[Derek Anderson] The day went by, warm and clear sky. Of course it didn’t mean anything to cops. Shit happens on the most beautiful of days after all..hell people go crazy on Christmas of all days. So as it happened, both detectives had to go out on the field to investigate in their own territory. After a long sweaty day, they got home, Derek a little earlier and not caring how the other smelled, they had sex, hard, passionate and intense in the living room.A quick shower later and they had dinner, ham and salad that Derek had prepared for her.
After some laying on the couch, drinking the rest of the wine, they decided that it would be good to go out and get drunk. It’s been a while since they have done so. They found themselves in one of their usual dive place, the regulars now used to see the big muscular young blond with the stunning, tough brunette.
Derek sits at a table, wearing jeans, running shoes and a t-shirt that hides the gun tucked in the small of his back. His eyes are on his girlfriend/lover/mate? He smiles as drinks are brought to them. He’s silent for a moment as he drinks, enjoying the taste of alcohol before tilting his head
“You know, I think we’re having it easy…I haven’t heard about our “guardians” for so long that i sometimes I think we’re actually left to our own devices. Not that I”m complaining”
[Izzy Montoya] Work was hell.
Of course, in their line of work, it usually is – being a cop certainly isn’t all rainbows and flowers and sweet smelling cotton candy. It’s blood and death and darkness, it’s hard work, taxing both the mind and the body. It’s hell on earth, and she loves every fucking minute of it.
She’s also come to l…enjoy coming home, finding Derek there, fucking him until they both can’t move, can’t breathe, can’t speak for at least a few minutes…and finding dinner ready for her too. The showers, the touches, the easy conversation… it’s becoming more familiar, more comfortable, and maybe a little less scary.
a little.
She’s settled at the table in their current hangout, dressed down in a pair of jeans and a tank top worn under an unbuttoned blouse that hides the weapon at the small of her back. She crosses her legs under the table, and watches Derek. It still surprises her that she has not tired of looking at him – no matter what the situation. She likes the way he looks, likes the way he looks at her.
She snorts at the comment, and nods, lifting her drink to her lips. “It would be nice – but I’m sure that’s far from the case. I haven’t been to the church in ages. They’ll come to find me, eventually.”
[Derek Anderson] He grins “Yeah maybe. I guess if we fly under the radar we can postpone that for some more time. Hell not even sure Katherine is still in town. Haven’t heard anything about her in ages”
He shrugs. it didn’t matter now. What mattered was the woman in front of him, the one he thinks more and more that he can’t lose..ever. There was a little routine now between them, yet, for him at least, nothing was taken for granted. He still kisses her as if it’s the last almost every times. Unless they both find themselves in a very sensual/romantic mood. It doesn’t happen often, but it’s been known to, once in a while.
They weren’t couple like in public and it was fine with him. After all it’s not because they weren’t holding hand that he would be afraid of losing her. Her kisses, her touch, the way she looks at him reminds him that she wants him. Of that there was no doubts.
“So, should we just get as drunk as possible and then get back home and fuck? Or do you have some other ideas?”
[Izzy Montoya] She nods. “Haven’t heard anything from Kora since she dropped her kid. Roman either – but well, he ain’t Fenrir.” As if that makes a difference somehow. He is with Kora’s pack, but Izzy is not his responsibility. Of course, Izzy would suggest that she’s her own responsibility and no one elses, but thats a different battle.
He thinks more and more that he can’t lose her. She tries not to think on it at all – tries not to realize that when he leaves the bed in the morning, always before her, that she reaches for him, to pull him back, to make sure he’s close. She tries not to think on the fact that he crosses her mind more than once a day, and more than just when wondering if he’s naked, or what they’ll have for dinner. She tries not to think of what it means when he kisses her, as if it’s the last time, as if he can’t get enouh and doesn’t want to go, and knows he may never be there again…
She tries not to think – but it consumes her thoughts none-the-less. They weren’t lovey dovy in public. She just isn’t that type. They are still connected, by some invisible bond, something they can almost see, and definitely feel.
And he understands her – his statement/question makes lips curl into an amused smirk, a huff of laughter escaping. “Since when do we wait until we get home?! Drinking is good. We could also… lets see. I always kick your ass at pool – how about darts?”
[Derek Anderson] He smiles at her “True enough..but we do it longer at home. Of course the alley behind the bar is tempting. In an hour or so we definitely should visit it or the ladies room..though I think the lock is broken” He shrugs, not that it would bother them much to be seen. She did open the door naked for the delivery boy lately after all.
Either way, one thing was sure. He wanted to have sex with her as often if not more than any of her other lovers and no matter how much she give herself to him, he wanted more. Add to that that he really cared then maybe it’s no surprise she found herself attracted to him. He desired her 24/7 for everything that she is.
He drinks some more before smiling widely “Oooh darts..sounds good. Be warned that I”m pretty good at those. So how many games..and what do you want to bet?”
Of course, they couldn’t play something and not bet after all.
[Izzy Montoya] It is not often a man keeps her attention beyond a few fucks – especially if he’s not Garou, if he doesn’t have that dangerous edge that suggests she could die for thinkin of fucking him, let alone actually doing so, and enjoying it. IT was always a way to regain her power, regain her control, after what happened to her in Florida. Getting them to fuck her, and control themselves and their natural urge to dominate her was something of a triumph. An addictive one.
But Derek – he holds her attention still. Even more so, she wants him still, even now, even after already fucking him this morning before work, then after work. The thought of him makes her wet, anticipating his touch makes her eyes darken with desire, her belly quiver with excitement. She wants him. He cares about her, and if she were honest, she’d admit she feels the same.
So she’ll concentrate on darts. He says he’s pretty good, and she snorts. “Yeah, yeah. Maybe a game you can finally win.” Lips curve into a bemused smirk, as she considers the bet… “Let’s see. Winner gets to choose anywhere in the city to fuck – even if it’s right out in public, or right on Kate or Kora’s lawn. Anywhere. Time and place of the winners sole discretion.”
[Derek Anderson] He gets up and grins “I’d so fuck you in Kate’s pool” He shakes his head “But that’d mean death in a pretty particular fashion I think. Well I’ll think of something after i win” Oh yes he sounded very confident
He moves close to her, one hand caressing her butt briefly, subtly as they head for the dart board. He never thought he’d date a kin, if only because they can be claimed by any Garou around without him being able to do anything. And most were tame or were idiots. And then Izzy stepped into his life and he was addicted to her presence after a few meetings. Now, he thought about her more than he thought about anything else.
Either he was going crazy or he was in love..he wasn’t sure which was better.But the latter meant he wouldn’t be institutionalised and be with her for a long time.
“So the bet is for one game or a three out of five or something?” He asks her as he pick his darts and gets ready to play against her. History says that in the end, he’ll lose..but he was too stubborn to listen to it.
[Izzy Montoya] History says that he’ll lose – but also proves that they both tend to win in these situations, that each bet simply maginifies the excitement of the other’s presence and keeps the anticipation high. He brushes his hand across her ass in a soft caress, and she snorts, playfully swatting at him even if that ‘swat’ really ends up in her fingers brushing against his crotch. “Accidentally” of course.
He’d fuck her in Kate’s pool. Izzy makes a face. “Gross. Lukas probably fucked Danicka in there. It’s totally tainted. I, of course, would fuck you in Kate’s bed.”
Talk about a death sentence…. She grins and takes up the darts.
“Two out of three – I should give you a sporting chance, anyway…”
[Derek Anderson] He laughs at her words “Actually, he might but Kate is so germ phobic that if she caught him on camera, she’d wash the pool and them with bleach. As for her bed..yeah, that’d be the first sex it have seen in it’s existence”
He grins at her “Kate is still a virgin I”m sure. She’s a tease but wouldn’t know what to do with a cock even if it was pressed against her lips.. She’d probably blow in it and try to play it like a flute.”
He shakes his head, amused. “Anyway, let me start this and see how things go”
He grins at her, then focus and start throwing darts.
(and the game has begun)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 2, 4, 8, 9, 10 (Failure at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
[Izzy Montoya] She laughs, outright, at his dissection of Kate’s phobias. “I head she was fuckin some druggie from Florida though. Mark, or something. Rumors, maybe, but all rumors have a germ” heh.heh.heh. ” of truth, right?” A beat, as she waits for his first through, and softly adds…
“I bet she likes it up the ass…”
Just to throw him off. She knows Derek is more than fond of her own ass, and well, his being preoccupied can only ease her win….
(So it has!)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 6, 7, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Derek Anderson] Of course, Izzy knew him well and the thought of Kate taking it in the ass was distracting. He might say a lot of things about her, because joking about her was easy but in the end, he kinda liked and respected the Silver Fang. And she was easy on the eyes.
So over active imagination and history did their work and he got beaten badly. “Wow, those darts are crooked. Can’t fly straight i tell you” He shakes his head
“All right, let’s go for round two. And stop talking about asses dammit” He says with a slight grin.
(once more)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5, 7, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Izzy Montoya] Success. Which, of course, she expected. She grins and shrugs, slightly, unrepentant, as he tells her to quit talking about asses.
“Want I should show you mine instead?” Shouldn’t hurt, since the darts are crooked and all….
(again!)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 9 (Failure at target 6)
[Derek Anderson] This time, the game turns out differently. He outmatches her and he grins at her “Well maybe you should do just that hun…show me that ass. Then again, might make me want to win more so I can fuck it in the place of my choosing”
He moves close to her, body pressing slightly against her, crotch rubbing against ass a little. It wasn’t a display of affection, it was teasing and lust.
Then he started round three.
(accuracy will win)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Izzy Montoya] Teasin, lust, domination by the way she played that game. She growls, frustrated, but pushes back against him anyway, teasing in return…
“Maybe… maybe not.”
She reaches to slide her hand across his crotch again, lingering, before she starts round three. This time for the win…
(accuracy, smaccuracy!)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
[Derek Anderson] He smiles when she touches his crotch and then it was time for the game. In some kind of freak cosmic event, they finish both with the same amount of points.
“Well then I guess it’s sudden death time….maybe we should add something to the bet. Like doing it in front of some members of the winner’s opposite sex. I know you like to show off after all. And have those people glimpse at us, will probably turn you on.
Unless you have something more devious in mind?”
He smiles and once she has spoken, he starts the game.
(and last round)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 3, 4, 5, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
[Izzy Montoya] “aaaaaaah, and he angles for a voyeuristic threesome. Well done, sir…”
She agrees with a curt nod, and the concentrates on her darts – not bothering for something more devious – at least, not this time around.
(and again!)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 4, 4, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6) Re-rolls: 2
[Derek Anderson] He grins when he watches her play. it was close, very close. But in the end, he won and a triumphant grin spread across his lips.
“Well seems like I managed to beat you at something” He let his hand move up her thighs and between her legs slightly, teasingly before moving back it their table and drinks. He stops “I’ve got no idea where we could do it..and there would be women who wouldn’t call the cops on us”
He grins slightly “I think the alley would help me think” He watches her “I do think the ladie’s room of one of our favourites would be good..they have a few women there, more than here…or a strip club..strippers wouldn’t get us kicked out”
[Izzy Montoya] his hand wanders, and she lets it, stepping into the tease in fact, as she chuckles and shakes her head. “Hmmm. Maybe I let you win.” fat chance of that,,, she’s too competitive and they both know it. But that’s the story she sticks with, as she grabs her drink from their table and takes a swallow.
She arches a brow slightly. “Would help you think, hm? Well, no one said you had to decide right now. Of course, I’m not adverse to the alley – as you well know.”
She snorts at the idea of the strip club, though it’s with that same little lopsided smirk. “Just make it a classy one – don’t need to catch anything from the down and out joints…” A classy strip club. That’d be a find indeed…
Not that she much cares – she’ll do him wherever and whenever he wants… that has yet to change.
[Derek Anderson] He downs his drink “I think I’ll claim my prize another night. Maybe we’ll find ourselves in the perfect psot and I’ll go..oh yes, I’m doing you right here”
He grins “But for now, I want you, bad..outside. Then some more drinking, maybe some other bet and finally a very naughty rest of night at home”
He heads toward the back exit, knowing she will follow. It was something they often did. One decides where they would fuck and the other would follow without question, wanting it as badly.
He opens the door and waits ofr her, allowing her to decide how it should happen.
[Izzy Montoya] She nods, and chuckles. “Winner’s right.” Referring to the choice of time and place and such. she tosses back her drink as he tells her he wants her – right here, right now, outside. He dictates his plans for the night, and that smirk turns dangerously close to a grin as she watches him head toward the back entrance.
She follows.
There was never any doubt at all that she would.
He opens the door, and she slips through moments after he does, and studies him for half a second before she’s pushin him back against the wall, and laying claim to his lips with her own. There is nothing tender about the kiss – it is possession, desire, lust… all twisted about her tongue as it tangles with hers, her lean form arching against him with a soft groan as her hands find the fastenins of his pants, freeing his length into the warmth of her stroking hand…
A stroke or three later, and she sinks to a crouch (not gonna kneel in this alley – no telling what’s down there!) and looks up at him, before taking him into her mouth, slowly, teasingly, sucking him deep into her throat with a soft moan that vibrates against sensitive skin… her fingers lift to slide under his shirt, teasin across skin as she runs her tongue along his length, and takes him deep into her throat once again…
[Derek Anderson] He kisses her with the same fierce passion. She was his, all his as he was all hers. She undo his pants and take his sex out, stroking and eventually sucking him and oh how her mouth feels good. He would be hard pressed to say if he preferred to fuck her, ass or pussy or being sucked by her. She was just so good at it.
It was a twist of fate maybe that both were good at oral sex, both loved have it done on them and both enjoyed doing it to the other. He couldn’t a stand to be with a woman who was only about penetration. He had to be able to smell her intimacy, taste it, enjoy it with mouth, nose, fingers and not just his sex. And how he loved having his in a woman’s mouth. And lately..only hers..in the future..still hers.
Fingers moves in her hair and let her do as she wish.
[Izzy Montoya] There is so uch mmore than just penetration. There are so many ways to touch, be touched… Not that theres anything bad with a straight up fuck – she still loves that as much as anything else, but every experience – every experience is something new, something amazing, even if they’ve done it hundreds of times before.
The man makes the experience.
And she loves the man.
[not that she’s admitted that, quite yet. Not out loud at least..]
She pulls his pants down a bit, so to free his balls into her hand as well, fingers caressing sensitive skin lightly, teasing as she sucks him, tongue sliding along his shaft, tasting his skin, the moisture that gathers at the tip, tasting him as she moves in a slow steady rhythm…
[Derek Anderson] He moans softly, enjoying her mouth so much. “Ooooh god it feels good” He says softly.
They have done so many things, so many times. Yet each time it’seven more pleasurable than the last. She could suck him every days many times a day and it would be the best blow job each time. He thinks she felt the same way about his mouth on her sex.
“”Want me to cum in your mouth, or want me to fuck you brains out so you can be all loud out here?”
he didn’t mind either way. He’ll fuck her later at home and make her scream his name until the neighbours will either move or ask to watch.
[Izzy Montoya] She’s tempted to simply say yes. She wants him to cum in her mouth, fuck her brains out, make the neighbors bang on walls and tell them to stop, make them want to come watch, make the patrons of the bar inside jealous because he gets to bury himself balls deep into her – mouth, pussy, ass, it doesn’t matter, it all matters, HE matters… Oh how she is tempted to answer all of the above…
But she wants him – wants his touch, needs it in a way she’s never needed anyone elses. She lets him slide free from her lips, and rises smoothly to stand, and kiss him, passionately, pressing against him as she all but growls, softly… “Fuck me.”
Her hands fall to tear at the fastenings of her jeans, even as she kisses him again, grabbing his hand and shoving it down her pants, between her thighs, so that he can feel how very wet she is for him… how ready and willing…
“Fuck me… now.”
[Derek Anderson] Her lips leaves his cock and he almost whimpers. She has such a great mouth. She gets up and ask him to fuck her. She undo her pants, presses his hand against her warm, wet sex. He rubs it slowly with a grin
“Yes ma’am”
He turns her so she face the wall and bend her forward pulling her pants down, exposing her pussy and ass. He guides his rock hard cock inside her and fills her completely, stretching her. Grinding so she could feel his balls against her. One hand reaches under her tank top to squeeze one of her breasts, the other on her hip as he starts slamming his sex in her fast, hard, deep.
She wants him to fuck her and there’s no mistaking that it’s what he was doing. Fucking her liek an animal…all lust, passion and desire.
[Izzy Montoya] That almost whimper makes her grin… even as he turns her around to face the wall, and pulls her jeans down.. she bends forward, reaching between her thighs to help guide him into her, grunting with as he grinds against her, filling her so completely…
She rests her forehead against her arm on the wall, pressing back against him, meeting his thrusts with quickened breath, soft moans… her nipples harden as he finds her breast, and she slides her fingers down and back to stroke him as he fills her, again and again, before sliding up to circle her clit, driving herself even higher, adding to the overwhelming sensations of desire and lust…
He fucks her.. and she succumbs to the base sensation and passion that always simmers under the surface, begging for release, brought to the fore by his touch, his cock deep inside, his body grinding up against hers, inside her….
“OhFUCKyeah…”
[Derek Anderson] How he loved her body, the way she moved with him, the little things she did to augment their pleasure or hers. She was gorgeous to watch when she touched herself, a vision he got sometimes when she was straddling him and rubbing her clit at the same time. He knew she was doing it now, he could hear it in the sounds she made and it turned him on so much.
He wasn’t slowing down, moving as fast and hard as possible, flesh smacking against flesh, his own pleasure rising fast inside him, especially after being in her mouth previously. He holds it though for he wanted her to climax with him.
But once she reaches it, he explodes in her, filling her with his seed, seed. He knew she wouldn’t get pregnant so he had no compulsion against filling her over and over again with it.
“Ahhh fuck, it’s good” He says before leaning forward to nibble at her neck
[Izzy Montoya] He wasn’t slowing down – and she didn’t want him too.. pushing back against him, urging him on with her cries, the sounds that he loves so much, driving herself higher with the tease of her own fingers, until she can’t take it any longer, and she grinds back against him with a cry, slick inner muscles tightening and rippling about him as she loses herself to the very basic of human releases, desire’s culmination in a rush of searing sensations and screamed desire…
He fills her, and she feels him spasm deep within, and she trembles in his arms as he nibbles at her neck, fighting to regain her stolen breath as she bares her neck for him and chuckles, breathlessly…
“it always fuckin’ is….” Good, she means… great even, though she wouldn’t want his head to swell with such compliments.
Well, the one head, again, maybe… (definitely)
[Derek Anderson] He stays with her like that for a moment, before pulling out slowly and pulling his pants up, a smile on his lips. He caresses her ass a moment and then let her get dressed “Hmmmm I”m all thirsty now” He grins and waits for her to be ready and heads back inside the bar with her, going back to their table and some more drinks.
Life was good with her. Drinks, sex, sweet moments here and there…all kind of things that made living and work bearable. It was easier to like your life when after dealing with the worst of society, you could go back one to this wonderful person that made you forget about everything but the two of you.
He drinks some more, silent, eyes on her, telling her how much he thought she was beautiful and that later, there will be more of what happened in the alley.
[Izzy Montoya] She arches her back, pushing into that caress a bit, before she chuckles and turns around, pulling up her pants and fastening them, making sure her holster is secure again at the small of her back, before she reaches and wraps her fingers in his t-shirt and pulls him close. She studies his eyes for a moment, the lines of his face, traces his lips with her gaze, before she kisses him, deeply, intensely.
Then, she lets him go and smirks at him. “Me too.”
She follows him inside, licking her lips, savoring the taste of him even now as she watches his ass. Damn but she loved it when he wore jeans… She settles to sit and take up another drink, as she meets his gaze, evenly. Even when he scares her, she refuses to look away – even when his eyes tell her more than she thinks she is ready to hear, she refuses to back down, to admit her own weakness, to turn away from what he feels…
What she feels is an entirely different matter – but she doesn’t have to face that, not yet, despite the fact it’s written very clearly in her own eyes as she watches him.
“So. Next wager?”
[Derek Anderson] He smiles as they sit, watching each other with so many things left unsaid. But never needed to talk all the time. They were perceptive, except when it was related to them, and they were people of action. The kisses, the sex, the touches told them much more than what words could say.
Seh ask for the next wager “Pool or dart.. just so I don’t wager knowing I’ll lose without a doubt”
He thinks about it “So how about winner gets to tie the other one for an evening or delicious pleasure.” He pauses “I know you might not be too keen on that so it’s a suggestion. I can come up with something else”
They both knew why she might not be too keen into being tied up. Not that he would do anything to hurt her. And if one could be honest about it..one would have to admit that it could be very pleasurable when done right….but some memories are hard to cast away.
“So you pick the game.” He says, getting up and ready to move toward the pool table or dart board.
[Izzy Montoya] She starts to protest, when he continues, and says he can think of something else. She watches him, for a long moment, and then, she nods. “For you. For one hour.”
The level of trust implied in those five simple words is indisputable. It says more than anything else what she feels, what she doesn’t say, doesn’t have to say. He knows of her past, of her issues with it. He knows she fears enclosed spaces to an almost debilitating degree. He knows she was captured, and used, and abused more than most women could survive. That she would allow him to restrain her… even if only for an hour…
Professing love out loud doesn’t have near the impact and import that those five words do.
But it’s no mistake she leads him to the pool table, instead of darts.
[Derek Anderson] His blue eyes look into hers “One hour it’ll be for you, the evening for me if you win” He knew what it meant for her to allow him to do so. And he couldn’t acknowledge it with less than the initial wager for her. He moves with her to the pool table “two out of three again?”
He picks his cue and then move to rack the balls. “All right, you break them”
He moves to watch her play, knowing that distracting her is almost useless. She was pretty good at this. So instead he prefers to watch her bend over form behind or the sides. She was always fun to look at after lal.
[Izzy Montoya] She takes a breath, and then nods. She trusts him. She has for a long while, and this is a gift that she can give him that he will enjoy – and likely she will too. And maybe, just maybe, it would help excise some deamons, too.
He just has to win, first.
She nods, and the corner of her lips hooks up into a lopsided smirk, the softer one only he ever sees. “Two out of three.”
And she breaks – knowing he watches her, and knowing she’ll do nothing less than her best to win.
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 5, 5, 7, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
[Derek Anderson]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 3, 4, 4, 7, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6) Re-rolls: 2
[Derek Anderson] He watches her play and then it’s his turn. They pocket balls here and there but after some time, he’s in the lead. A few rounds later he sinks the 8 ball. He raises a brow and smile at her “Either it’s my night tonight or you’re just doing what you do best, give me some leeway and then destroy me in the next games”
She had done it so often, steal victory at the last possible moment. He let her rack the balls for another game, his smile not leaving his lips.
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 1, 3, 3, 7, 10 (Failure at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
[Izzy Montoya] She… loses. She growls softly under her breath, but when he teases her, she has to chuckle. She shakes her head. “Maybe.”
She doesn’t suggest that it might be what she has in mind, but sets her sights, instead, on the win. Because she will win – she always wins…. right?
[RIGHT?]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Derek Anderson] They play again, this time the game closer in fact he would’ve won if he hadn’t pocket the white with the 8 ball. He blinks a few times “Well I’ll be damned”
He looks at her”I think you distracted the ball. It totally wanted to be closer to those stunning breasts of yours” He grins,teasing. He was competitive but never a sore loser.
He racks the balls up “Well last round.” It often went to the last game to decide the winner.
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 3, 3, 4, 4, 6, 6, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
[Izzy Montoya] She snorts. “Yes, because even inanimate objects want to fondle my tits.” She’s breathing easier though, slightly, because at least it wasn’t a blow out, she’s put on a good showing durin the contest. And there is no lack of trust – just a slight fear, an unease at the base of her spine, the pit of her belly. But a wager is a wager and a promise a promise… She will not back down.
She never backs down.
So she nods, and slaps his ass as she walks by, and starts to play again. This time, to determine the winner….
[Don’t make me break out the cuss bot!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 4, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
[Derek Anderson] He grins “Hun, no one or nothing in their right mind could say no to those tits” He winks, keeping things light. He knew that she was probably worried about losing, because the prize would be hard for her to perform. But he wasn’t an idiot either. If he wins and she can’t handle it then he’ll untie her. No pint in trying to pleasure her if she’s tensed and uncomfortable after all.
They play and the game is tight. It’s up to the last ball once more. Except this time, Derek sinks it and the white stays on the table. His blue eyes looks at her “Well this is really my night” he says with a small smile.
He places the cue down and walks to her, placing his hands on her hips, not caring if they were in public. He leans slightly toward her “But you haven’t lost everything…I let you win this. I want to eat your pussy and ass. I really want to..just pick when and where. Tonight. As for both my prizes, I’ll claim them soon but not tonight.Tonight I want you until we fall asleep the moment we stop moving”
[Izzy Montoya] He calls her hun, and that brow of hers shoots up as she looks at him, the little smirk growing – and somehow softening at the same time. She lets it roll around her mind a few moments, and then decides not to give him hell about it. Because truth be told, she kind of liked it, and all it implied.
Then…
she loses. She stares at the pocket now holding the 8 ball secure, and snorts, briefly. She sets her cue down carefully, and takes a slow breath… It’s his night, he says, and she chuckles briefly, forcing herself to relax as she turns to face him. “So it would seem. Must mean next time I’m going to so kick your ass…”
He comes closer, and places his hands on her hips. She lifts hers to his chest, hoping that he can’t feel her trembling, though it eases as he speaks. He wants to have her as his midnight buffet, and she relaxes against him, her arms sliding around his neck, even here, in public. Someone whistles, but she ignores them. It’s a rare treat for them to see her acting human rather than cop.
“Take me home then, and get on with it. It’s been hours since I came last, an’ i’m fuckin’ due for another…”