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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"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.

Fingers tapping at Derek's chin, Venus shakes her head. That isn't a no; it's a thoughtful gesture, because she knows better.

"And when you take me home," she whispers. "And you undress me and you see that below the waist, I am a man ... what then, Derek?" she asks, her eyes searching his. "Is that when you decide that this is a terrible idea? Or shall we agree that this is just that now, and we both go our separate ways imagining 'what if'?"

Somewhere in the back of his mind Derek knows that he has fallen way too hard way too fast for Venus. His specialty have always been crimes of obsession. And what he's feeling now, well if it's not full into the deep end of obsession, it's borderline. And he can't see past that.

He wants her.

"I don't care." He says with a fervent shake of his head. "There's nothing terrible about how I feel about you." And if there is something Derek is good at, it's at being convincing when he needs to be, because that too is a part of his work at home. It might be wrong to employ a few psychological tricks to get Venus to be his. But he's beyond caring about that right now.

"So I might need a little instruction. You can help me with that." See how he pretended not to know what he's doing? Well... Derek knows what he's doing. Give her whatever control she needs. Then take what control he needs when the time comes. "There's only good can come of this. You feel it, right?"

No, she doesn't feel that, in all honesty. This is just crazy. She should walk away, clear her head. Because as pathetic as it may seem, she would like someone wanting her so fervently.

Even if she's lonely, she needs her dignity. Bad things can come from this, she knows. After all, this isn't the first time someone's been a little caught up in her exotic nature.

So, for a long time, she looks at him. She might not be trained, but she knows when something's not quite right. "I have a rifle and I know how to use it," she finally says. Just in case he tips on over the edge; a warning and a last attempt to salvage her self-worth. "Where do you live?" Because yes, they're going to do this.

While she looks at him and deliberates, he is as patient as he can possibly be. His fingertips glide up and down her arm from wrist to elbow while he waits. But when she mentions the rifle, his lips curl into an amused and pleased grin.

"The apartments. Wanna go there now, gorgeous?" He asks, already holding her hand as he steps backwards down the sidewalk toward the apartments.

"What," she replies with tired amusement, "you aren't even going to buy me dinner?" Even as she's already being pulled, already walking. Really, he is a very good looking man. She could, she knows, do so much worse.

At least she won't have far to go when she inevitably has to leave.

"How about I make you breakfast in the morning?" Breakfast is one of the things he's good at making. Yes, that also implies she'll still be there in the morning. Derek tosses her a grin as they walk to the end of the block and toward the apartment.

"Would you like that?" He asks.

Coming to a stop evn while tugged, Venus just looks at him. "Are you sure you haven't lost your mind?" she asks, because that's not that uncommon either. "Or did you never have it? Be honest, darlin'."

Derek stops with her, turning back to stand in front of her. He grins a flirty grin at her and shakes his head. "Baby I haven't lost anything. I'm all here and I'm bein' completely honest with you. Be mine."

All Venus can do is shake her head. "All right. Just know that I usually charge a lot more for what you're going to get for free, so this breakfast better be quite good."

"Charge?" Derek arches a brow and shakes his head. The way he saw it she was going to be his. So there was no reason for her to be with anyone else after this.

He starts walking again. "I'd do whatever it took to have you. I'm gonna make you every kind of happy, sweetness."

At the apartment building he opens the door for her, letting her go in ahead of him. Then pushes the button on the elevator. Again, he waits for her to go in first. "After you, pretty girl."

Well, if she was going to be all his, she would need another vocation.

Walking as directed, she steps into the elevator, and leans back against the wall to watch him. "Do you always come on so strong?" she asked.

Derek follows her in and presses the number four. Then he moves closer to her when the doors slide shut. His hands go to her waist and he presses against her, lips finding hers again. Another brush of his lips and a kiss.

"Only when I know what I want." His nuzzles against her, tongue gliding over her lips to garner another kiss from her. "And I definitely know what I want."

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