Carter Roth
Out of the city, that is what Carter had told Izzy last night as they had drank well and ate their fill, as Carter had come around, come back after so long to make amends, to try and make things right with the woman he had so blatantly failed. True to his word as the sun rose into the sky and the day got along past ten in the morning Carter rousted Izzy from her slumber [if she was not already up] and packed them both away into the mans car.
A trip up the coastline was Izzy’s reward for coming along, the car crawling its way up the coastal highway from which she was rewarded with views of the ocean, spectacular if lonely vista’s as the summer months were now long past.
They travelled amiably for an hour and a half, the car rolling its way through small sea side villages, the last of them being a small town called Jenner, which had since disappeared in the rear view mirror.
It is at this time that Carter looked over to Izzy and grinned. “Were here.” He said as he pulled off onto a small side road surrounded by close vegetation and began the slow and slightly bumpy ride to the house itself.
Izzy Montoya
The night had seen them full and drunk, and curled around each other – her holding on as if he was her last life vest, one that would allow her to get some sleep at last. It had worked for part of the night, until she was drug from her sleep by screams she’d never admit to uttering. He held her tighter then, and she let him. That in itself telling the man how bad it had gotten, how bad it still was.
She didnt sleep much after that, but she remained curled against him until he woke and decided it was time to go. He had said he had a place out of the city – but she didn’t expect it to be this far… she was in no position to argue though, and soon the drive saw her relaxing slowly, leaning the seat back, and watching the coastline fly by…
They’re here, he says, and she turns away from the window to look at him, a brow arching slightly. “Are we…” It’s dry, and slightly amused, but her attention turns to the drive, and the house ahead of them…
Carter Roth
“Its a privacy barrier, one of the things I was looking for in a place, someplace others would have a hard time spying on things.” He says as they roll on through. It doesn’t take long for them to break from the woods and come upon an old wooden fence through which the car glided and pulled up to a stop next to a separated garage.
To the right was the garage, a double door affair that sat nestled just inside the fence, to the right the house itself perched upon its foundation that hung partially over a steep incline. Directly before them, as far as Izzy could tell, was the Pacific Ocean itself, as if they drove but a few more feet, they would have been swimming.
Carter unlocked the doors and stepped out into the ocean air and took a deep breath. “This is it, four bedrooms, living room, couple baths and best of all.” He says with a gesture to a path that went under the houses two tiered balcony. “A private beach.” He said with a chuckle as he looked back to Izzy an amused look in his eyes and a ‘yeah i own this’ look on his face.
Izzy Montoya
She watches him as he tells her about the house, rather than the house itself… seeing his pride in the fact that he owns it, that its private, that it’s a respite from the life theyre forced to lead. Of course, that will only last until someone decides they need it, or him, and it’s all gone in a second – but right now, he is proud, and rightfully so.
She steps outside, and closes the car door behind her, finally looking around. She purses her lips in a low soft whistle, and shoots him an amused glance. “I should transfer to Imigration. – they clearly pay better…”
Her eyes are drawn to the path, to the ocean beyond, and she listens to the crash of the waves below them for a few moments… tension rolling through her shoulders, before sliding away again. It’s not Miami. It doesn’t even smell the same.
Lips curve into a little smirk, and she reaches back to grab her bag. A private beach. “and me without a fuckin suit…”
Carter Roth
It wasn’t Miami, not even close, the shoreline is wilder, untamed, and the air is cooler then Miami ever was at this time of the year, the shore below was rocky in some places, only a few sparse areas containing full on dunes which had been eroded naturally, or added by a previous owner in an attempt to tame the shore itself, an attempt which had obviously failed.
“Immigration pays…but not like this.” Carter says with a dry chuckle as he locked up the car and stepped over towards the house. “You could say I had quite a nest egg coming over from the service, and then from Chicago as well.” He said without explaining further as he stopped to wait for Izzy.
When she spoke of swimming, the man’s grin turned roguish and he shrugged. “Thats the thing about a private beach….its private. Last thing you have to worry about is people catching a view. You wanna swim….go right ahead.” He said with a chuckle, obviously meaning for her to just strip down and swim…wasnt like he hadnt seen it all before.
Izzy Montoya
“So now your tryin to get me naked. Agent Roth, we’ve only just arrived – you should offer a girl a drink first..” Of course, they both know she’s not just any girl, and she doesn’t have a modest bone in her body.
She slings her bag over her shoulder and joins him where he waits. “go on already – show it off…” The house, she means, of course.
Carter Roth
“The drinks are inside, wasn’t sure if youd be going there first or detouring.” He said with a chuckle.
There is a salacious look upon Carters face as he moves around the back of the house, away from the ocean and brings them up onto a patio of sorts that extended down the length of the land side of the house. It seemed that this patio had undergone some construction, old planks torn up and replaced, making the surface smooth and comfortable once more.
“Back patio, not sure if im going to do anything with it beyond whats already done, i guess its really more or less the front walk way.” He said as he moved up to the door and pulled out his key’s. They slotted in nicely and the the door swung wide, Carter motioning Izzy within.
Before them was the living room, complete with flat screen tv, and a fire place set near the large bay windows that looked out onto the ocean. To their right was a long hallway, leading down to the various bedrooms, attached to the living room was the small but functional kitchen, with newly added appliances.
“You shoulda seen the kitchen when I bought it…i swear the oven was one of the first installed when electricity came through the area.” He said as he kicked off his shoes.
Izzy Montoya
She watches him, again, more than the house. This was the man who swore he’d never settle down, he’d never grow roots, he’d be on the move forever, and here he is showing he his house, pride leaking through every word, every gesture. She takes in the house as well, of course, but the majority of her focus is on Carter, and his obvious delight in showing off the improvements he’s already made.
She slips from her shoes when he does, chuckling as she takes in the kitchen, and the living room… but the majority of her attention is on the view. She moves to the windows, her hands slipping into the pockets of her jeans, as she stares out over the ocean.
She takes a slow, even breath… and rolls the tension out of her shoulders before she turns to look at him over he shoulder. “If I didn’t know better, it looks like someone is settlin down in his old age…” Her voice is warmed with tease, a hint of mischief dancing somewhere in dark eyes.
Carter Roth
Carter watched as Izzy moved into the house, moving to take in the view beyond, which was…without question, beautiful. She tells him hes getting old, tells him hes settling down, growing roots and the man snorts, before chuckling as he stepped up beside her and gave her a quick, amiable swat on the ass.
“Yep, I’m an old fogy now. Looking to retire in my own private kingdom.” He said as he looked out over the water as well as a boat meandered slowly down the coast line.
“Real way I see it though….its good to have a base of operations, a fall back point, with the job that keeps me in the bay and surrounding area, it makes sense…that and its far enough away from all the fuckery going on with the nation that I can actually relax.”
He says as he shook his head and turned, moving towards the fridge. “Beer?” He asked. “No whiskey at the moment I’m afraid.”
Izzy Montoya
Its far enough away from the fuckery of the nation… she smirks, slightly – and perhaps a bit sadly. She doesn’t say what she’s thinking – that it’s only because they haven’t found it yet, only because they haven’t ruined it like they do everything else. For one so bitter, it’s hard to believe that she still bends over backwards whenever the Nation calls…
The same nation that did jack shit to help her, until an unknown Adren saw her and decided he couldn’t let her live like she was. She hasn’t seen him since… and only vaguely remembers anything about the whole night… other than the fact he had a flask of the finest whiskey she’d ever tasted…
She forces the thoughts away though, and nods, slightly. “Beer’ll do. For now…”
Carter Roth
“Yes Ma’am.” He says smartly with just a hit of sarcasm as he pulled open the fridge door and pulled free too beers, imports, the good stuff, Carter seemed good for that when it came to the luxuries, when he could afford them at least, Carter would never be a millionaire, but he would enjoy himself regardless.
The tops are cracked off on the kitchen counter and the man walks back towards her with one beer in each hand. When he reached her he offered one to the woman before taking a swig of his own.
“A decent little hideaway right? A good place to bring friends and the like.”
Izzy Montoya
She chuckles softly, briefly, under her breath. It’s the first he’s heard from her since he arrived at her place the night before. If one didn’t know better, they could suggest that he’s good medicine, no matter what happened before.
She remains by the window, soaking in the view, the clean fresh scent of the ocean, and finally slips the strap of her bag from her shoulder, and sets it on the floor by her feet – just in time to reach for the opened beer, and take a healthy swallow of her own…
“Not bad at all.” Then her voice warms toward teasing again.. “Now you just have to make friends…”
Carter Roth
“Shit your right, knew i was forgetting something in that whole plan…well guess its just your ass then, congrats.” He says as he takes another swig of his beer as he stepped forward and unlocked the rolling door, bending down to pull away a security bar that blocked the door from sliding at all and then pushed it open. He looked at her briefly, a smirk set upon his lips before he turned and strode out onto the top tier of the balcony, and leaned against the railing.
“Come on out Izzy, your out here now you might as well enjoy the ocean air.” He says as he turns back around, leaning back against the railing beer in hand, obviously the man had no fear of heights.
Izzy Montoya
“Lucky me.” She smirks, and watches as he unlocks the door, and then the way he leans against the railing. He knows she has some irrational fears, but heights is not one of them. She’s the one who’d climb 5 flights of stairs rather than get into an elevator, though. She smirks, and steps out to the deck, taking a deep breath, before she joins him at the railing.
She doesn’t exactly lean, but she’s not leaning away either. “Be careful – might find it addictive once the smog clears from my lungs, an’ then you’ll never get rid of me.”
Carter Roth
Carters face forms into a feigned look of worry and disgust as Izzy talks about never getting rid of her. “Crap really? Damn, well I guess I could stick you in the far bedroom, at least that way your snoring would only be at subsonic decibel levels.”
He says it without missing a beat, he does this because his and Izzy’s form of humor work together so seemlessly, both sarcastic, both caustic in their own ways born of similar starts, even if their journeys had been different.
“Seriously though.” He says looking her dead in those eyes of hers. “You need a place to stay…get the fuck outta Frisco for a few days? This place….its yours.”
Izzy Montoya
“My snoring? Please. I’m surprised they haven’t arrested your fuckin’ ass for disturbin’ the peace out here…” She doesn’t miss a beat either, and glances up at him with that same little smirk…
..until he gets serious. Her smirk falters a little, and the Izzy that would never look away first finds herself dropping her gaze, though she tries to hide it by looking out over the ocean again. She’s vulnerable in a way she’s completely uncomfortable with – and he knows he well enough to see it, which doesn’t make it easier.
Instead of answering, she simply moves closer, and lays her head against his shoulder. Accepting the offer, and the fact that she’s not as strong as she used to be, as she thought she ways – and probably needs it. She does, however, manage a moment’s normality… “You just want to see me naked.”
Carter Roth
“And if you have a problem with that you can pack your ass up and start walking.” He says managing his own smirk back as he leaned there, letting her rest her head against his shoulder, it was indeed odd, Izzy Montoya had never been the touchy feely type. Not in the sense that gentle comforts and touching were involved, if she wanted to touch you..shed touch you hard. This just made it all the more evident, all the more obvious that even if Izzy could keep up a front…it would be a while until she was herself once more..if she was ever her old self once more.
He does not shrink from her as she leans there. “But yes…seeing you naked down on my beach is something I could live with day in and day out.” He says musing over the prospect. “I’d say it would be good for my psyche, fullfilling deep seated needs and shit.”
Izzy Montoya
She chuckles, briefly, and takes a slow breath, before she straightens. Not really moving away, just lifting her head, so she can drink her beer, and not be quite as close – while still feeling his warm strength near her. IT will be a long time indeed before she’s back to her old self.. if it ever happens. And who can tell if it would be a good thing or not, either.
Aside from the fact that she hates being vulnerable. Fenrir to a fault, for sure.
“Well then.” She says, as he discusses his psyche… “Can’t have you damaged beyond repair, can we.” She smirks up at him, and pushes from the rail to head to the steps and path toward his beach…
Carter Roth
“Certainly not…” He says as he watched her smirk, smirk and then head down the balcony to the second tier, and then onward towards the beach itself. He smirks to himself at that and calls down to her.
“Hey! That beach is clothing restrictive!” He says as he starts to follow after her, catching up as he bounded the flights of stairs and coming up behind her.
He ambles down the path with her silently for a few moments, simply taking in the view, watching the waves crash on the rocks as he tried not to think of Myoko, not to think about the woman this house had meant to be shared with.
Instead he turns his attention to Izzy, watching her body language, watching how her body spoke to the world around it, he already knew it was far easier to learn such things from watching her, then asking.
“So you still going back to work on monday?” He inquired casually as they reached the halfway point down the path.
Izzy Montoya
“good. I find clothing restrictive anyfuckinway…” She smirks up at him, and keeps moving along the path. He watches her body language, knowing that to really see her is the best way to know what she’s thinking, what she’s feeling. She has let her guard down with him before, but never to this level. She isn’t hiding anything… no matter the comfort of her teasing words, her sarcasm, her typical speech… she’s taking from him what he’s offered so many times before – comfort. Even when she won’t admit she needs it.
She is a creature born and bred in cities, but she is also a creature that adapts. And here, it’s near impossible not too – its peaceful, and quiet, in a way she hasn’t known in forever. It echoes what she wants her mind to be after the assaults of the last few weeks… and she does her best to breathe it in.
No matter how much she wants to close up – and hide.
He asks if she’s going back to work on Monday, and she nods, slightly. “I have too…” And she does – if she doesn’t soon, she’s going to go out of her mind completely.
Carter Roth
“All your med leave and vaca has dried up huh?” He asks uncertain as to her reasoning for going back after what he saw last night, what he felt as she screamed into the darkness of the apartment.
The feel of her body language simply made the man smirk to himself, and he looked out over the water as they came down onto level ground, the sand hissing beneath their feet as it was pressed down and away from their shoes.
Carter seemed to follow his own rule, he set his beer down with a thud into the sand, the bottle sitting upright in the dude and stripped his coat and shirt free of his body. He tossed the clothing onto a rock pile and spread his arms wide, feeling the cool breeze whisk over his torso and he let out a pleased sigh.
“Well come on Detective, time for mother nature to give you her own physical review.”
Izzy Montoya
She nods, slightly. “Yeah. And I haven’t established myself as completely indespensible here yet.” In fact, she hadn’t been on the force locally long enough to prove herself anything other than a hard ass before her life went to complete hell. She’ll have quite a chore to rebuild what the Nation stole from her this time…
He strips down a bit, and she smirks over at him, before bending to set her beer in the sand, and peel from her shirt, her bra… and doing him one better by shimmying out of her jeans and underwear as well, leaving herself as bare as she promised she’d be on his private beach…
She bends and scoops up her beer, and stretches slowly, before she wanders toward the water, naked as the day she was born – and every day possible since…
Carter Roth
That was a sight, Carter stood and watched as Izzy walked onward, heading for the water, her body barred to the world and the sky. He enjoyed the view for several moments, soaking up the detail, the sight of her body against the backdrop of nature was a powerful sight indeed.
Fenrir might be many things to the Shadow Lords, to Carter however, they just seem to produce some of the finest women the world had to offer.
She would hear him chuckle from back up the beach, and if she were to look back, to see what the kinsman was up to she would note that he had followed suit, his own remaining clothing stripped from his body to reveal his own form naked and bare in the autumn breeze.
His own beer recovered Carter stepped along in her path, following the woman towards the water. “You got a plan now that your down here?” He calls to her.
Izzy Montoya
He watches her – she knows it, can feel it, expects it even on some level. She doesn’t turn to ‘catch’ him at it though, simply keeps walking until she can step into the water…
For a moment, he might think she intends to down herself… but she stops about knee deep, and simply lets the waves wash up over her thighs with each ebb and flow around her. She tips her head back, facing the sun, and lets the warmth wash over her.
He asks if she has a plan, and she chuckles, softly, and looks over at him finally. “Nope. You?”
Carter Roth
He’s had time to get closer since she had stopped and allowed herself to bask in the glow of the sun, she might have even sworn she heard his footsteps increase in speed for a moment when he might have thought those very thoughts, that she had intended to die here on Carter’s beach. But when she looks back at the man who stood naked behind her he seemed casual and even smirking as he strode closer.
“Nah, I figure what happens happens, who needs to have a plan when I’ve got your ass here until I decide to let you go.” He says with a teasing chuckle.
In that moment he managed to come up on an even keel to the Detective and took a long swig of his beer as he took in the sights and the feeling that bombarded him. “Though I gotta say, you still cut a damn fine figure.”
Izzy Montoya
“Sayin I needed to lose a few pounds, Agent Roth?” There’s danger in that tone, though it’s clear she’s teasing as well. She’d lost far too much weight, and hasn’t been able to put it on as quick as she should. But still, even thin, there is a strength there, a beauty in harsh lines and strong features that is undeniably Fenrir…
She smirks up at him, and then casually tosses over.. “So you just gonna stare at me all fuckin’ day, or kiss me already. I mean, I know you scared and all…”
A direct challenge. Just the way she likes it.
Carter Roth
“Just saying the detective looks damn fine in and out of uniform, unless of course, you have a problem with that.” He smirks and as she challenges him outright, saying hes scared to draw near, to take that first step the man takes the bait, closing the gap between them the beer upended as he did and drained before being tossed up onto the sand to be collected later.
“Oh yeah just terrified of the local law enforcement.” He said as one calloused hand reached out and grabbed Izzy around the wait drawing the plane of her stomach up against his, giving him the opportunity to press his lips in against her’s tasting her as flesh pressed to flesh.
Izzy Montoya
He’s just terrified.. and she smirks slightly. “Why, left my gun in the house…” And then he’s tossing his bottle, and his hands – big and rough – slide around her waist and pull her against him. She lets he own bottle dangle from her fingertips as she slides her arms around his neck, and meets his lips with her own…
Here, here there is more of her that he remembers.. the way he lean curves fit against him, the way she presses eagerly into the kiss, the way her lips part instantly to allow him to taste more than just her lips… her tongue tasting of herself, and the fine beer he’s been plying her with…
There is no hesitation – his form is a familiar one [a safe one] and she arches closer to him with a soft groan, her free hand sliding fingers into his hair, holding him against her…
Carter Roth
Comfort, that was indeed what Carter seemed to offer her, wether it be in the form of a simple touch, in the offering of shared food, or a familiar face, or the warmth of a familiar body next to, and within her. Carter offered all these things freely, and as she pressed her curves into his body his own arms pulling her close, trapping her against him, it was becoming clear as to just what it was Izzy would be seeking next.
Their tongues tangle, slipping over one another as they taste of each other, their own unique flavours mixed in with that of the beer he had fed them both, and with her holding her body next to his freely, one hand of Carters pair slipped free and began to run along her naked form, reminding the man of what he had had a long while ago.
“Ever fucked on a beach before?” He asks as they break the kiss and he starts to push her down towards the sand, one hand supporting her decent even as he uses his body to bring her down.
Izzy Montoya
“Not this beach” she quips, chuckling as he pushes her down, and she lets him, her arms tightening around his neck, holding herself against him as he supports the decent…
She kisses along his jaw, his neck, his shoulder he back falls to sunwamed sand, and she seeks his lips again – and answers the question honestly this time. “No.”
It’s clear it’s the answer to his question, and not a denial of what’s happening, as her leg lift to wrap around his, pulling him against her as she looks up at him… He knows what she wants, what she needs, and as she reaches behind her head to deposit her beer bottle out of the way, it’s clear he’s going to provide it… delightfully, as he has before…
She slides her hands along his sides, nails teasing lightly as she curls her hips against his, in clear invitation… Sex on his beach – something new, something already labeled clearly as ‘theirs’ in her mind…
Carter Roth
Sex on the beach indeed, and not in some shaddy little corner, not hidden away from view, if there was anyone watching from the sea or from the house the show would be spectacular no doubt. That in of itself was some of the thrill of what they did now, it was that added spice that made Carter harden, made his pulse race and made the whole moment seem clearer, more vivid.
Izzy needed that feeling, that blankness that came from good, hard, honest sex. It was a blankness through which only pleasure and desire penetrated, a blankness that would free her from everything else…if only for a while, and Carter, for his part, was quite happy to give it.
Hands reached between them and played with perky breasts, squeezing the swell of her breast before curling around and then pinching at the crest of her nipples. Lips leaving a warm trail down the length of her neck.
His gaze met her’s and the man couldnt help but smirk once final time as he reached up and grabbed Izzy by the hair. “By the time were through, the beach will be the only place you want to cum.” It was a silly, dirty joke….but there was intent in Carter’s gaze…and he seemed to hope to prove that.
Izzy Montoya
His hand slides into her hair, grasping, holding on, even as he smirks and tells her this will be the only place she’ll want to cum – a joke, but definitely something worth trying to prove… Her lips curve into a smirk and she pulls against his hold to capture his lips, tongue tracing the full lines before she murmurs silkenly against him…
“Bring it.”
Gaia knows the woman has cum in all sorts of places, and she welcomes the challenge he puts before her, the one he gleefully takes on, in order to help her find that soothing blankness where there is only heat, only need, only passion… where everything else disappears but sensation, and the search for ultimate release…
If anyone could watch, they would wish they had a camera.. as there is nothing hotter than two people completely lost in each other, oblivious to anyone, anything, everything aound them… There is only the heat of the sun on their skin, the burning passion that boils up between them, the slick moist depths that welcomes him, the hardness sliding between her thighs… the way he grasps and holds her, the way she clings to him…
The way they move… there is nothing else that could possibly exists but this crystalline moment in time…
Carter Roth
She tells him to bring it, and the man is given no chance to reply, no chance for any further witty banter, sweet passion and the haze of desire awaited and as Carter pressed the length of himself firmly between her thighs he could think of only two things, how damn tight she still felt, and that he had every…every intent to prove his own statement true.
He feels himself sink into her, buried deep within and he groans into her lips, the first of many noises, the firm of many grateful and pleasurable sounds the pair of them would make in the coming moments. Carter sets a rhythm, and its one that Izzy knew and loved, it was strong, and hard, the speed slow at first…and slowly, slowly building.
Hands continued to roam each others body as Carter rose up above her, gathering the leverage he needed to thrust, the sand proving challenging…but no less pleasurable.
Izzy Montoya
He sinks into her, and she trembles, meeting his groan with a soft cry of her own, the first of many he’ll pull from her before they are spent… he sets the pace, and she matches it with the curl of her hips, her hands roaming and teasing along his sides, his back, his ass, his shoulders… exploring him as he does her, all while the rhythm builds and swells… strong and hard, just as she likes it….
She arches her back, her head falling back into the sand, baring her throat to his lips and teeth as she encourages him with every cry that falls from her lips… there is nothing here, nothing but him. -and the sand she’ll be finding in places sand doesn’t belong for days to come – and the way he makes her feel…
Strong. Whole.
Wanted.
“ohfuck” and after that – there are no words… just the sounds of the purest delight, encouraging still more.. taking all that he offers, giving all of herself in return.
This is where she is most herself – everything stripped away, leaving only Izzy in the purest of forms… open and vulnerable, strong and insatiable all at once…
Carter Roth
Part of what makes Carter so enjoyable, makes him so compatible with the woman beneath him is their shared strengths, both were strong, both were fit, but more importantly, at moments such as this they both opened themselves fully. Izzy’s vulnerability and wholeness opened her up, allowed Carter to touch and cajole the woman within to greater and greater heights of pleasure, and Carter’s own tenacity and single mindedness, is like a fuel to that fire.
His hands were points of firmness, anchors to reality in the blankness, where they touched, sensation trailed with them, pinpricks of existence in the great wash of pleasure. His lips and teeth fed those pinpricks and buried them within her, causing her own pleasure to swell as he kissed her, as he groaned into her neck as she grasped his length, trying to draw it deeper and deeper still.
The speed had risen now, no fever pitch, not yet. But as their lusts grew, and their forms and thoughts melded into one being there was no other option, not other way for this moment to go. Carter rises then, rises above Izzy as he pulls one leg up over his shoulder, his groans and grunts sounding along the beach in chorus with her own.
Izzy Montoya
She holds nothing back… she allows herself to open fully and completely to him, a submission to strength that is more a compilation of equals than a request for domination… her body reacting to his easily, completely, openly… Her cries mingle with his, as he lifts her leg, and she uses it to pull him deeper, even as he hits her at new, oh so sensitive depths, Sinking her into a sea of sensation she doesn’t want to escape from, but drown completely in…
his touch is her anchor, even as each slides a new molten heat under he skin, a hand falling to the sand at her hip, digging in, clinging to a world that tilts dangerously, delightedly, as he forces her to new heights even still…
There is nothing now – nothing but his heat, his strength, and her own rising to meet him, a thrum of delight deep under her skin as she tightens around him, until she can’t hold back even if she tried, freefalling over the edge into the oblivion of total release, of sensations complete overload….
Carter Roth
Her release, her complete and total submersion within the blankness that she sought was impossible for Carter to miss, the moist, hot depths of her body pulled at him, dragged him deeper as if her body had a mind of its own, its own desires and needs, and Carter was central to that desire. In this moment it wanted him…it wanted what only he could provide.
Every attempt to pull out is met with a powerful surge of her own muscles, and Carter is once again drawn into her depths, and in the end this is to much even for him to bare. His release is not perfectly timed with hers, but in a moment of pain that burst forth into pleasure, Carter fell head long into the abyss of pleasure with Izzy, a long throaty groan escaping his lips before he fell upon her, his hips still bucking even as he strained to breath.
Drained….tired, complete….there is a perfection in this moment that is undefinable, unattainable…but it was theres regardless of these trivialities.
Izzy Montoya
He follows her into sweet, perfect oblivion, and falls against her, and she wraps her arms around him, holding him tight even as they fight to breathe, lost in the trembling aftermath of pure delight…. her fingers slide into his hair, holding his head against her shoulder, his face buried in he neck, as she trembles against him…
Drained yet complete, she slowly relaxes her hold, until she’s simply holding him instead of clinging, desperation fading away into the silence of complete contentment…
It won’t last forever, but the moment stretches, warmed under the sun, like the sand under them, the water tugging at their feet…
Finally, she chuckles, briefly… “Holyfuck I needed that…”
Carter Roth
It is as they begin to relax, as the wash of chemicals finishes their surging tides through their bodies, as their minds begin to recover from the endorphines which had held them in their yoke that Izzy would feel kisses, gentle and ghostly being laid against the nape of her neck.
When she speaks the kinsman rises, ever so slightly and shifts within her, a movement which sends a shiver up Carter’s spine and gets one gentle moan as he finally managed to meet her gaze. “You and me both.” He says as a smirk spread across his lips and slowly broke into a full on smile.
“Been tooo damn long Izzy.”
Izzy Montoya
He shifts within her, and she gasps, a sound that trails into a soft moan as he meets her gaze, finding her own clearer than it has been, the demons and nightmares pushed aside for the time being..
He smiles, and tells her it’s been too long, and she chuckles, lifting her head to capture his lips with hers…
“Don’t let it happen again.” Waiting so long, she means, clearly.
Carter Roth
“Yes Ma’am.” He says in that sharp and salacious voice as his lips are captured once more. He lets this kiss linger, enjoying the taste of her lips, the taste of her mouth, all of which seemed stronger, more heady, more potent in the after glow of their sex.
Perhaps it is meer moments that pass in that kiss, or it might well be minutes before they break the lock, seeking the air that they had been largely denying themselves, even now Carter choses to remain buried within Izzy.
“Next time I will ensure that your pants are around your ankles within the first minute of seeing you.”
Izzy Montoya
“Good.” She smirks, and relaxes beneath him, fingertips sliding along the sweatslicked skin of his back, lazy caresses, easy and relaxed as she enjoys the moments of afterglow. The nightmares will return all too quickly as it is – she’s going to take every moment of forgetfulness she can…
She looks up at him, her smirk sliding into something softer, something most people would declare a smile, if it were anyone but Detective Izzy Montoya…
“Thanks.” A soft murmur, barely heard really, under the crash of the waves around them. And it means far more than for the past hour… its for him coming back at all, for him staying with her, for him helping he forget for a while… all of the above.
Carter Roth
Izzy gifted Carter in that moment, gifted her with a softness of her features, it might have been the afterglow, it might very well have been the feeling of him, still buried within her body, but in the end…Izzy Montoya smiles and Carter, well Carter can’t help but smile back.
“Anytime.” He says with a deep drawing of breath, he seems to be considering pulling out at last, he thinks about it, and int he end…for now remains, he was comfortable, she seemed comfortable as well, there was no reason to end this, no reason to deny themselves the pleasure of their joined bodies.
“When we go back up to the house….theres something I want to try to do….it might give you another reason to thank me.” He says with a grin as he took some of his weight off of her body by spreading his elbows into the sand.
Izzy Montoya
She arches a brow slightly, when he says he wants to try something else, give her another reason to thank him. “Oh….really…” There’s not much they haven’t done – either together or with others, and the thought that there’s something else…
Because of course she thinks sexually, joined with him still as she is.. comfortable with the feeling of him inside her, his weight spread against her…
“Do tell…”
Carter Roth
Carter laughs and slowly shakes his head. “I’m sure theres something in that repitoire I can field that you haven’t done yet…especially if you’ve never done this before.” He says gesturing briefly to the sandy beach.
“But I can’t remember at the moment….did I ever tell you how I can heal people?” He inquires, wondering if he had ever shared that secret with her.
“I have…recently found out that being able to do that, allows me to do more then just heal people physically.”
Izzy Montoya
She chuckles. “It can’t be that hard to believe.. I’m a city girl.” But she nods, slightly, after a moment. “You mentioned it, briefly.”
She watches him a moment, and then she closes her eyes, and turns her head slightly… Not sure what he’ll see in her eyes if she lets him look – sudden apprehension, as well as wariness… not because it’s him, but because it may mean letting someone else into her head again…
“…how so.”
Carter Roth
“I can’t take your nightmares, or route around and try to find the cause or anything like that….but with my abilities I can…well, I can strengthen your mind. Help ease and eliminate any…problems you’ve been having. The nightmares will probably still come…but you’ll be better equipped to deal with them.”
He paused then her eyes were closed, so she could not see the momentary guilt upon his face.
“If I had known I could do this before I disappeared…I would have.”
Izzy Montoya
She stiffens, briefly beneath him.. “You think I’m weak…” There’s danger laced under her tone.. though a giant part of her knows he wants to help… a lot of her now worries more that he finds her weak, too weak to handle the lot she’s been handed…
Adara did too – and all she could do was share the pain, and offer support, support Izzy still doesn’t want to admit she needed, and still needs… “I’m not weak.”
But even in saying it a second time, she knows him well enough to know that’s not what he’s saying… even if the Fenrir in her still wants to bite at him, snap at him for daring to suggest… but even she knows, in this, she has been… and it gnaws at her… relentlessly…
Carter Roth
Carters brow raised a fraction as he realized the danger he was invoking, the chance that he could very shortly be in a great deal of pain, especially given his currently precarious position between Izzy’s legs.
She says it twice, as if it made it more real and in that moment Carter shook his head. “If you were weak you wouldn’t be alive now, you wouldn’t have fought hard and won to this point. All I wanna do Izzy, is give you some back up, a friend at your back for when you need it…just like I do now.” His voice is serious, serious like a man who understood what it was she felt, not as a fenrir…never as one of those, but as a soldier as a man who knew weakness killed you…but allies and friends…those saved you.
Izzy Montoya
She is quiet for a long moment… and he may think he’s still in for that pain, until she lifts a hand to slide her fingers along his jaw, a quest for forgiveness, maybe, without words.. thens he slides her hand around the back of his neck, nails a light caress at the hairline, before she takes a breath again…
and exhales, slowly. “Ok.”
Carter Roth
Izzy was not the sort to say she was sorry, not with words, and so the hand that slid along his jawline and then ran through his hairline was apology enough for the pain she had been thinking to inflict.
In the end she agree’s and Carter simply nods. He looked up and around them briefly, taking in the fact that they were still very much alone, that what they had done, what they would likely do again and again…was just for them at the moment.
When he finishes looking about his gaze returned to the womans eyes and he asked. “Well…do we get it over with now…or would you like to remain as we are for now?”
He gives the lady the choice….this was something she was uncomfortable with…it was her call in that.
Izzy Montoya
When his gaze reaches hers agian, she’s finally looked up to meet it, having pulld herself together again by a force of will, the same will that’s kept her relatively sane through all of this.
He gives her a choice, and something dances breifly in the depths of her gaze, before it’s gone again… she summons a little half amused smirk for him, before leaning up to capture his lips with her own.
“I’ve sand where no one should ever have sand… need to shower anyway…” Might as well give it a try, before she loses her nerve. Not that she’d ever say such a thing…
Carter Roth
She kisses him and the smirk makes him return it, a chuckle rising up into their kiss until he breaks it, licking his lips as he did so to taste her for a moment longer.
“Actually…our..proximity.” He said as his grin widened. “Makes this easier. I know its not your style…but if you could just lie still for a moment we can do this, and then I’ll personally help you clean that sand out of wherever you have it.” He says with a wink.
He doesn’t even have to move, despite the fact that he was nowhere near as hard as he was, Carter was still WITHIN Izzy, still touching her, sharing her space…it made this easier then normal.
Carter’s eyes closed as his arms closed around Izzy’s frame in a gentle embrace, and he breathed deep, letting his own life force, his own chi spread out, connect with her’s, and begin to draw away the pain, the fear, and the doubt. It was like a tingling wave that rolled over her body, and then through her…a pleasant feeling, but an odd one.
[Per+Emp WP]
Dice: 3 d10 TN6 (5, 8, 8) ( success x 3 ) [WP]
Izzy Montoya
He mentions their proximity… and that smirk returns full force as she shakes her head, slightly, lifting to nip at his shoulder briefly. She then relaxes, again. She makes a face when he says staying still isn’t her style, but then does exactly that.
He surrounds her in an embace that is suddenly way more than just physical, and she starts to stiffen, starts to react… before she forces herself to relax. She trusts him, after all. Has for a long time.. and she knows deep inside he’d never hurt her…
His touch rolls through her, sliding under her skin, through her muscles, deep into the core of her being, and syphons away the pain, fear and doubt, helping rebuild the walls that had been destroyed by the invasion on her mind, giving her back pieces of her strength, cemented with his own…
Her breath quickens… then slows, deepens, and becomes regular as she relaxes beneathe him…
Carter Roth
The feeling of Carter slowly leaves her, drawing slowly outward back to the barest edges of her psyche, of her life force until at last, she can feel him no longer. The man who lay above her grinned like a cocky fiend when she saw how she was reacting, how she was feeling and managed to say. “Don’t worry..thats the last time I ask you to lie still.”
There is power in the gift that Carter can give, power in the strength it returned to the mind, and the salve that it brought to the wounded body. But what is taken…must be felt, and as Izzy begins to relax, begins to feel renewed, rejuvenated even, Carter rolls free of her curling into a ball as he starts to hack and cough like a chain smoker on his last breath of air.
Izzy Montoya
He’s grinning like a cocky bastard, and she smirks up at him, and shakes her head. “Liar.”
But then he’s rolling off her, and away, and starts hacking and coughing… Her brow creases in concern, and she sits up and reaches for him, worry clear in her voice… “Carter?”
Carter Roth
She reaches for him, and he doesn’t stop her, his arms are wrapped around his own torso as his body is wracked by what he had brought into himself, without his clothing on what happens next might be unsettling, might be downright freaky to Izzy for all her strength, all her courage.
A bruise, purple and livid spreads from the core of Carter’s back outward and over the entirety of his back, on down to the top of his buttock and halfway down his arms. When the coughing reaches a pitch, and the man rolls over the bruise is upon his torso and chest as well. “I’ll…..” Carter sputters. “I’ll be fine.”
He says, and a few seconds later the hacking and coughing truly do subside, leaving the man lying upon his back bruised, tired, and with a very sore throat.
Izzy Montoya
She… stares. She’s seen some weird things before, but she’s never seen anything like this, as she watches the bruise flow lividly over his skin, and she lifts her hands, afraid she had done it…
…knowing she’d done it.. but unsure exactly how.
He says he’ll be fine, and she snots, disbelievingly… and she reaches fo him again, sliding her fingers over his skin, frown deeply creasing her brow… “…what the fuck?”
Carter Roth
Carter laughs horsely as he reached up to mop sweat that had freshly appeared upon his brow. He found her reaction to be entirely too much like Izzy, far to entertaining in the fact and he looked at her and shook his head.
“Everything I take out of someone else…goes into me.” He says patting his chest with his other hand. “Not permanently or anything…it just becomes…well…damage, physical trauma. That…that was a first though.” He says with a slow nod as he licked his lips. “Never done that precise version of what I did….how do you feel?”
He asks as he slowly pushes himself into a seated position, a light groan escaping his lips as his bruised body voices its displeasure with its master.
Izzy Montoya
She just blinks at him… and then reaches out and smacks him on the shoulder, only to wince and mutter a “….sorry” immediately after… then “Don’t you ever do that to me again! Jesus…” Not because of how she feels, but because of what it did to him…
He pushes himself to sit, and she shakes her head. “Lemme help you inside…” Even as she still stares at the bruising… “As if I needed any more fuckin proof I’m a danger to anyone who gets close…” It’s said almost with amusement, though, as she reches to help him stand..
Carter Roth
Carter chuckles and he shakes his head. “Fuck that, that was just worth the look on your face just then.” He says it as he accepts her aid to help him stand, pulling himself into an upright position.
A moment later the man is stretching slowly, bending over carefully, tilting his torso from side to side as he sought to stretch out the now sore skin and muscles of his body.
“You didn’t answer my question.” He says as he stands straight, his stretches done with as he turns slowly towards her. “How…do you feel?”
Izzy Montoya
She shakes her head, and threatens to smack him again, but she doesn’t, instead letting him stretch and turn and explore the sore skin and muscles. ONly when he asks again does she blink, and actually think about the question…
Her brow furrows, slightly, and she runs her finges back through her hair, holding it at the base of her neck for a moment, before she shakes her head, slightly…
“Better… I think.” It’s been so long since she’s been better, it’s hard to be hopeful, hard to tell… but there’s a strength in her gaze that wasn’t there before, lending truth to her words.
Carter Roth
Its not the words that make the man before her smile, it is the look in her eyes, the fire and brimstone that exist once more in Izzy Montoya’s gaze that lets him know shes right, let him know the main he feels now is worth it. “Probably the bet a rank amateur like me could hope for…I’ll take it.” He says with a tired chuckle as he waves her forward.
“Come on…I promised to help get that sand out of ya…I know I don’t want to disappoint.” He waggles his brows, knowing full well some of the places he would have to help her clean….one might almost think it had been part of his cunning strategy all along.
Izzy Montoya
She smirks slightly. “You’d better not, or I’ll fuckin’ beat your ass up. Again.” The retort is the most Izzy like thing she’s said yet, though the worry is still in her eyes as she turns and heads toward the house with him.
Of course it was all part of his cunning plan, but she certainly isn’t going to tun him down – and not just because he he fucks like a dream, but because he came back to help her when no one else had.
And he fucks like a dream.
Izzy Montoya
[Fade!]