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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"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.

It doesn't even occur to Derek that she might not be able to feel what he's doing. Even as his fingers curl into one cup of her bra to pull it down to bare one breast, even as his lips, teeth and tongue tease at the exposed nipple, it doesn't occur to him. He does like breasts on a woman and hers are large and beautiful. HE can't help but pay them the proper respect.

His other palm continues to massage over her skirt until he slips his hand beneath the material. He thinks about what he knows feels good for him. His hand glides over her cock and his thumb presses into and teases at the head.

HE gets another one of those little mewls. Venus watches and feels it all and he may be out of his gourd more than a little, but he is sexy as hell. Venus reaches back to unzip her skirt and she starts to urge it down. "You gonna come inside me, lover?" she all but purrs. "Gonna let me feel all of you?"

"I'm gonna give it to you inside, outside and all over, baby." Derek is getting more than a little worked up. He might have already been there awhile back, hard as he is now, but he was starting to lose any semblance of composure over that desire.

His fingers curl into the material of her skirt and help her with slipping it off. "You want me, right? I want you to want me."

"Mm-hmm."

Venus lies back on Derek's bed, lifting her hips to wriggle out of her skirt and panties.

And with that, there Venus is, muse to the freaks, gorgeous inside and out even if her body might be more than a little confusing. She stretches, giving Derek a little smile. "I want you, baby."

Derek has to pause here, just a little bit, to marvel at what she had said was true, what he knew was true, and yet what he'd had to see with his own eyes to fully believe. To him, right now, she is the most beautiful creature he has ever seen. She's perfect.

He's going to have to teach himself how to navigate perfection.

One palm slides up the inside of one of her thighs until he cups her sac, feeling the weight of it, and then smooths further up long the length of her cock. "Do you even know how beautiful you are?"

And this is where he dives into the deep end. He leans in, licking his way up where his hand had just been and taking her into his mouth as if it were the most natural thing to him. Large, strong hands grip at her tiny waist and tug, pulling her ass closer to the edge of the bed so that he can suck and touch and feel and reach every bit of her.

Well, suffice to say that when they started in on this adventure, Venus had not expected this. She lets her head fall back and she groans wantonly, hands gripping the bedcoverings and tugging because it feels just so blessedly good.

She would not have pegged him as one who would so easily use his mouth on another erection. "Sugar, your mouth is a thing of beauty."

It wasn't something he would normally have done. But right now, oh how he wanted Venus. Everything about her was beautiful to him. He was going to have to ask himself a lot of questions when he was in his right mind. But right now, there was nothing he wanted more. He was sure he would die if he didn't taste her, feel her, love her... and make her love him.

His mouth continued to work her, sucking and humming a deep resonant vibration around her length. Derek Morgan had one of those deep voices meant for sex. His timbre just naturally went there. And at his core, something that couldn't be touched by any magical thing, he did think this was hot, thoroughly aroused in his jeans.

One more long lick of his tongue and crawled on top of her. "You're a thing of beauty." His lips found hers and he ground his hips down, their combined arousal grinding together. He wanted her to know how turned on he was, how she was affecting him, that it was real.

That is important in the grand scheme of thing. Venus had worked a good many men through a good many 'lacksidaisical' non-erections, but this seemed to be quite real.

Reaching down, she pulls those jeans open, slipping a hand (carefully because of nails) in to tease along his length; she groans at the feel of him, it's true, hot and hard and nice and long. "Damn, honey. You're telling me this is all for me?"

"All for you, pretty girl." He said, nipping at her lips as he ground his erection into her palm. Yes, he wanted her to know that she had done that to him. She had come into his world and made him absolutely mad with desire. He wanted her to want him as much as he wanted her. He wanted her to feel him inside.

And with that thought he knew what he would have to do. "I'm gonna fill you up, baby." He says against her lips, another kiss, and then he's stretching across the bed to the bed stand to grab a tube of lube.

That the boy has lube is another clue, see. Boys don't have that unless they're interested in something other than missionary in Venus's experience.

But she lies there, letting her hair fan out under her, her breasts heaving as she breathes, her cock hard. She lifts a leg; she's waxed pretty much everywhere. "You ever opened up someone's nethers, lover? Need me to give you a head-start?"

Derek would be an absolute liar if he said he didn't like to experiment and have fun. He had a few toys tucked away for that because he wasn't exactly rolling around in the sex department here like he sometimes did back home when he had time outside of work.

"You gonna run if I say I have?" Of course that was with other women he had convinced to play like that before. Now he's completely focused on Venus.

He comes back and pops open the lube, smoothing it between his fingertips. He helps her keep her leg lifted and reaches down to smooth the lube in the crease over and around that tight hole. His eyes, intense with desire, are on her. "I wanna do it all myself, baby. You just lay back and feel good." With that, he pushes one, then two fingers inside.

"I haven't run yet, have I? I'm hardly in a position to start now."

Letting her eyes roll back in her head, Venus makes a show of moaning, of letting her arms stretch out over her head. She doesn't touch her erection; she doesn't need to.

If she finds out about the sex toys, she'll be happy to play with those too. There are few toys that she doesn't know something about.

No, she wasn't really in a position to run now. But Derek would like to think that he would still let her if she wanted to. And as much as he liked to think he would let her, deep down, he wasn't so sure. Right now having her here beneath him was the most important thing. He was obsessed over it, literally, in every sense, to the point that it was frightening.

His fingers continued to work her, adding a third to spread her open even more. The lube made the task slick and easy. She was tight, but not overtly so that he felt the need to stretch her even more. And the sight of that hard length against her stomach, something about it thrilled him deep down to his core.

"Damn... I want you." His voice was low, a deep huskiness that only came from an intense arousal. He couldn't wait. Even if he should, he couldn't. He hands gripped her thigh and pulled one leg up over his shoulder as he positioned himself just right. The head of his cock, thick and heavy, replaced his fingers and started to push in.

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