Izzy Montoya
123 not me!
Carter Roth
A busy week had lead to a busy weekend, Carter was out and about, Carter was being social, hell Carter had helped save the motherfucking day not to long ago when he helped wally in one particular office building. Izzy might well have heard about that, might have even been on the case…of course Carter, at least…not officially Carter had not been mentioned, even if someone fitting a description seemingly like him might have been made at the scene..as so often happens, the tapes were missing from the building.
Regardless Carter had found his phone once again, and had called Detective Montoya out to his home near Jenner, out of the city to a place he knew she was starting to take a shine too, starting to like…maybe even love for its peace and quiet. He had done this a few times over the month’s, both for her sanity as well as his, but with her now in the force once more, working her desk like a pro they had tricked back….as work necessitated.
Tonight it would be BBQ on the patio and maybe watching the game….simple things, simple things that helped keep them both sane and together..Carter was busy ensuring that then and there…as he worked over the BBQ, waiting for Izzy to arrive. He had given her a key even…no big deal made over it, he had said it was for convienence, and for security…incase someone had to bust in…or out in a hurry.
Izzy Montoya
Carter had said lots of things. Any other woman would be swooning at his feet, or at least have moved in a toothbrush and staked a claim. Detective Izzy Montoya is not just any other woman – fortunately for them both. In fact, aside from her attempt at normalcy with John, with Derek, she is firmly back on the fuck the nation, no relationship side of things.
Which doesn’t explain why she keeps returning out here, or to Carter. Fortunately, for someone bent on finding the truth every day in her job (sometimes just so she can bend it to the Nation’s will) she has a convenient blind spot when it comes to her own feelings. About anything – not just this place, and the man who keeps inviting her out here.
No big deal. Convenient. Secure.
And so it is, her car – of the unmarked work variety that does nothing to hide the fact it’s an unmarked car – pulls into the drive, and the engine cuts out. She grabs her bag – laptop/briefcase bag, that is – and steps from the car, locking it behind her. Soon after, her key is in the lock, and she’s letting herself (cautiously) inside. “Carter?”
Carter Roth
“On the balcony Izzy.” He calls out from the open door, the cool breeze blowing through into the house now becoming something of a wind tunnel as the front door opened. It would only die once Izzy stepped within and closed the door behind her, Carter had come to realize it was one of the houses ‘problems’ and so he had kept most loose papers out of the living room…or at least he tried. A few blew in Izzy’s direction as the pressure in the house shifted.
She could smell it, could smell meat sizzling on the grill, beef and chicken, the former tender, the latter spiced to a bit hotter…like most law enforcement agents liked it.
Carter himself was dressed casually, either he hadn’t worked today, or he had gotten back long ago enough that he could change into jeans and a T-shirt. He stepped away briefly from the grill and looked into the house at the woman at his door. “Evenin Detective…hows shit?”
Izzy Montoya
She closes the door behind her quickly, and catches the couple of papers that had tried to escape. She sets them down again and takes a deep breath of the scents wafting in from the balcony. Heaven on a ‘que…
She unbuttons the front of her blazer with one hand as she makes he way toward the cook, half expecting to see him in an apron that suggested he be kissed, only vaguely disappointed that he’s not. she sets her bag down on the couch as she passes by, and by the time she’s gotten to the balcony, she’s slipping her blazer off, tucked her badge into the pocket, and untucked her blouse from her slacks. It’s not very casual, no, but it’s as close as she gets at the moment.
“Evenin. And it’s about neck fuckin’ deep, as usual. Smells delicious..”
Carter Roth
“As usual.” He said with an exaggerated reply as he nodded, flipping a beautiful looking striploin with a pair of tongs, the sizzle popping off them just right. Carter kept his meat on the rare side of things..preferring the flavour of the juices as they were trapped within.
“Aint that the truth, things have been getting wild and wacky around ICE this season, the guys tell me its pretty standard.” He said with a slow shake of his head…. “Ridiculous stuff.”
He paused to look her over, noting she was still dressed for work. “Hey don’t stand on ceremony for my sake Iz, head inside and get yourself comfortable, I know you brought a change…you always do.” He said as he turned back and flipped a piece of chicken before basting it in some kind of sauce.
“Oh..and of course….beer or whiskey, your choice in the fridge.” He said as he smirked, one would almost swear Izzy was a friend over for game night, one of the dudes…except she wasn’t…she was Izzy, and well, that just meant all sorts of things to the contrary.
Izzy Montoya
He knows she brought a change.. she huffs a breath of amusement, but turns to head back inside with a flippant “Oh, i get to wear clothes this time? Someone must be hungry…” She could be one of the guys…
Only.. not.
But she tosses her blazer on the back of the couch, and a moment’s dig in the bag frees something much more casual. And, being Izzy, she doesn’t stand on ceremony at all. In fact, she doesn’t even bother going to the bedroom or bathroom to change. Nope, Izzy simply strips right there, right then. She kicks off her shoes with a sigh of relief, and soon her slacks and blouse are following to form what he’s come to expect as Izzy’s Pile O’Shit on the floor.
Business wear is soon replaced with a far more casual pair of yoga pants and a tank top, before she turns on a bare heel to head toward the kitchen.
Her choice is no surprise. She returns with a beer for both of them, as well as a whiskey for herself. Not that she needs the beer chaser, but she certainly needs the shot after work. She always does. The beer is to just keep things mellow, after…
Carter Roth
“Hey we could change that you know. I could make you cook while I work under your hood.” He says with a laugh, using a car metaphor just to make it all the more entertaining…it wasn’t the fact that either of them were car people…not overly at least, but Carter found such inappropriateness enjoyable, especially with Izzy about.
She strips in the living room, which offers Carter a fine view of Izzy in one of his favourite forms..very, very naked, and he smirks to himself as he takes a gander, before turning back to his work, making dinner. When she strides once again onto the patio in her yoga pants and tank top with beer in hand Carter gave her a smirk come smile and took the beer in hand.
“Welcome to the weekend blow out…from the look of that whiskey already in hand…you need this.” He said raising his beer as he closed the lid of the grill. “Food will be up in about five…”
Izzy Montoya
She snorts. “You know I can’t cook worth shit…” It’s said with that little smirk of hers that almost dares become an actual smile, as she hops up to sit on the railing next to the bbq so she can watch him cook.
If she realizes he took a nice long gander of her changing, she either doesn’t care, doesn’t mind, or changed there on purpose. Either way, she certainly does not complain, even though they both know he knows every inch of her form – inside and out – better than most men. He, after all, has had repeat performances. Which is more than most.
She lifts her whiskey with that little smirk again, and nods. “People go fuckin’ crazy round the holidays.” Which is as close to admitting she needs something – anything – that she’ll get.
Carter Roth
He stands next to the grill, picking up his beer and taking a sip of it, oft times before, back when this routine was newer, Carter and Izzy would just share a bottle of whiskey, fuck the glasses, fuck any need for anything but passing the bottle. In recent times though, or at least occasionally, they had become more relaxed…in a civilized sense, leaving them with glasses or even bottles as now, and the man smirked thinking on those times passed.
“You hear about that container that came in? Half full of chirstmas toys, the other half full of illegals?” He asks with a shake of his head. “The idiots tried to pawn themselves off as workers sent with the shipment to unload….they even took the time rehearse the story in the cargo container…” He chuckled to himself as he leaned on the balcony rail next to Izzy’s hip.
“You’d have gotten a kick outta that one.” He said with a swig of the beer, letting it fall down his throat with relish, waiting…eager for the meat that would follow.
“So whats news Iz?” He asked, looking up at her. “Ain’t seen you in what….a week?”
Izzy Montoya
She shakes her head, with a brief chuckle. People try the damnedest things – all except for doing it the correct, and legal, ways.
He leans on the railing by her hip, and she shifts her weight subtly so that her thigh nudges up against him. A comfortable movement, one that seeks contact even if she doesn’t realize it on her own. He’s close, and she touches him in one way or another – this time, with simple pressure of her thigh, barely felt, but for the warmth of the closeness.
He asks whats new, and she shrugs a shoulder slightly.. before admitting. “Looks like I got another fuckin’ serial on my hands.” And he knows all too well her past, and how things like that still trigger her, even if now it triggers into a compulsive need to work 24 hous a day until she catches him. “Three bodies in two days. Same MO.”
She scrubs her hand over her face, and then slides her fingers back through her hair before taking another swig of he whiskey.
Carter Roth
“Seriously?” Carter shakes his head and takes another swig of his beer. “I swear were spawning those freaks mroe and more these days, its like our current culture demands they exist for our sick amusement or something.” He says it like a joke…but there is an underlying disgust….he knows what happened to Izzy, knows how she felt on the subject…and he could not help but empathize and feel the same…having shared such time with her.
He smirks to himself as she presses against him, gentle, warm….barely there, but a reassurance and closeness none the less, a nearness both appreciated, even if it was kept casual, kept simple.
“You’ll get him, and the bastard will rot forever.” He said as he looked up at her and smirked wide. “Or you know…he might resist and you’ll just have to shoot his ass, both would work out you know.”
Izzy Montoya
She manages a little smirk, that even warms at the thought of shooting the bastard. In the end, she lifts her glass and chugs the rest of the liquid within, holding the back of her hand against her mouth for a moment afterward. She sets the glass aside then, and reaches for her beer – she has no intention of getting drunk tonight. She has work to do…
eventually.
Right now, however, it’s all about that casual and simple connection – and the smells wafting off that grill. Her stomach even joins in with an impatient grumble, and she makes a brief face. “Feeeed meeee.”
Steak. she means. really.
[maybe]
Carter Roth
Izzy makes a face and declares her need, the need to be fed, one way or another, she doesn’t really specify, and the man knows why she does so…it was likely of course that by the end of the night, both needs would be fed, Izzy would be off, or at least working away in the living room late into the night, and Carter would retire…or who knows….even help, he had tried before.
He laughs of course, laughs at her words and actions before letting it fall into a light chuckle as he moved towards the grill once more and popped the lid, the smell of perfectly cooked meat wafting up into Izzy’s senses.
“Alright…looking good.” He said as he pulled of a piece of steak, as well as one of the chicken breasts and plated it, before handing it to Izzy. “Here, eat this before you become cannibalistic…or i find you smashing mussles off a rock down on the beach.” He said with a smirk to the woman, he’d take care of her…one way or another…he’d sworn to do just that.
Izzy Montoya
She makes a face. “Ew. Seafood.” before she takes the plate and sets her beer aside to do exactly what he tells her too. It’s something he shouldn’t get used too, of course, but right now, her need for a perfectly cooked piece of meat outweighs her normal inclination to be contrary. She balances the plate on her lap, and digs in with a happy little moan…
He’d sworn to take care of her – but she never lets herself think about that. It brings up to many memories of others who have done the same thing. Fortunately she’s very adept at taking care of herself – when she’s not completely buried in work or being mind-fucked by the nation, that is.
But, she lets him cook for her (gaia knows she can’t cook for herself!) and feed her, and later she’ll likely let him fuck her too. She’d never call it a relationship of any sort – but for some reason, she keeps returning.
Maybe it’s for the chicken.”Goddamn, if I didn’t hate marriage so much I’d demand a ring so you could cook for me all the fuckin’ time…”
Carter Roth
Izzy hated marriage, hell she hated the very idea of being in a relationship with a man, anything beyond fuck buddies or friends was simply unacceptable, was beyond the pall, and the man didn’t push, didn’t even care to try and make it more then it was, because Carter had his own issues as well, his own angst and mistrust of the nation…while subdued in comparison to Izzy’s of late, was still present, still simmering beneath the surface, and the simple fact a woman he had given himself too…a garou, had up and died not a week after doing so….no Carter was just fine with feeding, seeing to, and fucking the shit out of Izzy at the moment.
He plated his own steak and chicken as well, drizzling a little bit more of the spicy sauce onto his plate before closing the lid of the grill and killing the propane, His own utensils acquired as he balanced the plate on the rail of the balcony.
“Ha, you kidding me? I already do, I’d bet you fifty fucking dollars right here and now that you only get a home cooked meal that doesn’t involve a microwave or a telephone when you come here.” He said with a grin, not a smirk…a real honest grin.
“A ring my ass….” He said with a small chcukle before stuffing some chicken in his mouth.
Izzy Montoya
She lifts her fork as if to debate the comment, if only because that’s what she does, but then she just groans and puts the bite on the end of the fork in her mouth and chews happily. He’d win that bet, and they both know it.
So she responds like any other of the guys would. She doesn’t. Well, other than to smack him lightly on the arm, she doesn’t.
“Shaddup.” She’s simply too busy to have ever learned to cook anything other than the basics – and by basic she means a bowl of lucky charms cereal for breakfast, and if she’s feeling quite bold, some toast to go with it.
Carter Roth
Her smack on the arm and a the shaddup brings a smirk of victory to Carter’s features, a laugh brimming in his eyes as he chuckled through the chicken he was eating. It was only when he finally managed to chew and swallow that hefty piece of meat that he actually speaks up…some manners existed, even if they ended up cussing like sailors around each other.
“You gonna make me? Last time i was at your place I swear the stack of chinese take out was almost as tall as I am.” He said, jibbing at her, to be honest though…it probably only came up to his waist.
He turned back then, looking out over the ocean before them as he cut off another piece of chicken and looked it over, watching the waves roll behind it.
“So you stickin round tonight? Or you headed back?”
Izzy Montoya
“It was not!” She defends herself, but then adds with a little smirk. “The pizza boxes were.” She is hopeless, she knows it. At least she has many other assets that make her company enjoyable. Well, for some folks, at least. There’s no accounting for taste, after all.
He asks if she’s staying, and she doesn’t answer for a moment, though they both know the answer already. Even if she’s a ton of work to do, the chances she’s going back before morning are slim to none.
Especially if… “Kinda have to, if I’m gonna make you shaddup and all…” Her smirk slides into a knowing grin as she lets her gaze drift over him… chances are he’ll stop talking – but oh the noises of satisfaction that will replace words..
Carter Roth
“Ahhh right, the pizza boxes.” He said with a laugh as he shook his head, they had a comfortable banter these two. For all that they ignored, they worked well together, they were similar in many ways, and just different enough not to piss each other off if they stayed in the same room for more then ten minutes together. He wolfed down the last piece of chicken as she spoke about staying the evening, about sticking around to get work done…and to make him shut up at that.
“Sounds like you have a very…very busy night planned for yourself.” He said with an amused, almost salacious look on his face as he looked at her sidelong. “You might be making me shut up…but i just have a bet you won’t be able to keep quiet all night.”
Izzy Montoya
She smirks as she chases the last bit of the juice on her plate with the last bite of steak and plops it into her mouth – and doesn’t deny that she wouldn’t be able to keep quiet.
All night.
She just grins at him, and lifts a shoulder in a shrug, finally saying after she swallows. “Most men enjoy the applause…”
Carter Roth
That brings another laugh from Carter, another enjoyed, full sound both for the relish he took from their talk…as well as the relish he would take from her body…later, after they had had their fill of other things, both social and physical.
“Ain’t gonna lie, the standing ovation is something you do really…really fucking well.” He said with a wink as he started in on his steak, working slowly through it with a relish that was not simply born of the food.
“So Detective, you gonna need my help tonight with all that case work?” He asked with a grin as he looked back to her, knowing full well he was largely useless with that kind of detective work…he was still a solider mostly…and with that, was a bit blunt in his actions.
Izzy Montoya
She smirks at him, secure she won that round – in a battle they never truely fight and end up on the same side of more often than not. It’s goodnatured banter, and fun, and the stress in her shoulders eases, bit by bit. She digs into the chicken – hot and spicy, just like she likes it, and takes a bite before she answers…
“Hmmm…” a pause.. “does rubbing my feet count as help? Because if so – then absofuckinglutely..”
Carter Roth
Carter rolls his eyes and waves his hand infront of his nose, a nasty smirk on his face like he had just smelt something foul…but couldn’t help but laugh about it….and it was likely that Izzy already knew where Carter was about to go. “Oh man…..guess I’m gonna have to dig up my ol gas mask.” He said as he nudged her with his elbow.
“Even with those things airing out right now you never manage to get the smell of those shoes outta your feet.” He says, chuckling dryly as he did.
“I swear the government needs to bottle that smell….use it as a terrorist deterrent weapon.”
Izzy Montoya
She just rolls her eyes, and kicks him with one of those offensive smelling feet, and smirks. “Its the price you pay for that standing fuckin ovation you love so much..”
Though they both know she doesn’t really have a problem, that he’s simply bent on exageration.
As is she. “Nah, it’d be far more effective to bottle the scent from your locker at work – christ don’t ya ever wash your gym socks?!”
Carter Roth
The man feigns injury, briefly crying discomfort as he laughs and hops briefly on one foot. “Come on now, we both agreed, no injuries that would keep us from work.” He said as he grinned at her comment about his own hygiene.
“Those socks…just so you know, are an ongoing experiment to defeat the terrorists from our own shore…they come anywhere within five miles of the shore with those bad boys around and they’ll run screaming back to their masters.” He said as he finished of his steak and pushed off the railing to lay the plate on the picnic table.
“They are a fucking national treasure.”
Izzy Montoya
She snorts, and finishes off her steak, before replying “They’re a fuckin national THREAT is what they are. I aughta go get my cuffs right now and haul your ass in…”
a beat. “…and I would too, but I think i’m too full to move.” She lets out a not so polite little belch to prove her point – as well as the point that she’s more one of the guys than ever. Totally a sexy catch, Izzy.
“Guess we’ll have to use yours – and since your wearing them – get the pink furry ones I found under your bed…”
Carter Roth
Carter smirked as she belched, totally sexy it was not…but it was a compliment, Izzy had been hungry, and he had obviously cooked something worth while. He reaches out and pats her stomach briefly. “You’ve got a lethal weapon in there.” He said with a smirk returned to the woman as he strode towards the door.
It was going to be one of those nights it seemed…Izzy was in the mood for the cuffs…which mean’t that Carter would likely be tied up and used….not that he minded, it was a hot fucking show.
“Pink ones? Well shit, you sure you wouldn’t prefer the leopard print? Be more similar to police grade after all.” He said as he slid open the door to the living room and stepped inside.
Izzy Montoya
He pats her belly, and she catches his hand, briefly, and smirks up at him as he goes to pull away. she holds on a moment, just long enough for him to know it was a compliment indeed, and she appreciates him – and the dinner – without having to actually say the words.
She lets him go then, and then with a smirk, pushes off of the railing and sets her plate on the picnic table, and follows him to the door, sliding her arms around him from behind, fingers sliding along his belly lightly, teasingly.
“Pink, leopard – Either or.”
Carter Roth
He looks back then, as her hands slide along his stomach, a stomach that was just as full as her own and he smirks. One might almost expect him to turn around and kiss her, but for all his boldness…he does not, it might smack to much of a relationship for her…it might push boundaries she does not want tested…and as he had thought before…he was fine with that.
He reached back instead, and gave her ass a firm grab. “Figured I’d get that in while I could….as with those things on…I ain’t gonna get much of a chance.” He said with a laugh as he pulled gently forward, out of her grasp, and continued towards the bedroom, fully intent on getting her what she asked for….for the good of both of them of course.
Izzy Montoya
One might expect him to kiss her – and he doesn’t. She doesn’t expect him too, of course, as they both tread so carefully that line between what’s happening, and what could happen if they but relaxed their hold on reality just a little bit…
Instead, he grabs her ass. In return, she bites his shoulderblade. Not hard, but hard enough to be felt, and remembered for a few moments, as she chuckles against his back. She lets him pull away, then, and only after he’s headed towad the bedroom does she add…
“Oh, i’m sure you’ll take your chances sooner or later…”
{Fade]