesn’t say anything, not for a long time, long enough it might be thought that she’s asleep, but for the fact that her eyes are still open, staring out the window.
“I was thinking more along the lines of talking to him alone first. No interrogation. No making him disappear. Not yet. Maybe he wants out – maybe he just doesn’t know it yet…”
She still wants to think the best of him after all. That, and she can’t stomach (ha!) this particular interrogation. Not yet. Not unless she’s SURE he’s an enemy. And maybe not even then…
[Derek Anderson] He nodded to her words “It’s your call. If you think you can confront him without him disapearing after you leave him, then do so. I know he’s close to you, so I can only offer suggestions. If I feel you’re wrong I’ll tell you so. But at the same time, you need ot deal with this your own way”
He doesn’t move, doesn’t intertwine his fingers with her. It seem her hand on his was enough. He did lean to kiss her shoulder once, maybe a mark of affection or support or he felt likw it. Her skin felt good on his lips after all. He looked back at her face, watching her.
[Izzy Montoya] “If he disappears, then it proves he’s dirty. And I’ll have reason to send Roman after him.” Roman, the ragabash of the last watch, and an all around excellent tracker. She doesn’t sound determined when she says it – just tired. As if the thought of that being the outcome is one she can’t face yet.
One step at a time, Montoya.
He doesn’t move his hand, but instead kisses her shoulder, and lips curve into a slight smirk, playful around the edges, knowing full well that he watches her. “Keep that up, and we won’t be leaving this bed to deal with any outside situations for a while…”
[Derek Anderson] He grinned at her words “That’s why God invented phones. We’ll put someone else on the problem” He moved his hand slowly to have in on her side and brought her gently against him some more and then kissed her lips.
His words had been teasing, his kiss brief, but enjoyable if she want it to be. He odesn’t do anything else for the moment, even relaxing his arm so she can pull away from him a little and return to her former position.
“And you’re right, if he runs, his guilt will be fairly evident.” He says, returning ot the original conversation “If he odees, Roman or we can track him down.”He didn’t know who Roman was, but if Izzy trusted him, he would too.
“And let me know if oyu want me to handle anything”He said, acknowledging how deafeated and tired she sounded and was. It might be the first time in the evening he did so, but she sounded like it weighted heavilly on her and he felt liek he should tell her again that she doesn’t have to be alone at bearing that particular weight.
[Izzy Montoya] She chuckles, briefly, before he kisses her, and she lets him – even returning it with a soft sigh as fingers slide up along the back of his neck, to hold him there. This she understands. This she can do. This makes sense – and feels good, and lets her forget… if only for a moment.
He returns to the conversation though, and she lets her fingers fall along his skin till resting on his hand on her belly again. She can’t help the tease… “I remember when I was young and idealistic..” Like him, she means, as it’s no secret she’s quite jaded at this point. She has been for some time – though in truth, very little of it really has to do with the Police Force, or her work there.
It’s the Nation, and all it steals away from her.
[Derek Anderson] He grinned at her words, his hand slowly moving on her flat stomach, caressing it “Hmmm maybe I’ll rub off you and make you feel that way again”
He knows he’s still pretty young and so far he has been lucky, with the Force and the Nation. Eventually, he’ll pay the price, like they all did. But for now, he was young, most of the time optimistic, in great shape and in good company. He had nothing he could complain about in his life.
There was not much to be added for the moment about Finn and what to do with him, so he start kissing her neck a little, nibbling at the skin, moving to do the same with her jawline “Maybe I should rubb off you some more”He said, teasing her
[Izzy Montoya] He grins – and she laughs, softly, but it is an honest laugh, a real moment of amusement as he caresses her belly. He is young, he has time to learn to hate them for what they will take, what they will assume, how much they will drain from him. But for now, he is young and optimistic… and she lets go of his hand so that his can roam where it likes, while tipping her head, stretching her neck to bare it to his whims.
“Maybe… if you think you’re able…”
She stretches, slowly, under him, a sensuous movement that has her pressing closer against him with a content little sigh… Her eyes close, allowing her to lose herself to everything but the feel of his lips on her skin, along her jaw.
[Derek Anderson] His hand moved between her legs, fingers vteasing labias and clit, rubbing her slowly for the moment “I think I can actually”
And he was already bacing his words, for as she pressed against him, as he felt her sex under his touch, as he kissed her skin and found her lips again to kiss her fully and deeply, his own sex was hardening, telling her he could go at it again at least once. He was still young after all and as most young men, had a lot of stamina.
His fingers were now rubbing her clit faster, shifting slightly so two of them slid inside her once she was wet again, curling to rub her snesitive spot, leaving his thumb to caress and tease her clit.
[Izzy Montoya] Her thighs part to allow him access, a soft sound of appreciation at the back of her throat that rolls into another soft chuckle with his confidence.
There is a reason that she sees a variety of men, a variety of ages – there’s something different, something to appreciate with each one for many reasons – be it their stamina, their knowledge, their brashness, their ferocity, even their Rage… each has a reason that brings her to them, and has her seeking – and finding – satisfaction in the slide of skin against skin, the press of hardened heat deep within the silken confines of her own burn, the ability to forget anything, everything else for a while.
A good long while as luck would have it.
Her chuckle falls quickly into moans, and she reaches for him, body opening, mind clearing of anything but giving him the same pleasures he delivers to her with his touch. Conscious thought fades, until there is nothing but heat – hers, his, theirs – nothing but the soft cries of mutual desire, each fighting for something greater than justice, then right or wrong..
…for satiation.
…for completion.
She gives him everything in these moments, these hours. She holds nothing back – nothing sexual, anyway – opening to him as a flower to the sun, until they are left burning under the fading heat even as the sun begins to rise outside the window.
Her sweat-slicked skin glistens as she fights to catch her breath, her heart still hammering against her ribs, her muscles twitching under her skin in aftermath’s delight. She licks her lips, tasting him there, and peers up at him through her lashes, her legs tangled with his, feeling his weight atop her as she dances nails idly along his back – where she’s already left her mark through the night.
“Mmmmmm.” It’s all she’s capable of saying after that.
[Derek Anderson] She offered herself to him and he took everything he could, not in a selfish way but so both would lose themselves in the other. And he offered himself too and she did the same thing. It left them aching, panting, sweating, but blissfully satisfied.
Tehy weren’t a couple and those moments weren’t regular, but one thing was for sure, he seemed intent on leaving an impression everytime and enjoying their time to the fullest. Her nails run along his back, rubbing the red trails she had left earlier, the pain and pealsure making him shiver slightly and he had to grin at that
He doesn’t say anything, still inside her, leaning his head so his forehead meet hers a moment, trying to control his breathing. Evnetually, reluctantly, he slide out of her and flops on the bed, on his back, a soft smile on his lips.
[Izzy Montoya] They weren’t a couple, this wasn’t regular – but one has to wonder if it would hold the same anticipation, same satisfaction if it were. She’s no where near ready to take such a chance as that, and contents herself just fine with the lazy little grin as he presses his forehead to hers. There’s a soft intake of breath as he slides from between her thighs, her hips curling into him, even as he pulls away, before she relaxes back to the bed again.
He smiles. She does too.
She waits, quietly, for a while, until her breath is almost back to normal, until she can reach down to grasp her tangled sheet, and pull them up over them, until she can brave quivering muscles to curl to her side, sliding a leg over his, her hand over his belly, to place her head on his shoulder.
She doesn’t say anything. Maybe she doesn’t have too. It’s entirely possible there’s nothing to say, lost in the heady contentment of afterglow.
[Izzy Montoya] [I can figure out what’s going on! Even if Kahseeno is a WHORE.
Perception+Investigation]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 5, 5, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6) Re-rolls: 3
to Derek Anderson
[Izzy Montoya] [Kahseeno, you WHORE. I can do better than that!
Perception + Investigation!]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 5, 5, 5, 6, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6) [WP] Re-rolls: 1
to Derek Anderson
[Derek Anderson] (witnessed)
to Izzy Montoya
[Izzy Montoya] [Ha. Maybe I can’t do better than that. *L*
One more. Just in case.]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 4, 5, 5, 6 (Failure at target 6)
to Derek Anderson
[Izzy Montoya] {hahhaha! or not. I’m done! *L*}
to Derek Anderson
[Derek Anderson] (winessed once more ;))
to Izzy Montoya
[Derek Anderson] He feel her shift beside him and press herself against him. He curl one arm lazilly around her. It wasn’t meant to be possessive, or even protective. It was just good to have her there. They had a wonderful evening/night, something they’re bound to do again. Even if he was dating, he feared he couldn’t stay away from the Fenrir Kin.
It wasn’t love, it was something deeper, more visceral, almost animal. She was liek him on many levels and he might become someone like her as the years past. It’s a possibility both are aware. They certainly weren’t soulmates or anything that romantic.
Yet they certainly were kindred spirits and it was hard to stay away from one. Well that’s what he thought and how he felt. He had no intetion to fight it. They lay in silence, and he found out there wasn’t anything they could say or do that would make the moment better. In fact there wasn’t much they could say or do that wouldn’t ruin it.
There was one thing that would end it well “Good night Izzy”He said to her, eyes closed now and determined to enjoy hhow she felt until sleep take him.
[Izzy Montoya] Fingers curl against his chest, briefly, before spreading along his skin, feeling his heartbeat under her hand. She does not fool herself that this might be love, might last, might become an actual relationship. That had been reserved for John for so very long, she isn’t sure she’d even know how to release that strangle hold on the concept, even if she wanted too.
But she is content, with him here in her bed, for as long as it lasts. Which will be at least until morning coffee, as his breathing slows and deepens, and hers does as well. “Mmmmm night, Derek.”
She tilts her head, slightly, to press a kiss up under his jaw, and then curls closer, touching him in as many points as possible, her body relaxing against his until it’s clear she will sleep – and sleep well – for a good long time.
Sometimes – that’s all she can ask for, all that she needs.