[Derek Anderson] It was late evening and people were out in clubs, partying despite th cludy weather and threat of rain. The weather was fairly warm so peopel were walking down the streets, hopping from club to club, or even from bar to bar.
After his shift, Derek had called Izzy, flrited with her some on the phone with a grin and asked her to join him for drinks and well, they both know where it’ll end after. He had picked a small quiet bar in Cabrini, so they could talk, shoot some pool, probably bet something or another on a few games. They tended to do that, be competivei with the other.
In the end, it always ended with a win for both.
He was there, waiting, dressed in boots, jeans, a t-shirt fitting him nicely, his leather jacet on the back of a chair, bottle of whiskey and two glasses already on the table. He knew what she liked and always enjoyed pleasing her.
[Izzy Montoya] She sounded tired, on the phone. Strained. A case wasn’t going well, dealing with Finn, feeling rather helpless, Patrick’s leaving – what he said and how he said it – and just.. everything is causing her not to sleep very well, if at all. But Derek’s flirting, his assurance of where things would end up, how utterly uncomplicated it is, and the fact that she usually ends up exhausted enough to sleep, to wake more clearheaded….
she said yes.
And so it is, after he waits a while, she enters the establishment. She’s dressed as she always is – slacks, tailored blouse, blazer hiding the weapon at the small of her back. Her hair is down, her shoulders tense, the bags under her eyes carrying luggage of their own. But, she’s still Izzy.
She shoves the phone into her pocket, and makes her way to the table and takes a seat, grabs a glass and the bottle and starts to pour. “Sometimes I fuckin hate this city.” And a pleasant evening to you, too, sir.
[Derek Anderson] He grin “You look like shit” And how are you doing Miss?
He tilt his head a little, a gesture of: are you ok? He doesn’t ask the question, Izzy will talk about her problems if she wants to. And maybe ont here but in bed she will. She always tended to be more relaxed after, more talkative, at least about personal things.
Right now, the back and forth banter between them will be enough. The drinks and them being who they are will do the rest. He was relaxed in his chair, rasing his glass to her
“To another nice evening then” He smiled to her.
[Izzy Montoya] She smirks – her default expression, of course, though even it lacked it’s normal punch. She lifted her glass and nods in return, tossing back a healthy swallow or two, grimacing at the taste, before she takes a breath. “Yeah.” Answer to the unasked question, maybe, or perhaps just an agreement that she looks like shit. Or that they’ll have a nice evening. She doesn’t clarify.
She drags a hand through her hair, and scratches at the base of her skull briefly, before nodding. “So. How’s tricks.”
Anything to avoid talking about her stresses.. natch.
[Derek Anderson] “Better than you it seem”He said after downing half of his glass. “I’m hoping to change that for you.” He grinned at her
“Seriously, same old mostly, except there’s this Lord woman who has decided I was Lord material it seemed” He look amused at the notion. He shrugged “Anyway, it’s not very important, just funny”
He finished his glass and refileld his then hers once it was over “So anything new on your side?” He ask watching her for a moment.
[Izzy Montoya] She arches a brow, and smirks. “There is more kin poaching in this town than I’ve ever seen. Best watch yourself, or you’ll be mated and elevated to baby-daddy status in no time…” It’s a wonder she’s avoided it herself, really, and even she can’t explain why or how – just continue on doing what she does, and fighting the good fight. Or some shit like that.
“Not really. Just a couple cases that keep threatening to go wonky, despite my reputation for untangling the untanglable.”
[Derek Anderson] He nodded to her “Well if it happens, i might have to kill her in her lseep”He said and he kinda sounded serious. “She'[s attractive and could be fun for a while. But not a forever kind of thing” He shrugged again
His eyes focused on her when she talks about cases “Well if you want, I can always have a look at them. I’m pretty perceptive. Who knows, might be helpful. Beside, it gives me an easy excuse to come over your place you know” He say with a playful grin
He drank from his glass, more slowly this time. He wasn’t in a hurry to be drunk, if at all. He prefered enjoying her sober. Though doing it completly shitfaced with her had been quite fun as well.
[Izzy Montoya] She snorts. “That’s not as easy as you’d think.” Sounds like the voice of experience there, in some ways. “And don’t let them hear you joking around like that shit – you’ll end up on lock down and then where would I be when I needed a drink, hm?” Because it’s all about her… though she’s clearly joking. at least a little.
She nods, slightly. “Maybe. I think someone’s throwing a wrench in it – trying to discredit me, really. And since I can’t explain away my ‘hunches’ with actual concrete reasoning due to the nature behind them…”
He’s been around long enough now to have heard stories about Detective Montoya and her gut instinct. She is never wrong, and it breeds contention, as well as admiration. And she never explains how or why… just says its a gut feeling.
She snorts though. “Like you need an excuse…”
[Derek Anderson] He smiled at her “And I don’t hear you complaining”
He smiled a little and leaned forward, glass in hand, elbows on the table, arms crossed “As for them, I don’t joke about that around them, don’t worry. Though anyone trying to tie me down is better be ready to share. For I”m in no hurry to stop seeing a certain detective”
He grinned crookedly then turn it into a smile “As for your case, let mecheck them later. I have those hunches too, maybe to a lesser extent, so I might help figure out how they are slowing you down.”
[Izzy Montoya] He doesn’t hear her complaining. “Because I wasn’t.” Then she chuckles. “Seeing each other – is that like dating? Are you going to start bringing me flowers and singing me love songs, Detective?” Her lips curl into a bemused smirk, before she leans back in her chair, and stretches briefly. Afterwards, she curls forward to place her elbows on the table.
He doesn’t have hunches like she does. She chuckles again, briefly. So very few people know exactly what she can do – its safer that way. But now that she doesn’t have Finn as a buffer, John as a go between, even Sarge is demanding to know what’s going on – part of him wants her to just solve the cases already, like usual, but he’s also wondering just HOW she does it.
She can’t tell them anything. “Allright.” She agrees, even if she’s not sure how it’ll help.
[Derek Anderson] He chuckled at her words “In your dreams easy..and I mean those induced by chemically mind altering drugs. By seeing you I mean get drunk, get laid and have a good time. Nothing complicated.”
He lean back in his chair with a grin, drinking from his glass. He knew what her hunches were, or he thoguht he know…intuition. Something some kin had and helped them go through life one step ahead of the rest of humanity, sometimes even from the enemy. He was intuitive, jsut ont asmuch as others. But he was getting better at it, maybe experience was honing that talent.
He nodded when sh agreed to let him check the files “So tomorrow during hte day maybe? Or early this week. Let me know” Meaning..you decide the next time we play.”Speaking of play
“Want to shoot some pool?”
[Izzy Montoya] She snorts. “I always decide – you just think you do.”
Then she tips back her glass, refills it, and eyes the pool table. She takes her blazer off, the handle of her weapon in it’s holster gleaming in the low light at the small of her back, and shrugs. “Sure – long as you don’t mind losing.”
Big words – though pool is actually a game she doesn’t excel at. Yet.
[Derek Anderson] He grin “Believe what you will” He got up and headed to the pool table putting money in it for the pools to come out. She could notice he had his weapon stashed in his jeans. He place them in a triangle and then smiled at her “You break. And let’s play for something. Since you are so confident, you get to decide what happens if I lose…or what happen if I win”
He picked acue and watched her with a playful twinkle in his eyes. Last time they bet, he picked decided for what they played and lost..kinda. Let her decide today.
[Izzy Montoya] She notices everything. Even when she doesn’t want too – but for now, the placement of his weapon is noted. Just in case it’s needed, sort of thing since she’s worse than a boy scout when it comes to being prepared. She snorts as he proposes they bet.
“That so. We’d best start small, perhaps let you build your confidence before I crush you.” She grabs a cue, and chalks the end. “Loser provides breakfast in bed – and NOT just coffee and advil. THe whole nine yards.” Which could be dangerous for him, since she doesn’t cook.
[Derek Anderson] (let’s play)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 4, 4, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Izzy Montoya] [Game one!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 6, 6, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Derek Anderson] He grin at her “Really? Hmmm i think i better lose this one. Might be safer for my continued survival.” He winked and stepped back letting her break the triangle. Slowly he starts to play against her, picking up his shots. He wasn’t trying his hardest, not yet. Breakfast in bed and cooking it wasn’t a problem for him, he was a decent cook.
Yet a few lucky shots in a pretty even matched game ended up with him sinking the 8 ball once both had no more balls left. He grinned at her “Well, seem like I”m going to have a nice breakfast tomorrow” He said, letting incertitude creep in his voice..teasing her about her ability to feed him.
[Izzy Montoya] She snorts, as he wins, and grabs the chalk to attack the edge of her cue. “I can cook.” A lie, and they both know it. “Besides, maybe for me the whole nine yards IS coffee and cereal.” But she’s got that teasing smirk going. She’s not actually THAT hopeless in the kitchen. Just hopeless enough.
“Name your terms, sir.”
[Derek Anderson] He leaned against the table, beside her, tilting his head. “Hmmmm, how many games do you want to play?”
He grin when she answers and then move away from the table and find himself behind her and say in her ear “How about oral sex? Loser gets on his or her knees to pleasure the other when we step inside whoever’s place we end up tonight?”
He body was pressed slgihtly against hers, his tone playful, one hand moving to her hip.
[Izzy Montoya] She smirks, and arches a brow as she looks down at his hand on her hip. She’s not one for public displays – unless one calls fucking in random bathrooms public, which she’d have to say been there, done that, but causal contact? Not so much. She doesn’t push his hand away though, she just nods.
“Alright.” And racks them. “You break.”
All business now… maybe.
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Derek Anderson] (game 2)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 5, 5, 6 (Failure at target 6)
[Derek Anderson] He broke the balls and the game was afoot. He wasn’t still playing as well as he could, the prize was fun either way. He was teasing her while they played, and didn’t pay as much attention to the game as he should’ve have. Or maybe Izzy had been faking it during the first game.
No matter the reason, she sank the 8 before he had cleared most balls from the table. He frowned at her then grinned “All right, you have been playing less than you could earlier…or you really want me to go down on you”
He start setting up for the next game “All right, you break and you pick” Next game, he’ll play for real now. It was time to be competitive.
[Izzy Montoya] “Well some prizes are worth more than others…” She chuckled softly, and leaned a hip against the table as he reracks. “Or maybe just the thought of you on your knees inspired me…”
That smirk curves knowingly across her lips as she gives the next prize consideration. “Massage. Full body – hot oils, the whole works. Not necessarily to end with sex, definitely to end with a nap.”
A nod, slightly. For the exhausted detective, it’s likely a prize she’d kill for… barroom skills – don’t fail her now!
[game 3!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 5, 7, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Derek Anderson]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 4, 6, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Derek Anderson] She broke the triangle, pocketing a ball already. It seem the tough Fenrir wanted a relaxing massage badly. She sunk 2 more before it was his turn. He played well, but it seem she was possessed by the poolhall gods. Never once she sunk only one ball, ending the game swiftly.
At least this time he performed better. He passed a hand in his hair, tilting his head “Damn, youreally let me go easy with the first game” He grinned, bumpingt her slightly
“All right, you want your massage tonight or at a time of your choosing?”
[Izzy Montoya] “Tonight. After you service me in the entry way.” Said almost primly, though there is a glint of humor in dark eyes. She’s enjoying this, and he knows it. Her competitive spirit alive and kicking, always… even in fun. Maybe especially in fun.
She leans against the table near him, close enough to touch, close enough to feel her warmth, though she doesn’t do more than nudge his hip in return. “Your choice. If its really good, I might let you win….
[Derek Anderson] He grinned at her words..service her. Oh that he will and with great pleasure. Last game…so how about all or nothing? Or something like that “How about sex…at the location of the winner’s choosing? Tonight, before the servicing and the massage…if you can handle all of that”
He smiled at her and motion her to break. It should be an interesting game.
(last one)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 6, 7, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Izzy Montoya] “I can handle anything you throw at me…” He names his terms, and she nods, accepting them, before she steps in to break…
{game four!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 4, 4, 6, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
[Derek Anderson] And they played for the foutth time. This time both meant it and they kept sinking balls after balls until only the 8 ball was left. Derek’s turn was up and hit the ball directly and t went for the right corner pocket. He smiled as it looked like it would og in but it dribbled at the trance of hte pocket and stayed there, just on the edge.
Izzy almsot only had to sneeze on it to win. SHe sunk it eaasilly and he shook his head “You are jsut unbelievable Izzy. I’ll finda way to beat you at something, I swear I will”
He grinned nad put the cue back and headed toward the table to fill thir glasses again and drank form it “So..what will be the location of your choosing?” he ask, watching her
[Izzy Montoya] She laughs outright when the win comes down to a nudge, and just shakes her head. “Admit it, you like it when I top you.”
….duh.
She sets the cue on the table, and goes back to their whiskey, to finish her glass. Then? She just grabs the front of his shirt, turns, and hauls him toward the ladies room. He did say he wanted to fuck her in public- and well, this will do.
[Derek Anderson] He downed his glass and follwoed her “I certainly like you on top” He chuckled nad smield when she pulled him toward the ladies room. Their minds certainly owrked alike. This is where he would have taken her if he had won..well maybe the man’s room.
Anyway, seem liek he would have his wish, to fuck her in a public place. The ofrst or probably a few times. He had a feeleing they will enjoy doing that once in a while. He let her lead him inside. She won, she decided how she wanted it.
[Izzy Montoya] She decides. She always decides, really. She decides who, and when, and where. She decides how often she will say yes, when she will say no. She decides this, no matter what the Nation decrees – to spite them, or to simply exert her independence. She serves The Nation in many other, more necessary ways. Her womb and the contents (or lack thereof) of it are her business alone, and how she choses to enjoy herself? The same.
This time, she chooses in the bathroom, with the Silver Fang who has a fondness for fucking, who’s good enough at it she allows him to come back for more. The door is hardly closed behind them before she presses him against it, kissing him hard, demanding, letting herself forget in those moments the stresses of her day. She thumbs the lock, and then backs away toward the mirror, the sink, her lips leading him to follow her, move with her, as her hands make short work of his belt buckle, the fastenings of his jeans… cool fingers dipping under denim to stroke him to full hardness in seconds…
At the sink, she turns and presses back against him, her own slacks unfastened and shoved down – before she bends into him – a arm bracing against the mirror, her eyes dark as she watches him.
She doesn’t say anything. She doesn’t have too. This is what she wants – here, and hard, and now.
[Derek Anderson] He doesn’t need her to speak for he knew what she wanted and how to give it to her. She stroke him to hardness, both their lust feeding on each other and he was hard quickly. She lower her slacks presses unto his hard sex that he guides into her, letting it slide easilly into her warm, tight and wet sex.
Hands on her hipsm he start moving inside her hard, fast, withoutsensuality or sweetness..it was pure fucking: passionate, wild, animal. God she felt good around his sex, looknig quite good too with her ass out like that.
He mvoe at aquick pace, pounding her roughtly until he could feel himself near his climax, knowing hse was probably near it too. Holding it as long as he could he finally explode inside her, filling her, with his seed, unworried about it. He knew she was on the pill.
He sowly stop after he was done, letitng both of them catch their breath.
[Izzy Montoya] Well, he knew she was on something – which was enough. It was passionate, it was lust, it was hard and fast, and exactly what she wanted – needed. She watched him in the mirror, at first, until her fingers curled against the glass, and she lost herself to the sensations. The climax comes fast, comes quickly, and as she tightens around him, she cries out – softly, compared to as vocal as she can be, in deference to their location.
Muscles quiver, and she trembles as they catch her breath, even as she smirks at him through her hair in the mirror. “See. We both win.”
And how.
[Derek Anderson] He grinned at her words “Yeah we usually do”
He slowly pull out of her,caressing her exposed ass briefly before he let her put her slacks pack on. He tucked himself in after wiping his sex a little and the zipped his jeans up and tied his belt. He has a satisfied smile on his lips.
“Well…should we head to you or my place for the rest of your prizes? We can always drink there” He say, watching her without shame. He liked looking at her.
[Izzy Montoya] She pulls up her slacks, fastening them, and takes a moment to smooth her hair in the mirror, before she turns to look at him again. She smirks, slightly. “My place.” She brushes past him, her hand sliding along from hip across his groin, to his other hip, before she absently slaps his ass and unlocks the door.
“You’re not done servicing me, after all.”
And if she has to make him breakfast in bed – its better to have the resources she has at home. Namely – the number of a place that delivers.
[Derek Anderson] He grinned when she slapped his ass “I guess my job is not over, Milady”He said teasing her. He followed her out, and wlaked wit her out of the bar. They both had their car, or of she wanted, he could drive her. Either way, they will get to her place. He knew where it was by now.
He walked up the stairs with her and went inside after her. He closed the door behind then as he knelt, undoing her slacks and pullnig them down, with her panties and started to kiss the skin around her sex, her labias, her clit. After a moment, his tongue started to work expertly over her most sensitive parts, probing deep inside her before moving back to her clit. By now, he knew what she liked and did it that way.
[Izzy Montoya] “Not by a long shot.” She chuckles, and after a stop at the table to collect her blazer, she drives herself to her place, meeting him in the parking lot. They take the stairs, because she always takes the stairs. He had seen her reaction to his elevator, and though hers is in perfect working order, there is no question it won’t be used. Three flights is nothing, after all- despite the way she smokes and drinks.
She is Fenrir. There is very little that could possibly slow her down.
They are barely inside the door when he’s on his knees – she has just enough time to unclip her weapon and toss it on the table with her keys, before she’s spread, leaning back to let him work his magic – and it is magic indeed. HE remembers each sensitive spot, exactly how she likes to be licked, touched, tongue fucked. Here, she is vocal with her appreciation, her body reacting to him instantly, her grip on the table’s edge all that keeps her upright as he brings her to climax, her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him tight against her….
“Oh fuuuuuuck.” Her comment, as she relaxes, thigh muscles quivering as she fights for breath. She chuckles, briefly, fingers smoothing back his hair, before she stands, and kicks the rest of the way from her pants, ditches her blazer, and the ankle holster, followed by the rest of her clothing as she heads to the bedroom. “Massage oil’s in the bathroom cabinet.”
Oh she plans on getting EVERY bit of her winnings tonight…. and she was serious about the massage ending in a nap, too. Lucky for him, it was only a couple hours, before she woke, reached for him, and gave him his own reward for being such a good sport, thrilling in how much better her aching muscles feel after his careful consideration.
This time it’s languid, slow, playful… but no less intense as they exploded together. And, true to her word – hours later, she serves him breakfast in bed.
Delivered hot and fresh from the diner down the street.
The tall, muscular young blond man was dressed in jeans, running shoes, t-shirt and heavy leather jacket. Hisday had bene ok, except for the going to work for a few hours part. He had seen Kristen earlier, then work and now he was alone, walking in the almost deserted park, wondering if he should head home for food, or og somewhere. Maybe grab a drink too. Might do some good.
Hell he could even call Izzy, see if she was up for something bad. She probabbly was. He grinned at the thought, looking around, not making a decision yet.
[Rory] She’d been to the junk yard today, and worked on the generator, and almost broken a finger with a stubborn bolt – so decided to take a break. So, we have a redheaded Full Moon, under the press of Luna’s pregnant weight, sitting on top a picnic table. No one would come close enough to sit, anyway, as she fairly burns with Gaia’s blessings. In fact, there’s quite the wide circle around her that no one will breach.
She doesn’t seem to mind, though. Her legs are crossed on the table, and she has Ruarc’s guitar in her lap. An earbud in with the other dangling by the cord that goes to the MP3 player giving her lessons, and she strums along.. carefully, cautiously…. She doesn’t seem to be paying attention to her surroundings..
but she doesn’t seem to be a lot of things, does she?
[Derek Anderson] No one would breach the circle, especially with an Ahroun possessing such high rage, during her moon…no one except..him. Hell some kinfolk might not dare it from the intense feeling alone. He wasn’t most kinfolk, beside he know her and knew she didn’t mind his presence usually.
He stepped closer, judging the wind and placing himself so his scent will reach her a long time before he does. He wait near, silent, until she look at him. He offer her awarm smile
“Good evening beautiful, ow are you doing?”Yes he know she’ll blush, he knows he’s teasing her but it was fun, didn’t harm anyone and seem to make her happy. He liked seeing her smile.
[Rory] She does look up, eventually, the notes falling into a lingering silence, a she tips her head slightly. He calls her beautiful, and she blushes, and hides behind her curls, reaching up to scratch at the back of her neck idly.
“Hi.”
He’s teasing, and knows it. she knows it too, but it doesn’t stop the blush, or the shy little grin. “Good. You?”
[Derek Anderson] He was still smiling and moved to sit beside her “I’m doing pretty good, how about you? Learning to play the guitar?”
He looked into her eyes when he spoke, hs body close to hers. It felt strange t him thatshewaswarmer than him, but he didn’t mind. Her rage washed over him and what would make someone edgy, seem to simply relax him.
He lean against the bench “Any plans tonight?’
[Rory] He breaches the circle around her, and comes to sit at her side, close enough to feel the heat of her, born of supernatural means. If her outer skin is this warm, making one think to touch her is to burn – it makes one wonder what the core of her is like how close to the core of Rage it would be to share intimacy, to be that much closer….
She nods, slightly. “Ruarc tas weaching me. Adara helps now.” She pats the MP3 player too, before pulling the earbud from her ear and turning it off. “This too.”
As for plans, she shrugs a shoulder, absently. “Rot neally.”
[Derek Anderson] He nodded “Adara? I think hse’s my girl’s roomate. I heard she was an ok girl. Never met her now. Anyway, sounds liek you’re getting pretty good at it. I’d love to hear you play.”
He tilt his head “No plans huh? Well..how about we grab something to eat at a drive through, or just for me if you’re ont hungry then we can head to my place and we can eat, have a few drinks and you play…or we can find something close and come back here so you can play…if oyu’re in the mood for it that is.
If not, we can do whatever you desire”
[Rory] She tips her head, slightly. “gour yirl? Congrats.” It’s offered with sincerity, though it is something she will never get to have, something she is completely forbidden. It is one thing of many, but certainly the one she is reminded off most often – she cannot have a mate she cannot love, she is forbidden.
So they move on to plans, instead, and she blushes, and nods. “Ok. I’m not gery vood…” Which isn’t strictly true, as she practices hard, and is determined to return Ruarc’s guitar to him someday, having learned all he meant for her too and more besides.
She lifts a shoulder into a light shrug, and reaches behind her to put the guitar into the case. “We gan co.” His place is safe, after all, since he has a girl.
[Derek Anderson] He nodded “All right…and no need to congratulate me. We’re dating..she hasn’t claimed me yet. Not sure I want to be claimed either, not now. But i’t might not be something I have control over.”
He shrugh. He knew she would understand that sometimes, you have your place and there’s nothing to be done about it
He got up and offered a hand to her “So until then, I enjoy my life, see what fate brings me” He help her up and start walking toward his car.
[Rory] He offers a hand, and she slips her fingers – pale and so very fragile looking, though not without a certain grace – into his and lets him help her down. She nods her understanding at his feelings about being claimed… then, with a slight shrug. “You have a choice. More than some.” A beat. “More man the.”
She has none. She is forbidden.
She shrugs it off though, and follows him toward his car, slinging the guitar over her back, so that the strap is across her torso, diagonally. She carries it easily, just as she would her backpack if it were with her. It’s not. She has finally started to venture from the packhouse without carrying everything she owns on her back – its a step. A good one.
[Derek Anderson] He nodded “I do have a choice. Right now, I”m unsure of my path. And you know, you do have a choice too you know. It’s trickier but still…I”m sure there are ways for you to get what you want.”
He wasn’t quick to release her fingers but let then go gently. He looked at her as they walk, at a comfortable pace. He was in no hurries. “It all depends on what you desire”
He was leading her toward the exit of the park, his car was parked there.
[Rory] “I have no choice.” There is no chance to get what she might want, there is no chance for her. The laws of the nation are unchanging unrelenting, unforgiving. She is metis, she is mule, there will be no mate for her. Never.
There is no arguing the point. So few understand.
He holds her fingers a little longer than strictly necessary, and she blushes again, heat sliding under her skin, though the effect is somewhat covered by the night sky. He thinks she might be able to get what she desires, if she is tricky. She just shrugs. She knows better.
[Derek Anderson] He frown slightly at her words. “I think it’s what they want you to belive. I mgiht be mistaken. Yet I”m pretty sure we could find various ways for you to get whatever you want. It mgiht never be pefect, but then again, it never is”
He grinned at her “Still, I”m not going to push the subject. Just know that if you want to talk about possibilities, I”m here. Maybe we’ll come up with nothing but at least, we’ll have tried”
He open the car door for her, letting her in then went ot his side, starting hte engine and driving away “What kind of food are you in the mood for?”
[Rory] “You don’t understand.” He doesn’t. She shakes her head, and points to herself. “I challenged ror fank. They hate me mo such, they gave me an unfair challenge – and milled ke. And it’s just for daring cho tallenge for what I earned. I am forbidden a mate. It will not change. Ever.”
He drops it, though. There are no possibilities, and she says nothing else. She simply follows him, and slips into the car when he opens the door and waits for him to drive off. Safer subjects, then – and she offers a shy smile. “Chinese?”
[Derek Anderson] He nodded at her. Heactually understood pretty well that thye would be unfair to her and put all sorts of restriction on her ofr being what she is. She’s forbidden a mate…but her vision is black and white. There is much grey she could work with.
He won’t talk about it tonight, but she might notice in his eyes that he had ideas.
“Chinese sound good”He says, allowing the conversation to move on. He found a good chineese restaurant aand parked “What do you want, I’ll get our order”
Once he has it, he went inside and came back under 10 minutes later with it.
[Rory] There is no gray. A Mate is someone chosen to be with forever. It is more than marriage, it is more than anything most think of. A wolf mates for life. And they mate to procreate, for survival of the species, as well as for love. There is no gray. There will never be a Mate.
No matter his ideas…
He pulls into the parking lot, though, and she thinks a minute and then asks for “Noodles and cheseme sicken…” her favorites. Then she simply waits, patiently, for his return.
[Derek Anderson] He came back with the food, handing it to her. He didn’t have the same view on mating as she did. He wasn’t one of them. He say things liek mating in a very human way, despite knowing it’s more than that. Still he never has been mated, never felt the desire or more precisely the certitude that someone is the one, that it’s forever.
He could picture ways to make things again, but it would probably lies for a Garou. He doesn’t know that, maybe one day he’ll learn. For now, he liked his independance, in thesense that no Garou was tellnig him what to do, nor waswatching over his shoulder.
He drove them to his appartment, asking her if the elevator was fine with her, taking it if it was, the stairs if it wasn’t. He let her in “Want to eat in the living room or the dinner table?”He ask her, taking off his jacket, the bag of food he retook, switching hands for him to do so.
[Rory] She holds the food, and offers him a shy smile. “Thanks.” And then rides in silence to his apartment. He asks if the elevator is fine, and she nods with a little grin – her fears are so much more than simple things like elevators – more social than physical. There is very little she cannot beat in a physical sense – including elevators.
She looks around his place curiously when they arrive, and pulls her guitar off her shoulder as she does so. She doesn’t have a coat on, not needing it now that the weather is warmer. And with his question, she rolls that shoulder into a slight shrug. “Where ever.”
If she is uncomfortable it will have nothing to do with where they sit…
[Derek Anderson] He motion her over “All right, let’s sit at the dinner table, we can use the living room later when you play the guitar”
He smiled warmly to her and pulled her a chair and went to the fridge, letting her split the food “Want something to drink? Water? Soda? Milk? Beer?”
He came back with what she wanted and he sat down, after handing her a drin. “When did youstart learning the guitar?” He ask, looknig at her, while eating some of his food.
[Rory] She’s Fianna – that’s a silly question. “Beer.” Even if she did only try it after she arrived in Chicago, and had never had whiskey until just a few months ago when Imogen gave her some, and taught her how to drink it, and the difference between the good and the bad whiskeys. But still, no brainer. Beer it is.
She nods, and kicks off her shoes, so that she can pull her feet up under her at the table, picking up her carton of food and digging in. She swallows so that she can answer the question. “When Ruarc was here. He made the MP3 mor fe, so I can listen and learn. It’s gis huitar.” Not hers, never hers, despite Ruarc said it was when he left. Then, a clearer timeline, perhaps. “A mew fonths maybe.”
[Derek Anderson] He nodded to her, eating for a carton, leaning back in his chair
“I never met him. But it was nice of him to make the mp3 and leaving his guitar. And I really think you’re really good ofr someone who’s be praticing for such a short period of time. I’m impressed” He said with a od, picking his bottle of beer up and drinking from it.
“So it your friend coming back for his guitar or was it a parting gift?”
[Rory] “I’m stubborn.” Which is true. She promised she would impress Ruarc when he came back, and she intends to do so, no matter how many nights she has to practice until her fingers bleed wait for them to heal and practice some more. There are advantages to being a mule, after all.
Is he coming back? She lifts a shoulder into a slight shrug. “Maybe. If de housn’t, I’m to pass it on when I’m wone dith it.” So a parting gift, meant to be shared, sort of. But to her, it will always remain Ruarcs guitar.
[Derek Anderson] He grinned at her words “Somehow, I odn’t think it’s a bad thing that oyu’re stubborn. Might make me careful nto to argue with you or we’ll butt heads until we both fall alseep, but in that case, it makes you determined”
He ate some more “Hmmm i think it’s nice, the pass it on request. Maybe he beleives it will bring something to you and when you pass it on, it’ll bring something else to another one and so on. Kind of a pay it forward thing. ”
He tilted his head “What’s your favorite song to play?”
[Rory] She wrinkles her nose, slightly, but it falls into that same shy little grin as he admits she’s determined and they’d reach a stopping point where neither wins. She disagrees though, with a peek up at him through her curls. “I win. Unless I don’t tant woo.”
Or thinks she can’t. Or shouldn’t. Otherwise, for her, in her life? It’s win or die.
She nods again, scooping up some of her chicken before washing it down with a swallow of beer. Her favorite song? She doesn’t really know. “I played Banny Doy for H…howard’s wake.” Her voice breaks. Howard was someone special to her, and she practiced long and hard before that day, through her tears and rage and fears she wouldn’t be allowed to participate. They let her, and she played – and played well.
[Derek Anderson] He chuckled “Rory…we definatly never should argue…ever” He winked at her. Well chances are he’d lose, getting knocked out or something but it would be a pretty epic fight of wills.
He ate but stopped when she talked about playing at awake “Oh…ok. I’m sorry for your loss by the way. I was asking because I was gonig to suggest youplay it, but..I don’t want to ask oyu to play a song you’re attached to that much. So play whatever you feel like later”
He odwned most of his beer and finished his meal, still looking at her.
[Rory] She shrugs, slightly. “It’s ok. Its be thest one I play.” She’ll play it, and then play others. She takes another couple of bites, and then.. “Ruarc jiked ligs… a lot of them on the player. I can say plome of them too.”
She takes a deep breath, and then another drink of her beer, before she scoops up the last bit of her noodles and peeks up at him, shy all over again.
[Derek Anderson] Hesmiled at her “All right, Danny Boy and jigs it’ll be. Sounds like a nice evening coming up”
He got up and walked to the fridge, getting them another beer each. He passed very close to her, hips hip rushing against her shoulder when he gave her the beer. He went to sit down in front of her, still smiling.
“What di you do today?” He ask, wanting to know about her. She was fun to be around and he liked her. He felt like getting to know, at leas they could be friends. He had an impression she didn’t have that many
[Rory] He brushes past her and hands her a beer, and she smiles shyly, ducking her head, peeking up at him through her curls, as a blush slips across her skin. He sits down in front of her, and there is no where to hide again, and she rolls a freckled shoulder into a slight shrug.
“Went to the yunk jard, for generator parts. Trying to fix it before it gets ho tot, so we can have a real fridge.” We…. they… the Last Watch, the pack. “Should be tone domorrow..”
[Derek Anderson] He nodded. He remembered her working on the music box. “That’s really good. I definatly know who to call if osmething breaks down here. That is you you’d be nice enough to help me if it happens”
He grinned at her, drinking from his bottle. “Should we head to the living room for some music?” He ask, getting up, waiting for her to do soand gently led her back to the living room, his hand gntly resting on her lower back to guide her then leaving it as he move to the ouch, letting her get her guitar and sit on the couch, comfy chair or on the floor.
[Rory] She shrugs, with a little grin. “I thix fings.” It doesn’t matter who asks, she would do so willingly. It is a talent born from the dark and lonly childhood, something that makes others happy that helps her stay centered helps her remember what she came from. She would come and help.
He bids her to follow him to the living room, and she stands, and grabs her guitar case, and follows his lead. He touches her back, and it sends a little shiver through her that he can likely feel, but she doesn’t pull away from it. She sits on the couch, settling in and opening the guitar case to pull it free. She’s nervous, that much is clear as she doesn’t often play for anyone but herself…
But play she does – shyly and softly at first, but gaining confidence as her fingers thrum through the familiar chords, humming along. She doesn’t sing though – as she doesn’t know the words, only the tune, and she would mess it up anyway…
[Derek Anderson] Hesay, not moving closer or anything when she did. He gave her space, so she could focus on her playing. She doesn’t sing, it didn’t matter. His attention was on her, mostly on her face but also on her fingers moving over the strings.
When she was done, he put his bottle down on the floor and clapped his hands “Wow..that was really good. Keep it up, you’ll be a great player” He seemed honest. He had liked the performance. There had been emotions behind it, making it more poignant.
“Now..are you good enough to make people jug?”He said with a teasing grin, gently budging her thigh with the tip of his foot.
[Rory] She finishes, the music trailing off, and she remains quiet until he applauds and then she does the predictable – she blushes. Deeply and brightly, and she ducks her head to hide it, shyly.
He wants to know if she can make people jig, and she wrinkles her nose, and shrugs. “Tan cry…” And she thinks a minute, then starts to play another of the songs she has learned – fast, and lively, her fingers moving quickly over the strings, working hard to keep the timing right, the notes correct, the feeling under the music lively and free… Her brow is lined with concentration, and while her hold on the guitar is light and easy, it’s clear she’s working hard to get it just right….
[Derek Anderson] He had smiled at her blushing. Then she start to play a jig and pretty well. He doesn’t get up and dance because he can’t jig to save his life but his foot move with the tempo. He watches her again, tghe concetration on her features. She wanted so much.
He clapped again with a grin “All irght, you could mak someone jig..if that person knew how to. You make it look so easy” It was a little lie, it seemed a little hard for her, but it was alie made to make her smile and feel good bout what she was doing.
He doubted she need his motivation to continue but he felt like encouraging her would be something she deserved.
[Rory] She blushes again, deeper, and shakes her head. “You lie.” But it was with a smile that appreciates it for what it was. It is hard for her, and she struggles, but she is determined as well. But she’ll keep going keep learning, because she enjoys it, and likes that it makes other people happy.
She doesn’t get much of a chance to do that, really. she gets the chance to fight, the chance to work, but rarely the chance to have friends, to make the day better for them.
She rubs the side of her nose with her hand, absently, before playing a simple tune, beautiful and slow, easy yet heart felt, celtic in origin…
[Derek Anderson] He grinned when she caught hi lying. He doesn’t apologize. It wasn’t a lie about something important. It was jsut something to make her smile and she knew it. He doubt he woudl ever lie to her about something important. It was much too risky.
She plays something celtic, and he smiled, listening to her then nodding and light clap as he was holding his bottle “Wow. I could listen to you play for hours.”
He watched her for a moment “So tell me, what would you like to do now? If you could do anything, allowed or not. Fly to Hawaii? Rip and Elder’s face off? Sleep in satin’s sheet? Anything…I”m curious”
[Rory] She wrinkles her nose, as he asks his question. She was not raised to dream, because it was a foregone conclusion that she would not survive. She was raised to be a weapon, a killing machine, a mindless wind-up toy that does an elder’s bidding. She has stepped beyond that in the past two years but it is still difficult for her to want, to dream, to think of more than the next battle, to think in terms of herself and her wants and needs.
But he asks a question, and she gives it honest thought, because honest questions deserve such. She chews on her lower lip, absently. Some would think she would seek revenge for those that hurt her so much during her life, and more recently her challenge. Some would think it would be battle – what she was raised for… The things he mentions, she doesn’t understand – because it’s not, really, something she would think of…
So, she answers honestly. “…I knon’t dow.”
[Derek Anderson] He nodded to her “Hmmm, ok. I couldask you whatdo you feel liek doing..what your instinctswant to do. Maybe it’s a better way to phrase it. Is the answer the same?”
Hefinish his beer, watching her “And we can just stay like this, you playing, talking in between songs. I’m trying to get to know you better and mmake you have a good time. I want you to enjoy yourself you know”
He gets up, one hand on her knee and walked toward the kitchen “Í need a bathroom break and will bring us more beer when I get back”
Hedisapears for a few minutes before coming back with beers.
[Rory] She tips her head, slightly, and nods. Her instincts are the same. There is nothing here to fight, which is what she understands. so, in the end, she nods again – and redirects the question his way when he comes back…
“What do you want do to?”
[Derek Anderson] He hand her the beer and smiled when she sent the question his way,
“Many things, some I shouldn’t do or even think about. Others could be ok, a few are acceptables” He smiled “As you know what one’s want is not the same as what one can or should do”
He drank from his bottle. “So..maybe we should stay in the acceptable?” He say with a brow raised. She was temptation as beautiful and dangerous women tends to be. He wouldn’t admit that to her, not with Kristen in his life. Buut that said, it wasn’t stopping him to spend a few nights with Izzy.
And he wouldn’t lie to Rory if she ask.
[Rory] She tips her head, slightly, curious, as he says that he wants to do some things that he shouldn’t think about. She watches him, openly for a few moments, as if she could really read his mind – but in the end, she comes up mostly blank. His words could mean a wold of things, and she isn’t one to assume anything at all.
In the end, she says… “….ok.” And leaves it at that, though there is the curiousity written under it. He’ll answer if he wishes, and she’ll accept it either way. As is her place, her duty, her life.
So for now, they do this – they talk about nonsense things, she plays a bit here and there, and they drink beer. After a while, she looks at the moon outside the window, and judges it time for patrols… and so she begs leave, and bids him goodnight. All in all, a very chaste, and honorable visit…
This time.