[CONTINUED] ... wherein a month & a half long thread continues

[freshoffthefarm]

[From here]

Vaguely aware that a scene had been caused, Annie kept her eyes on Derek as he watched her. The heat she saw there made her entire body warm from the inside out and she took a quiet breath to steady herself further.

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[derek_morgan]

His poker face managed to stay in place though he swallowed hard and swore his heart stop as she passed him. Interesting. Annie taunted him about making his shot yet didn't hand over the cue. That only meant one thing: He'd have to take it from her.

Derek sidled up behind Annie and slid her hands in place with his on the stick then bent her over with him to sink the eight ball smoothly in a corner pocket. "There. Got it in." He knew fully well what he was doing. Game over. Or she could insist on a real game. He was counting on reading her right and getting out of the bar. She seemed in the mood for ...dessert.

"We can go now...right?" he uttered barely above a whisper into her ear.

[freshoffthefarm]

Annie's breath had caught just a little when he'd bent her over the table to take his shot, but that shock was minimal compared to what she felt when Derek took the game ending shot - on purpose. She inhaled deeply through her mouth, her heart pounding in her chest as she eyed the full table in front of her.

Goosebumps broke out over her arms when he spoke, the combination of his deep voice and hot breath doing more to send her mind into the gutter than anything else previous.

"Right now," she practically sighed in anticipation. She knew exactly where the rest of the evening was going and he was still driving.

[derek_morgan]

Her response made the excitement brewing in his pants flinch while pressed to her ass. Yet Derek kept steady and moved without any rush whatsoever. He pushed the cue out of her hands before slowly rising, hands on her hips to pull Annie back from the table with him. "Let's go," he stated the obvious before stepping away to pick up his jacket and drape it over her shoulders. He took her hand and headed out of the bar.

"You paid for three games!" someone at the bar called after him.

"Keep the change!" Derek called back without ever looking back. He took in consideration that Annie was in heels but also kept an easy stride to avoid appearing as eager as he felt. "Your place?" The question was posed as soon as they were in the quiet of the sidewalk outside the bar. They had a short walk to his bike where they could sort out directions if necessary. He knew D.C. rather well and didn't expect to be surprised.

[freshoffthefarm]

Derek may have thought that his measured movements kept him from looking too eager, but the way he dismissed the bartender's reminder of three games made a big smile break over Annie's face. She knew right then that he wasn't nearly as composed as he wanted to come across.

Pausing next to his bike to actually put his jacket on correctly, Annie paused only briefly at the question before a look came over her face that wasn't entirely faked.

Half-apologetic, half-distressed she explained, "I'm in the process of moving out of my sister's guest house. I have boxes everywhere and my bed is a mattress on the floor."

It wasn't entirely a lie.

[derek_morgan]

"Floor is good," he quickly answered and tugged Annie in close by the front of his jacket. Maybe he was failing at appearing overzealous but she didn't seem put off. Derek decided to seal his words with a kiss, adding action to his words that she didn't need to worry about the condition of her place. His contained dishes in the kitchen sink, clothes on the bedroom floor, his bed unmade, and a rottweiler who was very partial to visitors of the female variety. "Might even help you unpack."

Derek had met her lips for a kiss but didn't get carried away. That would all depend on her response. His eyes were heavy with want and locked on Annie. He licked his lips slowly, preparing for the best. Usually, he performed the opposite in recent years, but there was something about the blonde that brought him back to his roots and left him wanting more. Much more.

[freshoffthefarm]

The problem with Annie's apartment was that it was technically as safe house and she couldn't have visitors, especially ones that weren't of the CIA persuasion. Rather than tell Derek that she wasn't a full-time Smithsonian employee, she kissed him back fully and then pulled away only a little.

"I'd rather have you over once I'm settled in and I don't have to worry about you getting a sore back from sleeping on the floor," she murmured, her lips brushing against his. "Besides, a bachelor's pad is something I find intriguing." She followed it up with another kiss, this one slower and far more intense. There was no way she was going to let him say no -- and if he tried, she was fully prepared to take him to the nearest Hilton.

[derek_morgan]

Damn. She took the words right out of his mouth in every sense of the phrase. Derek nearly asked what they were talking about after the last kiss. He stood breathless for a moment and quickly decided to climb on his bike to conceal just how happy Annie just made him. "Mmm, boy! Not sure I believe you wanna save my back after that kiss," he started mischievously after clearing his throat while mounting his motorcycle.

Derek reached back to each saddle bag, handing off the helmet she used then getting out his own. "Can't say my place is ready for company..." He rarely took a woman to his bed. Whether they were a one night stand or someone he dated more often, his experience had been that they were happy to have him come over. It was hard to think of a woman who wasn't a friend or family that had last been at his place. Annie seemed safe enough. "...but it's definitely a bachelor pad."

[freshoffthefarm]

Annie was just a harmless Smithsonian employee with an excuse - or a kiss - for everything. But she took the helmet with a mischievous smile of her own, then actually hitched up her skirt a little before climbing back onto the bike behind him.

It was truly unfair that she had to spend the next however long with her legs spread for him, though, the more she thought about it, it was actually a very huge tease. All she wanted to do was rock against him to ease some of the pressure she felt building, but instead, she rested her hands as low as possible on his stomach.

Making sure the microphone on the helmet was working, she said, "I'm ready when you are, stud."

[derek_morgan]

His face winced playfully, watching her get on the bike, before putting on his helmet. He cranked up the bike and turned on the comms inside his helmet. It was impressive that Annie had hers already on. He would have to remember to compliment her quick learning when his mind wasn't preoccupied with lewd thoughts. "Hold that thought," he instantly teased at her words and headed down the street.

"I only live a few miles from here. But if you can't wait that long, say the word, Baby. I'm not shy." She created a monster. Derek hadn't been this forward with a woman in a very long time. Not unless he knew it was all harmless fun, like with his female co-workers. In a sense, he wasn't completely serious. He was dishing back as good as Annie was giving. Hopefully she knew that and he didn't screw things up by going too far.

[freshoffthefarm]

"Does that mean we can pull over here?" She waved her fingers off the the general direction of an alley as he passed it. Then another. "Or there. Because I know my skirt is short enough and this bike is tall enough."

Annie could take it. All of it. Which meant she could take his teasing, too. Her hands curled just south of his belt and she dragged her nails along the side of his zipper. "Gotta admit, you're not making it easy to wait."

And he wasn't. Annie wasn't the shy type, either, but it had been a long time since she'd been an exhibitionist. Derek was making her playful and the alcohol she'd consumed was adding to that in a big way. Not that she was complaining because she wasn't. It was the kind of night she'd needed and she was glad that he was the one that she could be open with.

[derek_morgan]

Some didn't believe the wives tale about the size of a man's hands and feet. She had his hands envelop hers and his size fourteen boots were just under her, Derek wasn't one to disprove the theory. For jeans that were loose fitting, there was absolutely no room left at his crotch as her nails raked over the side of his zipper. "We can pull over anywhere you want, Beautiful." His voice dropped an octave lower and held something of a growl with want.

Derek could get into a lot of trouble if they got caught. Conduct unbecoming of a Federal Agent. In his mind, that only meant that he make sure they didn't get caught. It had been a very long time that he felt this alive where he contemplated being slightly reckless. Annie was quickly becoming the firsts to a lot of things. He should see a red flag or some kind of alarm, but maybe it had just been too long that he played it safe.

[freshoffthefarm]

Considering that Annie's contact at the FBI kept her cover for her as a high priced escort, there was no way she trying to get caught with an FBI agent in flagrante. She could hold out another couple of minutes. Maybe.

"Pick up the speed." Her own voice had picked up a husky tone as she arched into his back, which forced her thighs apart just that little bit more. She made sure he'd feel it, too. Her hand cupped him once more and she gave the tiniest of squeezes. "Otherwise, we're both going to be in trouble."

[derek_morgan]

"Mmm...I think I'm already in trouble," he answered with a seductive chuckle while picking up speed. They might end up in trouble either way. The woman behind him was making it rather hard for him, in more than one way. Derek was about to make a ten minute ride in half the time. Ironically, the one playlist he had started when they first began their bke ride ended and Run by Matt Nathanson and Sugarland aptly played softly for the last of the ride

[freshoffthefarm]

Without even the opportunity to give the dog a proper greeting, he got quick rub on the head. As the jacket came off, she realized that tour she was getting of his house was really more like a 'here's the bed' kind of thing in the dark, which she really didn't mind. Her skirt was still rucked up higher on her thighs than was entirely lady-like and when he pushed the jacket off, her suit coat went with it. Both ended up on the ground

[derek_morgan]

Clooney let out an exhale that clearly demontrated being put off at getting sent away before greeting Annie properly. The eight year old rottie was partial to women, much like his owner. However, unlike Derek, the dog was obedient and quickly followed orders. He'd be rewarded later when the two found their clothes exactly where they left them

[freshoffthefarm]

It should have been obvious by the way he filled out his shirts, but when he picked her up, Annie's breath caught in her throat. It had been an incredibly long time since she'd been with a man who'd been able to lift her like she weighed nothing and no one had been able to do so and then carry her up a flight of stairs.

At the top, she cupped his face and kissed him deeply, her mouth hard against his. The rest of him she could feel pressed against her body and the moment he'd stopped jostling her, she was able to reach down and shimmy out of her tank top. It ended up somewhere on the floor; she wasn't at all concerned with where. She could find it in the morning when she relearned how to walk. Right now, she was more worried about how to wrap her legs around his waist.

Taking a moment to catch her breath, she addressed the condom remark. "IUD." Then she kissed him again.

Her bra was white lace, though it wasn't a bra she normally considered sexy. If she'd known how the evening was going to end, she'd have dressed more appropriately