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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Swallowing down that wry comment that wants to come out - she does fear she will surprise him - Venus takes Derek's hand and leads him down the short hallway to her bedroom, which is lit by small lamps covered in sheer scarves. There's her bed and at the foot of it is a big, old trunk. One she'd hauled around with her each time she'd moved. Somehow, too, it had ended up here. She gestures to the small chair in the corner of her room. "Have a seat, darlin'." She sits on her heels on the floor and moves to open the trunk.

It isn't the first time he's seen her bedroom. It's the first time she's actually brought him back here herself when she wasn't sick as she had been not even a month or so ago. He likes the feel of it. It's very much a 'Venus' room. Sexy and comfortable. He keeps himself from mentioning the fire hazard of scarves over lamps because it's Venus. His best friend Penelope does the same thing in her apartment. Derek ribs her about it every time he's there.

He moves to the chair in the corner and has a seat, slipping his feet out of his flip flops. His gaze lands on Venus where she kneels by the trunk and lingers there with her. "You mean I actually get to sleep in your bed tonight and not on the couch?"

"If you want to and play your cards right," Venus says with a wink.

"So, here it all is." She pushes open the lid of the trunk, revealing something of a jumble. There is plenty to see and nothing too hardcore; she isn't a fan of being cut or bleeding, really, but there are a few floggers, a few padded paddles, a whip in there (all for show and the sound, of course), and some fuzzy handcuffs, some scarves, some velvet ropes, feathers, some ticklers, that sort of thing. Folded in there too is Venus's vinyl catsuit. Venus sits back, letting Derek see and touch what he wants to.

Derek leans forward with his elbows on his knees so he can get an idea of what's in the trunk. He can't really see or make out everything, but he does get the general idea. He catches sight of a paddle, maybe a whip. The handcuffs are familiar although his pair is minus the fuzzy. Something vinyl or latex or...

"There it all is." He says, his stomach flip-flopping inside him again. He doesn't reach out to touch because he doesn't even know where to start. "What's your favorite thing?"

"Well." Venus doesn't reach right in and start tossing things about because she doesn't want to scare Derek any more than she might already be doing. But she won't lie to him either. "Let's see." She leans over to rummage around, pulling out a dildo, and flips a switch on the base. It lights up from the inside, like a disco ball, but ... cock-shaped. She grins a little as she holds it. "As far as party tricks go, this one can be fun."

He isn't scared. Or he'd like to think he isn't scared. Not of the objects themselves. Not of the role that Venus likes to play. It's of the role he's considering to play. Control isn't something Derek gives up lightly. And everything in that box represents him giving it over to her.

Maybe he is scared. A little.

Her grin is met by one of his own. They both know that one isn't scary. Derek has one of those at his apartment, minus the lights. He chuckles, reaching out for it and bringing it closer to study it. "But what's the point of the lights? Just for show?"

"Exactly that, darlin'. Like ... peekaboo," she tells him, tittering at the idea. "Make the room dark, the only light is this thing? And 'oops, where'd it go? Oh, it's back.' Something like that," she tells him, leaning an elbow on the edge of the trunk.

Really, much of the bells and whistles of pleasing men can be quite ridiculous. But at least they're good for a laugh.

Derek flips the switch a few times. It is kind of ridiculous, or it would be if it weren't what she had picked out when he asked what her favorite thing is. However, that brand of ridiculous is okay with him, he thinks. A dildo is a dildo. He's seen some that vibrate, never one that lights up like that.

He offers it back to her. "You ever use it on yourself?"

"Mmhmm," she says, though she's cleaned it of course. She takes it and sets it aside. "Most of these I would use on myself. If I wouldn't, it's not in here." That would be why there are no blades, not very much metal for the most part, aside from the fuzzy cuffs. "It probably isn't surprising," she says, her cheeks a little pink, "that a good many of my customers are ... somewhat kink-inclined."

"I can appreciate kink. Never been with someone who's that kind of into it though." He nods at the chest, still eyeing what little of the contents he can see. It helps a lot to know that she can take whatever's in there herself. It eases some of his concerns that she might not know what she's doing. Sadly, he's seen the result of someone taking things too far, so far that someone ends up dead.

His gaze slides to her. He's about to jump in head first. "I want you to show me."

There's a beat when Venus doesn't respond. Her gaze slips over to Derek and she just looks him over. She's used to doing that: she's had a good number of clients and some have come in thinking they want the sun and stars and end up realizing that that was not what they wanted at all.

She also does not wish to destroy this delicate little thing that they are creating.

"Show you what, darlin'?" she asks carefully.

Derek watches her for a moment, trying to figure out how to word it. He's always been of the opinion that if you're doing it, you should be able to say it. No bones about it. No beating around the bush. Just go there, a hundred percent all the time, fearless, like a lion. That's how Derek lives life. This is no different.

He slides off the chair to his knees and moves over to her on said knees. "I want..." He starts, reaching out to brush Venus's hair back as he leans in to nip at her lips. "you to show me what you like..." Another kiss and then he looks down into the trunk, getting a better look at this angle, this close. "out of that trunk."

Looking back to Venus, he arches a brow. "Let's play."

God, he is a handsome man. And she would be lying if she said that seeing him like this didn't do something for her.

Holding his face in her hands, she arches a brow right back. If they are going to play, there are rules.

"Talk to me first, lover," she tells him, her voice a little lower, a little more velvet over steel. "Do you know what a safe word is? Do you have one?"

Her hands hold his face and he playfully turns his head to snap his teeth at her thumb, not catching it really, missing it just barely. Just enough to tease. His hand grips one of her wrists, his own thumb gliding lightly along the inside of her wrist along the vein.

He smirks and shakes his head, his lips curling into another grin. "What? No. I've never... I mean, yeah I know what it is, but... no." He's worked enough cases of BDSM gone wrong to have researched it. To know what a safe word is. Has he ever used one? Does he have one? No and no.

"Alright, alright..." He pulls his bottom lip through his teeth, thinking. "Wildcat." He finally says, naming the mascot of his alma mater. And how appropriate that is. It's exactly what Derek is. A lion. A wildcat. Untamed. "How's that?"

"Wildcat." That will do; it won't likely come up in play anyway. Venus nods. "I'm just a 'red' girl myself. Red means stop and green means go. Yellow, just like the stoplights, all right?"

He's so cute that she can't help but kiss that grin. "And what about things you don't wanna do, mmm? Got anything that's just plain off-limits? Nothing to be ashamed of; we just need to know, lover."

Oh. Shows how little Derek knows if it should have been as simple as red, green and yellow. He knows very little. He's thankful for his dark skin because he can feel a slight flush of heat in it. However, since his mom is white, his skin isn't as dark as it could be. If Venus is perceptive, she might notice that blush.

The kiss is welcome and he takes it with a slight tilt of his head to jut his lips forward.

"Things I don't wanna do. Like uhm..." He tries to come up with something, shakes his head because he has no idea where to even start. He tries to mentally file through different case files from his past or some he's studied. "Uhh...." Nope. Drawing a blank. But it's obvious that he's trying not to draw a blank, if that helps. "Cutting? Is that a thing? I don't want it to be bloody."

"Cutting is a thing," Venus says, smiling, taking one of Derek's hands and rubbing it gently between hers. There is no reason to be embarrassed; the only way to learn things is to learn them, right?

"I'm very glad you aren't one for that; that is on my no list too," she tells him, her eyes and smile warm. She'll say more and perhaps that might help, too. "I am not for bodily functions, either," she notes, adding, "not a fan of being shit and peed on." She smiles with that. "And I am not going to be comfortable doing something with enough force that either one of us is bruised or sore. I suppose I am ultimately one for pleasure, rather than pain. Is that all right?"

Now that he thinks of it, he thinks that's called blood play. Cutting works though. He feels out of his depth, like he's fumbling through things and waiting for Venus to give him a direction to go in.

"Bodily functions." He can't help the way his nose wrinkles a bit as he shakes his head. "Yeah, I'm gonna have to say no on that too." He can't imagine being pissed on, or anything that comes out of the body. He's been spat upon before. He wasn't good with that either.

He sits back on his heels, regarding her as his lips pull into another grin. "That's alright with me, pretty girl." He liked things that provoked his mind, and Venus is definitely that. No bruising or soreness involved in that.

"And, as we play, if something comes up that you like or don't like, you tell me, you hear?" she says, reaching to touch his chin. "No shame and no embarrassment. For this to work there has to be complete honesty."

His smile is enough to make her stomach just flip right over under her ribs. "How's that sound?"

"I can be honest." Derek is honest, generally speaking. But he knows that's not what she means. And he has to quietly consider that. He is a control freak. He is a man's man, the very definition. This is something entirely out of his comfort zone. But if he doesn't want something, he has to say so, not push through it like he would with anything else just to prove something to himself.

He nods again, tilting his head just enough so that it presses into that touch. "I can do it. Whatever you throw at me... and I can put a stop to it if I can't handle it..." That still sounds so very macho. So he adds. "If I don't like it, I'll let you know."

"That's exactly right." With her fingers still cupping his cheek, Venus leans in for a kiss.

So.

"If you want me to show you, lover, I need you to do something for me." She stands when she says this. "Take off your clothes and fold them all nice for me, please. And I'll be right back, all right?"

She takes time to reach into the trunk for her vinyl catsuit and leaves for the bathroom, hips swaying.

"Clothes off, folded and be sitting all pretty for me on the edge of the bed, lover. Don't touch yourself, you hear?"

Derek kisses her in return and watches her stand, getting to his own feet too just as she does. He doesn't miss that she grabbed the suit out of it. This is real. This is really happening. As cool as a cucumber as he had been seconds before, he now feels that anxiousness rise inside of him again.

What's going to happen? What's she going to do? What's he going to do? All things he knows he should be letting go of.

"Got it, pretty girl." He offers, watching her hips sway as she exits the room. Derek turns and pulls his shirt off, setting it on the chair he had been sitting in. Shorts and briefs next. She said to fold them though, so he did that, somewhat haphazardly, but done anyway. He places his flipflops on top to try to make the folding look neater.

You wouldn't think just sitting would be so difficult. 'Sit all pretty for me' she had said. How does someone do that? He shifts to a few different positions, and then just settles for leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. However, right when he hears noise that indicates she might be coming out, he shifts again, trying to portray confidence. He leans back with his palms in the mattress.

He's adorable, really. And Venus loves that he's nervous. That means that this means something. Not that it needs to be heavy, but she's baring herself too, so there's that.

It's never easy, really, getting the latex on, but she does, and she puts her hair up, too, a touch of red lipstick to her mouth and she's got boots on too, also patent black. When she comes out, she stands, hip canted to the side, hands on her hips and she makes sure to look everything over. "From here on out, lover, if you need to stop, you use your safeword, no shame, no embarrassment, all right? And remember: complete honesty." She puts a finger under his chin tipping it up.

"How do I look?"

At first sight, Derek just stares, his lips parted just enough to show he's seeing something new, something he's never seen before. That latex hugs her like a second skin. And wow does it accentuate her breasts, pushing them up so that the mounds push over the low neckline. Sometimes Derek can't decide if he's a breast or an ass man. Right now he's both.

She nears him and he nods slightly, still having trouble looking up and into her eyes. Yes, use his safe word. Honesty. He hears her. But damn... look at her. He can just make out the bulge of her cock too and that sends something spiraling right down to his own exposed length, making it twitch to life. Is that normal? Yes. Maybe.

He sits up, leaning forward once she reaches him from the bathroom. That finger at his chin finally gets his gaze to raise from the rest of her to her eyes. It still takes him a beat to find his voice. "You look..." His hands reach out to grab each side of her hips, feeling the latex beneath his palms. "So damn hot."

"Good," she says in a near-purr. "Now, lover. Come with me," she tells him, taking his hand and urging him to his feet. "You get to pick one thing from the trunk. One thing you'd like me to use on you." She stands back, not pressuring him and letting him make the choice. "Then bring it back to me."

She'll overtly objectify him in this moment. The curve of his body, his muscles, his beautiful cock. It all makes her hard too, though it is never about her in these moments. It's all about him.

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