[Izzy Montoya] This is not her jurisdiction. It was, briefly, when she was tossed to another precinct for a few months due to a shortage of detectives. It was enough to set her teeth on edge, to discover some things she wasn’t particularly fond of, to suffer through the indignity of someone smashing her coffee cup.
Her favorite cup.
She is here again, on police business, though it is far from official. To anyone else, they could be any couple, any partner, out for dinner in the seedy underbelly of Chicago’s South Side. Izzy even put on a dress for the occasion, simple and black with a slit up the leg showing a delightful bit of thigh everytime she moves. Sleeveless, low cut, and with heels to die for, it is the first time since the Policeman’s Ball that Derek has seen her in anything other than her business casual look – or naked.
She steps from the car, accepting his offered hand, before she smooths her skirt and heads toward the little Italian restaurant. A pause as she smirks, bemused. “Stop staring at my ass.”
[Derek Anderson] They had a lovely morning after a night of revelations and after some early exercises, a shower and quick breafast, she agreed to take him with her to the restaurant. So after a day of owrk, he had gone home, changed and went to get her. She stunned him by being in a dress and his hand had lingered on her thigh during the drive. He had of course complimented her on her looks and it was easy to see that he was honest.
He was himself dressed in a pair of dark pants and shoes with a blue silky shirt matching his eyes. It fitted him well, really well. He went to her side, took her hand and help her out of the car. Doing so, being a gentleman was easy for him. She knew he could be more nasty but he was gallant most of the time. Just not with her since it would annoy her. Tonight, like last night, was different than usual.
She tell him to stop staring at her ass and he grinned “Not my fault if you picked a dress that made it look almost as good as when you naked” He say to her, teasing. “It’s not like you’re not checking mine every chance you get” He lead her inside, asking for a table for two unless she had made a reservation.
[Izzy Montoya] She snorts. “Dream on. I haven’t peeked since we got in the car.” Because he was sitting on it, of course. As always, she is very aware of herself, of how her confidence draws the eye to her – and those that know her wonder just wear she’s concealing her weapon as it stands to reason she is carrying, yet that dress… it leaves very little to the imagination.
He asks for a table for two, and they are shown quickly inside. For all it’s location, the inside is nice, even rich for the area, done in muted reds and soft beige with greenery everywhere and the smell of garlic in the air. There’s music playing softly – something old school italian to complete the mood – and the wait staff dressed in black and white, with the hostess in a dark dress that is almost demure in comparison to Izzy’s choice of attire for the evening.
Once they’re seated, Izzy crosses her legs under the table, and leans forward on her elbows, her hair loose and falling to curl about her shoulders as she moves. “Nice place. Feels like Cliche’d Mob….”
[Derek Anderson] He had chuckled at her answer and walked with her to the table. His blue eyes were alert, looking around them before sititng, facing her. His eyes glanced at her breasts, looking rather beautiful in this angle then back up at her. They were somewhat working to night and even though he liked to tease her, he was focused. He just liked to let her know he wanted her with some looks from time to time. He knew her ego enjoyed that a lot.
He looked at who the patrons were, the type of people, watched the staff as he nodded to her comment “Yes very. Though it makes sense. If it’s owned or frequented by those I think it is. They are pretty old school” He say, his eyes back on her face as he leaned forward too. The distance between them wasn’t great and he could smell her perfume. It would be easy to kiss her but he doesn’t do so. Public display weren’t something she liked, unless it was in a locked bathroom or dark corner.
[Izzy Montoya] A locked bathroom, a dark corner, a bartop, a desk, a lockerroom romp, a…
Yeah. She enjoys the way he looks at her, and the way her lips curve into their familiar smirk as much as admits that fact. She nods slightly, and takes a breath. “Order me some wine, would you? And I’m going to just sit here and pretend to be awed by your good looks, while knowing you’re really wondering how fast you can get your hand under my skirt, and if I’m wearing underwear… and see if the walls will do any talking.”
She smirks, and then takes a slow breath, steeling herself for whatever she may hear…
[We know you are a total whore, Kahseeno, so just gimme the fuckin’ roll, right? Right. I. Hear. Echoes.]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 6, 7, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 7) Re-rolls: 2
[Derek Anderson] He smiled at her when she speaks “Oh I know you aren’t wearing any, I cna smell your wetness from here..all because of my awesome good looks”He wiggled his brows at her “And if itwasn’t gonig o break you concentration, I’d say it’d take about 5 seconds for my hand to slide between you legs..the time I need to get up, walk behind you nad lean to speak in your ear while subtly teasing your wet sex”
It had been said as a whisper mostly as he leaned back a little, his lips brushing her cheek. He leaned back with a grin, letting her think about all that the focus on her gift. He watch her her, smilnig, pretending that hse was in factlooknig at him. He motioned ot the waiter so he could order them a bottle of red wine, then returned his attention on her.
[Izzy Montoya] What she doesn’t tell anyone about this particular little trick is how much it takes her over, how much it takes out of her as she’s bombarded with a weeks worth of conversations in moments… She flinches, slightly, then settles into the roll of adoring girlfriend. Derek, however, can see the tightness around her lips, the way her jaw clenches, the flickering of her eyes as she moves them to follow conversations only she can hear…
So. Many. Conversations.
It’s overhwelming, even as she grinds her teeth, her hand clenching into a fist in her lap, the other twitching slightly on the tablecloth, as if she wants to grab it, to hang on, to find something solid to ground herself… to just. hang. on.
She is completely overwhelmed… and drowning… words over words over words over… she snaps her head to the side, her gaze narrowing, before she closes her eyes, her shoulders tensing, her lips pressing together as she hears familiar voices trapped in the subtly decorated walls…
She never hears the waiter, nor his order…. but she did hear what he’d whispered, what he’d suggested, and when she looks back at him, her eyes open, a little unfocused, a little wild as she does her best to process everything she’s heard, she forces her hands to relax, and the smirk to return. “Mmmmm. I might cum at just the thought.”
Her hands shake, as she reaches for her glass of water, but she manages to not spill it – barely – and take a long drink, as if parched.
[Derek Anderson] He watched her, weanting to reach for her but her hands are on her lap. He frowned as he notice her reaction, how much it was affecting her. He wondered what it was like but suddenly didn’t wish for it. It seemed quite unpleasant. She comes back to the present and despite her comment, he knew she was troubled, still not back to her self. He had seen her hand shake.
eyes locked with hers, a grin on his lips, he got up and moved to her. He put one knee down, looking like he was gonig to ask to marry her and let one hand move betwen her legs, reaching the warmth of her sex, while with his other hand, he pretended to offer her something..a ring?, using his body to hide the fact he hd nothing in his hand. His fingers reached her clit and labias and he whispered
“Tell me what you saw while i help you relax” it was bold, maybe even crazy and he would expect a slap from anyone, except Izzy, who will either shoot him or really appreciate what he was doing.
[Izzy Montoya] he gets down on one knee, and a brow cocks upwards, until she feels his hand on her thigh, and she blinks, and parts her thighs for his hand, her breath catching as he finds her, warm and moist, her body trembling slightly even as he whispers, and teases….
Her breath catches, and she reaches a hand up to slide around the back of his neck, pulling him closer, nails scraping against his skin as she rests her forehead against his…
They could be any romantic couple, but for the fact they are not…
A breath, then, shaky. “He didn’t pull the trigger. He was here, but didn’t pull the fuckin’ trigger. He was charged to clean it up – a low man on the totem pole, trying to get out, and killed for the attempt. He was angry… so angry.. and his voice sounded hopeless, as if he had no choice. The ring was to be sent to John Doe – Farlan, his name is – his wife. He’s a banker… but mostly – he was a message for Finn. That there is..
…oh fuck…” Her hand tightens around the back of his neck as she curls her hips into his hand… breathes deep, and finishes..
“…no escape.” Under that, though, is the belief that there is hope for Finn. He’s not too far in. Not yet. Maybe he can be saved….
[Derek Anderson] His fingers worked their magic between her thighs and once she is done talking and she has climaxed, he pulled them away, kissing her cheek softly and got up with a big smile. Looking like the man who got his beautiful fiancee to say yes.
He went to sit back on his chair and watched her, his wet fingers moving near his nose nad lips, almost absent mindly, as he was enjoying her scent and afte his fingers brushed his lips, he licked them discreetly, tasting her. He grinned at her for a moment before turning more serious
“What do you want to do about him now? Talk to him? Try to see if you can help him?” He ask with interest, trying ot hide the slight ping of jealousy he was feeling for Finn. Because he wondered if Izzy would od the same for him and also because he was enjoying being Izzy’s most regular source of pleasure. If Finn came back in her life, he might be sent to the minor leagues, not seeing her as often.
And he would miss her presence. He liked being around her. But this was how things were between them, no strings attached and with the possibility that encounters can vary from regular to occasional ot none at all. It’s not like he couldn’t be with other beautiful women. He had a few that he knew, but Izzy was just..well Izzy.
[Izzy Montoya] The patrons of the restaurant applaud – not knowing what kind of show they actually got, but assuming that it was exactly as they portrayed it – instead of the fact that he’s tasting her, his fingers glistening with her wetness as he discreetly lifts them t his lips…. and moments later, before she can answer, they are given their wine, and told it’s on the house, complements of the Don himself, in congratulations.
Izzy graciously manages to blush – they needed know its afterglows flush – and lower her gaze demurely, waiting until they are no longer quite the center of attention. She crosses her legs under the table, sending little aftershocks through her system, under her skin, before she nods, slightly.
“I have to confront him. I knew I would have to eventually, but now at least I’ve some ammo so he knows I’m not talking out my fuckin’ ass.”
Then she looks up at him, through her lashes, her lips curled into that familiar smirk… “That’s not jealousy I hear, is it….”
[Derek Anderson] He thanked the waiter, told him to thank the Don and picked his glass with the hand that didn’t smelled of her. That one lingered near his nose and lips. He watched her, listening to her words. He was about to drink from his glass when she mention that he might be jealous. He look into her eyes and she may notice that he’s thinking about lying ot her but in the end, he doesn’t. He always had been honest with her.
“Yeah, kinda. I mean..I know you’re sleeping around, I do too and it’s all right. It’s just that he was there before me, I know you care for him more than probably anyone else to go to such great lenght to save him. I’m just worried that I won’t see you that often once he’s back in your life. Which I’ll miss, and not just ofr the sex. I do like being with you, just hang out.”
He shrug “Don’t worry, I’ll deal with it and won’t make a big thing out of it.”
[Izzy Montoya] She arches a brow, slightly, as he tells her the truth, and the smirk filters away into something subtly softer, as she lays her hand on the table, palm up, fingers curled to invite his to slip into theirs. Perhaps it’s to continue the part they’ve been playing for their audience, but most likely not.
Whether he takes her hand or not, her voice is soft. “Finn – when I met him – idolized the ground I walked on. He wormed his way onto every case he could, said if he was to learn he was to learn from the best. The first time he shot and killed a perp, I fucked him until he was able to forget his shock, until he was able to process what he’d done with clarity. Much as you just did for me – blocking the rest of the voices so I could focus on the ones I needed.”
she pauses, and takes a drink of her wine, and nods. “Its more than my caring for him. I failed him. And if I can, I’ll make it right. But…” And here, she pauses, before she meets his gaze directly, and lifts her chin slightly. “He has no idea where my scars come from. No one left here does.”
Which means something – even if she has no intention of defining it. Kora knows something happened, and a bit of the story, true. But she hs not seen the scars. Imogen knows she was taken, but no specifics. John knew the whole story, but he is gone. Finn has heard only some brief brushed aside story and the official version.
Derek knows the truth.
[Derek Anderson] He nodded to her, his hand moving to hers, holding it, fingers curled with the other’s “I know you think you failed him. Let’s see what really happened to him but you have to be aware that some people will fail themselves, no matter how much aid you give them” He said, looking into her eyes, his thumb caressing the back of her hand.
“And i appreciate the fact you trusted me with you story. It actually means a lot to me. To have earned your respect and trust. I had no idea that things would turn out the way they have after our first meeting. I mean, I knew we’d probably sleep together, jsut ont that I’d enjoy it nd your presence so much”
He lifted her hand, twisted it gently and kissed the back of it. “Don’t worry, I have no intention of taking your freedom from you or tell you what to do or stop you from sleeping with whoever you want. I’m not stupid. That’d be the best way to be shut out of your life.”
He grin a little “Does it bother you that I don’t worship you like he does? I mean outside of the way i worship your body in bed?” He say teasing her. He did had a tendancy to enjoy every parts of her when they weren’t fucking like wild animals but jsut having sex..like last night. It didn’t happened often but when it dd, he took care of every inches of her
[Izzy Montoya] She smiles – actually smiles – as he kisses her hand, before she snorts, amused. He won’t tell her what to do, who to sleep with, any more than she would him. But it’s the last question that actually makes her laugh, a snort of amusement, a huff of breath as she rolls her eyes at him.
“You wouldn’t be here if you fuckin did. Honestly, it was exhausting. He followed me around like an eager puppy… but when Daniel beat me, he was the one who guarded the room while I slept, even though I never gave him a name, or the real story. I couldn’t. He is not of the Nation – and well, the whole station wanted daniel dead. Including me. He doesn’t worship the ground I walk on anymore – and thats ok. But this deal with Hutts… it’s not.”
And it is her turn to lift his hand to her lips, inhaling her scent from his fingers, flicking a tongue along his skin, briefly before settling their hands back to the table. “Your worship is fine – as long as it includes coffee delivered to my bedside the morning after.”
[Derek Anderson] He chuckled at her answer. He knew she wouldn’t like him to be all starry eyes and japanese anime liek hwen hse’s around. She was a strong, tough woman, a true bad ass. He had a feeling that she liked her men strong, able to stand up to her, even if she liked to win. She needed challenges and a submissive man wouldn’t bring her any. It might entertain her for an evening or two but not regularly like he has.
He watch her smelling herself on him and his sex start to harden. He always thought a woman enjoying her own scent and taste was extremely erotic. Thing was, everything about Izzy was extremely erotic to him. Her attitude, her openess, her sexual apetite, the way she dressed…she was oen of a kind.
“What do you want to do with the rest of your evening?”He ask, picking a menu to order. They were here to work, but eating would be nice as well.
[Izzy Montoya] Her lips curve into a familiar smirk, even as she picks up her menu, and reads off it as if ordering. “I think a small serving of fuck in the bathroom, then perhaps a bit of fuck in the car, which leads to clothing optional fuck in the stairwell, before it’s a fuckin’ free for all behind closed doors.”
She nods, and lifts the glass of wine to her lips, dark eyes watching him over the rim. “For starters.”
Then, she’s the picture of decorum as she looks up at the waiter, and orders something totally Italian from the menu for dinner…
[Derek Anderson] He had laughed at her first order “I think I’ll have the same thing” He said with a smile before ordering himself some lasagna with a salad as an entree. The man leaves and he look into her eyes “What you said earlier would be a good way to start and fill the evening. Then we can always take a small break and start again”
He grinned. He never had enough of her. And he think she was the same..at least he never heard any complains from her. He drank from his glass, her scent still lingering in his nose.
[Izzy Montoya] She arches that brow at him, and then sets her napkin on the table, and scoots her chair back to stand, smoothing that dress over her hips.
“I think, then, I should go powder my nose.” Her smirk is familiar, challenging, as she turns to move past him and head toward the restrooms in the back. She doesn’t touch him again, she doesn’t pull him with her, she doesn’t even suggest she’ll leave the door unlocked for him.
She simply expects that he knows.
“And stop staring at my ass.”