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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"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.

"Wait now - " A manicured hand rested right in the middle of his chiseled chest before he could go any further. "Honey, this isn't gonna happen without a raincoat for your mighty member. It isn't personal because you most definitely have a beautiful cock. It's just the rules of the game these days."

"But I wanna feel you, gorgeous. Inside and out." And he's pretty sure he can convince her as he starts rocking his length between her ass cheeks along the slick he put there. "Come on, baby. Say yes."

Truth be told, in his right mind that would have been one of his first considerations. Right now, he's obsessed. He wants nothing between them. He'll just take a little convincing.

"No." As much as Venus wants that nice big cock inside her, there are some lines she doesn't much like to dance along; she adds a knee to the hand in his chest. "Lover. No. I bet a stud like you has a hundred or so sittin' around. You just break one of those open and we'll get this party started."

No. Something about that one word, single and alone with nothing else, slices through whatever need he has for having her immediately. There is still that sane part of Derek that can understand that. His chest heaves as he tries to draw deep breaths to steady himself. He looks down into her eyes, some of that mad desire draining from his eyes to show the soft vulnerability underneath.

Vulnerable, because for a brief second his mind got mixed up and he thought she was telling him no completely. Vulnerable, because some of who he really is was trying to push through whatever had overtaken him. Vulnerable, because the muscles, cockiness, and tough guy routine is, bottom line, an armor that's meant to keep people away, to ward people off from messing with or trying to hurt him. It's a persona he uses to keep himself safe from who and what he had once been.

It's only there for a moment, brief but weighty. And then he turns away and reaches to the same drawer he had gotten the lube from. When he comes back with a small foil packet, that cocky grin is back in place, armor repaired. He can still have her. He just has to do this.

He opens the packet and rolls it on. "I like it that you called me lover. Do it again."

"All right, lover," Venus says, grin coming back. She's very glad, you see, that she didn't have to take on his muscles if push quite literally came to shove. She even takes that little foil packet and rips it open, pulling out the latex disk. "Here," she purrs. "Let me." And she starts to roll it on.

That little moment back there? Well, it's probably best for the moment that they let it pass without notice, because it's been Venus's experience that taking note of a masculine man's more sensitive side in situations like these is a good way of getting herself in some trouble.

"There. Now may enter." She lies back again, knees up and spread, laying herself open for Derek.

Derek is so startled and thrown off by the moment, that it's very easy for her to take the foil from his momentarily fumbling hands. He watches her open it and roll the condom on his cock. It's hot. She's gorgeous. She's perfect. He wants her.

Once she's lying back again, he reaches out to grip her hips and pull her to the edge of the bed. His length once again rubs between her cheeks. The head teasing to occasionally press against the tight hole.

"Just so you know, I have plenty of these for doing this more than once." He pushes in, just the head, slowly rocking his hips for more, deeper, just more.

"Hnngh - " Venus spreads her legs wider. "Good." As he pushes deeper each time, her cock jumps. "Go nice and slow, lover. Because you are big and thick and I want to feel all of you." She slids her hands down over her breasts, fondling them for his arousal.

Venus is far from perfect, but that's a discussion for another day, too.

He barely even notices her topping him from the bottom as the feeling of entering her overwhelms him. He does as she says though, a slow and sensual rocking of his hips that inches him in further and further. Perfection. The way he sees it, this is perfection.

He wanted her so badly. His heart is full of love, his soul full of obsession and his mind full of ownership. She's his.

"You feel..." How could he even describe it? Tighter than anything he had ever felt before.

"I know, baby," Venus all but coos, canting her hips so that he hits her just right deep inside. Taking his hand, she kisses his palm, then guides it to her cock. "You feel good inside me, too." Silken steel that sends shivers of pleasure up her body.

The sound of Venus's voice, the tenor of it, goes straight through him. Derek wants her approval so badly. He wants her to want him as much as he wants her. He wants her to love him. He wants her. He wants.

His hips continue to rock slow and easy, deeper and deeper until he's buried, thick and long inside of her. She's tight around him, like a glove a few sizes too small. It's heaven. He stays there for a few moments, letting her feel how aroused he is inside her, giving himself a chance to feel her surround him.

And that hand she took, it's placed against her cock and he wraps his fingers around, still semi slick with the lube he had worked her open with. He just holds her there, while he's still inside of her. He grins at her, cocky and sexy and full of love. Then when he starts moving again, a slow pull out and push in, his hand moves too.

He's beautiful; Venus is one who appreciates beauty.

She also appreciates a good cock and a man who knows how to use it.

When he goes still, she wriggles just a little, clenching around him with a small smile.

Ah, but when he starts to move? She moans, head back. She pulls his knees farther up Derek's hips, so that he can get even deeper. "Oh," she moans. And it's not pretending. It feels good.

And Derek knows how to use it. Granted, he usually used it with different plumbing, but he felt like he could get the hang of this. Venus could instruct him if he wasn't getting it right. And maybe that was what all of her little adjustments were, to make sure he was getting his long cock to the right spot.

Slowly he starts to speed up, thrust by thrust, faster and faster, until skin slaps against skin, smooth and easy, slow pull and hard thrust. Yeah... this feels good. And from the hardness of her dick in his hands, he knows she feels good too.

Oh, she does. When he sets that rhythm up, when it starts to jar her just right, rasping over that place deep inside Venus, she has no inhibitions of showing it, moaning, acrylic nails rasping down Derek's back.

"Oh, mmmhmmm, sugar. Mmmhmm. Oh, yeah." It's almost enough to make her forget about Alexander; the tendrils of pleasure that wrap around her mind and tell her that Derek really means it when seems to really want her, really want to please her.

"You're gonna make me come," she tells him, eyes closing, back arching.

Those nails down his back do everything to spur him on, they scratch and sting in all the right ways. Each buck of his hips is sharp and hard, each tug on her cock mimics exactly how he pounds himself into her.

That is... it does so until Derek feels himself nearing that edge. He looses some of his finesse then, or maybe he loses his mind, his movements become stiff and jerky, his grip on her cock tightens, everything turning into a chaotic sort of pleasure.

He groans loudly, canting his head back, the sound echoing off the walls and ceiling, and he spills into the condom. "Hot fuckin' damn, gorgeous..." Another groan, still riding it out, softer as if it were just an echo of before.

Venus is a little quieter when she comes, the sound choked back a little as she spills all over herself, each thrust jerking more cum out of her.

When she starts to come down from that high, she keeps rubbing her hands along his back. "Mmmhmmm. Hot fuckin' damn, indeed, lover."

There's a little bit of her that's on guard. Maybe this is when he freaks out? When he realizes that being with a freak like her was fun for the moment, but now in the clarity that comes after orgasm, it's no longer fun to walk on the wild side.

He starts to come down too and his eyes come back into focus as he looks down to her. There's come on her stomach. Derek has no idea what to do with it. So instead, he crawls onto the bed on top of her and leans down to capture her lips in his.

A kiss. No freaking out. He's still absolutely in love with her.

His cock slides out and he shifts to remove the condom and put it in a trashcan by the bed. He grabs a kleenex from the bedstand and starts to wipe up her come from her stomach. Derek casts her a grin as he does. "You like that? Gonna stay for awhile?"

Stay? Venus's brows draw together. "I - well, I can stay a while, honey, if you want." Perhaps overnight? "But I have to go back to work tomorrow," she adds, trailing a hand over that lovely torso. "Bills don't pay themselves, darlin'." It's a truth of her life, at least. "Tonight, though? I'm all yours."

Derek nods, everyone has to work. He knows that. He'll have to go back to the rec center tomorrow morning. But he curls up beside her in the bed for now. He has her tonight.

"Maybe I can see you again..." He says. "You know you wanna do this again, baby." His fingertips brush her hair back from her face, then they start tracing over her body, down her neck, over her breasts.

"I would not object to our being intimate again," Venus says with a small, crooked smile, "no, I would not. You promise to love me just as good as you do?" she asks, arching into his touch. "Use that lovely piece of manhood again?"

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