[Something Wicked] The night went on, quiet. Derek slept soundly after Izzy had thanked him twice for the dinner. He had been very grateful back and both were exhausted when they had closed their eyes. Morning arrive and Derek wakes up, as usual he’s the first one up.
He looks at Izzy for a moment, pushes a lock of hair away from her face with a finger and smiles. Then he’s up for a visit to the bathroom, followed by the kitchen. He starts the coffee machine, turns on the tv to listen to the news and make some breakfast for both of them. Some eggs and bacon with toasts. He had brought that with hte roast beef last night. He knew Izzy lacked most type of food. He pours himself a glass of orange juice and then sits on the couch, still naked, to glance at the tv and watch the board, wondering if they’ll ever get the killer.
Things weren’t looknig too bad nor were they exactly good either.
[Izzy Montoya] Oh they were both grateful, indeed. Izzy slept like… well, like she always does with Derek. Soundly, comfortably tangled in sheets and him, her face buried alternately in his shoulder, and in the pillow next to him. Normally a light sleeper, she doesn’t even flinch when he pushes the hair back from her face, and she doesn’t see the smile. Perhaps, somewhere, she feels it though, as she curls closer for a moment, before he gets up.
He watches the news, makes breakfast, and waits… It’s the scent of the coffee that wakes her up, followed by the heavenly scent of bacon… She moans at first, and shoves her head back under the pillow, before it registers that he made her breakfast, and he can cook, and fuck it, she’s fuckin’ starving…
To the bathroom, then to the living room stumbles our steadfast detective, staring at the naked man on her couch, bleerily. There’s a decision to make: Coffee, or couch. She’ll have both, but which one first. Shockingly, she picks the later, and flops down onto the couch next to him.
No good morning kiss (yet), no hello, no caress (yet). Instead, she puts her head on his shoulder and bemoans her stomach’s empty state. “….feeeeeeed meeeeee.”
It’s about as pleasant a ‘good morning’ as she’s ever given anyone.
[Something Wicked] He had watched her come to the couch and flops down, her head on his shoulder. He grinned at her words “What’s in it ofr me?” He said, teasing her.
He lower his head toward her face as he tilt her chin up with one finger. He let his lips brush hers for a brief instant “Think about it” He winks and get up, letting her enjoy his nude form and head to the kitchen. A few minutes later, he’s back with two plates of eggs, bacon and toasts, forks in one hand and two coffee mugs in the other. He placed everything down in front of her and where he had been. Then passing in front of her, facing her, he moves to sit down beside her again “Slept well gorgeous zombie?”
[Izzy Montoya] She snorts, slightly, at the question, but she doesn’t resist when he lifts her chin with his finger, sighing softly as his lips brush hers, before she smirks, and lets her head fall back to the couch, making no attempt to hide the fact she does, indeed, enjoy his naked form as he walks through her apartment.
Just as he enjoys hers, sprawled as she is on the couch.
She’s leaning up as he moves past her, and she reaches to slide her hand along his hip in a lazy caress, fingers trailing along him as he moves, before she reaches for the plate he’d set down. The answer to his question comes in a sound that’s lost in translation as she bites into a piece of bacon and moans her appreciation.
“Ummmm. You?” She reaches for the coffee mug and takes a swallow, even if it’s hot – she’s well used to drinking hot coffee too fast on the go.
[Something Wicked] He had indded enjoy her naked form sprawled on the sofa nad made no attempt to hide it either. Both were attracted to the other and neither felt liek concealing that. How they felt about each other was another matter completly..well maybe not really. They weren’t in love with each other right? So there was nothing hide. They jsut were close firends..right? Right?
Of course..pfffsh…without a doubt..no questions there…no sir
Ahem
Derek sits beside her and eats his breakfast. When she asks how he slept he grins “Kinda ok, had decent company beside me” He gently nudge her, obviously teasing her. They both knew he really liked her company, especially naked and or when sex is involved. Last night, he had both: nakedness and sex.
“I slept pretty well seriously” He smiles then look at the board “Ok so today I”m going to pump iron at Vivian’s gym and you’re going to miss the sweatiness and bulging muscles…what a shame.” he shook his head slightly “Beside that, need me to do anything else? And what about you? What are you going to do?”
[Izzy Montoya] No questions at all. Nope. No sirree. She settles back on the couch, props her feet on the coffee table, holds her plate with the edge resting along one breast as she eats her breakfast. She might keep him around for his cooking – yeah. That’s it. And the sex. Nothing else. Nope. course not. And she certainly isn’t nudging his thigh with her own, either.
“Only one bulging muscle I’m worried about.” She gives him a once over, and smirks, before she nods. “Yeah, you go talk to the guys, and I’m gonna call Mr Meathead and have him meet me at Katie’s gym for a work out – ask for help, or some stupid damsel in dismay bullshit, see if he’ll be more forward without the other guys around. Ask some questions there, and maybe sweat a little myself.”
Her hatred of working out is practically legendary. The things she’ll do to solve a case….
[Something Wicked] He grins slightly “Awww and I”m going to miss that…you working out and sweaty. Dammit..life’s unfair” It’s not like he never had seen her sweat..in fact there isn’t a day they have been together she hasn’t sweat at one time. Of course, he better not be around if she train some, they might not make it out of the locker room.
“All right, hopefully you’ll find something with that guy. Or maybe I’ll find something myself” He eats his breakfast and once she was almost done, he deliberatly knock her plate a little so her breasts gets splashes with some egg yolk “Oh I’m so terribly sorry, lemme help you” He said not sounding sorry at all. He lean forward and lick her breasts clean then look back at her
“I’m gonig to take a shower.”He grins, doesn’t say more but the invitation was definatly there. After all a quick sex session in the shower wouldn’t hurt their day at all after all no?
He brings his plate and mug in the kitchen then head for the bathroom. As he walked there, he had a random thoguht. He really should bring some clothes over. He enters the bathroom and turns the shower on, stepping in it.
[Izzy Montoya] He nudges her plate – clearly on purpose – and she snorts, though it turns to a little moan as he licks her breast clean, her nipples hardening instantly, her back arching to… help make sure he doesn’t miss a drop, yeah that’s it….
She rolls her eyes at him, before chasing the last bite of her meal around with the toast, reaching to slap his ass as he gets up, before she leans forward to finish off her coffee.. she stares at the board until the water starts, then gathers her dishes and drops them off in the kitchen. It’s not to long after he’s soaped up that she steps into the shower and slides her arms around him from behind – to get them into the warm water, of course.
She presses a kiss between his shoulder blades, as her hands slide along his chest, his belly, and dip farther still… “Need some help?” She takes his length in her hand, stroking slowly – making sure every inch is clean, naturally….
[Something Wicked] He felt her presence and then her arms were around him, her soft body pressed against his. She kiss him between the shoulder bladesand it surpises him a little. It felt oddly..tender. Her hands move down to his sex and she start to stroke him, the desired effet is pretty quick: she can feel him hardening under her touch
“Yeah, I think I do need some help.”
His hands moved to her sides, caressing her up and down then one moved between them to caress her sex, fingers brushing her sensitive skin, her clit, labias, rubbing slowly for a moment before parting the entrance of her sex and teasing her, sliding in slightly before moving back to her clit. His other hand moves to caress her butt. After a few moments, as he was sure she was getting pretty wet, he loswly turned, his sex fully erected.
Hel ooked at her, letting her decide if she wanted to be fucked right now, or teased some more.. His hands were now caressing her butt, ready to lift her up and unto him.
[Izzy Montoya] She parts her thighs easily for his touch, a pleased sound in the back of her throat as his fingers brush sensitive skin, sliding inside her… When he turns in her arms she lifts a hand to slide along his chest, tweaking a nipple on the way up. She moves her gaze slowly along his skin, lifting until she finally meets his gaze. Her smile is as lopsided as ever, more a smirk than a grin on any day, as she brushes her fingertips across his lips, then hooks her arm around his neck as her thigh slides upwards along his, until she’s lifted on her toes, ready for him to lift her completely…
Only when he does, when she’s helped guide him deep inside her, when her breath catches and her body stretches and tightens in welcome, only when her arms find their way around his neck, only then does the smirk slip into something of a gasped grin….
Blunt nails slide along the back of his neck, and finally she kisses him, fully, passionately and unrestrained.
[Something Wicked] He lift her up easilly. Pound ofr pound, she might be as mean and tough as anybody…but she didn’t weight a lot. He very slowly slide her down along his lenght, her warm inside feeling as good as always. His eyes were locked with hers, his legs parting slightly to allow him a better support for their weight and slowly he started to rock his hips, building a pace as he slid in and out of her
As he moves his hips, he kiss her with the same unrestrained passion as she did. Tongue seeks hers, finds it, twirl with it. It’s a fierce kiss, hard, lusful. Despite having been together countless times in a little over 2 months, the intesity is still the same, always at maximum.
Once the pace is hard and fast, his hands squeeze her butt and then start to pull her odwn on him to meet his thrusts. He buries himself deeper in her, making each movement harder, faster, deeper and more pleasurable. Pleasure rises inside him, threatening to overcome him but he restain himself…not yet..btu as soon as she climax, then he’ll fill her with his seed.
[Izzy Montoya] He lifts her easily, and she wraps her long legs around him, hooking her ankles, her hold helping her move against him, as he controls the pace, holding her against him, pulling her down harder against him, slamming deeper inside. She doesn’t hold back, she never does with him – he builds sensations and desire in her so fast it’s almost frightening the ease he can slip inside her, and make her cum…
her cries echo off the walls in the small bathroom, part of her wanting to wait, to drag it out, despite knowing there will be other times – there always are, they can’t seem to stay apart very long at all, though she doesn’t think about it, not really – but the rest of her, the poundof his sex deep inside, the ripple of desire that pulsates through her, muscles trembling and grasping against him – the rest of her has no chance at all as she falls over the edge, hard and fast, her climax intense enough that nails dig into the back of his shoulder as she holds on… feeling him pulse deep within her…
She kisses him when she can breathe again, before resting her forehead against his, trembling slightly as she closes her eyes, and then – dares. “It would be easier in the mornings if you just brought a few fuckin changes of clothes with you, ya know…”
[Something Wicked] There was something about Izzy that made him so aroused that sometimes it was hard not just to cum inside her quickly. Luckilly there were times liek this morning hwen hse climaxed quickly and it allow him to actually make it last a little longer before exploding inside her, filling her, sex throbbing madly inside her.
Her nails will leave marks on his shoulders, his fingers has on her butt. Anyone who sleep with either of them in the next few days will know that both had sex recently. Of course at this rate they will only sleep with each other ofr the next few days..btu that’s not on his mind. For they aren’t always together, nope…
When was the last time he had slept at his place again?
They kiss again then jsut stay there, her in his arm, him inside her, forehead against forehead as water hits them both, keeping them warm…as if what they did hadn’t spread warmth inside both of them.
“I thought about it..but wasn’t sure if you’d make some psace ofr me or if I owuld have to leave it on the floor. Wouldn’t look good ofr you ot have men’s clothes on the floor when one of your lovers come around” He grins playfully “Should I continue to go through your stack of toothbrushes or should I bring mien as well as cologne and all that?”
[Izzy Montoya] He’s thought about it, too, and some small part of her quivers -in fear, this time, but then some minute shift of muscles reminds her he’s inside her, that she’s in his arms, that he’s fucked her senseless time and time again and she still wants more… another part of her remembers what it’s like now when he doesn’t sleep over, to stare at the wall, to drink herself into a stupor and still not be able to sleep. Reminds her that she reaches for his number before others lately….
…remembers that he can cook, too.
She takes a breath, and then, just three words. Three little words that seem to mean something more; letting go, perhaps, of something else. Someone else, just enough.
“I’ll make room.”
He can assume he can bring his toothbrush along, too, and other such toiletries.
[Something Wicked] He nodded “All right. I’ll stop by appartment before coming over tonight so we an talk about what we’ve learned during the day. Of course if your body builder turns out ot be good company, let me know, we’ll talk on the phone and I’ll come over whenever it’s good.”
He doesn’t assume that because she wants him to hae a few things over that they’re a couple..they’re not..they can’t be right? She isn’t his…she’s her own. One day maybe they’ll be each other..maybe..
Finally he put her down sliding out of her, washing her some, not all over, but enough: her back, breasts, belly, over her sex and ass..he let her clean herself up a little better. After all only cute couple did the washing each other completly..and neither were cute and they weren’t together.
Thoguh lately, the more he told himself the last part, less he believed it. Not that he’d say anything to her. Nor would he admit it to himself. It was robably jsut the case making them act this way. After it, she might hook up with another partner and spend a lot of time with him…yeah..definatly..
God it was hard to convince himself…
After the shower, he got up with her, dried himself up and started to brush his teeth.
[Izzy Montoya] She snorts, playfully. “He’s probably a roidhead – and you know what they say about those…” She slaps at his ass, lightly, but doesn’t deny that he might turn out to be good company either, exactly. He doesn’t assume, and she doesn’t either. Letting him bring things over is a good enough leap for the commitphobe in her this morning.
She does, however, let him help get her clean, returning the favor as well, teasingly stroking him, before sliding soaped hands along his ass, his back, his shoulders. They weren’t cute, they weren’t together – they simply couldn’t keep their hands off each other. That’s it. Simple, really.
[…not at all simple, not in the least little bit…]
She wraps herself in a towel, and rubs another through her hair as she heads to the bedroom to get dressed, not thinking at all how good he looks brushing his teeth in her bathroom. She’ll make room – but it will be later. She dries herself off, and slips into her typical work attire, though she packs a workout bag for the trip to the gym, too. She’ll add the perp’s picture, and whatever else she needs on the way out the door.
For now, as he finishes getting ready, she finds herself staring at the board again, her brow creased as she continues to search for another connection. She has every inch of the board memorized, but she stares at it just the same. Something is bound to click….eventually.
[Something Wicked] He had watched her leave the bathroom and then finished drying himself up after brushing his teeth. He got dressed, lookig at her then smiled “I’ll call you later” Then he left her.
No kisses, no have a good day.
She looks at the board..so many things related..similar…blond girls, strangled, the two most recent were members of gyms..the two gyms being at opposite sides of lakeview, all three were beautiful…they knew the man was big, blond, drove a dark honda with a stolen plate…there was something there..a link somewhere…and they had other small info..the 20 days..an boyfriend named Patrick in one case…two were single or so they say…two found in the woods, one in the water…deaths were in 2008, 2010 and 2011…
[Izzy Montoya] He doesn’t kiss her, doesn’t tell her to have a good day, just that he’ll call her later, and she makes some sort of noise that agrees as she stares at the board. There’s something there, a link, something she’s missing, and she is unaccustomed to missing anything, anything at all.
She reaches for her phone and dials boy wonder’s number, as she watches. When he answers – if he does – she puts on her best act yet. “HeyJosh – I was thinkin, I have this guest pass at a gym, and really, i don’t know shit all about working out. Wanna come show me the ropes?”
Simple enough, right? She continues to watch the board as she listens to his reply….
[Something Wicked] There’s something..something there for sure. It’s just on the edge of her mind…well maybe later she’ll grasp it.
Josh answers after a few rings. “Hello?” He listen to her words “Sure..but..who’s that?”He ask slightly confused. The man probably knew quite a few girls who would be delighted to have him help them in amny ways.
[Izzy Montoya] She laughs, and then with mock hurt. “Aw. And I thought sure the shiny handcuffs and badge would make me unforgettable… I’m crushed, Matthews. Crushed.”
Good thing her ego isn’t so easily manipulated, hm?
[Something Wicked] “Oh yeah..you’re the lady detective form yesterday”She can hea him smile now. Maybe he likes the ideas of handcuffs “Sorry, I owuld’ve recognize you instantly in person…on the phone..it’s different..so yeah, I can help you some. When and were you want ot meet?”
He ask sounding more confident now. Guess he did make a good impression on the hot cop.
[Izzy Montoya] She chuckles when he remembers her at last, and gives him the name and address of Katie’s gym, followed with “Yeah. Name’s Izzy. You free in an hour? I’ve got some things to clear up on my desk here, and I can meet you then…”
A beat, and a tease. “I’ll bring the handcuffs, if you want…”
[Something Wicked] “Nice to meet you Izzy. I”He stop himself..she knew her name already after all “An hour sounds good.”He paused “Handcuffs sounds tempting. See you at the gym”
He hung up and started to get ready for meeting that nice looknig detective again. The boys will definatly be jealous.
[Izzy Montoya] She chuckles and hangs up the phone. “Gotcha.”
She grabs her bag, and makes sure her weapons are holstered, one at the small of her back, the second at the ankle, and slips on her blazer before she takes up the phone agian and calls the gym.
And pulls some strings. “I hear you do day passes to try out the gym for membership. This is Detective Izzy Montoya – and I’d like two such passes.. one for me, and a guest. I’ll be there in 30 minutes. No trainer needed. How much?”
Sometimes, even if such a thing doesn’t exist, stating her profession makes them suddenly available.
[Something Wicked] The voice at the end hadn’t been sure. She asked Izzy ot wait so she could talk to the manager. After some time a price was given, a fair one and she was told they’ll be expecting her.
Izzy drove to the gym to arrive before Josh. Like the gold gym, Atlas gym was a nice one, spacious with good equipments, most of the same services avalaible and to her eyes, the clientele seemed identical to the other place. She could swear she has seem half of them yesterday.
The manager greets her, curious about why she need the passes but not noisy enough to ask too many questions. He charges Izzy, gives her a receipt then after making sure she odesn’t need anything..she was after all a cop (a hot babe) andh e had to do his public service.
A few minutes later, Josh arrives, dressed in a wife beater, shorts, carrying a gym back. He smiles to her “Hello Izzy, ready to get sweaty?”
[Izzy Montoya] She doesn’t give them any real reason for needing the pass other than to suggest she’s looking for a good home gym, and she’s willing to test them all before she decides. Or maybe, since she’s meeting someone, she’s deviating from her normal routine to hide a secret rendezvous – With Izzy, anything is possible.
She takes the chance to change into a pair of leggings and a t-shirt, looking just about as good as anyone else, if not quite as muscle bound. She has her own strengths though, for sure.
One is her acting skill, as she chuckles at Josh, and nods. “I’ll never tire of being asked that. Where do we start, boss?”
[Something Wicked] He smiles “Let’s warm you up first” He puts her through a serie of light exercises before letting her handle bigger charges. He mgiht not be the smartest man alive, but he’s not a complete idiot. Slightly on the macho side, he didn’t put her through anything to hard, testing her strenght, sohwing her how to do it..showing off a little as well. He was a powerful man. Probably stronger than Derek.
He talks with her if she wants to, of nothing of importance. When asked why he looked umcomfortable when the guys pointed him as a possible guess for who was on the pic, he tells her that being unjustifiably accused of being a suspect..in front of a good looking cop wasn’t something he was ok with.
Unless hse has other important questions ot ask him..the rest of his conversation is about himself..a little about her and trying to see if she wants to meet later for a drink..or more.
[Izzy Montoya] She keeps it light for the most part, as he puts her through her paces. He’s strong, and shows off, and she appreciates it, and lets him know. He’s stronger than Derek, true, but instead of making her think more of him, it seems to only have her think more of derek, and well, thats not something she’s quite prepared to admit.
So, while they chat, lightly, she asks him questions that are deceptively mild. Did he know Vivian well? Was there anyone that didn’t like her? Anything weird that he’d noticed around the gym, anything at all… and my look at those guns – and holy shit, you can bench how much? Prove it….
Her questions are always natural, interspersed in the work out, without seeming too awkward, or to the point, and she chuckles at one point. “Already promised you a beer. If you want to see my tits, you’ll have to ask nicely.”
[Something Wicked] He had known Vivian only in passing. A hello there, once she had asked him to help her, nothing special. To his knowledge, no one had a problem with her. She wasn’t really the chatty type in the gym. She came most of the time alone, sometime with a friend. Didn’t give anyone attitude. Nothing more he could tell her really.
He did prove ot her how strong he was and at the end of the work out, jsut agter he had asked if she wanted to go out later, she takes him by surprise. Yet, which man could resist. “Really? Can I see your tits? You’re gorgeous and I’d lvoe to see them..all of you if you’re interested”
Wow, not every day you get to hook up with a girl a nice and direct as this woman.
[Izzy Montoya] She idly asks about her friend, but then concentrates on perfecting her form on some exercise or another…
She just smirks, and grabs him by the front of his wife beater and pulls him closer, before she winks and turns toward the empty sauna, pulling him with her and locking the door. She lets go once she’s in the sauna, the steam sliding up around them like caressing fingers, and she peels out of her shirt, before she settles to sit on the bench and arches a brow.
Maybe it’s the things with Derek. Maybe it’s how close their getting, maybe it’s a hundred and one different things, but she – champion of the one night stands – can’t quite seem to get off once he gets over any nerves about it being so public, once he gets her leggings off, once he buries himself in her…
It’s not the same. She’s going through the motions, and she knows it. She doesn’t like it – but she knows it. Fortunately, she can make him think he’s the king of the world, still. And after, she just offers him that lopsided smirk, and nods. “Gimme a call – specially if you hear anything about Vivian around the gym, will ya?”
Then she’s off to the showers, making sure to take long enough that he gives up and leaves before she does. On her way out, she questions them about Katie, showing her picture, along with that of Vivian’s kidnapper, and works the gym to see what she might dig up….
Anything to stop thinking. Well, to stop thinking of Derek, and what this little interlude might mean. Because they are not a couple. NOt at all. Right?
[Something Wicked] She made his day. Josh had a blast taking her and didn’t notice if she was slightly off. How would he know right? He came, she pretended to come and she told him to call her again. He definatly will. The thought of Vivian far from his mind.
After a while, he leaves so she’s free to investigate. The manager is the only one who vaguely remembers her. He haad seen the news about her death months ago. He just remember her being quite the object of attraction to many. She was really good looking and in shape. He took the time to look at the pic. He told her it could be many guys in this gym or another.
He ask her if there was anything else, if not, he’d go back to his business.
[Izzy Montoya] She thanks him for his time, and takes a last look around, before she takes her things and makes her way back to the apartment. She’s got a lot to think about…
….and even more that has nothing at all to do with the case.