Derek Anderson
The day was finally over, it was mid evening before both detectives could leave for home. Around the end of the afternoon they had been called in for an homicide and they had been forced to head to the crime scene. A few hours of investigation, some questioning, an arrest and confession later, they were left only with the paper work they could fill tomorrow.
it had been a crime of passion and those are usually quickly solved.
For now, Izzy was driving them to their new favourite spot, where trouble is always a possibility, the food was greasy, alcohol was cheap and the bathroom had seen both of them naked a few times.
Derek was still dressed as he had been from work, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up, his tie now in the back of the car, sunglasses covering his eyes. His hand was resting absently on Izzy’s thigh as she drives, looking outside, silent for now. It happened often between them,comfortable moment of silence. They could talk all they want when they get to the bar.
Izzy Montoya
Crimes of passion are easily solved – most of the time. Fortunately, this was one of them, and all the pieces fell into place, giving them their first arrest on record, on their second day on the job. Their new chief was satisfied – his gamble on the couple from chicago seeming to pay off. He knew it was an ‘easy’ case, but the speed with which they had taken care of it was still impressive.
Not that Izzy expected anything else.
Straight from the precinct, she’s dressed in her ‘uniform’ of choice – sllacks, a simple blouse, and a light blazer that covers the bulge of the weapon at the small of her back. Her hand falls to join his on her thigh, before she squeezes lightly, then turns into the lot of the bar where they’d already earned their acceptance…
by kicking the shit out of the biggest and baddest there. Damn but San Fran was turning out to be fun…
Izzy Montoya
Crimes of passion are easily solved – most of the time. Fortunately, this was one of them, and all the pieces fell into place, giving them their first arrest on record, on their second day on the job. Their new chief was satisfied – his gamble on the couple from chicago seeming to pay off. He knew it was an ‘easy’ case, but the speed with which they had taken care of it was still impressive.
Not that Izzy expected anything else.
Straight from the precinct, she’s dressed in her ‘uniform’ of choice – sllacks, a simple blouse, and a light blazer that covers the bulge of the weapon at the small of her back. Her hand falls to join his on her thigh, before she squeezes lightly, then turns into the lot of the bar where they’d already earned their acceptance…
by kicking the shit out of the biggest and baddest there. Damn but San Fran was turning out to be fun…
Derek Anderson
He steps out and leaves his sunglasses on the dashboard, moving with Izzy to step inside. He opens the door for her then follow her to the table or booth she picks. They still get looks, hers of lust from the patrons, him of jealousy and well lust from the female staff. It’s not every day they get a clean, fit, good looking guy here after all.
There was a barmaid and two waitress there tonight, making him think that the employees area of the place would be a good place to fuck tonight and claim one of his unclaimed prizes. Maybe..they’ll see. For now he sits and stretches, taking off one shoes to playfully press it against the crotch of her pants before sitting normally with a grin, shoes back on
“Beer or whiskey to celebrate our first case?” He asks, looking into her eyes.
Izzy Montoya
She leads him to what’s fast becoming ‘their’ booth, and slides into her seat, only to find him stretching to press his foot against her… she closes her thighs, squeezing tightly enough to keep him trapped a moment, before letting him go free. If she has any idea what he’s thinking – she doesn’t let on.
Of course, it almost always involves her being naked, so it’s not too hard a guess, right?
He asks, and she smirks slightly, and shakes her head. “Whiskey, of course. Always.”
Derek Anderson
He had left his feet there as long as her legs were closed around it, moving it to rub her some.
He grins and motions one of the waitress over who is more than happy to come closer, tits bouncing in her shirt. He orders whiskey for the both of them then bring his attention back to Izzy.
“Well I guess this wasn’t bad for a second day?” He says with a smile. “Not having seconds thoughts about the move?”
Izzy Montoya
She watches the waitress come over, bouncing and doing all she can to get his attention aside from actually crawling into his lap. She watches her walk away, and smirks, before returning her atteniton to Derek, and leaning back in the booth with something dangerously close to a content little grin.
“Not bad, even if it was a fluff case. Only had to threaten to shoot one co-worker, so all in all, not a bad day.”
As for second thoughts, she actually takes a moment to consider it.. just in case. After a moment, she shakes her head no. “Not yet.”
Probably not ever.
Derek Anderson
He nods to her with a grin “Only one? Who was it today? Mendoza?”
He leans back, eyes still on her “I think I’ll like it here you know” Well he’d like anywhere with her, so it wasn’t really a reference but the city was nice overall. And they were free from Garou meddling for the moment.
“Want to eat home tonight, ordering take out..or eat here?”
Izzy Montoya
He mentions Mendoza, and she groans and shakes her head. “IF he doesn’t quit following me around, hoping for some mystical insight that will help him become as good as I fuckin am… here’s an idea, look at the fuckin’ clues, instead of making mooneyes at me!”
No matter where she goes – there’s always one. Always one who is green and young and hopeful that being in her shadow will buy them greatness, that they’ll be her next golden boy…. too bad for them she brought her golden boy with her, this time around….
and he’s gonna like it here. She offers him a lopsided grin, and nods, before she stretches, slowly. “Take out, i think.”
Derek Anderson
He smiles “Sounds like a good plan to me” The waitress comes back with their glasses, smiling at him, and he just nod to her, enjoying Izzy stretching. Since she couldn’t get his attention more than a second, the woman leaves them.
He picks his glass and raise it “To the first of many successful cases” He grins and drinks from his glass “Any special plans for tonight hun? Or see how things will develop?”
Izzy Montoya
She arches a brow, slightly, as she lifts her glass and takes a drink, as she considers the question.
“Seems like you have an idea brewing… spill it.”
Derek Anderson
He shrugs “Nothing specific…I was thinking earlier about fucking you in the employee’s room since the staff is female tonight. But I’m also finding myself with a really strong urge to spread your legs and eat you out… just because i like it.”
There were moments like this when he really wanted his face between her legs of ass cheeks. This was one.
“And i want to take my time, so if I go with the second option, home is a better spot for it”
He grins drinking some more
Izzy Montoya
She arches a brow, slightly, and nods. “I see…” She slouches in the booth a little, resting a foot on the seat by his thigh, watching him as he considers the possibilities and grins…
“I do like it when you take your time..” idly mused, as she lifts her drink and takes a slow swallow… “The girls here might not let us leave once they see you naked, anyway – perhaps home is the better option…”
Derek Anderson
He grins “They might let us if it’s the only way that she can enjoy me” He shrugs “Home sounds good. Just want to take your pants and panties off at the door, smell your sex and as then enjoy them until your legs shake uncontrollably.”
He smiles “How’s that sounds to you?”
Izzy Montoya
She offers him a little lopsided smirk. “I think?” She tips her glass back, and drains it, before leaning forward to give him a slow, lingering once over…. then she smirks again.
“That you’d better finish your fuckin’ drink.”
Derek Anderson
He grins and leans to kiss her on the lips for a moment then down his drink “Well I’m good to go when you are” He gets up and leaves money on the table for the waitress and head out with Izzy, getting in the car and letting her drive then back to their place.
Izzy Montoya
He leans in to kiss her, and she submits to it and makes it last, breathing him in with a slow inhale as she deepens the kiss, a promise that he’ll have what he wants, no matter what it is, the minute they get home….
Then she stands, and follows him out – much to the disappointment of the other patrons and staff – and into the car to head home. She considers calling for takeout along the way – but then decides they’ll be occupied. They can order later…
much later..
They make the drive quick enough, and she parks, and leads the way to the door, already peeling out of her blazer, letting him unlock their door while she untucks her blouse and starts to unbutton it… She’s not afraid to be naked on the doorstep, after all…
Izzy Montoya
He leans in to kiss her, and she submits to it and makes it last, breathing him in with a slow inhale as she deepens the kiss, a promise that he’ll have what he wants, no matter what it is, the minute they get home….
Then she stands, and follows him out – much to the disappointment of the other patrons and staff – and into the car to head home. She considers calling for takeout along the way – but then decides they’ll be occupied. They can order later…
much later..
They make the drive quick enough, and she parks, and leads the way to the door, already peeling out of her blazer, letting him unlock their door while she untucks her blouse and starts to unbutton it… She’s not afraid to be naked on the doorstep, after all…
Derek Anderson
He doesn’t really care about what the patrons and staff thinks, for what he wanted wasn’t related to any of them. It was related to the woman following him out, the one driving them home and the same one now undressing outside the house.
He unlocks the door as she’s taking off her blouse, exposing bra covered breasts to the neighbours if any are watching. He let her in, close the door and true to his words, kneels and undo her pants pulling them and the panties down for her to step out of.
He smiles and turns her around, spreading her cheeks and presses his nose against her hole, breathing in then kissing it teasing it with his tongue a little. Then he turns her gently again and rubs his nose against her sex, her labia, smelling her for a moment before tasting her, around her lips then between them, pushing deeper with his tongue. He is not hurry to do more, just enjoying her scent and taste.
Hands moves to her ass, spreading it, fingertips teasing her hole as he starts to kiss the sensitive skin around her sex, then flick her clit teasingly, then licking it.
Izzy Montoya
He kneels, and she watches him, that little smirk warming into the expression only he ever really sees, and she steps out of her pants, catching her holster and setting it on the table by the door, not bothering with the weapon around her ankle yet, as he’s turning her…
and she catches her breath, pressing into him as he teases her, and turns her again… She lifts a leg and slides it over his shoulder, leaning back against the wall so that she can open herself more fully to him, hips arched forward as lips and tongue and fingers tease her… a low soft moan excaping her lips as she closes her eyes, and revels in the sensations…
“Ooooohhhhfuck…”
Derek Anderson
He didn’t lie earlier. He does want to pleasure her until her legs shook uncontrollably. His tongue works it’s magic on her clit, licking labia too, then deep inside her. Fingers moves to slide inside her, rubbing her g spot before moving back again and pressing against her hole until they slide inside, two of them. His other hand move up front and does what the first one did: sliding fingers inside, curling to rub her sensitive spot picking up the pace.
He always tease her about her ass, saying he love it more than anything but he had to admit ot himself that her pussy was one of the best he ever had the opportunity to pleasure. He loved her scent, her taste, how it looked and how she moaned and screamed when he made her cum by eating her.
Something they both knew he could do for a long long time, like right now. She will beg him to stop tonight. Then maybe he” move to her ass.
Izzy Montoya
“oohshitoh…” He didn’t lie. In fact, he rarely lies – and his honesty is something that draws her to him – that, and this… ohgod this… she slides her fingers into his hair, holding him to her, even as her knees go weak, and she curls into him, into each tease and thrust, nip and lick…
her moans deepen, then become soft cries that increase as she trembles, her whole being focused on what he’s doing to her, and how good he is at doing it… her free hand twists in the material of his shirt at his shoulder, the other at the back of his neck as she curls her hips into him, rocking against his mouth, tongue, fingers…
it doesn’t take long – it feels like forever and moments all at the same time – until she’s crying out, unable to hold back even a moment longer, driven over the edge into orgasmic release… her whole body tremoring with the effects of her release as she fights for breath…
Derek Anderson
She climaxes, releasing into his mouth and he licks her clean and doesn’t stop there. She was weak in the knees but not shaking like crazy, not yet. He continue to lick her, fingers moving fast inside her, his lips sucking her clit, the hand behind her pressing her more against his face, fingers deep inside her butt.
Her scent was intoxicating, her taste filling his mouth and he wanted more, always more. No matter how often, he had to have her again and again.
And until she truly collapse or beg him, he will make her scream again.
Izzy Montoya
He doesn’t stop – she doesn’t want him to stop, even as she fights to breathe, to stay standing, to keep him pressed against her… her cries never really quiet as he fills her, licks her, teases her…
Hard on the heals of the first, she’s already climbing a second time, her hold on his shoulder tightening, nails digging in as she clings to him, unable to even think of anything but what he does to her…
…and what he does, he does so very fucking well… this one takes her by surprise, her eyes flying open, only to close again as she grinds against him, all but collapsing against him, on him as he pushes her to the edge and over again, trusting him to catch her as she falls against him, shaking…
“ohmyfuckinggod…”
Derek Anderson
He catches her, easily, fingers pulling out of her sex a little quicker than her butt. He didn’t want to hurt her and one hand was enough to keep her up for a few seconds more. She was a strong woman but she wasn’t big and he was powerful enough to hold her up in his arms as he rises.
He licks his lips, tasting her a little longer, then moves to place her on the couch and then suck the fingers from both hand that explored her body. He undresses and then lift her again to lay on the couch with her over him, his hard sex pressing against her.
“You have the best body ever. I know I say it often..but everything is perfect about it”
He shifts her slightly so his sex presses against her entrance then slides very slowly to fill her up completely. There was more sex to be had, then eat, then more sex…the pull that woman had on him.
Izzy Montoya
He catches her, wrapping her in his arms and lifting her and she winds her long legs around him as she trembles still… the effect he has on her…
He compliments her body and she shows him that little smirk, again as he arranges her against him, rocking her hips against his length, teasingly… she knows she is far from perfect, but that he thinks so… means more than she’d ever admit…
He shifts slightly, and fills her slowly, and she moans, deeply… moving with him, bodies in perfect tandem…. It’s sex, but so much more. More than she’d ever admit – even though she knows it… and knows it well. He touches her in ways no one has in a very long time. He accepts her as she is, wants her as she is… they’re relationship is physical, so very often, but there’s the moments of silence too… the moments they get to catch their breath – the moments where she would, back then, run away…
She isn’t running away.
Not anymore.