Derek Anderson
It was past midnight when he finally parks the car and get out. Yawning, he makes his way to the door, holding his luggages in his right hands, moving a little slower than usual. He unlocks the door and put his bags down, take off his jacket and just head for the couch, sitting on it, stretching his legs, one hand on his left side.
He breathes slowly, looking at the ceiling. It had been an interesting weekend but chances are, he won’t visit again for a long time. Helena was just…Helena. She was lucky he loved her…or to be honest it was the other way around. The way he could annoy her sometimes could have ended with him being beaten up.But she never does it. Only roll her eyes or stare at him. Which could be scarier than a fist in the face with her sometimes.
He wondered if Izzy was awake and figured she would have heard him if she was. If she was sleeping, he didn’t felt like waking her up.
Izzy Montoya
It was a weekend of discoveries – the most obvious one being she still doesn’t sleep well when he’s not there. Not that she’d admit but it is a valid reason for her being awake still when he drives up. She’s in the office upstairs, dressed in boxers and a tank top, the lights low, as she does some research, killing time really, and trying not to admit that she’s a little bit worried about him since it’s so late. She’s shutting down the computer when he hits the door, and coming down the stairs when he settles to the couch and stretches out his legs.
She detours through the kitchen, grabs a beer for the each of them, before moving to the doorway to the living room. She leans against the door frame, and simply studies him for a long moment, that little smirk curving soft about her lips. She folds her arm across her belly, and arches a brow.
“Well, look what the cat dragged in…”
Derek Anderson
His blue eyes shift to look at her and he smiles “Well maybe I should leave more often What a sight to be greeted with…half naked beauty with beers.”
He move slightly to make some space for her, holding his side. “How was your weekend” He asks enjoying the sight of her “Anything interesting happened”
He wouldn’t say it out loud but it did felt good to be home. Things here were a lot different then back in Pittsburgh and he didn’t mind it at all.
Izzy Montoya
There are some disadvantages to sleeping with a cop – especially a detective. The most obvious one is that they miss nothing, and it becomes almost impossible to hide anything from them – especially Izzy, especially when it involves the body she’s been looking forward to reacquainting herself with the moment he got home.
She narrows her gaze, slightly, eying the way he holds his side, before she pushes from the door and makes her way toward the couch. “Could be all naked if you play your cards right…”
She settles to sit next to him, tucking her feet under her as she offers him one of the beers. “What happened?” It’s not a repeat, but a direct question regarding his injury. “You first.”
Derek Anderson
He grins slightly “Oooooh nakedness. Me like it” His eyes follows her as she comes closer and take the offered beer , leaning slightly to kiss her lips softly “Hmmmm thanks”
He drinks from his bottle before answering her “I have a broken rib. Mouthed off an Ahroun and well that’s the price you pay for that”
He shrugs and wince a little. “It’s all good though. It’ll get better”
Izzy Montoya
She leans into his kiss, briefly, allowing the smirk to soften to an actual smile as the touch lingers, before she pulls back to study him. Fingers slide over his side, exploring the injury with a light touch as she shakes her head. “What’d you say?”
She doesn’t ask if it was worth it – because it always is. After all, someone has to remind them that they are not god – they are merely Garou.
She lifts her beer to take a swallow or two, before she shifts position slightly to lay her head against his shoulder, her hand against his thigh.
It’ll get better, he says. “It’d better – or my nakedness would be a waste…”
Derek Anderson
He grins kissing the top of her head then drinks some more “I could never waste your nakedness you know” He says, looking down at her “I love seeing you naked after all… just the thought is slowly getting me hard”
He drinks again “As for Dennis, I did tell him to go fuck himself and called him a midget. He’s like 5’10 and ever since I was 14 I’ve been taller than him. Been teasing him about it but well, I was pissed, he was pissed and my sis was pissed. Ended up with me being punched hard.”
He drinks some more.
Izzy Montoya
She slides her hand along his thigh, drawing lazy little circles along the muscle, moving teasingly upwards. “Slowly, is it? I must be losing my touch.”
She arches a brow, and turns her head to look up at him. “Gonna tell me what the fight was about, or should I just quit asking?” She’s curious, and won’t hide it. But if he wants to keep it to himself she won’t press either. She knows what happens at her ‘family’ affairs… she can’t deny wondering what happens with other tribes.
Derek Anderson
He grins “Well…you only half naked hun. Nakedness get you instant hard on” He says enjoying her touch even over his jeans.
“As for the fight? It was because I left before dinner and being of the hosting family, it’s not very proper conduct. I got into an argument with a true and left pretty pissed. Sis wasn’t pleased, sent her pack to get me and we…argued, ending up with a broken ribs for me”
Izzy Montoya
“Good point.” She continues to tease him, her fingers lazy over denim as she continues her caresses…
He tells her he got into arguement with a True and she just smirks. “Oh I’d never do that.” A beat. “Leave before dinner, that is – I heard what kind of fancy shit you all have at your parties..”
Derek Anderson
He grins “Yeah well I grew up with that fancy shit, so I didn’t mind not eating it.”
He shift slightly his body so his left hand leaves his side and moves to caress her under her tank top, belly and sides for now.
Izzy Montoya
“mmmmmmmm..” his hands slide under her tank top, and she tips her head to press a kiss against his neck. “I have to ask – were you arguing about me?”
He doesn’t have to answer – but she’s had this nagging feeling ever since they demanded that he go home that it had something to do with his choosing her, moving here.
While she waits for his answer though, she leans forward to set her beer on the coffee table, only to lean back and shift her position, sliding a leg over his lap, and easing to straddle his lap – carefully, so as not to hurt him anymore than he is already.
Derek Anderson
His hand move under her boxers, caressing her smooth, firm butt when she shifts position. He gives her his beer so his other hand moves to caress her ass as well. She could feel that he was now hard as she straddles him
“Yeah, you were the main reason of the argument”
He kiss her just under the upper edge of her tank top and makes his way to her neck, nibbling it, then the jawline until he finds her lips and kiss her fully
Izzy Montoya
She takes his beer, leaning back to slide it to the table, before resuming her position, hips curling against his with a soft sigh of delight…
“I had a feeling. It all felt a little.. sudden – I wondered if you’d make it back…” She knows how the Fenrir operate. If they knew about Derek, if they took issue with it, they would very likely farm her off to a traditional sept before she could shoot them – and she is pretty quick on the draw…
then he’s kissing her, and she moans softly, eagerly, melting into his kiss as her hands slide along his sides, his arms, to cup his jaw as she explores his lips, his tongue, his mouth…
Derek Anderson
One hand reaches down so his fingers are sliding along the crack between her cheeks to tease her tight hole. The discussion is over for now as he wants her lips, her tongue, her butt and everything of her. His other hand presses on her butt to bring her closer to him, so he could feel her whole body against him
He breaks the kiss eventually to whisper “Take your top off” He didn’t felt like taking his hands off her butt at the moment.
Izzy Montoya
his hands tease over her, her breath catches as he teases, her hips curling against his, rocking along his hardness as her breath catches, pulled tight against him. She’s trying to be careful for his injury, but she forgets in the eagerness to get close, to feel his skin against hers…
She smiles at his whisper – a real smile, the kind he only sees, and only at times like this. She captures his lower lip between her teeth, and lets it slide away slowly before she pulls back enough to tug her top off, and bare her skin to his whims…
And as turn about is fair play, she unbuttons his shirt, and spreads it open, fingers teasing along his skin, dancing so lightly across his bruises…
Derek Anderson
There is an ugly yellowish black bruise on his left side. He had been punched hard,really hard. He leans so his mouth finds her breasts, kissing them, then licking, sucking, teasing, nibbling. He loved all of her body and it always showed.
His finger rubs and presses against her tight hole, his other hand pressing her down against his sex. He wanted her so badly but he knew he couldn’t be as fierce as he’s usually his…not for a few weeks. Won’t stop him from fucking her many times a day.
Izzy Montoya
She trails her fingers along his bruise, arching her back to lift her breasts to him, letting him tease and play without causing him too much pain from bending to much… he presses her down against him, and she moans, teasing him, as much as sh teases herself.. it’s only been a couple days, but it seems like so much longer…
He’s become that much a part of her life – that important… She moves her hands to the fastenings of his jeans, deftly undoing them, freeing his length into her hand, her caresses soft, tender almost, even as she collects the moisture from the tip, sliding it across sensitive head then stroking him again…
Her nipples are hard under his teasing, her sex slick with want as she teases him, prolonging the moment as she curls against him with just the thin fabric of her boxers stopping him…
Derek Anderson
He groans softly as she stokes him and one hand move from her butt to pull the boxers aside, letting her guide him into her when she is ready.Yet her warm, moist sex felt great along it’s length at the moment.
“I want to fuck you so bad” He tells her, mouth still playing with her breasts. He wished he wasn’t hurt…he would be taking her up, all over the house in every holes..he did intend to use every holes tonight..but the couch and bed were the most probably locations for now.
Izzy Montoya
He wants to fuck her so bad… and she trembles, her need shown in every bit of her, ever inch of her skin warmed, every nerve ending alive and sensitive and desperate for more… she slides against him, and then – unwilling to pull away from him long enough to get rid of her boxers, she finally guides him to her, into her, sinking along his length with a deep groan…
“Oh…fuck….” her fingers slide into his hair, holding him against her as she starts to move – riding him slowly, taking him deep every time, lifting till he almost slides free only to fall along his length again… she tugs his head back a little, but only so she can kiss him, laying claim to what is hers…
it’s clear she’s taking her time, savoring the moment, every moment, welcoming him home the best way she knows how…
In fact – if they didn’t know better [oh, but they do] it’s almost like making love…
Derek Anderson
He moves his hands to her breasts, breathing evenly, caressing them, teasing the nipples with his fingers. She feels so good around him and he watches her moves loving it when he sees his length disappears inside her and coming out all coated with her juices.
“Hmmm tell me you’re staying awake some more after that so i can eat you out in bed” He says as pleasure rises inside him. She knew how to pleasure himand he was on the verge of climaxing
Izzy Montoya
She laughs, softly, deep in her throat as she watches him watch her, her breath quickening even though her pace doesn’t, wanting to prolong the moment, this moment, as she rides him…
“I have no fucking intention of sleeping any more tonight…”
He’ll get his wish, he can do anything to her he wishes, anywhere he wants…. she feels him throb inside her, knowing he’s on the verge already, and she slides a hand from his skin down to caress herself, dipping between them to slide her fingers around his shaft, adding just that much more sensation, wanting him to let go, even before she does… she slides her fingers around him, riding him still, her moans more frequent as she lets her head fall back, a tremble working it’s way under her skin as she teases herself as much as she does him…
Derek Anderson
He smiles “Good, I have every intention of having you scream and moan for some time” She places her hand between them and it felt really good. His sex start throbbing and she knew it meant he was about to explodes.
His hands still caress her breasts “What the nastiest thing you want me to do to you tonight?” He asks, wanting her to tell him as he cums, maybe making her cum as well for as she replies, he empties himself in her, filling her with his warm seed.
Izzy Montoya
Her breath quickens, and she rests her forehead against hers, before leaning to capture his lips, riding him another stroke, two, before she pulls away only far enough to whisper, knowing it will send him over the edge….
“I want you to claim your prize at last….” He knows which one, which bet she’s referring too – the same one that fills her with fear, that worries her, that he wants so badly. She wants him to retrain her… and do as he will… That she wants it, tonight, wants to give it to him… it means something. It means everything.
and then she’s falling, crying out as he spills inside her, thick and throbbing, her admission enough to send her after him in quick release, her body tightening around him, slick muscles gripping then rippling against him as she trembles with electric aftershocks…
Derek Anderson
He smiles and feels her cumming, feeling his lap becoming wetter. She wants him to tie her up tonight, it should be really fun.
But for now, he breathe fast, his side hurting him like hell. He stays still, watching her. Those moments felt incredibly good with her. He leans back, admiring her naked form, staying inside her,
“Well i guess we’re moving to the bedroom pretty soon” He says with a smile.
Izzy Montoya
She chuckles, softly, and bends to press her lips against his bruising lightly, her lips almost cool against the burn of his skin… she then lifts up to kiss his lips, lingering a little before she grins at him.
“Whenever you’re ready.”
She knows he’s hurting – she’s broken ribs before. Hell, she fucked someone the morning after getting her face slammed into a brick wall repeatedly, she KNOWS he’s in pain.
She likes the feel of him inside her, even after, and doesn’t mind waiting here until he catches his breath. Lips curve into familiar (softened) smirk as she teases… “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you missed me.”
Derek Anderson
He smiles, taking his time, enjoying the feel of her right now. He relaxes, caressing her body, one hand reaching back to tease her tight hole again. “Yeah I did” He says with a smile
“All right gorgeous, let’s get some handcuffs and go to the bedroom. I want to have my ways with that tight body of yours”
He kiss her fully for a long moment before letting her move off his lap
Izzy Montoya
She melts into his kiss, surrendering completely to it, to him, to the idea of his missing her – and even that she missed him. She nips at his lower lip, before she finally lifts herself off his lap, and stands. She lets him get up off the couch on his own, in his own time, knowing moving with a rib like that can be tricky.
While he does, she grabs her tank top – but doesn’t bother putting it on before she goes to the table by the door where she empties her pockets after work every day. She grabs her cuffs, and simply holds them for a minute, before she straightens her shoulders, and turns to head upstairs to their room, their bed.
Derek Anderson
He moves off the couch and walk to the room, his cuffs there with his clothes and service weapon. He reaches the room, watching her with a smile. He finds his cuffs and his spare set then heads for the bed,
“Ready?” He asks her and then very slowly raises her arms over her head if she was laying on the bed and then cuff one wrist, pass the cuffs around the head of the bed and cuffs the other hand.
Then slowly he moves to her legs.
Izzy Montoya
Always honest with him – even in her silences – she admits “I don’t know.”
But she slips off her boxers, and tosses them to the side, before she stretches out on the bed. She takes a slow breath, and watches him, her gaze locked on his as he slides her arms up over her head, flinching slightly as the cuff circles the first wrist, then the other.
She presses her lips together, and closes her eyes a moment, before she forces them open again – watching him. Reminding herself that this is different, this is Derek, this is to be enjoyed. This is to chase away the demons, if only for a night.
She takes another breath – shaky, but steady.
Izzy Montoya
Always honest with him – even in her silences – she admits “I don’t know.”
But she slips off her boxers, and tosses them to the side, before she stretches out on the bed. She takes a slow breath, and watches him, her gaze locked on his as he slides her arms up over her head, flinching slightly as the cuff circles the first wrist, then the other.
She presses her lips together, and closes her eyes a moment, before she forces them open again – watching him. Reminding herself that this is different, this is Derek, this is to be enjoyed. This is to chase away the demons, if only for a night.
She takes another breath – shaky, but steady.
Derek Anderson
He caresses one leg as he spread it slightly and cuffs her ankle to the end of the bed. Then he does the same for her other leg. He watches her, all spread and offered to him.
He moves out the bed and go gets her toy box. There is a lot he can use there. And he had a whole hour.
He starts slowly, kisses, caresses, teasing her sex, her breasts until she really wanted him to eat her out or fuck her..but no, not yet.
If she was still doing fine, a vibrator is used on her clit, labia, even nipples and tight hole, just rubbing over them, teasing some more until she was literally dripping.
His mouth is next, licking her, tasting her and some of himself before eating her out until she was having multiple orgasm. Followed by some toys, dildo’s and vibrators inserted to pleasure her. As the hour winds up, he slides his hard sex inside her and pulls out so he could slide inside her tight ass, filling her sex with a vibrator and moving it at the same rhythm he was going.
Unless she stops him at some point…he will pleasure her quite a lot.
Izzy Montoya
He caresses her, taking his time, making sure she is ok, making sure that she isn’t freaking out. The light remains on, keeping things bright instead of dark and frightening. It’s Derek, and not the wyrm, and it is his hands, his fingers, her lips…
he teases, he builds her up, he pushes her until she’s breathless and wanting and dripping and writhing under his hands, his touch, wanting more….
…he teases, letting her come back from the edge, only to push her back there again, with the toys, with his mouth, with is lips and tongue and more…
She loses count of how many times he makes her cum, she forgets she is restrained, but for the fact she can’t hold him to her, she can’t wrap her legs around him – muscles strain and tremble and will ache tomorrow, but in a good way, in a way that she knows she will remember for a long time to come…
…he slides inside her, pulling back dripping with her juices, using her own slick wet to ease his way into her ass, filling her with the vibrator until she is screaming her pleasure, lost to everything but the feel of him deep inside her, submitting completely to his every whim…
It is long after the hour is done – she has lost track of time – and he pleasures her until she literally cannot handle another touch without crying out, until she cannot even move, her muscles liquid and quivering as he finally releases her from the cuffs…
When he does, she lays there a moment, and then curls into him, body still trembling as she presses her face against his neck, hiding her vulnerability against his skin as she simply holds on….
Derek Anderson
He have his ways and more and once it’s all over, toys are back in the box and Izzy is free again. She curls up against him and he holds her in his arms, silent. He doesn’t ask if she enjoyed it. It was obvious form her reactions, how much her sex was wet and how good it tasted.
He doesn’t ask if she’s ok because if she wasn’t, she would have stopped him. He knew that now it was still hard for her but she was strong, he was there and if she wanted to talk about it, she will do so in her own time.
He caresses her, enjoying her body against him.
Izzy Montoya
He holds her. He doesn’t ask questions, he doesn’t force her to talk, he doesn’t poke and prod at the wounds in her soul that are still so deep and unhealed – they will always be that way, but in his arms, he shows her a light, a way out, a glimmer of what could be, while accepting everything the way it is. No question, no force, no pressure.
When she moves again, its only to slide her fingers lightly over his injured side, feeling the heat of the bruising, tracing the line of the ribs beneath the skin. She keeps her head tucked against his shoulder, her face hidden, vulnerable here in a way she’s never been with him before.
When she speaks, it’s very quiet – even this close he’d have to strain to hear. “When I wondered if they wouldn’t let you come back- because the timing was far too convenient – I realized what it meant.” A pause, a breath, and then.. “I’ve fallen too far – and it scares me to death.”
Derek Anderson
He listens to her words, caressing her hair softly. “Well I”m here now” He replies back, softly too. He breathes slowly, spent for now, holding her against him. His family didn’t like him being with her one bit but for now things were settled.
His fate was in his hands.
“You’re strong Izzy, no matter what happens you always come back on top. This is new for both of us, but you know that in the end, things will be ok” He kisses the top of her head, one hand caressing her back now.
Izzy Montoya
Fate was a funny thing. She loved John so long, so deeply, though they only were actually together for a year. She swore she’d never let it happen again – she’d never suffer through loss like that again. And here she is. Tucked against the side of a man she’s been seeing for months, falling for for months. They moved in together, across the country together, to new jobs… together.
A new life.
A new beginning.
New possibilities.
She’s strong, he says, and she almost denies it. Here, in the afterglow, she almost can. But she always fights – and knows he has the right of it. She closes her eyes, and her breathing begins to even out… but she’s not quite finished, though she drifts toward sleep at last… “just… you know.”
Know what she can’t quite say yet. Know that she knows that it’s there, and has been for some time. Know that she will say it when she can. Know that she feels it anyway.
Just… know.