At A Time
Please respect the fourth wall. Players and other readers can see this, characters, unless they're voyeurs or live in the apartment, cannot.
Jun asked: 'Where's your jeep?'"
"Hey. The jeep is in Joe's garage on 'Dinah's' world."
"Oh."
"Needed a larger space. Had to take the whole engine out, and I didn't want to get the garage here dirty...there was more than just oil and vehicular fluids to worry about."
"Right."
"Jun..."
"Yes, dear man?"
"Maybe if you explain it to me?"
"Explain what?"
"The tiny little crease in your forehead you think I can't see but means you're upset."
The tiny little crease in her forehead becomes smooth.
Derek sighs. "Jun, c'mon, talk to me?"
"There's nothing worthwhile to say." Besides I hate Dinah Lance and I have you so why does the thought of Joe being anywhere near Dinah Lance dump acid into my stomach?
Her lips are a bit pursed.
"...If there's nothing worthwhile to say, then why is it worthwhile to get upset about?" Derek asks.
"...Wish I knew." She inhales hard through her nostrils. From the look in her eyes, she's trapped and unhappy. She goes to hug Derek around the waist; presses her cheek against his shoulder.
Derek encircles her, gently hugging her to him
"I'm mad that I'm mad, okay?"
"All right." He reaches up, smoothing her hair gently.
She pouts. She tries to enjoy the feel of his sure, steady hand gliding along her hair. He makes her feel so pretty when he does that. But right now she feels like a mean bitch. "How's the jeep?" Jun asks
with a little sigh.
"She's...well, the original engine is basically toast. I think I managed to save two of the hoses you installed and the air filter pan. Other than that..." Derek shakes his head, "The good news is that I
got the body and frame pounded back into shape...although I may replace the frame anyway. Nothing was cracked, but..."
"But?" Maybe if they were lying down she'd feel better...
"...Structural integrity problems...metal might have been warped too much to maintain it's strength under pressure."
"Right."
She smiles and slides a hand under his shirt, gauging his body temperature with the palm of her hand. "My dynamometer is sized only for bikes."
Derek's skin prickles as she slides her hand under his shirt, his muscles tightening slightly. His instinctive reaction is to lean into her a little. He's still warm, but it's obvious that his body
temperature will soon be back to 'normal' for him, and therefore, cooling off. "Yeah, I know..." Derek says regretfully. He nuzzles her ear a little. Anyone else touched him like that, and he'd be away and across the room...with Jun touching him, it was like being pulled into orbit.
"Oh...boy," Jun says with a little sigh. "When you do that..." It was hard not to writhe, climb and straddle. He'd set off a slow, pleasant, throb. She can hold him and be held, while her body decides what to do with the sensation.
Derek smiles into her hair, he doesn't say anything, but he agrees in his own way. His own body is already warming a little, the reaction started by the touch to his chest spreading, slowly, quietly. He's only too happy to hold Jun and feel the shape of her body against his...soft flesh and hard-toned muscle together...the Jeep is fast becoming a non-priority in the conversation.
Her mind shies away from the thought that they'd been lovers for less than three months.
*
Derek is smiling as he and Jun try to peel the jeans leg off of him. Jun's tongue has snuck out past her lips. She's pushing the pant-leg up Derek's extended leg. He'd found one of his older pairs from when he'd been less built, and had managed to work into them earlier. He'd be regretting that decision now if he weren't laughing. For some reason, Jun's vastly amused by this. The denim clings, like a reluctant child, not wanting to let go. Her own pants are unbuckled and unbuttoned.
"Where did you find these?" Jun asks. "They're as tight as any Joe or Ken would have worn YEARS ago."
Derek laughs again..."Um...the bottom of one of the boxes...I think these were from years ago...."
It doesn't occur to her that this might be something she shouldn't say considering her history with either of those men, or the commitment to the one she's addressing.
"I'll buy you new pants." She runs her hand from the base of his thigh to the knee where the jeans are stuck. "Your poor testicles," she says. She straddles his pelvis and pulls up on the leg, then leans on it and grabs hold of the stuck denim. "They must have been so cramped in there. If I wore my pants that tight, well..."
Derek shivers under that touch. He's about to tell Jun to just forget the pants....
"Not pretty."
He laughs again...she's very warm against him..."Maybe we should get a knife and just cut them--"
His cell phone rings.
Jun manages to push the jeans past his knee before they're good and stuck. She drops his leg and slides off of him and switches direction.
Derek closes his eyes when he hears the phone, muttering something in several languages...most of the words are not something you could learn in class.
She grins, taking the words as compliments to her desirability.
Derek tries to ignore the phone
She attacks the pant leg from the other side. Pulling rather than shoving.
The phone rings again.
Derek does his best to ignore it, watching Jun work at his pants.
She grins at him from the other side of their bed. "Turn it off or answer it, Anthony."
"Can't I just throw it out the window?" he asks but he's already rolled to the night stand. She merely grins in satisfaction. He ends belly down as he picks the phone up. His anatomy feels more crushed than they did in the pants as he gathers his wits and answers it as nonchalantly as possible.
The pant leg descends.
"Derek Bliss speaking."
Several more centimeters of Derek's calf slides into view. She tickles that spot with her fingertips then gets back on the futon. Jun's incipient giggles bubble their way to being voiced.
Derek writhes a little under the touch, trying to keep his voice from hitching over the telephone. He reaches out behind him as he listens to the question on the other end of the phone. "...Yeah, we are."
Occasionally, Jun is inspired.
She notices the hitch in Derek's breath. She drops his foot, leans forward, and plants a kiss where she'd just tickled him. She catches hold of his extended hand, and twines her fingers with it. She sows another kiss, further up his leg. She giggles softly against his skin.
He squirms.
Her forehead rolls against his hamstring. It wouldn't do to laugh at her own joke and thus be heard. Her shoulders shake.
Derek is still answering the caller. "...Yeah..." there was a sharp intake of breath as Jun kissed his calf and then started working her way up his leg. He tightens his fingers around hers, although carefully, and tries not to writhe. He has to think carefully in order to finish his answer, "..Yes, you can train with us...and I'm fine..." He glances down at Jun with wide eyes. His expression is only mock horrified, though. 'Gonna get you for that,' he mouths, his grin promising a lot more than a simple sentence could.
'Good' she mouths in return.
She rolls off his leg and lays on her side, watching him from half-lidded eyes as she plays with her hair: drawing on the strands and letting them fall back down behind her head. Derek carefully tugs at her to come up next to him, flipping over while he waited for the conversation to finish. He watches, eyes calculating as Jun plays with her hair.
Jun wrinkles her nose at him and stays right where she was.
Derek rolls his eyes at her while the caller starts talking again.
She draws languorous circles on her skin where the curve of her rear meets her outer thigh. She hitches the foot of her upper leg behind the knee of the other. Her foot describes loose shapes. Sometimes her toes would curl.
Derek keeps watching her, almost loosing track of the conversation...he has to pull his eyes away when it's his turn to talk again, "Yeah, 4 am...on 713..." his eyes pop open a little wider at the next bit of conversation, and he hurriedly answers, "No, Leela, I'm fine. And Jun knows where I am..."
Jun giggles explosively. She hugs herself, claps a hand over her mouth and kicks her heels.
Derek raises an eyebrow and grabs one of Jun's ankles, pulling her closer. 'Almost done, and now you're really in trouble!' he mouthed, grinning
Jun holds him round the thigh and gives him a slow, soft squeeze. Derek grabbing her ankle turned her into gooseflesh. Her desire flows like her blush. Painting her from cheeks to stomach with a red, glow. She
sits up and yanks on his waistband. Hard.
Derek closed his eyes when Jun gets hold of him. He has to concentrate again to remember he has hold of a phone and is talking to someone. "Will do, Leela. Get some rest yourself," he gets out before Jun yanks off the pants entirely. He holds the gasp this time, but grins at her, "4am," he confirms to Leela, "See you then." Jun's hand works busily at her fly. Hurriedly, Derek snaps the phone shut, skillfully removing the battery with two motions and tossing both phone and pack to the ground.
Jun looks up from re-buttoning her fly.
"Now...You," he growls, and makes a grab for Jun.
Jun asked: 'Where's your jeep?'"
"Hey. The jeep is in Joe's garage on 'Dinah's' world."
"Oh."
"Needed a larger space. Had to take the whole engine out, and I didn't want to get the garage here dirty...there was more than just oil and vehicular fluids to worry about."
"Right."
"Jun..."
"Yes, dear man?"
"Maybe if you explain it to me?"
"Explain what?"
"The tiny little crease in your forehead you think I can't see but means you're upset."
The tiny little crease in her forehead becomes smooth.
Derek sighs. "Jun, c'mon, talk to me?"
"There's nothing worthwhile to say." Besides I hate Dinah Lance and I have you so why does the thought of Joe being anywhere near Dinah Lance dump acid into my stomach?
Her lips are a bit pursed.
"...If there's nothing worthwhile to say, then why is it worthwhile to get upset about?" Derek asks.
"...Wish I knew." She inhales hard through her nostrils. From the look in her eyes, she's trapped and unhappy. She goes to hug Derek around the waist; presses her cheek against his shoulder.
Derek encircles her, gently hugging her to him
"I'm mad that I'm mad, okay?"
"All right." He reaches up, smoothing her hair gently.
She pouts. She tries to enjoy the feel of his sure, steady hand gliding along her hair. He makes her feel so pretty when he does that. But right now she feels like a mean bitch. "How's the jeep?" Jun asks
with a little sigh.
"She's...well, the original engine is basically toast. I think I managed to save two of the hoses you installed and the air filter pan. Other than that..." Derek shakes his head, "The good news is that I
got the body and frame pounded back into shape...although I may replace the frame anyway. Nothing was cracked, but..."
"But?" Maybe if they were lying down she'd feel better...
"...Structural integrity problems...metal might have been warped too much to maintain it's strength under pressure."
"Right."
She smiles and slides a hand under his shirt, gauging his body temperature with the palm of her hand. "My dynamometer is sized only for bikes."
Derek's skin prickles as she slides her hand under his shirt, his muscles tightening slightly. His instinctive reaction is to lean into her a little. He's still warm, but it's obvious that his body
temperature will soon be back to 'normal' for him, and therefore, cooling off. "Yeah, I know..." Derek says regretfully. He nuzzles her ear a little. Anyone else touched him like that, and he'd be away and across the room...with Jun touching him, it was like being pulled into orbit.
"Oh...boy," Jun says with a little sigh. "When you do that..." It was hard not to writhe, climb and straddle. He'd set off a slow, pleasant, throb. She can hold him and be held, while her body decides what to do with the sensation.
Derek smiles into her hair, he doesn't say anything, but he agrees in his own way. His own body is already warming a little, the reaction started by the touch to his chest spreading, slowly, quietly. He's only too happy to hold Jun and feel the shape of her body against his...soft flesh and hard-toned muscle together...the Jeep is fast becoming a non-priority in the conversation.
Her mind shies away from the thought that they'd been lovers for less than three months.
*
Derek is smiling as he and Jun try to peel the jeans leg off of him. Jun's tongue has snuck out past her lips. She's pushing the pant-leg up Derek's extended leg. He'd found one of his older pairs from when he'd been less built, and had managed to work into them earlier. He'd be regretting that decision now if he weren't laughing. For some reason, Jun's vastly amused by this. The denim clings, like a reluctant child, not wanting to let go. Her own pants are unbuckled and unbuttoned.
"Where did you find these?" Jun asks. "They're as tight as any Joe or Ken would have worn YEARS ago."
Derek laughs again..."Um...the bottom of one of the boxes...I think these were from years ago...."
It doesn't occur to her that this might be something she shouldn't say considering her history with either of those men, or the commitment to the one she's addressing.
"I'll buy you new pants." She runs her hand from the base of his thigh to the knee where the jeans are stuck. "Your poor testicles," she says. She straddles his pelvis and pulls up on the leg, then leans on it and grabs hold of the stuck denim. "They must have been so cramped in there. If I wore my pants that tight, well..."
Derek shivers under that touch. He's about to tell Jun to just forget the pants....
"Not pretty."
He laughs again...she's very warm against him..."Maybe we should get a knife and just cut them--"
His cell phone rings.
Jun manages to push the jeans past his knee before they're good and stuck. She drops his leg and slides off of him and switches direction.
Derek closes his eyes when he hears the phone, muttering something in several languages...most of the words are not something you could learn in class.
She grins, taking the words as compliments to her desirability.
Derek tries to ignore the phone
She attacks the pant leg from the other side. Pulling rather than shoving.
The phone rings again.
Derek does his best to ignore it, watching Jun work at his pants.
She grins at him from the other side of their bed. "Turn it off or answer it, Anthony."
"Can't I just throw it out the window?" he asks but he's already rolled to the night stand. She merely grins in satisfaction. He ends belly down as he picks the phone up. His anatomy feels more crushed than they did in the pants as he gathers his wits and answers it as nonchalantly as possible.
The pant leg descends.
"Derek Bliss speaking."
Several more centimeters of Derek's calf slides into view. She tickles that spot with her fingertips then gets back on the futon. Jun's incipient giggles bubble their way to being voiced.
Derek writhes a little under the touch, trying to keep his voice from hitching over the telephone. He reaches out behind him as he listens to the question on the other end of the phone. "...Yeah, we are."
Occasionally, Jun is inspired.
She notices the hitch in Derek's breath. She drops his foot, leans forward, and plants a kiss where she'd just tickled him. She catches hold of his extended hand, and twines her fingers with it. She sows another kiss, further up his leg. She giggles softly against his skin.
He squirms.
Her forehead rolls against his hamstring. It wouldn't do to laugh at her own joke and thus be heard. Her shoulders shake.
Derek is still answering the caller. "...Yeah..." there was a sharp intake of breath as Jun kissed his calf and then started working her way up his leg. He tightens his fingers around hers, although carefully, and tries not to writhe. He has to think carefully in order to finish his answer, "..Yes, you can train with us...and I'm fine..." He glances down at Jun with wide eyes. His expression is only mock horrified, though. 'Gonna get you for that,' he mouths, his grin promising a lot more than a simple sentence could.
'Good' she mouths in return.
She rolls off his leg and lays on her side, watching him from half-lidded eyes as she plays with her hair: drawing on the strands and letting them fall back down behind her head. Derek carefully tugs at her to come up next to him, flipping over while he waited for the conversation to finish. He watches, eyes calculating as Jun plays with her hair.
Jun wrinkles her nose at him and stays right where she was.
Derek rolls his eyes at her while the caller starts talking again.
She draws languorous circles on her skin where the curve of her rear meets her outer thigh. She hitches the foot of her upper leg behind the knee of the other. Her foot describes loose shapes. Sometimes her toes would curl.
Derek keeps watching her, almost loosing track of the conversation...he has to pull his eyes away when it's his turn to talk again, "Yeah, 4 am...on 713..." his eyes pop open a little wider at the next bit of conversation, and he hurriedly answers, "No, Leela, I'm fine. And Jun knows where I am..."
Jun giggles explosively. She hugs herself, claps a hand over her mouth and kicks her heels.
Derek raises an eyebrow and grabs one of Jun's ankles, pulling her closer. 'Almost done, and now you're really in trouble!' he mouthed, grinning
Jun holds him round the thigh and gives him a slow, soft squeeze. Derek grabbing her ankle turned her into gooseflesh. Her desire flows like her blush. Painting her from cheeks to stomach with a red, glow. She
sits up and yanks on his waistband. Hard.
Derek closed his eyes when Jun gets hold of him. He has to concentrate again to remember he has hold of a phone and is talking to someone. "Will do, Leela. Get some rest yourself," he gets out before Jun yanks off the pants entirely. He holds the gasp this time, but grins at her, "4am," he confirms to Leela, "See you then." Jun's hand works busily at her fly. Hurriedly, Derek snaps the phone shut, skillfully removing the battery with two motions and tossing both phone and pack to the ground.
Jun looks up from re-buttoning her fly.
"Now...You," he growls, and makes a grab for Jun.