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[ Apparently he assumed all wrong. She wanted nothing to do with a reminder from home. Derek loosened the throttled and pulled off to the side. ]

Look...if it makes any difference, I was trying to keep my life before here to myself. It's one thing to be an FBI agent, another to be a profiler. I didn't wanna spend nights out talking about chasing monsters which I can't even talk in detail about...

[ He felt her stiff behind him when she demanded he stop his bike. If she didn't want to sleep with him anymore, Derek could deal with that more than to have alienated someone he enjoyed spending time with. Learning she somewhat shared his profession also made Angie someone who'd understand when he'd have a nightmare or look distant from the memory of a case. ]

[No, he assumed wrong. It's not that she gets reminders of home. Those never go away; either it's a nightmare or something that pings her brain into remembering the horribleness day in and day out. There's no escaping that. Angela's problem is that Derek has a shit way of supplying information and even shittier way of avoiding the whole give and take aspect of their budding friendship.

Whatever Derek was doing, he's doing terrible at it because under the helmet, Angela's eyes grow wide and round and she can't yank the helmet off fast enough so she can shove him hard with it.]

You're a profiler? In the BAU? Are you practicing your creeper act to relate to them? Is this how the FBI trains you guys? It never occurred to you to say "Oh, you work with the FBI? I'm in the FBI." Did you think I enjoy talking about all the shit we send you guys on a daily basis? Do I look like I need to be committed? How did you become a profiler and didn't think that telling me you know my name before I've even given it to you would make me think you have issues? Do you know how many whackjobs I've had find out my personal information and send me hearts in the mail? How many times I've had to change my phone number because of weirdo late night heavy breathing phone calls?

[Well. Certainly getting a mouthful from her, but to be honest, it's more out of a rush of fear leaving her and relief settling into the empty space at the bottom of her stomach. Even Brennan's not this bad at people.]

Angie--

[ He'd barely tilted the bike to a side for it to rest when she was scrambling off it, no care whatsoever of how high her skirt just went. Christ. Derek swung his leg around while taking off the helmet, letting it sit on the seat she vacated only to have the one she was wearing flung into his chest. ]

Angela.

[ He might as well have said nothing. She continued ranting at him furiously. What she said made sense and a heavy pang of guilt hit him by the time she stopped for breath. Derek set her helmet into the nearby saddlebag without having to break eye contact. His face was probably the most serious she'd ever seen it while holding something of an apology in his gaze. ]

I didn't wanna be that guy here. Back home, I would've disclosed it just like you said. Here? I wanted a break from the job that's consumed my life. I've got no one to come home to at night other than a dog because someone's always out there doing the unimaginable that needs to be stopped. Monsters that don't just torture or kill helpless people that are strangers to me but even people I know and care about. In some cases, right in front of me. ...

[ It wasn't a guilt trip by any means, even if the apology in his eyes had started to fade. Derek might have gone about it all wrong but he couldn't stand being compared to any of the unsubs he'd chased with his team. He brought himself down a notch when the anger bubbled in his chest. Angela had every right to be angry with him. His anger was at feeling like once again, his career choice ruined something good for him. ]

...I don't know how you feel about it. I know how I feel about it and I projected my mindset on you, I'm sorry. I've avoided being around law enforcement types while I'm here. Just for a little while, I wanted a life where my biggest worry is making sure my dog gets walked.

[ Derek dared to close the distance between them as he spoke. If it was goodbye, he wanted her to really see him first. All the scars on his body she might have thought were from football or DIY projects were something else. Yet, he'd done so much dodging that maybe she didn't give a rat's ass what his story was now. He waited for a response with a pleading gaze that she'd understand. ]

Then don't be. I'm not asking you to be that guy. I'm asking you to be honest. Don't assume you can make the decisions for me. Give me the information and let me deal with it like I'm capable of dealing with it.

[That's what's rubbing her raw here. He took the opportunity for her to make her own choice about how she felt about him. Not that she feels much more than anything a bit above fuck buddies right now, but Angela doesn't just sleep with anyone, contrary to popular belief. She only beds those she has a connection with, something she felt that night she met Derek even if Angela assumed it was a temporary on. It's in danger of being severed if he kept withholding the tiniest bit of information from her because of how he feels she should feel. Maybe he lied about the flipping houses, who knows. All Angela knows right now if that he took and didn't give anything back until it was too late because he thought he could speak for her.

She holds her hands up, palms forward, to stop him. For talking, not moving, actually. He's preaching to the choir and for a man who said he didn't want to spend the night talking about what they come across at their jobs, Derek's sure saying a lot about it.]

Stop. Don't say that like I don't know how it happens. I know far too much about that already.

[Angela doesn't and won't give him details. Kirk was someone so important to her that she lost far too soon to those monsters. So is Brennan, Hodgins, Booth, Cam, and even Zack. All of them were hit by those monsters some way or another and she doesn't feel like they are her stories to tell. Not to Derek. Not yet, anyway. Not until she feels sure enough that he's willing to give back what he's gotten from her.]

This needs to be give and take, not me giving you information about me and you avoiding my questions. Just tell me what you don't want to answer. I can take a no.

I didn't lie to you, Angie. --I'm not tryin' to justify, just clarify.

[ He put his own hand up, out to the side as if to ask she hear him out for that moment. ]

What I did tell you was real. I know I skirted a lot, thinking the subject was going to come full circle to being with the Bureau. But I didn't lie about what I shared.

[ His hand had fallen back to his side. Derek felt that they were still at an impasse. She had a right to stop wanting him in her life but he wanted to set the record straight. While he understood her point, he wasn't so sure she fully understood his. He sure as hell never meant for anyone to feel like his keeping the life he had before Eudio as some kind of affront to who they were as a person. ]

And how's that gonna work? --Telling you I don't wanna answer. I don't know any woman who's good with being shut down on conversation. How long before "I don't wanna talk about it" leaves you feeling the exact same way; one sided?

[ He learned that lesson at a young age, seeing his father die when they were just supposed to pick up milk from the store. His father died a hero to someone else. It took years for Morgan to realize he'd followed in his old man's footsteps. Maybe that was what kept him from genuine attempts at a relationship. Then again, seeing Hotch lose the mother of his child because of a psychopath from a case wasn't all that encouraging either. ]

I was wrong for making decisions for you--I get that. But if we're gonna be honest here, let's be honest. In one respect or another, everything I do comes back to being a Fed. Because that's the job.

[ There were times Derek felt cursed which stemmed all the way back to his childhood. More than the loss of his father, he was damaged goods thanks to a predator in his neighborhood. Being physically fit and working hard at everything was a way to fight that voice inside. Maybe he'd never have an inner peace but Morgan did everything in his power to bring some to others--be it volunteering as a big brother or flipping properties for lower income families. He tried giving others a chance that he didn't have.

Yet he didn't see that about himself. ]

Except here. The only expectation anyone has here is for a good time. And I just screwed that up.

[ His hands went out, exasperated. He folded his arms quickly over his chest. Frustration was heavy on his face but no longer was he asking forgiveness or making an apology. ]

It goes without saying that I don't want anyone knowing my job before coming here but I'll say it. Last thing I wanted to do was scare you. [ His face softened briefly. ] I'm sorry about that.

I'm not just any woman. You're really awful at reading people for a profiler.

[She runs a hand through her hair and sighs loudly, tension in her shoulders flowing out with the breath as she tips her head back to look up at the sky. For someone so damn hot, Derek is incredibly frustrating.

This is probably what other people feel like when dealing with Angela.]

Fine. You didn't lie, so let me rephrase that. All I ask if that people be straightforward with me. When I say I can take a no, I mean it. I can be an asshole, but not the kind of asshole who pushes when someone says they don't want to talk about something. Give me a little more credit here.

[Angela feels like there's so much more to Derek than he's actually telling her, but if he wants to play Secret Squirrel, then there isn't anything she can pump out of him before he's good and ready. That is a battle she's not willing to fight tonight. Instead, she looks back down at him and reaches out to rub his chest where she threw the helmet with a little more force than she intended.]

I didn't mean to hit you. I just got scared and panicked. [A crooked smile curls the corners of her mouth upwards.] And yeah, you screwed it up, but I left my purse at your place and you're my only ride back.

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I wasn't tryin' to profile you. Most people really hate that. I can, if you wanna remain off speaking terms.

[ Angela possibly touched a nerve by telling him he wasn't good at his job. He didn't scowl or sulk, speaking very matter of fact yet his words were evident he was on the defensive. His arms still crossed over his chest only emphasized a defensive posture. Yet that demeanor subdued when she asked for some credit. She hadn't been one to keep pushing or they wouldn't have continued to see each other. He hadn't just let anyone know where he lived. Maybe he had profiled a little to keep the clingy chicks at bay. ]

Alright. I've got no problem saying no or hearing it. Neither do you. I don't kiss and tell so no one's hearing from me who you are. I'd appreciate the same courtesy. Seems like we've got that all straight.

[ His arms finally unfolded when she approached, consciously aware of having had walled himself off and wanting to open up some at her approach. He held a soft smirk at her slight smile, taking the intiative of putting his hands on her familiar hips and closing the gap between them. ]

I'm a lot less scary than I look. Unless someone fucks with you in a way you don't want. Then you'll see scary when I kick their ass six ways from Sunday.

[For two people who are just fucking and not the least bit dating, they sure do make up pretty quick after an argument. Better for them because maybe she'll be in the mood when they get back to his house and give him what he tried to get earlier.

Angela rolls her eyes with a laugh as she leans into his touch, forgetting they were on an ice cream run for the moment.]

Oh, so what, you're my knight in shining motorcycle armor now? Hold on while I swoon.

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No need to be a smart ass. [ Said with a smile then a kiss to her forehead. Her body might have said one thing but what Angela said reminded Derek of the task at hand. He stepped away after the kiss and picked up each helmet, holding out the one she wore. ] You decide which way we head.

There's never a need to be a smart ass, but when have I ever let that stop me?

[Before he pulled away too far, she yanks him back by the lapels of his shirt and slams her lips right on his mouth in a quick but clearly hinting peck. If he's going to kiss her, he better do it right.]

You still owe me ice cream, but maybe we can pick up a few other things. I have something in mind, so the grocery store?

[ It was tempting to quip that she never had met Reid but Derek wouldn't bring up the boy genius yet. She had to know there were times it was necessary to be a smart ass. ...He'd touch on that subject later. The pull of his shirt and kiss made him forget the argument and a trip to the store. He smiled devilishly, bringing his arms around and walking her body back to his bike to leave the helmets on the saddle in an effort to free his hands. ]

I've got something in mind too. Before the store.

[She may not have met Reid, but she is still friends with Zack. Those two are not all that different from each other. No matter what Angela just said, she still retains a measure of tact.]

Really? I can't begin to think of what that could possibly be. Can I get a hint?

[Honestly, if he knew what other items at the grocery store she had in mind, he'd might want to remember that patience if a virtue.]

[ Angela only had herself to blame. He was usually patient but she was a terrible tease (the best kind, really). It wasn't as if he wouldn't have stamina for whatever she had in mind from the store. His hips pinned her just enough to the motorcycle saddle that she should have been able to feel the bulge hardening at his crotch. Regardless of his growing state, Derek was happy to banter a bit more. ]

You want a hint. Hmm. [ He looked away, pensive for a moment before looking back and uttering with an impish grin. ] How 'bout something hot and black in you that's not coffee?

[She's heard no complaints from him yet and thus she will continue teasing him until neither of them can take playing the game anymore. Angela's learned how easy it is to get Derek riled up and hot for her, especially since she denied him a taste of her earlier. The feeling's mutual and it really doesn't take much from him to get her panties wet.

However, that doesn't stop her from grimacing and then laughing at his awful attempt at innuendo. No sir, that one is not going to work tonight.]

Wow. That was really bad. Did you even try on that one?

Got you to laugh, didn't it? I think it did its job.

[ He wouldn't utter the words just yet but he did love her smile. Derek didn't wait for an invitation but dipped his head and locked lips with Angie. His want was obvious but he was never one to push his needs above someone else's comfort level. Yet if she was willing...

His hips did something of a side to side grind, rubbing the bulge at his crotch into the junction of her legs while continuing to sandwich Angela with his bike. ]

I want you.

[ The words were growled at her lips as if his physical condition wasn't enough of a sign. ]

[Damn him and his distracting mouth. Sass almost makes it way out of her before she's being kissed and falling right into line with it, like a peg sliding into a perfectly shaped hole. It's scary how well they fit with each other just like that and Angela isn't capable of thinking too much on it right now, thankfully. That cock of his pressing insistently into her hips is rather distracting anyway, enough that she breaks off the kiss to question his full intentions.]

Right here?

[She clearly doesn't sound like she has a problem with it--not a huge one anyway--but this would definitely be a new stage for them. It's be a far cry from getting fingered in the back of a cab.]

[ His brown eyes were dark with want, staring intently into hers when she pulled from the kiss. Derek replied huskily in case she didn't read his look correctly. ]

Right here. Now.

[ Between the height of the motorcycle saddle and the helmets he propped on top of it, there was some coverage for any traffic that passed on the road behind them. Not that Derek seemed to care if there was or wasn't. His hands had let go of the headgear and moved to her thighs to collect up her skirt if she gave a green light. ]

Ah, but don't you want to wait to see what I have planned?

[Of course, she's just teasing him. It is a blackout after all, and with the exception of a few headlights, there's only the dark of night around them. Between that and the bike, they'd look like any other canoodling couple displaying a bit of innocent PDA ass required by the city and not two people who can barely keep their clothes on around each other giving into their basest desires.]

I mean, far be it from me to wear you out this early, but I thought what I had in mind was pretty good...

[She keeps talking, taunting him, yet her hand manages to make its way past his belt and zipper, deep enough to get around his cock for a firm stroke.]

Oh, I most assuredly do.

[ He responded with an impish grin, his dick getting to the final stages of hardness in her hand. Her skirt was hiked up and his hands took a firm hold of her ass. Derek squeezed his handfuls before easily lifting her to the bike saddle. It was her turn to complete the union. ]

What makes you think you'll wear me out with just one round? Just an appetizer before the main course.

I don't know. You were the one who said he wasn't a young man anymore and you are older than me by a few years, so...

[Feeling his hands on her ass, Angela remembers the first time they met and what happened to her panties in the back of the cab. Since she needs to keep something on under this skirt as they finish up the now forgotten grocery shopping, she reaches behind her and grabs a hold of his hand, shaking her head softly.]

I need these. I can't keep buying new ones.

I'll buy you a whole case.

[ The words were uttered in such a low octave that they damn near resonated in a growl. Yet he grabbed the sides and yanked them down instead of going against her wishes. She'd have to ride back with him on his bike and it was bad enough Angela was in a skirt, he wouldn't have her mooning Eudio.

Grocery shopping wasn't forgotten. It was simply on delay. He liked a surprise and would be worse than a kid on Christmas Eve, anxious to know what gifts were in store.

His rise back up to his feet found his jeans and boxer briefs hanging off his hips and his cock seeking her entrance. ]

[Okay, the fact that he can drop his voice that low should be entirely illegal in all states. Angela's shivering at the roughness of it, shuddering against his chest as she lifts her hips to help get her panties off. Once he has them in his hand, she snatches them away, only to tuck them into his back pocket for safe keeping.

Her heat welcomes him, beckons him into sliding home right where it feels like he belongs, but a quick moment of clarity pulls Angela's hand back from guiding him inside and up against his hips, pushing him away. Reluctantly as hell, but away.]

Derek... wait. [As much as it was killing her to stop him, they've both forgotten something extremely important here.] Condom.

[After all, she's certainly under no impression she's the only woman he's fucking in Eudio. Angela'd be a fool to think that. Besides, she's not about to leave here with any gifts that'll last the next eighteen years, even from a man who lives in her world. ]

[ She was killing him and it wasn't in the way of the French with their 'little death'. Yet, she was right so there wasn't more than a press of his forehead to hers as he stepped back to fish a packet out of his pocket. Derek quickly tore the package open with his teeth and made quick work of putting on the condom without his eyes leaving hers or even bothering to move her skirt out of the way. He was something of a pro, especially in Eudio.

He kissed Angela almost angrily while guiding his sheathed cock to her pussy. The tryst was planned as no more than a quickie given their surroundings. Cuddle City or not, there easily could've been laws against indecent exposure. However, the danger of getting caught didn't seem to dissuade him from rethinking the moment. ]

Hold onto the helmets.

[ The statement came out like an order without that being his intention. His already deep voice lowered with want, notable in the instruction he gave. Derek was holding onto the saddle so the bike wouldn't tip over away from them. If he disappointed her now, he'd make up for it later. ]

[Even with the speed he's going to get the condom, it stills feel like it's too long before he's inside her and her breath is caught in her throat again. He's so thick that she still hasn't gotten used to his size enough to not be surprised by how wide he parts her folds. Jesus, she really needs for him to keep his promise to her on being able to go again later because once with Derek is quickly becoming not enough.

This may become a problem down the line if he keeps indulging her like this.

Angela would really rather wrap her arms around his shoulders and dig her nails into that strong back of his, but this isn't a time or the place to brook an argument on where her hands should go. She does what he says without hesitating, part of the fact that the need in his voice is clear and damn it's aggressive enough to awake that submissive part of her. That leg of hers, though, it creeps up to his waistline regardless of where he wants it, opening her up more to him so that even in this awkward position, he'll hit every inch of her.]

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