itinere | 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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The body suit off, Derek grabs her waist and pulls her in to kiss at her abdomen. Then they're lying back on the bed together, the both of them touching and kissing, Derek's hand instinctively seems to slip down to feel how hard she is. It's still so different for him to be holding a cock and not slipping his fingers inside.

He's nervous. Not scared, he realizes. But he also wants this. He wants to be Venus's right now more than he's wanted to belong to anyone in a very long time, if ever.

"I want to be yours." He tells her. "I want you to take me, baby. Make me yours tonight."

God, such words. Such beautiful words. They are like flowers blossoming between them. "I'll make you feel so good, lover. I promise."

With that, she kisses him once more and reaches the condom packet. As she's opening it, she smiles at him. "Tell me how you want it, lover. What position do you want to be in?" On his belly will be more comfortable, she knows, but it's a matter of emotional comfort more than physical. By God, he's beautiful and he's hers. So sexy.

She's letting him choose, and maybe that's a part of why all of this is okay. He's had a say in it. He's made these decisions. And now is no different. Maybe someday they'll be to where they can use those scarves and ties and cuffs he'd seen in the trunk. The thought of them has him even more aroused, already dripping pre. But for right now, this is perfect. For their first time he's needed this freedom to move and see and touch and decide.

It might be more comfortable with him on his stomach, but right now he needs to see her. Something about knowing it's her, being able to see into her eyes and know she means him no harm and isn't going to hurt him in any malicious way. Someday he might not need that when they're together in this way. Today is not that day.

So Derek rolls to his back and looks over at her. "Like this?" The uncertainty he feels seeps into that to make it a question. Can they be together like this? Will she? "Please, baby. Take me like this."

Of course they can. They can work it no mater what way he wants to be, really. But this way, when she gets to see his beautiful eyes? Even better. Venus is nodding as she smooths a hand up his legs, urging them higher. She's smeared plenty of lube on herself over the condom and lies as close as she can get.

"We'll go slow," she promises and you know your word if you want to stop at any time. You are so beautiful like this." So beautiful.

With a brief kiss, she reaches down to brace her cock and rub the head at his opening. It makes her shiver. God, he's going to feel good.

That palm smoothing up his legs does seem to urge them higher. Derek grabs a pillow and lifts himself up enough to slide it beneath his hips enough to lift himself up a bit more for her. He feels spread open both inside and outside. He feels vulnerable and that in itself is a rush, kind of scary, and a lot of a turn on.

Nothing is holding him down. He can tell her to stop or make her stop if he needs to. But he has a feeling, given how patient and gentle she's been with him up to this point, that he won't need or want to stop.

A kiss and he is left lying there, watching her as she slides that cock over the place she has just paid such close attention to. He realizes he's holding his breath and exhales, but the exhale is shaky with nerves. He doesn't want her to think that means he isn't ready. So he nods at her, encouraging. He's okay. This is okay. He's ready.

"I got you, pretty girl." He says softly. "I want you."

"I want you too, lover," she murmurs as she starts to press in, just that little bit at a time, closer and closer, her eyes never leaving his face. She can't help the groan that escapes; that's how good it feels. Even as he eyelids dip, she whispers, hips rocking deeper by increments, "you feel so good, lover. So good."

Derek has wanted before, one night stands, harried moments in public bathrooms and such. He's wanted. He's been wanted. But never, from his side of things, so intensely as this. The want he feels right now is very near overwhelming. His entire self is saturated with it.

A lot of that has to do with the time and care that Venus had taken with him. A lot of that has to do with the intensity and newness of what they've done here tonight, from the opening of that chest to the paddle to right now as he's spread open while she starts to push into him. And even this she seems to take slowly. For him. How will he ever thank her for how she's handled him with such care this night?

His gaze is zeroed in on here, hard and wanting, maybe even betraying a bit of the darkness that always lingers hidden beneath everything else, beneath the fun-loving tough guy persona he puts out to the world. He's holding his breath, the moment seeming to stand still. Someone has to tell him to breathe or he might just linger here where everything is okay and right and feels so good.

She owes him nothing. This is how those who care about each other treat each other after all. And Derek is giving Vrnud such a gift too. He's stepped into her freak box and let her be both parts of herself here. That is something she wants to thank him for!

Venus gazes back at Derek, her cheeks coloring just thst little bit with how good he feels. "Oh, lover," she whispers. "You feel so good around me." She's deeper with each little thrust, her own breathing labored with the care she's taking. "You are just perfect for me, lover."

Has he ever been perfect for someone before? Has anyone ever been perfect for him before? No. And no. But damn if he isn't starting to wonder if Venus is. And that scares him. It scares him because he's already told her his deepest darkest secret that he keeps from everyone. And she's still here. Why? What's the angle? Is there an angle?

And there are so many more secrets to be uncovered. What if she sees through him to the heart of him and doesn't like what she sees? What if?

And oh god he feels stretched so wide that it makes all these thoughts fade away, replaced by nothing but pleasure, nothing but the truth of those statements. They are perfect for each other. If he can push all those encroaching thoughts aside, he can see that.

"Deeper, baby. I want you deep." He whispers around an exhale.

Haven't they already seen into each other's darkness? Venus can't help but think that they have. And it isn't as if everyone is without shadows. The fact that Derek wants Venus despite her being a freak, well, that's a very big deal.

And this - what they're doing - this is a big deal too. This is good. His urging just sends heat right down her spine into her hips. She doesn't rush, though, pushing a little bit at a time to where she knows she's getting pressure on Derek's prostate and she shivers, going deeper still. "Good, lover. You feel so good."

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