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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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.

Once she's settled and has her hair above the water over her shoulder, Derek lifts his hands to carefully fashion her hair into a bun-knot to hold it loosely in place up out of the water. He's a man who grew up in a house with three women. He knows a few things.

That done, he wraps his arms around her, just settling together in the water. "Yeah, I got the best mom. We're close. My whole family is." He'd really lucked out in the family department.

"She worked three jobs to keep food on the table and us in our apartment after my dad was gone." And she felt guilty now, for not knowing what Derek went through as a kid. She didn't know until years later when he was already FBI and had confronted Carl. It wasn't her fault though. Derek held on to that secret so tightly at that young age both because he knew his mom dealt with a lot and because Carl had been a master manipulator. What if his mom knew what Derek let him do?

"She's a spitfire with the heart of an angel. Little Irish lady. Best woman I know." He is such a momma's boy. No doubt about it.

Well, isn't that nice? Venus smiles, happily being fussed over.

When he speaks so fondly of his mother, Venus turns, neck craned so she can look at his profile. She already knows about his father, so how wonderful to have a mother like that. Who, if she had known, might have felt terrible.

"She sounds perfect," she says quietly. "I wish I could meet her."

"She's amazing. She always calls me her baby boy and my sisters call me their baby brother... no matter how old I get." He's forty-one. And he's still forever the baby. Not that he seems to mind all that much. In fact, he wouldn't change it at all.

His fingertip glides down her jawline as she looks back to him. "And don't think I didn't milk bein' the baby for all it was worth." He's only kind of joking about that. Sometimes he milks it pretty hard, even now.

"I think she'd like you." And he means that.

"Do you?" Really, Venus looks like - and feels like - she finds that hard to believe. Not that she's calling him a liar, far from. Just ... well, her default is to expect others not to like her.

"Baby boy," she coos, smiling again. "I like that. And I like you, sugar." In case that isn't entirely obvious as she lies in this big tub with him, naked.

"I do." Derek says with a nod. His mother had accepted Penelope who is as sassy and quirky and different from the mold as they come. She'd accepted Reid who was so genius that he corrected and over-analyzed everything. She accepted anyone Derek was close to, just glad that Derek wasn't alone for as much as he steered clear of Chicago for reasons of his own.

"I'm telling you, she's the mom a guy could have. Take that to the bank." He grins at her.

Reaching for the sponge on the side of the tub, he takes it in one hand and pours some musk scented body wash on it. He starts to wash her, smoothing it over her shoulders, up her neck and down around each breast. "Feeling's mutual, pretty girl. I might have no idea what the hell I'm doin' sometimes but I enjoy bein' confused with you."

Arching her back almost on instinct, Venus rests her head back on his shoulder. "You're doing just fine, darlin'," she tells him. "If I could," she whispers, "I would like you to meet my son."

Had she talked about him? She isn't sure, keeping the boy close to her heart.

No, that is not something she had mentioned. His brows arch up though. Derek loves kids. He'd helped to take over the rec center Carl Buford had worked at once he had been sent to prison. And he volunteered at youth centers in the DC area. You see, there's a reason this rec center in Itinere is so near and dear to his heart. It's what he knows.

"I didn't know. I'd love to meet him if we ever get the chance." He says, every bit genuine about that. "How old?"

"Nearly eighteen," Venus says quietly, staring at the tiles of the tub wall. "He ... it was when I was had a ... I had a bout of sexual confusion. He doesn't know I'm his father and he won't, but ... he's a good boy. He thinks I'm his fun auntie Venus."

As long as the boy is safe, Venus can ask for no more.

That was complicated. And Derek felt sad that Venus hadn't been able to and couldn't be a parent to her son. The silver lining is that she still seems to be in his life in some capacity, as his Aunt Venus.

"I had a fun auntie Vaughn. She was almost like a mother to me when my mom was workin' so much." He says, as he continues to wash her. "Never underestimate the impact an Aunt can have on their niece or nephew."

Such a kind thing to say; it does bolster Venus's spirits, truly. "I suppose while I'm here, I won't have a chance to really do much," she says. "But as long as he's away from my mother and away from her influence, that has to be good, doesn't it?" Even dead, his mother could still do something terrible. It's better than the boy is far, far away.

"You gotta do what's right for your kid. Even when it's a difficult thing to do." He says with a light shrug of his shoulders. "In my line of work, I've seen all the mess that can happen when the right thing isn't done. It does more harm than anything, not making those difficult decisions."

He touches the sponge to her neck, just under her chin to lift that chin enough that he can steal a quick kiss. "You did what you think is best. Nobody can tell you it wasn't good and right for you. Nobody else can walk in your shoes and make judgments like that."

"You have an uncanny knack for sayin' just what will make me feel better," she tells him, her voice lightly, teasingly accusing. "Besides, not many can walk in my shoes period."

There's a little sass in that: but a size 11 high heel is quite literally a tough shoe to fill.

"You taste just as sweet as you look and sound, too. How did you manage that?"

"Hey, if I can help at all, I'm doin' good." Another kiss, this one to her temple after brushing one of her escaped layered curls back from her brow. It's so nice to make her feel good at all after what he'd put her through before.

He smirks. "You know I've always wondered how women walk in heels that high." He's not sure he could ever do it. "It looks painful. Hot, but painful."

He taps her shoulder and then gently guides her to lean forward a bit so he can wash her back with the sponge. The musky scent of his body wash fills the bathroom right now. "Gonna have to blame that on my mom, pretty girl. She raised some good kids."

"It's only painful if they don't fit well," Venus confesses as she wraps her arms around her knees. "Trust me when I say I found that out the hard way."

"The more you speak of your mama, darlin', the less I am thinking that there is even a chance of my measurin' up."

Perhaps mostly because Venus is not a girl, for starters.

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