[Something Wicked] [Izzy Montoya]
She smirks when he asks about her ass. “It’s lonely – but since I got the number of a body builder today, it might not be for long.” That’ll teach him. Maybe. Probably not.
She listens to what he found out, and nods. “Waiting for them to get off their asses and requisition the evidence for Katie and Vivian for me, so I can go through it. Met with mom – seems on the up and up as much as Dad, but well.” She’s very well aware she might not trust the dad simpy because he’s male. She lets it slide. “Saw both apartments, not really much more to go on. Mom and dad took some of Vivian’s things, I have what’s left of Katies here at the apartment.”
A beat.
“What’s for dinner?”
[Something Wicked] “What’s for dinner? Aren’t you you having a body builder or something. Be careful if oyu do, they look all big and hard upstairs but they are often small and soft downstairs.” He was grinning “But if you’re free, I was thinking you could have roast beef…and me for dinner. How’s that sound?”
He pause a moment “Well as for your findings, we can talk a little more about it later. Too bad the appartments didn’t give us much. At least we have an idea now what this Patrick look like. If he look kinda like me..do you think the guy on the picture you have could look like me as well? Might be something we can go on with”
[Izzy Montoya] She smirks as he throws the body builder back at her. She can hear the grin in his voice, and she just chuckles. “I’m very expensive. Roast beef sounds fantastic. As for you – well. We’ll see.” But he can hear the amusement in her voice, to interpret as he will.
“He’s the same build – but bigger. That’s part of why I got the body builder’s number – they all thought it could be him, it made him uncomfortable, I thought I might question him later away from the macho men and see if he can give a better idea of who it might be.”
[Something Wicked] He chuckled “I’d be uncomfortable too if cops were showing a pic and people kept saying it might be me. Then again, maybe he knows something. That’d be pretty good. Hopefully we’ll get somewhere soon. And I know how expensive you are Izzy, but you’re worth every penny”
He smiles, she wasn’t expensive or hard to pleased. Beer or whiskey, video games and sex seemed to make her quite pleased. Throw some good food and a few bets and usually she seemed like a content woman.
“I’ll get to your place around 5. Do yu have other things to do or will you be there?”
Yeah, palnning dinner, telling her when he’ll be there, checking up on her. They are so not a couple, nope..not at all..can’t be..well that’s what he tells himself at least.
[Izzy Montoya] She glances at her watch to check the time, and then. “I’ll be there. I’ve a couple of stops to make, but I should get there in time to let you in. If not, you can keep Old Fred company at the desk.”
Because they are not a couple, and he has not been given a key. Because they’re not together, see? At least, that’s what she tells herself, even as part of her – a teeny tiny little itty bitty part of her – wonders if it’d be easier to give him one.
For the duration of the investigation, of course. Nothing more. Really.
“Roast beef calls for wine, I think. I’ll pick up some on the way. red or white or no preference?” So much for beer or whiskey tonight…
[Something Wicked] “I think red wine would be better. All right. See you around 5 then. Bye”
No take care, be careful and definatly no I love you. They weren’t together, so no i love yous, he knew telling her to e careful would annoy her and take care? She knows he care, so there was noneed for all those cute farewell people told each other.
Shortly after the call, Izzy’s boss call her to tell ehr the evidence was at the station. He didn’t gave her an opportunity to speak beside the hello. He was in a foul mood and didn’t want to be called Sarge, once again today. He was Chief of Police dammit! Not just a sergeant. Stubborn smart ass…if she wasn’t such a good detective. He grinned nad went back to his business. Next on the agenda: go yell at Armstrong.
[Izzy Montoya] There are no cutsie goodbyes and that’s just the way she likes it. She tucks her phone back into her pocket, only to have it ring again – and the Chief bellowing in her ear.
It makes her smile with satisfaction to know she’d nettled him so much. Theirs is a relationship that went back years, and while she never told him exactly what happened in florida – he knows the official story, and has never once mentioned it to her. Not since the night he flew to Miami to see her in the hospital, to assure himself that she was all right. He stood by the foot of her bed, and then, his hand on her ankle, asked gruffly if she was alright to resume duty as he had some files he wanted her to look at because his buttmunch detectives in Chicago were missing something.
It gave her something to do in the hospital, something to concentrate on while she recovered, something to focus on to get her through the pain. She’ll never forgive him for knowing her so well, and they’ll never admit the level of trust between them goes deeper than most. She remains a stubborn smart ass. He remains a surly Chief. They both remain content with that constant in their life.
So, that decides the order of her errands – she goes to the station to pick up the evidence, to check her messages, then back to the car, and the store for wine, then back to the apartment, where she juggles the boxes and the wine with the ease of a pro – a cursing, muttering, perpetually grumpy pro.
[Something Wicked] At the station she was greeted with some teasing, asking her her why she was baby sitting a non homicide kid from another district. It seem the news that she was workign with someone on the case had gone through the station. They teased her in many ways, not too vulgar, ranging form her wanting to mold the young pup as she likes them to what have you done to piss the Chief so bad he partnered you with a kid. Some had subtle allusions that she was sleeping with the young detective, most from ex lovers who teased her with less witnesses around. She got a few envious look from some of the women working for her. Obviously they have seen Derek’s picture in the database.
She came back and managed to get everything in the appartment: wine and evidences. She found herself with a computer, a phone, Vivian’s agenda and that was mostly it. There were the clothes she was wearing at the time of her death as well.
[Izzy Montoya] She took the teasing as she usually did – with smart ass remarks that threw it right back at them. To those who suggested she was sleeping with him – she commented on their jealousy that she was otherwise occupied. To those that think she pissed off the cheif, she wondered when she DIDN’T piss off the chief, and alluded to it being nothing new. To those who are envious, she just smirked. Contentedly.
In other words – she egged them on, then walked out as they contemplated if she had admitted to anything (she hadn’t). All in easy comradarie – she is respected and feared equally. No one would dare suggest they like her, but many would take a bullet for her, as she would for them. Sometimes that’s all that is needed.
She stripped down to boxers and a tank top, and poured herself a glass of wine before setting out the evidence and reading through the reports of any findings on them. Then she started up the computer, and started to go through it’s contents, looking for anything they might have missed.
[Something Wicked] There wasn’t nothing much to gather from the evidence. Clothes had no prints, the phone didn’t have anything pecial on it nor had hte computer or the agenda. While she was checking on the computer, Derek entered the appartment without knocking. He has a few groceries bag with him.
“Hey, I”m here” He calls form the lobby. If you have a naked man around, tell him to dress or I’ll shoot. Don’t want to see that”He said in a playful tone. He smiled at her when he saw her “Hello there sexy. I see you’ve started without me” He say looking at her and moving closer.
He actually leaned to kiss her lips brieftly then with a finger, pulled the tank top a little so he could see her breasts form his angle “Hmmmm hello” He winks at her and head for the kitchen “Need anything while I cook?”
She can hear him put the bags down, find a glass and probably pour himself some wine as he start making dinner.
[Izzy Montoya] She growls in frustration from time to time as there is nothing new to be gathered from the evidence. She searched through every inch of them, even browser history and temporary internet files, hoping to find something, anything that would get her more information. She even tried to get into Vivian’s email. There’s got to be some reason she was taken… unless it really was coincidental, a crime of circumstance.
She barely looks up as Derek enters, knowing that anyone else would have the doorman giving her a call to let her know they were on their way. More surprising, she lifts her face into the kiss, and slaps playfully at his hand as he peeks down her shirt. she kicks out at him with a bare foot as he walks away, and smirks.
“You’re late.” He’s not, of course. “I’m starving.” then… a beat. “Wait, you COOK? How did I not know this?! Should I be frightened?” He should be if she attempted to cook – it’s no secret her kitchens consists mostly of take out containers, liquor, and coffee. She looks genuinely surprised. It’s not often that happens.
[Something Wicked] He had chuckled when she slapped his hand and kicked him “Oooh fiesty” He grinned at her over his shoulder and as he emptied, he answered her “Of course I know how to cook. Couldn’t be the perfect man if I didn’t right?”He said in a playful tone “And no you shouldn’t be frightened. There was a reason why you wanted me to make you breakfast in bed during our last set of bets” he had won the breakfast and they had ate from take out.
“I should be ready in two hours but I got us some vegetables to eat in the meantime. Let me prepare the meat then I’ll join you. I can make the salad later” He knew her kitchen well and had brought anything she might miss to make sure the meal will be delicious. He took off his shirt and tie then started to prepared their dinner
“Made any breakthrough?”He calls after a moment
[Izzy Montoya] She narrows her gaze at him as he mentions the breakfast in bed, and the fact she had to have take out for it – but she’s never shied away from the fact she can’t cook worth a damn. She more than makes up for it in being able to shoot anyone who would make fun of her for not being able to cook worth a damn.
“…vegetables? Like healthy shit? what are you trying to do to me, Anderson?” It’s asked in mock suspicion, though it ends with a little smirk as she watches him strip from his shirt and tie. She indulges in watching him for a moment, before she turns back to her wine, and the damn computer and the rest of the evidence.
“Nothing. Not a bloody fucking thing. It appears to be a crime of circumstance – there’s no real reason that she was chosen over anyone else from what I see so far. The only thing that connects her to Katie and possibly the other is that they’re all blond. And were kept for 20 days before their death – though we don’t know that for sure in Carly’s case yet.”
[Something Wicked] He came back out with hid glass, moving to sit on the couch beside her “Actually, it seem she disapeared at most two days before the supposed time of her death. Only things in common she has with the other two is the fact the murder was unresolved, she was blond and died of strangulation..though not with a rope. My gut tells me it’s the same guy, I could be mistaken though”
He watched her for a moment as she look at the evidence who aren’t cooperating .They don’t seem to want to divulge more to her than they have to the previous detectives.
“As for a vegetables go, your hotness, I got them because I knew you’d be hungry and would made good light snack so oyu can enjoy the roast beef properly” He tells her with a crooked smile “I could’ve bet on me being filling enough to keep you from starving but on the phone, you didn’t seem sure”
[Izzy Montoya] “Always trust your gut.” It’s said almost absently. “Sometimes it’s all you have.” The one time she should have trusted hers – it all went bad. She won’t make that mistake again. She stares at the board for a while, as he sits beside her, and is quiet so long he might think she didn’t hear him.
But then her lips twitch, and she turns to look at him. “Maybe I should take that bet. I am starving…” She resolutely turns her back on the board, and slides a shapely thigh over his lap, straddling him. “What will you give me if I promise to eat my vegetables later…”
[Something Wicked] He let one hand move over her side, down to her butt where it rest. He looked into her eyes “Hmm what is it oyu’d liek for being a good girl?”
He leaned foward to kiss and nibble her neck, jawline, his other hand caressing her side, then slipping under her tank top to caress her belly and one breast. His hand doesn’t avoid the scars she has on her belly. Since she had told him what they were, it hasn’t changed at all the way he touched her or had sex with her. He had accepted that those bad events were part of her and there was nothing they could do to change it. Just move forward and enjoy the time they had together.
Which he did, quite a lot.
His mouth moved to her chin then found her lips as he kissed her fully and deeply.
[Izzy Montoya] She leans back to place her wine glass on the table, before arches her back into his caresses, chuckling low in her throat. she bares her neck to his lips, his teeth, until he makes his way upwards and finds her lips – parted, willing as her tongue finds his, tangling and teasing as she slides her fingers along his neck, across his shoulders.
One hand finds it’s way to the back of his neck, blunt nails scraping lightly as she curls her hips against him. The other hand slides along his side, his belly, and between them to tease over his sex through his slacks with a soft moan. she has never hidden her reactions from him, and will not stop anytime soon.
Of course, she doesn’t answer the question, either. Not with words, anyway.
[Something Wicked] He had never hidden her reaction to her either. His sex slowly harden as sherock her hips over it and her hand rubs it over his pants. He kiss her fiercely, the way he often kiss her, as if he wanted all of her at this moment. Even if he has kissed her often by now and knew he would still be able to lseep with her in the near future, it never mattered. He still kissed her with intensity.
Only 2 times things have been more soft and sensual, when she had needed them to be.
His hand over her butt moved under her boxers, caressing the smooth firm skin of her butt. Thehand under her tank top was caressing her breast, teasing her nipple with thumb and fingers for a moment. The it start ot pull up the tank top and one handedly, he pulled it over vher head and then his hand went ot her back, to pressed her against his naked torso. He lvoed how her naked skin felt against his.
[Izzy Montoya] He kisses her as if there’s no tomorrow. He kisses her as if he wants all of her – right here, right now, because there may never be another time, ever. If it’s their last, it is to be remembered, savored.
It is, every time.
She returns his kisses with the same intensity, the same fire that builds in her belly and warms her limbs, threatening to consume them both. She lifts her arms from him only to let her tank top be tossed aside, and then she’s back again, touching him as if her fingertips are starved for the taste of his skin, her back arching into him as he presses against her, a low moan in the back of her throat. She tears the fastenings of his pants loose, reaching to free him into her hand, fingers sliding easily across him, familiar yet hungry still, working him until his length is fully hard, aching, fingertips gathering moisture from the tip, sliding easily over sensitive skin…
Until she lifts her hips, tugging her boxers to the side, unwilling to wait until they are taken off – there is a reason she chooses boxers – they are loose and easily shoved aside, so that she can do what she does now, guide him deep into her wet sex, inner muscles rippling in welcome as she sinks against him with a low groan….
Starving indeed…
[Something Wicked] He groaned softly as she slide along the lenght of his sex. His hand leave her breast to move under her boxers, now both hands caressing nad grabbing her tight butt, letting her dictate the pace for now. He break the kiss ofr a moment to look at her face smiling then at the way her breasts bounced when she moved. He never seemed to see enough of her, enjoying the sight of her body as much now as on their first night.
Eventually hi hands shifts to her hips and he press her down harder and faster on his sex, burying deeper inside her. Strangely, as often and as hard as they have sex with each other..and as loudmouth as Izzy can be, most of the time, when they fuck, it’s in silence. As if the moment was too intense to spare thoughts for talking. As if their focus was only on their pleasure: their own and the other’s.
He feels his body tensing as pleasure rise inside him. His breathing quicken a little, his eyes were locked with hers. Eventually, after holding as long as he could, so she could climax as well, he explodes inside her, filling her with his hot seed, his hands tightening their grip on her hips slightly.
[Izzy Montoya] He smiles at the way her breasts bounce, and her lips curve into a breathless smirk, that is somehow softer than she expects it to be. Some might suggest it’s an answering smile, at least in part. Not to her face, of course, but the suggestion exists none the less. She cups his face, briefly, her thumb sliding across his lips, along his smile, before she bends to claim his lips again – possessively, intensely…
She sets the pace at first, until his hands dig into her hips, pulling her down harder, forcing free the soft moans, sounds of pleasure that need no words. They don’t speak – they don’t have too, as their bodies are free to say exactly what they mean, without any words getting in the way.
There is just them. No one else. Just pleasure, just desire, just passion…
She meets his gaze, her own a slow burn in the depths of dark eyes as he holds back, as she rises to meet him, until he spills inside her and triggers her own release, her body arching as she grinds against him, slick inner muscles rippling, tensing, releasing again has he spills inside her…
She rests her forehead against his, as she fights for her breath, her arms slid around his shoulders, her eyes closed as thighs tremble with little aftershocks… Then she tips her head, slighty, to capture his lips in a decidedly languid kiss, with more feeling behind it than she’ll ever let herself think about… enough that he might fear her next words…
“Fine. I’ll eat my damn vegetables.”
…if she were anyone but Izzy, that is…
[Something Wicked] He hold her against him, hearts pounding almost against each other. He had kissen her back the same way she has, with feelings. Her words make him chuckle. “Good. I knew I could convince you”
He kiss her lips once more, brieftly before gently moving to stand up. He took off his pants and boxers and headed for the kitchen smiling at her. It seem cooking naked wasn’t a problem for him. Nakedness never seemed to be bothering him at all in fact. He came back a few minutes later with some carrot, cucumbers, and celery.
He sits back beside her, placing the plate on the table. He takes a carrot and eat it while his hand move to caress her thigh slowly.
[Izzy Montoya] She rolls her eyes at him, but slips from his lap and watches him through lowered lashes as he walks naked into the kitchen, and returns with the vegetables. True to her word, she leans forward and grabs a couple carrots, and her glass of wine, settling back next to him. He caresses her thigh, and she stretches to hook her leg over his, as she dutifully eats her carrots – which she actually likes, but admitting that would be like admitting that she likes it when he’s her in her house, cooking her dinner, fucking her on the couch.
she’s not so much at a loss for words, but rather content to relax for the moment, letting the ease of being with him linger in the air…
Her gaze invariably falls back to the board though, and everything they’ve learned so far, which isn’t really much. “Katie have a membership to a gym, by any chance?”
[Something Wicked] He smiled as he look at her, eating some vegetables, drinking wine “You know, you should take those boxers off”He grinned at her. It felt good, just sitting there with her, after sex. Sex was always great with her and it rarely happened once when they did it. It was more often than not 2 or 3 times in the night. He was glad that no one knew they Izzy and him were seeing each other. He would be forced to deny a lot of you’re an iem accusation if they knew and saw them together. They weren’t a couple. It’s not because lately he was always here, or almsot always here, that was for the case, or because he took care of her and made sure she ate and got some rest, that was being a friend, or because they shared more and more intimate moment that they were a couple..right? right?
After a moment, she ask him about Katie. His hand leave her thigh as she leaned forward to pick Katie’s file and look at it again “As a matter of fact she did. Atlas Gym, situated in the southern edge of Lakeview. “His eyes moved back ot Izzy as his hand came back to rest on her leg
“You think there’s a gym connection somewhere?”
[Izzy Montoya] She smirks, and arches a brow. “I should, should I?” And after a moment, she does, shimmying out of the boxers and tossing them to the side, before resuming her previous position. When his hand rests against her thigh, again, she finishes her carrot and lets her hand fall to slide against his, almost absently.
If anyone saw them together, they’d have to answer questions, questions she refuses to answer inside herself. There would be denials, there would be scoffing, and there would be… well. Thoughts she isn’t sure she’s ready to acknowledge she’s thinking. Because they’re not a couple. [….riiiiiiiiiight….]
She nods, slightly, as he answers her question. “I’ve been struggling to find any connection at all… and well, the guys at Vivian’s gym said he looked buff enough to be a gym rat, so maybe that’s the connection. I’ll take the pictures to Atlas Gym and see if I get anything tomorrow.”
[Something Wicked] He nodded “All right. Anything you want me to look for tomorrow?” He let her answer then letting his hand slide otward her inner thigh, he kiss her once more, sharing hte taste of vegetables with her. He doesn’t touch her warm sex, his hand stopping close though.
“Dinner is almsot ready.” He got up once more, moving her leg away, enjyoing the sight of her naked body and went ot hte kitchen. He came back almsot 10 minutes later with two plates in one hand with roast beef, potatoes, cooked vegetable and grave on meat in each and a bowl of salad and cutelry in the other. He let her clear some space for the food on the living room table and placed everything on it.
The food smelled and looked delicious “Hope you like it. If you do there’s still some left.”
He went back ot hte kitchen, brought the wine bottle and finally sat beside her “Enjoy your meal” He say, looking at her face, smiling then start to eat, glancing at her form time to time.
[Izzy Montoya] She thinks on it for a moment, or two… then. “Yeah, Vivian’s gym again – get all sweaty and grunty with the boys, see if they know anything.”
His hand slides upwards, and she lets it, before leaning into his kiss with a soft sigh that turns into an outright groan when he gets up to finish dinner. Her belly rumbles though, and she admits food is more needed than sex – and there will be plenty of time after dinner too. There always is… and he has promised to help her sleep.
He returns with the food and her stomach grumbles it’s empty state audiby as she sits up to stare at the feast before her, she reaches for her fork and takes a bite of the roast beef and moans appreciatively….
“Holy fuck, you CAN cook…”
And after dinner – she will show him just how much she appreciates that little fact, too. Twice. At least.