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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Venus is mussed and working to catch her breath as well. She braces her hands on his chest, fingers tracing along his muscles. "That makes two of us, handsome."

It is rare indeed where she comes, and coming this hard is something of a magical happening, like a sexual unicorn.

Taking another deep breath, she pulls off of him and rolls to her side, looking for the inevitable box of tissues all men have so that she can wipe him up quickly. Her whole body is still tingling, still alive and thrumming.

She likes it.

If Derek has anything to say about it, and he thinks he does, Venus will always feel just as good as he does when they're together. He lets her clean him off, yes, even his chin, letting her scrub really good there into his scruffy goatee.

Then he rolls lazily to the side, places a hand at her side and leans in to kiss her. Slow and sweet, almost luxurious... a silent and intimate thank you.

"You feel as good as I do?" He asks.

"Perhaps better," she tells him with a smile, tapping his chin with a manicured finger. "I usually don't - well ... "

Her eyes flick away and back and she confesses, "if I am in such an intimate situation with someone, it is not usually where they can be ... well ... painted as such with bodily fluids."

Usually, if she's fucked, in other words, she's been fucked from behind; that's much easier to deal with for most people, you see.

That makes Derek special in a very intimate, very way.

That confession both makes his brow furrow and his skin feel warm with the memory of her cum on his skin. He eyes her curiously over exactly what kind of guys she's been with in the past. Because the sound like assholes. Venus deserves better than that.

"Well you've moved on from that." His fingertips lightly brush some of her wavy locks of hair out of her face. "Now you've got me."

He smirks. "Although, I've never been come on like that before. That's a first." Which in turn, makes her special in a very intimate way.

"If I promise to wash you clean, does that make up for it?" Venus asks, her smile crooked.

Does she have him, really? What an idea that is. It makes her face feel warm.

There are other ways, too, of course, to deal with that issue, which she is entirely open to talking about if it means that they can do that again.

"Sweetheart, you've got nothin' to make up for." He says, a lazy boyish sort of grin on his lips. A grin, because he's about to toss some flirtation her way. "Although I'm not opposed to bein' washed clean."

He just his chin out, as if to reach up to her with his lips. "Not opposed to another kiss either."

"Is that so?" she asks, coy, too, smiling and looking alltogether as pleased as she feels with this turn of events. Leaning in, she closes the distance, giving him a kiss, then another, lingering there against his lips.

It's been quite an adventure they've been on, hasn't it? Perhaps there's no other way. But, she kind of likes how things are now, so she'll not complain.

"You, Derek Morgan," she tells him, "are a sexy, sexy, man."

"It's so." He tells her, happily accepting each of those kisses, his smiles gently reforming between them so that she can almost feel them against her own lips when she lingers there.

Derek rolls up onto his side, closer, all the better to kiss her now. His hand rests gently on her hip. These kisses are sweet and somehow thrilling to him. They have that strange mixture of the familiar and the taboo. But there's no doubt that he's attracted to Venus.

He chuckles, leaning back just enough to look into her eyes, rolling his bottom lip through his teeth to taste more of her even when they aren't kissing. "I dunno, I think you have sexy pinned down, riding me like you did." It was so damn hot.

And isn't it startling that he had been on the bottom, and still found it hot. That was a first as well. "Or maybe you had me pinned down. Maybe both."

"Oh, darlin'. If I had you pinned down, you'd know it. I have a vinyl cat suit that can be brought in for the whole sensation," she tells him, teasing, fingernail tracing along his jaw.

Another kiss and she murmurs, "I haven't been with a man like that before you came along, you know. It's ... refreshing. And sexy."

Brows arch high when she tells him that. His hands slide smoothly over her hip and side as he digests that information and tries to decide how to react to it. "No doubt I'd know it, beautiful." He says.

And then quickly. "But hold up, hold up. You've got a what?"

Her smile growing very wide indeed, Venus gives her hair a shake, sending it back over her shoulder. "A ... vinyl ... assless ... black ... " each work said as she traces a finger over his body, "cat suit."

It's hell to get into, but the effect is most definitely worth it, she likes to think.

Like a cat suit himself, his body seems to react to her touch, pressing up against her palm and fingertips as the glide over his skin. Her explanation causes a tight coil of arousal inside of him, already. It shows itself in a heavy exhale of air.

In true Derek fashion, he tries to joke about it. His default is always to try to make light of things. "What? Like whips and chains? You like that kind of stuff?"

"Oh, no, not really," she tells him. "Though, good for those who do." All kink is good kink, is it not, if it is safe and sane and consensual.

"Though," she adds. "I have been known to enjoy the lighter things ... floggers and a paddle and the like."

It's a truth and a kind of quiz at the same time. Does Derek like those things, by chance?

Derek absorbs that information, remembering how she hadn't wanted to be held down, how she had taken control, and how easily he had let her do so for the most part. Usually he was all about control. Usually it had to be wrenched away from him if it was going to be taken. But that hadn't been the case just minutes ago with Venus.

That realization scared him. Confused him. But at the same time, he felt like maybe it could be okay. And then another realization. She didn't like to be held down. She didn't like to be flogged and paddled. She liked to do the flogging and the paddling.

He smirks once his mind gets there and he lays back to look at the ceiling for a moment. "I've never done that before." He had spanked someone once, bare palm and all. And it had been hot. But he had never submitted to that or anything similar. The thought was new, just as new as being with someone like Venus. And he was obviously aroused by it... his cock twitching to life with his thoughts. Wow. Should he be embarrassed by that?

"I always say I'll try most anything once though..." Which is very true to form for Derek Morgan. Live life without fear, jump in head first, be bold... like a lion. "I mean if you ever want to... with me."

Oh, my. That tell-tale twitch as well as Derek's words are enough to warrant a low purr. There might be some fun to be had if they are both so willing.

Reaching down, she glances her fingertips over his growing length, shifting just a little, her arm jostling the pillow - and dislodging what it was hiding.

Well, hello there. Venus doesn't laugh, doesn't tease, but does look between the dildo and Derek. Is that so? Her own arousal makes itself known against his thigh.

That gentle touch makes Derek gasp in a breath of air. And whatever that purring noise was, well she can make that all she wants and Derek will never complain. It sends a chill through him, the good kind.

"Oh... that." He says, wincing and putting a forearm over his eyes. Okay, if he thought he was embarrassed before, now he really is. "Sometimes a player's gotta play, right?" Of course he makes light of it, joking. That's what he does.

There is nothing to be ashamed of; Venus cannot stress this enough. She nudges his arm up just enough to kiss his mouth. "Sometimes," she agrees, "everyone needs to play, I agree."

She does nothing with the toy, but leaves it there, brushing against him again. "What can I do for you, lover?" she asks, voice low. "What can mama do to make you feel good?"

Her lips on his and Derek is kissing her back his fingers reaching up to dig through silken strands of hair until the kiss ends. Then his index finger traces the line of her jaw from ear to chin before moving up to glide over her lips.

"You've already made me feel good. I'd say it's your turn to get what you want." He says.

"I already feel good," she tells him. Like a queen. So, Venus busies herself kissing along his jaw. "What about getting clean, Mmm?" a good chance to touch, to just be.

"Maybe there's more goodness for both of us." Derek rolls up to his side again, lips finding hers. He kisses her, sweetly and thoroughly, lips playfully entreating hers into play. And once she gives in, he grins into his kiss before pulling back from her.

He starts to move off the bed, his hand taking hers to pull her with him. "How about I run you a bath. I've got one of those tubs that deep and big for the both of us."

"That's what I'm hoping you would say," she tells him, propped on an elbow before she gets to his feet. "I hate for you to go," she teases, "but I love to watch you leave, darlin'."

In other words, Derek does have the finest backside she's seen in a while.

It feels good, too, to play like this, lacking that heaviness of the flowers. She pads behind him, smiling.

"You like that, huh?" In the bathroom, Derek supports one hand on the edge of the tub, purposefully giving her a full view of said backside while he starts the water, hand checking the temperature until it's just the right amount of hot.

He turns back to her and backs her up against the bathroom counter, lips nipping at hers. "Yours isn't so bad either." One hand grips said backside. The other palms her breast. "And these..."

Humming into his mouth, Venus smiles. "these are the best money could buy," she says, running her nails lightly down his back to grope his ass. "And I do like this, darlin'. I really, really, do." It is tight and taut and just begs to be played with, even as she rocks into his touch, pressing her hips to his, her cock to his.

"Can probably thank my dad for that." Strange, yes. But true for Derek's biracial family. Since his dad was African American and his mother was a very slender white woman with very little of a backside. "My mom's tiny little red-head."

Another kiss and he's walking backward, pulling her toward the tub. He slides in first and then gestures for her to join him. "Come on, pretty girl."

Stepping carefully, Venus slips in, crouching down into the water and stretching her legs out. She pulls her hair up and leans back against his chest with a happy sigh. "Your mother's living? Are you two close?" she asks, settling in.

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