itinere | open | so I keep doin' my own thing; walkin' tall against the rain

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open | so I keep doin' my own thing; walkin' tall against the rain

Derek had somehow gotten away with not getting sick more than a headache that was just getting worse and worse as time moves on. It was never so bad that he couldn't work though it though, not as bad as so many others in the city (knock on wood). So every morning he went into the rec center to put in a full day's work. Every evening he went to check on those people he knew here in Itinere who were sick. He took them food and medicine and whatever else they might need. And he tried not to get sicker himself.

At the rec center, throughout each day, Derek stayed busy. Some days he worked with the treadmills, weights and parallel bars. Some days he worked with the punching bag and settled in a training room to go through his judo moves. Some days he did laps in the pool. Some days he was out on the basketball courts shooting some hoops.

Every day, he helped out whoever came into the place. While people are sick, after people are feeling better. Derek is there.

When Derek isn't at the rec center he can be found around the City in various places. Sometimes he's at the market picking up odds and ends. Sometimes he's at the park walking or jogging on the trails with earbuds in his ears, music from his iPod blaring loudly in his ears. Sometimes he's driving down the streets and up into the twists and turns of the roads in the mountains on his bike from home, which had magically appeared recently. Sometimes he's stopping at the burger joint, because Derek has a hard time resisting a good burger now and then. But really, who doesn't?

ooc: Open catch all for Derek all the way into June. So even if you're sick, you can chat with him when you aren't sick anymore too.

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"You haven't lived 'til you've tried my cooking." Yes, he just called grilled cheese sandwiches 'cooking'. And he realizes how ludicrous that is as is evident by the grin on his lips and the way his brows lift with amusement.

Derek reaches out for a few chips from the bag, murmuring quietly before he pops a few into his mouth. "Good thing I work out." Almost obsessively. Of course now she knows why he works out so hard. Putting out an image of strength to the masses is important to him. Not looking weak, not even a little.

"I won't mention the time I burned the turkey on Thanksgiving." He adds, just to get another smile out of her.

Strength comes in all forms, doesn't it? They both know that, and how important it is to appear strong.

To appear impervious.

"I would imagine that turkey was just asking to be burned is all," she tells him with a wry smile. "But any time you want to cook for me, darlin', you just let me know. I will happily eat whatever you make."

There might have been just a little bit of innuendo in that statement, for the record.

His head cants back with his laughter at her blaming the turkey for his mistakes. "I saved Thanksgiving by grilling some hot dogs and burgers. So we had all the usual fixings; dressing, green bean casserole, potatoes... but with dogs and burgers. And I haven't been in charge of the turkey since."

To be fair, he doesn't go home for Thanksgiving all that often. Home has a lot of bad memories that he sometimes can't get past.

At that unmistakable innuendo, he looks back to her with his eyes glittering with amusement. He tentatively reaches out for her hand, strong fingers curling around hers... testing the waters.

"What if I want a kiss for dessert?" He asks. "Can I get one of those?"

"I imagine cranberry relish might really have spiced up those hot dogs," she teases, then addresses his question - the more important question: "that can be arranged," she says, just as lightly, grasping his hand, letting them rest on her knee. Oh, yes, please. "Perhaps, if you ask real nicely, too, you can get two."

He wants to kiss her, then. Something so simple - it makes her chest tight.

She takes his hands this time and Derek looks down to where their joined hands rest on her knee. His darker skin against her light. Her hands aren't small and dainty like he's used to. They're uniquely Venus as far as he's concerned. Unlike any hands he's held like this before.

His brown eyes look back up to her, dark and sensual, and a corner of his lips pulls upward as he leans in just a bit, almost seductive in his movements. "Please, baby." The minute he says the word 'please', his entire self roils with an unexplained desire. "I want your lips. Two kisses."

There is something of heaven on earth in the way he says things like that. Even under the influence of the roses, his voice - and the actions that followed, of course - did things to Venus.

Her eyes almost cross following the way he leans in, but just before their lips meet, Venus closes her eyes.

Two kisses. When does one end and the other begin, though? It's such sweetness. Her hands tighten in his and she leans closer still.

Derek likes the way those kisses sort of melt into each other. It's hard to tell where one ends and one begins. She leans closer to him and Derek tugs lightly on her hand as he settles against the back of the couch again, this time pulling her against them with barely an inch or two between their lips.

"Are you sure that was two? We better make sure." He says, his voice deep and soft, lips teasing at a smile along with his teasing words. "I mean I said 'please' and all..."

His lips brush against hers again. "One more."

"One more," she agrees. She is ... to put it politely ... aroused. Her chest presses against his and he's got a thigh pressed pretty firmly against hers. Her cheeks are flushed and when they kiss again, it's deeper, more ... once again, being polite ... carnal.

How lucky he is to have squeezed one more kiss out of her, even though he knows he already had his two. It's hard not to be greedy with them though, hard not to want more when his body is responding to Venus by repeating that word over and over again 'please, please, please...'.

His hand slips to her waist, slides down to her hip as he draws that kiss out even more, tongue gliding over and into her lips. He squeezes the side of her hip and then shifts closer so that their bodies are somewhat pressed together, side by side, the swell of one of her breasts against his chest.

"The sweetest dessert." He tells her. Then he resorts to teasing again. "Gonna have to burn off some of these calories." Double meaning implied.

"My favorite kind of cardio," she agrees, her eyes moving between his mouth and his eyes. "Though I would imagine you don't want that to take place in your office at your place of business."

Any concerns or doubts she might still have fall by the wayside in the face of this basic, primal want, a want that's augmented because she knows how good it is.

Honestly, right now he wouldn't mind being with her right here, right now. But he knows that that isn't a good idea. People coming in and out, no locks on his office door. His knuckles brush the side of her neck, pushing some of her hair back.

"I can call it a day... if you're who I get to spend the rest of it with." He says, leaning in to steal another kiss. How many is that now? Does it matter? He did say please.

It doesn't matter, not in the least.

"As a matter of fact," Venus all but purrs, "I can clear my schedule." Not that she has anything to clear; she hadn't been problem going back to work until tomorrow, anyway.

"Tell me," she adds, her own dark eyes meeting his, "what would you like to do with your free afternoon?"

Oh god, her voice is silky smooth with just that slight hint of deepness to it to make it uniquely her. Even the way she speaks is like a caress across his skin so that he has to shift on the couch a bit while he grows hard in his sweatpants.

"I'd like to do you... or maybe to do each other." It's suddenly so overwhelming. Derek doesn't want to and won't throw himself at her again as he had under the influence of the roses. The desire is there. But he needs her to want him because a part of him still feels like he needs to atone for scaring her as he had.

He forces himself to stand and step away. Draws in a deep breath, trying to steady himself. His hand lifts to rub over the back of his neck with his back to her while he gets his bearings. It's been so long since desire like that hit him so fully and intensely.

For so much of Venus's life, sex has been a kind of weapon, a kind of power to yield, to use. Something to be abused.

So, when Venus wants someone - when she feels true desire - it is something of a marvel, really. An expression of something more than just physical lust.

Derek has atoned for what he did with the roses; he has. He's bared himself to Venus and proven to be a good man.

That's why she can rise to her feet, to walk to where he is, take a moment to admire his back. Then she touches him, running her hands down that broad back before she wraps her arms around his waist, resting her chin on his shoulder and she can kiss his neck then. "We should make our exit, then," she says, voice low, still. Because she does want him, as perhaps he can feel against his hip.

He can hear her moving so it isn't so much a surprise when he feels her behind him. He's about to turn around and apologize yet again for something, anything, when he feels that touch to his back. His eyes dip closed, just feeling that touch.

Sometimes he thinks too much, his mind never shutting off to the point that he forgets to feel, to be present.

Her arms are around his waist now and he leans back just a bit, one large hand resting over her forearm at his abdomen. He hums an approval about making an exit, about being cradled by her as he is right now, about that kiss to his neck and about the way he wants her. All of it.

"Let's get outta here, pretty girl." He says, finally pulling away after a moment to tidy some papers really quick on his desk and then to shut the lights in his office. He takes her hand in his and they make their way out of the rec center.

As he fusses with his papers, Venus wraps up the vestiges of their lunch, taking with them what is left, tossing the rest, wiping away the crumbs, so the food is in her free hand, her other holding his hand.

He's holding her hand, you see, where others can see. With seemingly no shame.

Isn't that something. Venus walks with him, a smile ebbing and flowing on her lips. Her hips swing with what feels like a loose anticipation, one that manifests itself in how she kisses him when they are alone in his apartment, her arms coming around his neck.

Derek is feeling so many different things, confused about so many different things, that he has no room for public shame right now. At least not the kind that involves his holding hands with Venus. And what could be wrong with so simple an act anyway when it felt right?

In his apartment, they're barely in the door when her arms are around him. His back is pressed to the closed front door, reaching back to lock it even as his lips part against hers, deep kisses that silently beg for more.

One large hand comes up to knead at her breast, slowly opening her top, hands slipping down to her waist as he walks her backward into his apartment, kissing her all the while.

This is similar and yet so very different from when they were together before. The heat is there, yes, but the sharp-tinged urgency is different. Here, it is driven by want, pure and simple, when before it had been driven by something else - by those flowers.

When he touches here, even if the sensation is muted, Venus gasps. She does so like her wrap dresses for their ease of access, you know. Even her bra fastens in front. She kicks off her shoes, letting them be a little closer to the same height and even that only pauses the kissing, it doesn't stop it.

That aforementioned wrap dress slinks right to the floor somewhere along the way to the stairs. It's at the foot of the stairs that the kiss finally breaks. He leans back, hands cupping either side of Venus's face, thumbs smoothing over her cheekbones before his grin turns positively wicked.

Derek leans down, grabbing her about the waist and hefting her up to shoulder carry her up the stairs to his loft bedroom. One hand slaps playfully against her ass. "Let me hear how much you want me, sweetheart."

"Derek Morgan!"

That came out very Offended-Southern-Belle.

"You are either going to hurt your back, or hurt me. May I remind you that there bits there that you may very well crush with your shoulder. I do not, at this moment," she lies, hands braced on his tight ass as she laughs despite herself, "want you at all for this humiliation you are subjecting me to." That ass he slapped was bare, thanks to the thong she wore.

"Sometimes a little pain is sexy, baby." Derek says with a low chuckle as he gets to the top of the stairs. It doesn't escape him that his hand had connected with bare skin. In the bedroom, Derek moves over to the bed and lays Venus back on the bed.

He crawls on top of her, straddling her hips. He pulls his tank over his head and sets it aside, leaving him in his sweatpants and her in her bra and thong. Then he leans down over her to kiss again.

"So is a little humiliation..." Another kiss, this one deeper than the last.

"Speak for yourself." Not for Venus. Humiliation is not sexy for her.

... but if it turns Derek's crank, well, that will be interesting and it's stored away for a later, clearer-thinking moment.

She grasps his hips, keeping him right there for the moment to take in the sight and the feel between kisses that are downright lewd and triple-x-rated.

Only after he has tasted every nook and cranny of the inside of her mouth does he pull up again, his hips moving over her so that he can feel that bulging proof of her pleasure between his legs. It's so different than anything he's ever wanted. But he'd be lying to say that he didn't want it... want her.

"I can tell you want me, baby." He says. "I feel you."

He rocks his hips again, taking her hands and pinning them to the mattress above her head. He leans down to kiss her again, kisses dipping down to her neck. This time, when he rolls his hips down, she can feel his desire too.

"Derek. Derek." Venus's voice is soft, but firm. "Let go."

She doesn't want to relive the flower-business sex. She wants different sex. Her face is gentle, too, her eyes still warm. She wants him, very much. She just doesn't want this, not exactly.

She tells him to let go and he does so, sitting on top of her. His eyes look imploring, wondering if he did something wrong. Wondering if she changed her mind. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

He even moves off of her, to the side. He's having flashbacks of his obsession. No, this is different.

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