| daragan555 (4:52:22 PM): | There had been plenty to discuss at the crime scene, plenty of uniforms to placate, plenty of ball breaking and posturing over whos jurisdiction ended where, and who should be carrying weapons in plain clothes and not. But in the end the majority of the officers on site were not high enough up the chain to deal with Carter, so they sent him packing…not home. But downtown. Downtown to the desk of one Izzy Montoya, the lead investigator for San Francisco’s homicide department…maybe they had just felt like being cruel.
Carter stepped into the office san’s his jacket, sans his weapon [gore covered as it was evidence now] and with smudges of gore still upon his face as he looked around, and met the Detectives gaze, something stirred in his memory, he had seen this woman before…the question was…where. “Detective.” He said in that low basso that was his voice. |
| diTerces (4:57:07 PM): | She’d heard about it, of course. In fact, though she doesn’t know it yet, there’s a phone call that will be directed her way in the not too distant future that will clarify it even more. Her team hadn’t been called out (yet) but that doesn’t mean it won’t be, if they need someone to put a pretty little bow on top of the whole ordeal so that the SFPD comes up smelling like roses. That’s why they hired her, after all. To close cases, and get convictions, nice and tidy.
No one told her that he was on his way up to her desk, so it’s only when he steps up, and she feels his gaze on her does she look up. She remembers him instantly. “Mr. Roth.” In fact, he may have been someone she slept with back home – it had at least been talked about. either way, she leans back in her seat and lets her gaze drift over him, accessing, discecting, picking out all the little details. Then, with a little smirk he can’t help but remember… “What can I help you with?” |
| daragan555 (5:04:15 PM): | She starts to click into his mind, the woman from the range….a date, and….had they? Perhaps they had drank to much that night to clearly remember, it was a thing from another city, another life entirely. To find themselves together in the same room half a country away was certainly..unexpected.
The man was a mess, not personally, not in the sense of wounds or damage. Infact he seemed completely intact in that sense. But there was gore clinging to spots you couldn’t quite get too, smears of blood on his face, stains on his white shirt. his right hand was that dark crimson that indicated blood staining…the sort that took more then some wet naps and dissinfectant to wipe off…he had been busy tonight. Besides these details she might find it amusing to note that gone are the long dreadlocks and the scaggly beard. Replaced with short cropped hair and a neatly trimmed goatee. In addition, the man carried the badge of an ICE special agent….a curious mix. |
| daragan555 (5:04:22 PM): | “I’ve been a bad man tonight Detective.” He says with something of a smirk as he looked at the chair before taking a seat. “Been a bad man in your city. The uniforms decided to send me to you when they realized they couldn’t do much otherwise.” He looks at her desk with curiosity before looking back up into her smirking face. “I take it they haven’t set you the prelims?” |
| diTerces (5:10:20 PM): | “You clean up pretty good…” Even with the gore. Truth be told, she’s gonna miss those dreds… She, for her part, now that memory has clicked in who she is, and where they met – and that likely they had because at that point in her life she almost always did – she looks the same. The same strong features, the curious glint of defiance in her gaze, the dark circles that suggest she isn’t sleeping any better now than she was then. Sure, in between, things had gotten better – now, however, so very recently, things have gotten worse again. She is still wired on caffiene and nicotine, and meets his gaze directly, in a way that makes lessor people uncomfortable.
He admits to being a bad man, and she snorts, just as Flay comes skidding up, and hands her a file folder she should have gotten already. She just looks at the poor kid, and he blanches, stammers some sort of apology, and goes dashing back to his desk to do something to make up for his tardiness. Izzy just smirks, and turns back to Carter. “It’s my opinion men like you are always bad… which is why I like them. It’s very likely, this is the prelims. Why don’t you just tell me about it though, before I have to wade thruogh the bullshit.” |
| daragan555 (5:20:41 PM): | “What I thought the gore highlighted my sensibilities.” He said as he held up his hand and turned it over once or twice, his own smirk coming up to match her own…it seemed that such expressions were the norm for people in their line of work, not true smiles…no never true smiles, that indicated that someone was inside…someone was beyond your defenses…that never boded well.
He is unphased by her gaze, infact he remembered enjoying that gaze, even when it was fuelled by caffine and cigarettes. Before he can say anything else though Flay dashes up like some wet behind the ears rookie and gets a silent chew out, Carter couldn’t help but shake shis head as the kid runs off, quite possibly with a new brown smear in his pants. She asks him about the prelims and he shrugs before cracking the knuckles on his gun hand, loosening the tension in the fingers. |
| daragan555 (5:20:49 PM): | “Sure thing, was off duty in the Golden Gate Park, I encountered a homeless man who intimated to me that there were individuals looking to kidnap young women or worse…being that human trafficking and improper treatment of illegal immigrants falls directly under ICE’s jurisdiction I investigated, finding the men in question, and noting questionable activity, I proceeded to engage the individuals who upon approach, turned hostile. After suitable warnings I was forced to utilize deadly force, killing one, before surprise surprise a pair of homeless people jumped up and finished off the second.” He chuckled then as he looked around her cubicle. “Seems to me like the bastards had been hounding these people for a while.” |
| diTerces (5:26:47 PM): | She listens.
It’s the one thing people don’t expect when they meet her, to be honest. They find her instantly brash and foul mouthed and even fouler tempered, and they become positive that she is too much of a bitch to listen to anything they ahve to say. They’re wrong. IN fact, she so often hears more than what is simply said, due to the other factors – body language, stance, eye contact or the lack thereof, inflection in tone, so on and so forth. Izzy listens with the whole of her being and – just as she can chew out a rookie withuot ever saying a word – she can pluck out inconsistancies in any person’s story. Seems like they’ve been hounding them for a while. “Yeah, we call ’em th fuckin’ body snatchers around here.” She doesn’t bother opening the file yet – because knowing Carter for what he is, and being what she is, she is about 90% certain there is more to the story. So she asks only… “Any of ours involved?” very softly. |
| daragan555 (5:27:51 PM): | [they did know that each other were kin? i couldnt remember that part] |
| diTerces (5:30:55 PM): | (yeah – they were both at that kin meeting weren’t they?) |
| daragan555 (5:31:05 PM): | [they were right!] |
| diTerces (5:31:11 PM): | ( :-) ) |
| daragan555 (5:33:52 PM): | They came to it then, that one particular bit of information that could see this case sealed and done away with thanks to their connection. If it wasn’t Carter’s story might eventually show inconsistencies, might cost him his job….who knew. But without a word Carter slowly nodded. “The man who intimated the situation to me.” He said quietly, the rumble of his voice taking on a more hollow sound..like an empty barrel of beer. “Also the two suspects were confirmed enemies of our people.”
Carter leaned back into his chair and craned his neck to one side, letting the vertibrae pop and release their tension. He did not act like most men, hell he didn’t act like most cops after having had to gun down people in the line of duty, many became nervous wrecks, crying, losing sleep, losing their sanity. Carter sat there like he was enjoying a cup of coffee, which either meant he was the coolest cucumber on the street…or the damage had been done a long, long time ago. |
| diTerces (5:38:03 PM): | He did not act like most men. Izzy has been accused of the very same thing, many times over. In fact, she’s been known to have dick waving contests – AND WIN – through sheer gal if nothing else.She’s worked her way up through a male dominated profession, proved herself over and over again, and still is required to do so every single day. And when she shoots someone in the line of duty [either one], she is very much like Carter. It’s another day at the office – and she’s so far damaged by this point, it barely even rattles her at all.
“alright. So they sent you to me so that putting you in handcuffs – or not – could be entirely blamed on me, right? Chickenshit motherfuckers.” It’s said with a snort that’s almost amused, but in actuality, it makes things much easier this way. One other question though – regarding the bodies. “Gonna find anything weird? Some days – I miss Slaughter.” The good Doctor Slaughter, she means, the fearsome and fearless ME in Chicago. |
| daragan555 (5:44:37 PM): | Carter laughed then, it might not have been the best choice of action but he did it anyways. His voice not quite booming, but it was thick and heavy with his deep voice before he nodded slowly before leaning back out of the cubicle to look around at the other stations. “They saw the ICE badge, and they were suddenly less excited about putting the love cuffs on me.” He said as he let his chair rock forward. “Chickenshit motherfuckers is about right, you’d think for cops they would have bigger balls…or at least spines.”
“As to abnormalities..”His voice quieted once more, looking over his shoulder one more time to ensure that no one was there, no one was watching. “The latino, his face was slashed up….not my a knife.” He says pointedly, the blue green of his eyes telling her it was something else…something far more, animalistic. “Beyond that…I don’t believe so, everything seemed rather standard. The usual scumbag profile, they’ll fit in nicely amongst your closed files.” |
| diTerces (5:50:47 PM): | He laughs, and her lips quirk in amusement that matches it. “If they had bigger balls, the wouldn’t hve had to recruit me out of chicago.” He looks around, and finds their conversation the object of attention though everyone’s trying not to be caught looking. IT’s clear that while Izzy leads, and with an iron fist, she is still the new kid on the block and they are eager for anything on her. Too bad they won’t find it with him. The worst they has so far is the sudden rift between her and her ex partner, though they seem to ignore each other completely now, which isn’t good for gossip. So they hope for something. Anything. And get nothing in return.
“Sould be rather standard approach then. Sorry, Mr. Roth, you won’t be enjoying my handcuffs tonight.” She arches a brow, slightly, with that same little smirk. “It should be mostly formalities since it seems that you acted well within your juristiction and the line of duty.” Which is all official bullshit which means she’ll take care of it, of course. |
| daragan555 (5:58:46 PM): | Carter knows nothing of her history with this partner of hers, knows nothing about her situation here either. Shes in charge, and you kept things a certain way for those in charge, especially those who ran a ship the way Izzy did, and Carter understood the way she ran a ship. “A shame, I hear the San Francisco police have the cushiest around.” His smirk reaching his eyes as he reached forward onto her desk, picking up a pen, and piece of paper. Invading her personal space to do so, his gaze on her’s the whole time.
“I’m sure our divisions will be talking to each other…but to save your ass some time. I’ll leave you my contacts so that you can reach me if anything, anything at all comes up.” He sounds official, perfectly up and up for those on the other side of the cubicle wall. But here….in her cubicle she can tell he’s thinking about their last meeting. “I would appreciate the same, incase I should have the same.” |
| diTerces (6:10:41 PM): | “Is that what they say…” She smirks again, amused, as she watches him invade her personal space. If any of her men were listening [and they were, of course] they would hear nothing out of the ordinary. Here, though, in her personal bubble, her personal space, he is remembering thier last meeting.
And so is she. He is going to save her ass some time – and she arches that brow again. “My ass appreciates it.” She plucks a card off the stack on her desk, flips it over, and writes down her private number before sliding it over to him. “Just in case anything pops up.” |
| daragan555 (6:17:56 PM): | Carter’s smirk matches her’s one more time, it was always entertaining having conversations like this, before with his superiors in the army, and now, here with the detective, lording over their secret conversation as the others in the room strained uselessly to hear some kind of gossip, to get ANYTHING…and left completely in the dark for their troubles. He slides his number across the table, leaving it squarely in her sights before he takes up her’s and taps it over twice between his fingers looking it over.
“After ICE clears it, you will be the first to know Detective.” Just a bit of divisional bullshit to top the whole conversation off even as his facial expression remains the same. He stood then, and offered the woman his hand, a friendly shake to ensure no hard feelings….another lie for the men. “Thanks for the speedy discourse, both ICE and Homicide have better things to do then worry about dirt bags like those.” |
| diTerces (6:21:11 PM): | She is amused by their conversation, by the implications thereof. If she must be alone, again, at the very least she won’t be lacking the occasional company. She palms his number, and tucks it into her pocket as she stands with him, and lets her hand find his.
Her shake is not a wimpy female frou-frou shake, either. Nor is it a test of strength, and after the initial – official – shake, that lies to her men, she lets her touch linger in his in unspoken suggestion. “My pleasure, Mr. Roth.” Indeed. |
| daragan555 (6:24:56 PM): | The smirk widens ever so slightly when her touch lingers, but it cannot linger to long…not here, not in the presence of subordinates. Their clasped hands separate then and Carter nods to her. “Thats Agent Roth, Detective Montoya.” He says with one final hit, before winking in her direction and turning to leave.
“Have a good shift.” And at that hes off, to claim his gear if he can…or if not, head to his own division..to deal with more shit. |
| diTerces (6:31:05 PM): | She smirks at him, even as he winks and gets in the last word of their little banter between them. She does get in the last actual word, however as she nods and calls after him. “You too, Agent Roth.”
And under that, of course, is the unspoken suggestion she looks forward to their next meeting, as well – even if she knows damn well she should steer clear of the Nation for a while, if only for her sanity’s sake.
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[And the next day]
| daragan555 (6:40:51 PM): | Yesterday, two kin had crossed paths that had never anticipated they would ever see each other again. But fate had intervened, and Carter Roth and Izzy Montoya had met again, halfway across the country in the sunshine state. Their first meeting had been an official thing, murders had been the talk of the day, murders that Carter had committed in the line of duty…or so he had said. Izzy understood THAT duty, and he had made it through relatively unscathed…and tonight…Carter calls the woman, and invites her to a hole in the wall of a bar, where beer is cheap and the setting private.
It was a good place for two law enforcement types to drink away their stress, and if necessary..crack some heads. Carter waits there for her, in a dry cleaned coat [which had cleared evidence] and a black button up beneath it. Below that he wore a pair of faded jeans and boots…gone is the official appearance, this is more the Carter that Izzy would remember….sans dreadlocks of course. He waited patiently at the bar, casually sipping a beer that most likely tasted like shit….but it was cheap, cop salary cheap. |
| diTerces (6:50:28 PM): | She could say she was surprised that he called her so soon, but it would be a lie. The fact that they’ve met again, half a country away under the sunny skies of San Franscisco, meant that they’d meet again, again, in the near future. They had a connection that others can’t understand [others not including her recent ex, of course] and they both remember previous encounter with some degree of alcohol induced fondness. So,, when she recieves the call, she answers that she’ll be there. Without hesitatoin.
After all – who doesn’t need alcohol after her kind of days at work… She arrives at the bar a little late, to find him patiently waiting. She hasn’t bothered to change, and is dressed a lot like she had been before – dress slacks, a tailored blouse, sensible shoes and a blazer to hide the fact that she is armed. She pauses inside the door to let her eyes adjust, and then moves toward him and the bar, and the cheep ass beer waiting for her. “So. Something’s popped up, I take it.” And hello to you too. |
| daragan555 (6:56:26 PM): | Carter turned and took in Izzy’s form as she stepped into the bar, she wore a blazer to hide the fact that she was armed, she could be damn certain that Carter’s leather did much the same, likely hiding a different piece then the one he usually carried, the weapon most likely still in lock up, under scrutiny by lad techs…that he was not pleased with. She speaks of things popping up and Carter snorts with a hint of disgust. “Sure did, a big fat week suspension without pay.” He says shaking his head as he stood and gestured towards a booth…something a little more private. He picks up the pitcher and starts to walk.
“So I figured I’d see what else I could get to pop up. You did so nicely.” He says as he sets the pitcher on the booth table and slid in.\ |
| diTerces (7:04:08 PM): | She makes a face when he mentions his supension and chuckles, softly. “Yeah. I heard.” Which means she checked up on him, or something to that effect. Maybe. Or she just followed up on the case, after she’d done her part. But probably the first.
She follows him to the booth, and sets her empty glass near the pitcher in clear demand as she slips free of her blazer. now that the back of the booth will cover the holster at the small of her back. She relaxes back into the seat with a soft sound of exhaustion. He says she popped up nicely, and she smirks at him. “Is that so.” a beat, and then… “How long you been here?” In San fran, she means. |
| daragan555 (7:12:55 PM): | She’d checked up on him, looked into things, that in of itself brought a smirk to Carter’s face, imagining the woman wanting to know more about him, to be curious about what was happening to him…it make him laugh, on the inside. She indicated clearly enough her desire, and after he finished pulling off his own coat, laying it inside the booth, his holster on the same side as his coat he poured her a tall frothy glass of the stuff, and pushed it toward her, the condensation on the glass allowing it to slide toward her.
“In the city?” He shrugged slowly thinking it through. “Almost a month and a half now. Had to get the fuck outta Chicago, place was a shit hole as I’m sure you remember.” He picks up his beer and raises it in a toast. “To Chicago, may it never matter again.” A slightly sour tone in his voice before ti rose to a chuckle. “Yourself?” |
| diTerces (7:20:17 PM): | She would have done it for any of the Nation, really. No, honestly. Ok, maybe the male part that she has slept with before. Or something. The smirk isn’t missed, but the conversation moves on, and she smirks, slightly.
“Oh I remember.” Though some things went very well for her in chicago, only to fall apart here, within weeks. She lifts her glass in toast to chicago, and takes a swig, before she shrugs. “Three weeks or so. Long enough for it to all go to shit.” |
| daragan555 (7:25:01 PM): | “Shit already?” He asks, raising a brow as he licked the foam from his short but still present whiskers. “Seems like you’ve got it pretty made, cushy position as the head of homicide, a bunch of cops sweatin bullets at the single glance of their fear inducing she king. And a city thats gonna have more then its fair share of opportunity to let of steam….whats the hell went wrong with all that?”
Maybe it wasn’t his place to ask, maybe it was a sore spot, but Izzy had opened the door by telling him things had gone to shit…and when people make mention, they usually expect you to step through that door. |
| diTerces (7:30:41 PM): | She smirks slightly, and then gestures. “Oh, all THAT is fucking fantastic. I do love making the boys shit with just a glance. The job – well. It’s good. Most of it.” There’s always bumps in the road of course. She doesn’t say anything about the rest, nothing else for a long time. And then… maybe just because she needs to say it to someone, to have someone understand…
She takes a fortifying swallow of her beer, and then nods. “You remember the fuckin’ rules, right?” Of course he does. No marks where they can be seen, and she doesn’t do love. Among other things. “Well, I fuckin broke them.” A nod. “And he broke me.” |
| daragan555 (7:36:35 PM): | Things got heavy in the span of a heart beat. Not that lovely dovey type of heartbeat either, that visceral, blood pumping your still alive sorta heartbeat. Izzy confesses to breaking her own rules, rules that she had laid down quite clearly their first night out. Rules Carter himself had been more then willing to follow, not like they were tough ones to manage.
He falls silent as well for a few moments, looking down at the beer that sat between them, bubbles rising like the pressure in the room before he shrugs. “Tough break. Loves a bitch.” He looks up at her gaze and shrugged once more. “Had somethin similar happen in Chicago, cept the management got in the fucking way, she wouldn’t go further, management wouldn’t let me take the steps I needed to…so I said fuck it, left the city…only problem was…she wouldn’t leave with me.” He took a long swig of his beer then and snorted. “So here we are.” |
| diTerces (7:39:31 PM): | “You’re a bigger man than him, then. Management stepped in here, and he…” She shakes her head, and takes another drink. “He turned into the biggest fucking coward I’ve ever known – gave me up without even thinking of a fight.” |
| diTerces (7:39:35 PM): | (whoops – more. *L*) |
| diTerces (7:41:26 PM): | And there, that’s the crux of the matter. That’s what broke her, what hurt her the worst. She would have fought for him, fought until the bitter end. There’s something that she and Carter have in common, there. “One fucking visit, and he shut down, decided it was hopeless, and that was that.”
A nod, a matching snort, and a lift of her beer. “So here we are.” |
| daragan555 (7:47:18 PM): | Carter raised a brow at that before shaking his head, a look of disgust on his face. “Sounds like management had his balls in the vice long before you entered the picture Izzy.” He said as he leaned back into the booth bench one arm going up over the back of the thing. “Not to knock the man you broke the rules for…but sounds like the panty waist ain’t worth your time.”
Over beers it was easy to make such things sound so simple, to rationalize, or unrationalize them to the point where you thought ‘fuck it so simple to do’ of course…that wasn’t the case, especially when you broke the rules for someone. He lifts his beer once more, taking a good chug of the piss quality draft, but the alcohol in it would do the job, and that was what mattered. “So whats your next move?” |
| diTerces (7:53:56 PM): | She nods, slightly. “And here I thought that was me..” It’s the rebirth of her smirk, as she shrugs slightly. “And yeah. He ain’t.”
Life is never as simple as it seems over alcohol, which might just be why she drinks as much she does. At least that’s one reason and the others she doesn’t want to even think about. He asks her what her next move is, and that smirk remains, as she arches a brow, slightly. “Reclaiming the Izzy that was. She had it all together, from what I remembered.” a sly look… “Pretty sure you thought so too.” |
| daragan555 (7:59:32 PM): | Carter chuckled lightly and he nodded in concession. “When I met the Izzy that was I can tell you for a fact that I said to myself, there is a hard headed, no nonsense balls busting bitch, who knows exactly what she wants, and knows how to get it.” He said every word like it was a compliment….even bitch, that was just his way.
He raised his eyes to the woman’s gaze now and his own smirk spread across his lips, the man leaning forward now. “I don’t see any different today from what I saw then.” |
| diTerces (8:03:36 PM): | He means every word as a compliment, and by the end of it, the smirk has warmed, just a touch, in some way undefinable, but visible none the less. He leans forward, and tells her that she is the same woman he saw then… the woman that takes what she wants, when she wants it.
She leans forward then, and arches that damn brow again. “Then why are we fuckin’ sitting here, when we both know what the fuck we want.” |
| daragan555 (8:08:55 PM): | She leans forward as well, bringing them closer together then they had been in a good long while and she asks him why they were sitting there, why they weren’t busy elsewhere, getting exactly what they wanted from each other and he chuckled a little. “Several reasons, firstly, I wanted beer, so here we are. Secondly, I remember you, I liked you…I figure before we take it back to either place that I’d at least see whats new.” He shrugged then and tilted his beer up and back, draining the last of it from his glass.
In the end he slams his glass down on the table and wipes his mouth on the back of his sleeve as his smirk returned full power and he pulled out his wallet and tossed some bills on the table. “But thats that, so lets get the fuck outta here, less you got another reason to stick around.” He asked an inquisitive look upon his face, waiting to see if she, for some reason…wanted to stick around. |
| diTerces (8:15:55 PM): | She finishes off her beer, matching him swallow for swallow, and sets her glass down at the same time with a chuckle. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand as she leans closer to him, and winks… “The shoebox I currently live in? Has a bar.”
It may only have one real room – but the bar was certainly a selling point, and she grabs her blazer as he throws down the bills, and slips it back on. She has no reason to want to stick around – and every reason for wanting to get him back to her place. |
| daragan555 (8:19:57 PM): | Both of Carter’s brows raise when Izzy mentions that her place has a bar, and he chuckles once more as he pulls on his own coat. “Well then fuck this dive, its probably the worst cheap beer I’ve ever tasted.” Carter was in no hurry to get away, not really. He had a good feeling that he was getting lucky tonight one way or another, maybe a few times. But Izzy wanted out, wanted him where she could have him…and he certainly wasn’t going to argue.
They stepped of quickly, heading for the door, anyone who tried to stop them had better be on offical business. For Carters part he reaches into his pocket pulls out his cell…and turns the fucker off. |
| diTerces (8:29:38 PM): | She actually laughs at that, and stands when he does, and no one tries to stop them. Her smirk remains as they head off – and this bar, with the crappy tasting beer, is not all that far from what she calls her shoebox. He turns off his cell phone, and she does the same for the first time in a very long time.
at the bass of Nobb Hill, there’s a little building and the second floor walk up leads to an even smaller apartment. She unlocks all four locks, and lets him in. There’s a small hall – with a closet on one side, and the bathroom on the other, then the kitchen – which does, indeed, have a bar. Beyond that the living room is combined with the bedroom – the bed in the far corner, next to the windows. She slings off her jacket and tosses it onto a chair, and then moves to the bar and grabs a bottle of whiskey. “You have a choice – beer’s in the fridge, whiskey’s here or…” And she smirks and turns to arch a brow at him. “Me first.” |
| diTerces (8:31:02 PM): | {her apartment: http://www.themeanstreets.net/gallery/lessa } |
| daragan555 (8:42:39 PM): | Carter took a moment to look over the apartment as they stepped within, his boots kicked off his feet and his own coat taken off and tossed across the same chair. She went for the whiskey, and laid out his options. Carter looked around for the briefest of moments and smirked, remaining silent as he stepped over to the bed and sat down on the edge of it.
He then leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knee’s and made a come hither motion with one slow finger. “Bring the whiskey with you, no one ever said we couldn’t multi task.” He says with all the devilish intent that had been in his eyes, sliding into is words. Have your cake and eat it too? Yeah, Carter believed in it, hell he practiced it regularly. |
| diTerces (8:48:44 PM): | She rolls her eyes heavenward as she holds the bottle to her chest, and mimics prayer “And to think, I only asked santa for a puppy…how did he know?” She doesn’t even bother with glasses, but smirks as she kicks off her shoes, pauses at the table to slip the holster from the small of her pack and set her weapon on the table and then moves to the bed.
And him. She doesn’t stop her motion, giving him barely enough time to sit up before she is straddling his thighs, and offering him the bottle. “I am a multi-tasking god…” |
| diTerces (9:06:55 PM): | r(resend your last for me?) |
| daragan555 (9:07:11 PM): | no problem |
| daragan555 (9:07:28 PM): | Carter laughs as she speaks of santa and puppies, when what she was getting was a man and a bottle. She obviously had more use for the latter then the former. He manages to sit up, and as she straddles his thighs he reaches up, taking the bottle in one hand to take a swig from the mouth of it, not worrying about niceties at this point…nice was not what either of them wanted. The swig taken, Carter handed the bottle back to Izzy and then, unceremoniously stripped her of her shirt. Buttons flew as he tore it open, she would have to replace it…or sew it back together…regardless it was not a concern at the moment.
What was was pressing lips to exposed flesh, his lips finding the collar bone and working south, tasting the mixture of whiskey, and the taste of Izzy. |
| diTerces (9:11:46 PM): | Izzy is many things – a seamstress is not one of them. He hands her the bottle back, and rips open her shirt, much to her amusement. She tips the bottle up, and takes a long couple of swallows, as her hand slides around the back of his neck, and into his hair… “Not gonna…oh…right there… lie… I kinda miss the dreds…” He works his way south, and she shakes the remnants of her shirt off her arms and away. She arches her back into his mouth, reaching behind her back with a free hand, flipping the clasp on her bra so that it is easily moved away for his questing lips… |
| daragan555 (9:19:13 PM): | ‘Right there’ gets her exactly what she wants for a few moments, until his lips continued to move sound, a pleased look sliding over his face as the bra slides away, and Carter’s lips seek out and seal around one pert nipple, licking in slow generous circles. But this was no gentle love making, this would not last for hours…at least not like this. Carters hands moved to undo his own shirt, pushing it off his shoulders unless Izzy stops him to even the score on destroyed shirts. “Take it up with the department.” He says with a low chuckle that vibrates right into the sensitive tissue of her breasts. |
| diTerces (9:26:20 PM): | She doesn’t destroy his shirt too – no, she has better plans for that, later. So she lets him pull it off, and then resumes dancing her nails along his skin, the bottle hanging against his spine as he finds her nipples, hardened instantly under the assault as she moans softly….
“i’ll write a motherfuckin’ letter…” Said with a slight smirk, as she leans back to set the bottle aside, to allow both hands to explore his back, his chest, nails dancing over his skin, digging in slightly, as he teases her… |
| daragan555 (9:33:37 PM): | Teasing can only last so long when one is in a situation like this. He felt the bottle hang at his back, and then a few moments later it disappeared, presumably on the bed somewhere. Which mean’t he didnt have to worry about what he did next. Hands grasped Izzy by the hips then, and spinning about Izzy found herself no longer on his lap, but on the bed itself. Carter grinned wickedly at her as he dropped low then and went to strip her of the last of her clothing. When both the pants and whatever she had on beneath was gone. Carter took another swallow from the whiskey bottle…before pouring some down her stomach…and over her pussy.
“Mmmm I might have to write you a leave of absence tomorrow the way I’m feeling.” He said as he lowered himself to her bare form and began licking up the slowly drying liquor. |
| diTerces (9:41:38 PM): | He grinned, and she is suddenly spinning and landing on her back on the bed. she helps him kick her out of her pants and gasps as the whiskey hits her belly, outright laughing as he leans to run his tongue along her skin….
“I’m the boss – i get to work from fucking home…” She stretches, under him, arching into his touch, his kiss, his trail of kisses… reaching to run her fingers through his hair as she watches him… “I think you missed a drop….” Her grin wicked this time, as she encourages his behavior… |
| daragan555 (9:44:31 PM): | “Your the boss, boss.” He says as he pours on some more, just for good measure, and moves back up, and then back down, kissing, licking, and biting gently at the smooth lines of her stomach, when at last he comes back down to her pussy, the one spot which he had not yet touched, he began to lap gently…drinking up her taste as he drank the whiskey from her flesh, she was intoxicating, in more ways then one, and as he knelt between her legs Carter removed his own pant’s and underwear….leaving him bare as well. |
| diTerces (9:50:23 PM): | “ohfuck” He finally tastes of her, finally kisses and licks and teases her sex, stripping himself down as he pleasures her… her hands tangle in the bedspread as she holds on, sensations dancing under her skin, a warm flush sliding along her skin… she’s the boss, and she likes it that way…
“i’m the…ohfuck… boss – so commere.” She snaps her fingers toward his hip, wanting to get her hands on him as well – and as soon she can, she slides her hands along his length, falling into a teasing stroke, gathering the moisture waitinf along the tip and sliding fingertips along sensitive top, aiming to drive him as crazy as he is her…. |
| daragan555 (9:55:54 PM): | Get her hands on him she does. Why would Carter argue with that, he rises enough and when hes up, he both regrets it and enjoys it thoroughly, knees shake briefly as he grunts with the pleasure that wants to send him over onto the bed. But he resists. “Fuckin hell you are the boss, the boss of my fucking dick Whoa..” He laughs a little as she strokes him just right, hits that specific spot and she too drives him wild.
But to think he is Idle while she does this is foolish, a hand sneaks back between her thighs and works her the same, stroking and teasing, before circling her clit with moist, eager fingers. |
| diTerces (10:01:42 PM): | “Just the way i fuckin like it…” His hand finds her, and she continues to stroke him, loving the way he reacts so easily to her, untl she just grins up at him, wickedly, and reaches out, grabs him and topples him to the bed, and twists around until she can straddle him again… this time with her breath along his length, her knees at his shoulders. She flicks her tongue across the tip of his sex, before circling teasingly, following the ridge along until she finally, finally takes him into her mouth, deep… deep into her throat…. |
| daragan555 (10:07:11 PM): | She buries him in his throat and Carter lets out a purely primal groan as he slowly has his mind, and his dick blown. But even now he is not out of options. She had straddled him, and just above him sat her gleaming wet sex, and even as she continued to swallow and lick at him he rises up and laps at her pussy, giving her shot for shot in the sexual favours department. But even like this he was losing this battle….Izzy knew what she wanted, and she was working hard to get it. |
| diTerces (10:16:23 PM): | His animalistic groan makes her tremble, and when he lifts up to lap and lick at her, she answers him in kind, a long low groan that rembles up from the very depth of her… she works him deep into her throat, then out again, teasing her tongue along the tip, doing her best to drive him mad – then backing off so that he doesn’t cum, not yet… oh no – because she is not even close to done with him yet…
She keeps him on the edge, a while longer, enjoying the way he runs his tongue over her, just so, curling her hips into his mouth, as he pushes her closer and closer… until she cries out, falling over the edge, quaking in the depths of her release… until she finally can breathe again… She doesn’t leaving him hanging for long.. instead she turns and lays claim to his lips, tasting whiskey, herself, and him all mingled on his tongue, as she straddles his hips, and guides him deep into slick heat… |
| daragan555 (10:23:11 PM): | He is engulfed in that moment, his diligence and fervour, his zeal for the taste of her rewarded. She had had her release, had felt gotten precisely what she had wanted out of this, and now she would give him what he had wanted out of it as well. The taste of her and him mixed with the flavours of whiskey was new and wonderful, heady as she locked lips with him and did not set him free.
Groaning into the lip lock Carter began to thrust, even as he was trapped beneath her he thrusted upward, rolling his hips if that was all he could do. But perhaps to his dismay, or delight he had been pushed to the edge so many times that he seemed to have been hardened against it…though how long that would last is beyond him. So hands ran up and down her back, occasionally gripping at her hips to help increase what thrusting power he had, as he sought sweet, glorious release wtihin the heat of her body. |
| diTerces (10:29:18 PM): | She rides him slowly, at first, lifting from his thrusts before falling back against him, smiling against his lips as even now she controls the tempo, even now she controls every moment.. until he grips her hips, and she finally lets him thrust deep into her, falling against him with moaning cries, feeling another release dancing about the edges of her sensibilities, aching to fall over the edge again, until she can’t hold back any longer, and tightens around him, slick inner muscles clencing and rippling against him as she cries out her release, falling into the oblivion where nothing matters but the man she shares her bed with, right here, right now… |
| daragan555 (10:36:45 PM): | Oblivion yawned wide to swallow them both, nothing but pleasure and release, sensation and each other awaited them within. Izzy was already on her way down, her second release causing her to lose the control that she had, to relinquish her mastery over the situation, even as she straddled Carter like some amazonian queen.
For Carter oblivion was inevitable just as it had been for Izzy, she had controlled him for the first bit, ensuring the prolonged and carefully timed release of his pleasure, but he had sabotaged that when he had managed to grasp her hips and force her into a faster, more animalistic tempo. She grips him tight as she orgasms, her mind on fire, and her body wanting to caress, to hold, to have that which had brought her to this place. He thrusts even then, fighting against the tightness and the heat, but it is not to outlast…no it is to join, and as Izzy finally begins to feel herself come down….she instead feels the twitching of Carter’s own member as he grunts in release, his body spasming as only a man who welcomed that oblivion that yawned wide for them both. |
| diTerces (10:41:36 PM): | She has to fight to breathe after, feeling him throb so deep within her, her face buried against his neck as she kisses the marks she left there feather light, relaxing agaisnt him ever so slowly… she takes a deep breath, shaky at best, and just holds on for a while longer, until she finally lifts her head, and studies him, then captures his lips again, languid and easy…
Then she grins at him and winks. “Next time, you can be the boss – assuming next time is as soon as you catch your breath…” Because of course it will be that soon. The night is just beginning, after all…. |