[Derek Anderson] Another day over with in warm and grey Chicago. The week was starting, his transfer to homicide almost completed. He still had a few tests to pass, some filed training but he was passing everything with flying colours and the fact he had caught a serial killer with Izzy, helped him as well. Tonight he didn’t felt like cooking so he had called Izzy and asked her to join him at one of their favourite steakhouse..yes their…
Lately many things has become theirs, ours, we and all that. He felt quite comfortable with that change. He liked coming home and spending time with Izzy, lounging on the couch, going for drinks, a walk and of course sex…a lot of it. Always intense, always wonderful. He wasn’t sure if he was in love yet..but it sure looked and felt that way.
He arrives the restaurant and looks around for the familiar beautiful face of his lover. If she wasn’t there, he asks for a table for two and wait for her. She’s greeted by a smile and a “Hello, you come here often?”
[Izzy Montoya] She isn’t there when he arrives, having been stopped on the way out of the office by Finn. It’s a confrontation that has been long in coming and it does not end well, though in that ending, there might finally be the chance for a new beginning, too. It’s weighed on her for months, his apparent corruption, and now she has what she needs to help him.
His confirmation.
His desire to get out.
Somehow though it hurts like fucking hell, at least there is hope, and somehow that makes it better. A little anyway.
Other things in her life are better too, though a lot less apt to be named, or examined. It’s too real that way, too close for comfort, too… much, maybe, or maybe worse, not enough. She’s afraid to look to closely, in case it all fall apart. So she comes home, lounges on the couch, goes for drinks, goes for walks, and has a metric fuckton of sex. It is what it is – and if he ever called her his lover out loud, she’d probably knee him in the balls. It’s just so… so….
He greets her with a question when she walks to the table, unbuttoning her blazer as she does so. Lips curl into a smirk, and she arches a brow, slightly. “Only when the mood is right, and the restrooms empty.”
[Derek Anderson] He grins ” I haven’t seen anyone go in for some time” He wiggles his brows, teasing her. He leans back in his chair, his tie off, sleeves rolled up, top buttons of his shirt undone. The menu was still on the table. He didn’t need it any more, he knew what he wanted to order here.
“How was your day?” He asks, watching her face, the tension that was there but fading. He wonders what happened? Another case hitting close to home? Bad news of some kind? He wasn’t sure. He picks his glass of water, drinking from it, waiting for her answer. He doesn’t reach for her hand to comfort her. Izzy wasn’t weak, she didn’t need those gestures of affection or reassurance..except in rarely rare cases and never in public.
[Izzy Montoya] She snorts, amused, and peels out of her blazer, the handle of her weapon gleaming in the low light as she hangs it up on the back of her chair and slides into her seat. “Maybe for desert. I’m starved.” And they both know that there’s no maybe that there will be sex at some point in their evening – here or at home, either or both. Some things are simply expected, however unexpected the emotions that are now tied into their relationship.
He asks how her day was, and she exhales slowly, and runs her fingers through her hair. Then… “The usual. Until Finn stopped me on my way out.”
Which explains why she was late, and why she seems a bit off kilter still.
[Derek Anderson] He grins “Hmmm maybe we should get some whipped cream for desert” They ate a lot of “dessert” every day. Good thing it wasn’t fattening..in fact it was good for one’s health. He watches her sitting down and then she mentions Finn
“Oh, it didn’t go particularly well I presume?” It was hard to imagine it going well. When your partner is accused of corruption, it hurts and confronting it about it is hard. There’s always denial, anger, then confession form the guilty party and then if both are lucky, there’s a glimmer of redemption. He does wonder how Finn can redeem himself. It all depends on what his crimes are while under the control of the Scarpescis.
[Izzy Montoya] “Again? But you complained about being sticky after, last time.” Gives as good as she gets, Izzy – in oh so many ways.
She reaches for her glass of water, and makes a face, but takes a drink anyway. After all, one can’t live on whiskey and beer and coffee alone. She’d be willing to try, however, and has done quite well, all things considered. But a little water won’t hurt her. Much. At least until the waitress arrives.
She nods, slightly. “Not particularly, but at least it’s something. A glimmer of hope, maybe, even.” THe loss of Finn has been hard on her, Derek’s seen it. And it’s not even about the sex. She gets plenty of that at home now, thank you very much. He was someone she counted on, and he hurt her. That’s something far too frequent in her world, and when she’s opened herself up to be hurt… well. She’s still angry, but most of all, she wants her Finn, her partner back.
[Derek Anderson] He chuckles “Maybe you’re right..or you could lick even more?”
He listens to her talking about Finn. When she’s done, they’re interrupted by the waitress. He orders himself a beer, letting Izzy pick her poison. Then he look at her ” So what do you think? He’s going to get out of it? Will you start working with him again?”
He was curious because it could affect quite a few things in his life. He was transferring to homicide and once he can manage it, was supposed to transfer to her precinct and work with her. If she’s working with Finn, then there was no point, no?
And the man had been one of her lovers for a a long time. Things were good between Izzy and him right now, but even if they were acting like a couple, which they were if they cared to admit it, he wasn’t sure she wouldn’t do it with Finn again. Commitments weren’t something both of them did well. Maybe out of fear for something serious, she’ll check with Finn if she still like being with others.
That wouldn’t kill them…but they would revert back to how things were at first..the path they were walking on right now would be left forever.
[Izzy Montoya] “You said I lick perfectly – every time. Now you want more? Hmm.” She enjoys teasing him, for all her little smirks and snappy remarks. The difference between him and anyone else – is that she will lick more… as much as he wants, where he wants, when he wants. The others must simply dream.
As for her poison – tonight it’s definitely Whiskey. Neat.
The waitress goes, and Izzy shakes her head. “I can’t ever trust him again. Not like I did before. Even if he did get off, there’s just… no.” She takes a breath, holds it, and then lets it out, frustrated. “They’re going to use him as an inside man. Hopefully get something to nail the Family, or at least a few of the members. He’ll still face charges, but they’ll be reduced. He supposed to talk to sarge tomorrow.” A beat. “We’re supposed to talk to him tomorrow. And if he doesn’t, I will.”
There doesn’t seem to be any urge to go back to the way things were. Not yet. And for all of Izzy’s faults, she was faithful to John for a very long time, even after he left. Once she commits – even if it’s with actions rather than words – she is in it for good.
[Derek Anderson] He smiles when she offers to lick more. He will definitely take her on the offer tonight. he nods when she speaks “Well hopefully he can have some good coming out of his mistakes. It’ll be hard enough on his family when they learn about what he did”
He shakes his head. One should never say never, but he can’t think of anything that could make him switch side the way Finn has. Still he doesn’t want to judge the man too harshly even if greed was the most important factor form what he had read in his findings.
He tilts his head “What would you like to do after dinner? Go home or go out?”
[Izzy Montoya] She lifts a shoulder in a shrug. She isn’t sure what will become of the situation, if he’ll redeem himself enough in anyone’s eyes. His career is most certainly done, and for such a good investigator – and one she trained – it… well it sucks. PLain and simple. And she’s resigned to using him to get to the Family, and that’s all. Once the line is crossed with Izzy, it stays crossed, though she will still do her best, anonymously, to help his wife and kids. Because deep down – WAY deep down – Izzy is a decent human being.
Maybe.
Possibly.
Whatever.
So. After dinner plans… “Home, I think. Where I can kick your ass in video games, and take my prize without having to wait for the ride home.”
Not that she ever waits, anyway.
[Derek Anderson] He watches her with a wide grin “Really? You think you can keep that record of yours? Should we go with strip video games, or betting on rounds again? Strip might be good since you still have a prize you haven’t claimed yet” He says in a teasing tone
” And i have to admit home sounds good after this. It’ll give us a lot of time to ahem..play. I have to be up early tomorrow and focus. I have some tests to take again. I need to get good results so I can be officially homicide and then transferred so I can watch your ass even more”
And he meant it in all possible ways. he liked that ass…a lot.
[Izzy Montoya] She arches a brow, slightly, and then smiles slowly… wickedly. “Oh yessss… that prize… Perhaps we’ll skip the games, though you KNOW I can keep up my record and it would save you such humiliation, and provide me with such satisfaction…”
She smirks and takes her whiskey as it’s delivered and lifts it in toast. “To later, then.”
And then he mentions the tests, and she nods, slightly. “Still acing all the tests and proving yourself to be head..” a beat. “of the class, then?” She doesn’t say anything about his watching her ass, she just smirks. She knows he likes it. A lot.
[Derek Anderson] He grins “Oh, I’ll spoil that perfect record of yours m’dear, just wait and watch” He smiles to her ” Though you can claim that prize after the games..or tomorrow we can head directly home after work, eat some quick Chinese take out and then..you’d have most of the evening and night to enjoy your prize”
he grins at her words “Yeah, I’m still doing good on my tests and proving that our case together wasn’t just luck or all you. I think that I’ll nail the promotion. I’ll be one of the youngest in history to do so, but seducing Chicago’s best homicide detective seem to have helped a lot”
He drinks form his beer amused. He knows that without Izzy’s good words, he might not have made the cut for the promotion. But a successful case and praise from her can go a long way.
[Izzy Montoya] She snorts, briefly but then it dissolves into one of her smirks, the one that only he sees, that is slightly softer than most, that speaks of the tendency to slip towards a smile, that shows she’s thinking of him, and him alone.
Then he says he’ll be one of the youngest in history, and she snorts again, and arches a brow as she takes a drink of her whiskey. “But not the youngest.” Because he’s looking at that title holder.
As for his seducing her and it helping. She chuckles. “Of course it has. Everyone knows I’m more than just a fabulous ass…”
[Derek Anderson] He smiles at her words “Nope not the youngest..though I’ll be the best…and take the title from you” He wiggles his brows at her. To be honest, he didn’t care if she was the best till she retires and forever after. He’ll strive for it of course, he never accepted good enough after all, but the most important things was to catch the most murderers as possible. So if he best, second or third..he didn’t care enough about that part.
“You certainly are more than a fabulous ass, you have great tits as well” He grins at her “And hmm some wonderful other parts too.” And a reputation as a really solid cop.. but he much preferred to talk about her body right now
[Izzy Montoya] She snorts. “Fat chance, kid.” It’s not often she even suggests there’s an age difference between them, but in this case, it seems warranted. She’s got a few years on him, more experience, and maybe more talent, though his will certanily grow as his instincts get honed. She’ll be the best until she lets someone else take that title. Of course, it’s not the title, but the results that drive her to sleepless nights, too long hours, drinking to excess… and a closure and conviction rate that is the envy of every detective on the force.
But she proved she could share the glory with him, and give him a leg up now and again. And not just because the sex is fantastic, but because he works hard, and earned it.
He goes back to talking about her ass….ets… and she chuckles. “Do i…” She does, and knows it. “And what part is your favorite…
[Derek Anderson] He grins ” Oh I’ll prove you wrong hun. Then again if we work together there won’t be a best any more..there will be us. People will talk about us as them..like: have you heard who caught the Wilson murderer..that’s right..Them. Them with a capital t, yes ma’am” He smiles, teasing.
He tilts his head at her question ” Ooooh hard to say..can I have a showing please?” He smirks a little “I’ll check carefully later but I do have a preference for your ass. It’s gorgeous. Then your sex for so many reasons…it’s hard to say because there is only a slight margin between my favourite part of you and my least favourite.”
Food is brought to them. He smiles as he start to eat, watching her. He never gets tired of looking at her after all.
[Izzy Montoya] She arches that brow again. “Them, hm?” She shakes her head, though his thoughts of glory amuse her. She is Fenrir, after all. Their very blood speaks of glory and triumph and battles one. Maybe his teasing is something that she simply enjoys, or maybe she likes the idea of them as partners, spoken of in whispers.
He asks for a showing, and she reaches up and unbuttons a button on her blouse, and than a second, giving him at least a better glimpse of what he knows so intimately. She takes a bite of her steak, and then unbuttons another, slipping her fingers in to caress across her skin, briefly, before she simply concentrates on her food.
Sort of.
“So what’s your least favorite, then?”
[Derek Anderson] His eyes dances on her more exposed breasts. He had seen them over a hundred times but a glimpse of them still caught his attention as much as the first time. He eats slowly, eyes on her face, breasts, face..not really hiding that he was enjoying the view.
“Least favourite part? I don’t know..behind your left ear?” He says with a grin. There wasn’t really a part of her he didn’t like. He liked/loved everything about her: her voice, her body, her scent, her skin. So a random part like behind the ear seemed like the way to go.
“How about you? Favourite and least favourite part of me?”
[Izzy Montoya] She lets him look – enjoys the fact that he looks, the feeling of his eyes on her making her warm inside – sparking reactions she is helpless to control, even if she wanted too. She doesn’t want too. She likes the way he looks at her, as if he could bend her over the table right here, right now, and still want more. It matches the reactions pulsating through her skin, as she watches him.
Behind her left ear, he says, and she snorts. “Oh really. Damn. That’s my favorite.”
She takes a drink of her whiskey, and settles back in her chair to look him over, head to toe, lingering as if she could see him, despite the fact he is on the other side of the table, and clothed. She then looks up to meet his gaze, and for once… answers honestly, without tease.
“Your eyes. The way the look at me, the way i can tell what your thinking with just a glance. The way they stare at my ass, and burn like you want to devour me whole – just before you do. That is my favorite part.”
….poetic, Izzy. But she redeems herself, with a smirk. “As for the least favorite, it’s the freckle on your left ass cheek. The one shaped like Kansas. I fuckin’ hate Kansas.”
[Derek Anderson] He grins ” Well you’re right about that, I can’t take my eyes off you. The sight of you makes me want you more and more. As for the freckles, if you pay for the operation then I can have it removed. It would makes me perfect”
He smiles, teasing her, knowing that if it was true about said freckle, then another part would become her least favourite. He wasn’t perfect but he knew he was pretty hot. His eyes stays on her for most of the meal. Just enjoying her.
He finishes his meal and lean back “Want to go home right away for dessert or would you like some here?”
[Izzy Montoya] She snorts, back to her old self immediately after the minor little poetic slip of admitting she likes something thats more than physical, something that means something to her – it’s not his eyes, but the way the way they look at her, the way he makes her feel…
Which, right now, is like dessert. She smirks and wipes her mouth with her napkin and finishes her whiskey, before she stands and turns toward the restrooms.
“Like you even have to fuckin’ ask….”
[Derek Anderson] He grins “Never hurts to” He watches her go, his eyes going to her ass, because he knows she knew he would look there. He then gets up and follows her to the restroom, locking the door behind him and passing his arms around her waist to kiss her passionately, fiercely, lustfully. His fingers undoes her blouse quickly, one hand reaching to caress, massage, cup one of her breast.
He presses her against the wall, his other hand moving to take off her pants, then reach under her panties to caress her sex, rub her clit, finger her. There was no tenderness right now, just animal attraction and desire. At home there will be time for oral sex, foreplay and all that. Right now, it was the pursuit of pleasure that guides him
[Izzy Montoya] He follows her, like she knew he would, and locks the door, because he thinks of things like that, and then he has his arms around her, and she is meeting his kiss with equal passion, the fiercness of it taking her breath way as he makes short work of the blouse she already started to unbutton for him, her back arching as he finds and cups her breasts.
She thumps back against the wall with a breathless laugh, as he works her her slacks and finds her wet, wanting… thighs parting so he can finger her easily, as she works the fastenings of his slacks free, slipping her hand in to find his length, and stroke him to full hardness, her moan across his mouth filled with everything he brings to lilfe in her with a single touch…
She squirms away from him only to shimmy her slacks down and turn away from him, pressing her hands against the wall, her ass back against him… she knows how much he likes her ass, and he knows how much she likes to be taken from behind – the best of both worlds…