itinere | open | birds flying high, you know how I feel

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open | birds flying high, you know how I feel

No more snow means the city of Itinere has come to life. It's kind of a relief after the perpetual snow that never went away, that never changed or melted or looked anything but perfect. After awhile, perfection became a worrisome thing. He was glad it was Springtime, or that it seemed to be Springtime. It just added more life to everyone and everything. Itinere had needed this.

Derek, in one of the better moods that he's been in in awhile, has gathered a bunch of roses to take to all the employees of the rec center he owns and runs. He walks around the building passing them out to each and every employee with a little added flirtation and a charming smile that he's all too adept in giving. His friends used to say how unfair his smile was in that it was almost too charming. He would counter with the fact that he got it from his mom, nothing to be done about that.

He even keeps one of the roses for himself before he gets to his work for the day. He takes it to his office area and lays it on his desk before checking the schedule of classes for the day on his laptop. Quickly, he changes into some sweatpants and a tank top and then goes out into the main area to see if anyone needs any help with their work outs or classes or in setting anything up.

Yep. This is bound to be a good day.

ooc: Derek, having touched so many roses, is going to be affected. He may or may not feel the affects of them with others. Just let me know if you're open to it. There's a description of the rec center HERE. And if you want to plot something heavy, I have a comment HERE.

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"Derek Morgan." He offers, grin still in tact. "I answer to both names, whichever you like best, beautiful." Usually his family called him Derek and his friends called him Morgan. But the lines between that had become more and more blurred lately. Family and friend were often one and the same anymore.

Derek reaches for her hand and gives it a small squeeze. "I already know your name. I'd have to fall asleep to remember it though since you're my dream girl." He is a master at flirtation, Venus. Watch out. "So how about a reminder?"

It's ... why it's nearly overwhelming, really. And veering precious close to the bullshit line, but Venus won't call it just yet. She is no one's dream girl, after all (well, except Tig and it's best not to think too hard on him just in this moment). "Are you always so forward, darlin'? Or is it just me."

It is precariously close to the bullshit line. But Derek is like that, sweet as Sunday morning if just by nature of being Derek. Part of it is a mask. Part of it is just Derek. He likes making people feel good about themselves. Right now though, he's very cursed. That makes all those normally more muted qualities in his character exaggerated tenfold.

"If by forward you mean charming, yeah." He tells her, still holding her hand. Normally he might have let go by now. But there's not a whole lot that's normal about right now. "I'm good with everything bein' about you right now though. How do you feel about that? A world revolving around you."

With a gentle, though amused, smile, Venus pats his hand as she extricates hers. "I that is far too fantastical for me to ponder, darlin'. I am not the type who has the world revolve around her, and that's all right," she is quick to add. "It sure is nice what you're sayin', though. Why ... any girl would be thrilled to hear it."

And Venus, after all, isn't just any girl.

"Oh, but every pretty girl deserves to have the world revolve around them every once in awhile." Derek's gaze has drifted down to their hands where his had been holding onto hers. He really doesn't like that her hand isn't there anymore, in his. His smile wanes a bit at the realization.

"You haven't told me your name, dream girl." He says.

If Venus is Derek's dream girl, this conversation is about to get a whole lot more interesting.

"I'm Venus, darlin'," she tells him. "Venus Van Dam. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"Who needs the moon when you've got Venus?" He tells her, grin spreading on his lips again. Don't ask him how he knows Venus is the brightest planet in the night sky aside from the moon, but he does. Derek has a lot of useless knowledge.

"Good to meet you too. Definitely made my whole day." His hand instinctively reaches for hers, wanting more contact. He just needs to touch. "You new in town?"

Squeezing his hand again, Venus has her head cocked as she looked at him. "Define 'new,'" she says with a smile and a one-shouldered shrug. "I've been here nearly two weeks, I suppose. And you?"

"You mean I could've been your welcome wagon for two whole weeks and I missed out?" He asks, shaking his head as he genuinely seems to feel like he's missed out on two weeks where he could have been with Venus.

Derek steps closer, reaching up to brush some of her hair back with his free hand. "I've been here awhile... over... eight months now. Damn if you aren't every kind of beautiful."

Looking more baffled, Venus still smiles. She covers one of his hands with hers. "Mr. Derek Morgan. I am feeling confident enough to say that I have never met anyone like you."

"Good. I like bein' one of a kind." He says, his grin turning into a smile that's softer around the edges. "I think it's pretty safe to say that you're one of a kind too."

He leans in, lips brushing lightly over her cheek. He really wants to kiss her and is showing great restraint in not doing so just yet "Maybe that means we should stick together."

"Just - whoa, there, cowboy," Venus says, taking a step away. "You don't hardly know me. And I am very much a romantic, enjoying reading about just this sort of thing, or seeing it on the big ole silver screen. But this ... well, are you sure you know what you're doin'?"

"What do I really need to know when there's this between us." Derek asks, following that step away with a step forward. "As long as we're stuck here, there's time to learn everything about each other."

Normally Derek would have moved much, much slower. Not that he wasn't a flirt. He wouldn't deny that he was a flirt. But his flirtation was more about making other people feel good. It was also about hiding who he was underneath that macho veneer.

"I'm standin' right her talking to my dream girl Venus. And sweetheart, you shine brighter than the moon." He itches to reach out to her again. But doesn't just yet. "You tellin' me you're not attracted to me too? You don't feel anything?"

"Derek?"

Venus's voice turns much much more firm and she's got her 'don't mess with me' face on. "Derek, darlin'. I think you are very handsome - very sexy. "But I am nobody's dream girl, trust me on that. I will go into more detail on that if you insist, but no one hits on someone like me nearly as hard as you are hitting on me, darlin'. It's just not done. Do you understand what I'm saying to you?"

"Who made you think you couldn't be anyone's dream girl?" He asks, brow furrowed as he shakes his head. It didn't seem fair, for someone so pretty and so sweet to think that she couldn't be. Yes, he just looked right through that 'don't mess with me' face. Love will do that.

And damn if he didn't feel like he was in love.

"I could make you feel so good. I could make you believe, Venus... that you could be someone's dream girl." He says. "That you could be mine."

Edited (sheesh. spelling.) 2015-03-25 00:16 (UTC)

"Derek."

Venus's hands - large and strong - cradle Derek's face. "I am no one's girl. Don't you see that, darlin'? God had a plan for me and it did not involve my having the body of a woman."

Ah she's touching him. He exhales a heady breath and his eyes dip halfway closed. The realization her words bring on is a startling one. No, he had not seen that. And did it matter, really? When he felt this good with her touch?

"Seems you and God get along better than I have with Him in a long time." Not that he didn't believe. Not that he didn't have faith that God had a plan. Derek had both of those things. He just didn't like or agree with said plan a lot of the time.

His hands grip her waist, pulling her closer. "So how about I just call you a dream?" Because he had never been confronted with wanting someone who wasn't a woman before. Dream guy? Did that work? Derek, who was usually so sure of himself and put out an air of confidence whether it was true confidence or not, was suddenly a little unsure of himself. All he knew was that he wanted Venus more than he had wanted anything in a long time.

Yes. That's what Venus thought. She would be forgiven, wouldn't she, if her heart fell just that little bit, despite her desire to be as prepared as she could be for that inevitable disappointment? OF course it was too good to be true. Of course she isn't anyone's dream girl.

Yes, her face fell even as she took that necessary step forward so that she didn't lose her footing. "You can call me whatever want, darlin'," she said, voice quiet. She just didn't want to be anything but honest. She had gotten beaten and worse for much less.

Letting her thumb paint small circles over Derek's cheeks just for a moment, before letting go.

He leans his cheek into that touch just for a moment before it's gone. And h how he wants it back. Derek is still holding her waist.

"Venus." He says her name. "You aren't gonna let me kiss you?"

Well, knock Venus over with a feather. This is Venus blinking at Derek now. And yes, her heart does a little pitter-pat as silly as that is. Really, she shouldn't care. She should move way, because this while thing is just a bit this side of crazy.

So, that's why she says, "have you ever kissed a man, Derek?"

That is a loaded question. Derek shakes his head anyway after a slight hesitation. Because no, he hadn't ever kissed a man in the way he would have defined the title. And that had been so long ago.

"I'd think the mechanics are the same though." He says, a grin starting to play at the corners of his lips again. Will she let him kiss her? He's very near holding his breath with the idea of it.

That cockiness is slowly seeping back into him, that self assuredness that Derek wears like a second skin. His look is mischievous now, playful and flirty. "You know you wanna be my first. I can tell."

"You are trouble. I can tell that a mile away. How many times have you been slapped. Should I ask that?" Venus brings up a manicured finger to tap his nose.

She shouldn't want this. Really, she shouldn't. But she's stuck here and she isn't a quitter.

"One kiss," she agrees. "And that's it."

"Never by someone I wanna kiss...more than once." He says with absolute honesty. Derek might seem like a player, but underneath it all he's a gentleman. Being raised by three women will always teach a man to treat a woman right.

"Kiss number one. Got it." He teases with a nod.

He lifts one hand to gently cup the side of her face and finally brushes his lips against hers. Finally. A kiss, slow and sweet so as to milk it for what she's willing to give him, so as to entice more.

Well.

This is one of the nicest kisses Venus has ever gotten.

Despite her better judgment, Venus closes her eyes and leans into the kiss. Yes, she lets it linger. Maybe she deserves this little bit of kindness.

After all, it isn't as if a prostitute - especially one like her - is treated kindly.

Derek would treat her kindly. He would vow that right here and now. The kiss breaks and he only pauses a moment before he whispers "Kiss number two..." then his lips are on hers again, this kiss a little more heady. His tongue slips between her lips and he's left wanting more.

"Be mine." Oh how he wants that.

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