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

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{criminal minds: derek morgan

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," 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."

For a moment, Venus tries to get away, to get her breath.

But he's a good kisser, she will readily admit it. And maybe for a moment, she lets his abject (insane) certainty convince her that this is something real.

She throws an arm around him and deepens the kiss, letting her mouth fall open as she licks her tongue against his.

It doesn't even register to him that she was trying to get away from him. Because if it had, he would have backed off. Or he likes to think he would have. In his right mind, definitely. Right now, maybe not.

All he knows is that right now her kiss is like the air he needs to breath. It's everything. It's all-consuming. So much so that he almost misses it when the elevator opens on the fourth floor. The doors are already starting to close when he reaches back to press the button to open them again.

He takes Venus's hand and tugs lightly. "Come on, baby. I need you."

The moment of truth is only just a few minutes away now. "I'll take care of you, darlin'," she tells him. If they are given a chance to do that.

She follows a pace behind, her hand in his.

At his apartment, he unlocks the door and holds it open for her, following her inside. Yeah, the moment of truth is so very close. Derek's loft is very much a bachelor pad, nothing much to it with a bedroom and bathroom up on the second floor.

He closes the door and locks it, then turns to her. "You belong here, you know. With me."

"Well, this is certainly nice," Venus says, looking around. "There wasn't much like this in Charming. At least to the clientele I found myself catering to," she says with wry smile. "I don't know about belonging here, darlin', but I will enjoy my time when I am here."

"Charming. That where you're from? Charming where?" Derek asks, reaching for her hand again and lacing their fingers together. He steps in close again, his fingers brushing her hair back, gliding over her cheek and down the side of her neck, then lower to the neckline of her top.

Looking around a bit more before her eyes settle back on him, "Charming, California," she explains with a small smile. "Just outside of Oakland, darlin'. Have you heard of it?"

"Been to that state lots of times but I haven't heard of Charming. But thee's a few songs about California girls and now I know what they're talkin' about." He'd even been to Oakland. But each time he'd been there he had barely had time for anything but work. Itinere, it was forcing him to use those vacation days he had piled up that he never used.

His index finger hooks into the neckline of her top and tugs down enough to reveal cleavage. Derek grins and looks from there up to her. "Come upstairs with me?"

"You are a forward, forward man," Venus says, though clearly, she's used to it and her cleavage is more than ample enough to swallow up his own little finger.

"Lead the way," she says, voice going lower, her hips swaying.

"Can't help that I want you so bad. Stop bein' so damn gorgeous and maybe I'll quit bein' so forward." He says around a grin and a playful waggle of his eyebrows.

Derek kisses the corner of her lips and then pulls back and starts up the stairs. Halfway up he stops to steal another kiss and then on the second floor loft he steals another one. He moves them closer to the bed and Derek pushes fully kisses her then, lips parted and kissing deeper, tongue plunging into her mouth as he tries to bare more skin, smoothing her top off one shoulder and dipping his head to kiss the skin there next.

He was an attractive (albeit unhinged) man, so it did not take much for Venus to get into the events of the evening. Between them, she undid the buttons of her blouse, letting it fall open to reveal a longline bra, holding her breasts in place. Her head tilted to the side to give him access; her eyes falling nearly shut.

Of course, from the waist up, she was a woman. It was below the belt that her masculinity asserted itself.

Once he wasn't obsessing over Venus, he would be a little less unhinged. The problem was, that Derek's specialty was profiling crimes of obsession. And while the team had always joked about there being a thin line between them and the criminals they chased, there was some amount of truth to it. Derek knew obsession. He was closely aligned with it. And with no way to control it, he gave into it so easily.

With her top gone, Derek lifts his tee over his head and drops it to the floor on top of her blouse. He has a few tattoos, a lion on one bicep and the initials 'DM' on the other. Across his shoulder blades are the words 'Carpe Diem' and along his lower back is the word 'Freedom'. When he lowers his sweatpants, one shin has spiderwebs tattooed on it. In the middle of the spider web is a yin and yang symbol. On top of his left foot is a series of numbers. All of his tattoos give insight into his character, his true character.

He steps out of his sweatpants, leaving him in just a pair of boxer briefs. Derek is fit. He obviously works out and takes care of himself. He comes in close to her again and kisses Venus. "Venus... who outshines the sun." He speaks against her lips as one strong hand moves down to cup her breast, to feel the weight of it in his palm.

Venus has no tattoos and her breasts - magnificent as they are - are entirely man-made. They offer little sensation for her, but she does like the reactions they garner.

And Derek, well. "You have used your body as a canvas, have you not?" she asks, touching what she can. She would like a little more time to take all of him in, pun intended, but perhaps that will come later.

So, instead, she skates her knuckles down his abs, over the waistband of those boxers and lower, even as she steps out of her heels, bringing them just a smidge closer to being the same height. Her hand cups what she finds there and yes, Venus purrs as she palms over his erection.

Her comment could be true in so many respects. Every bit of Derek's ink was something intimate to him. But even more than that, the way he had sculpted himself into something big and strong and unbreakable... he wasn't just a muscle head. Even that sculpting had a certain amount of deliberation to it, a reason for being so.

"I guess I have... just like you." Because if it was true that she wasn't a dream girl as she had said, then she had done some canvas work of her own.

Her hand finds his erection hard and warm inside his briefs. Derek turns her, walking her back toward the bed. "I'm gonna make you feel so good, baby. Just lay back and let me do my thing."

Well, it isn't going to be quite that ... well, straightforward. But, wearing an amused little smile, Venus sits on the edge of the bed and runs her toes along his calf. There is an erection tucked under her pencil skirt, too. "You do your thing, handsome, and then I'll do mine."

Getting to one knee, Derek's hands slide up her thighs, slowly inching Venus's skirt up. He kisses her stomach and then higher to bury his face in her cleavage. He looks up at her when his palm touches an arousal he had only half expected. No, this wasn't going to be quite so straight-forward. Derek wants so badly to make her feel good. But he's going to have to re-wire his mind on how to do so.

Venus is both male and female.

Derek seems to recover after his pause and turns his head to scrape his teeth against the round of one breast while one strong palm starts to massage the bulge through the material of her skirt. "I can tell you want me too."

Unable to bite back the low moan that he earns from his touch, Venus bites down on her lower lip and nods. She does want him. And so far, he hasn't run or worse, punched her. She cups a hand around the back of his head, arching her back to get closer to him. While she can't feel a whole lot of what he does, he looks so very good. She even utters a kitten-y moan.

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