bakerstreet | sexting

More pictures? I'm in. Can try yoga if it's like Twister.

Oh I'd be more than happy to show you a few positions

Now? I need to go to the archives.

Well you DID mention something about office workouts didn't you? ;)

I meant are you coming or not?

Of course! Just need a minute to finish this report - don't start without me!

Going now. E3.

Down to the basement he went and waited for her in a quiet corner of the archives, behind the shelf E3.

About ten minutes go by before he gets this message:

On my way

Another minute or so and she steps into the archives and soon appears to him in the designated section, E3.

"Miss me?"

Ten minutes is a f u c k i n g long time to wait. Still, Wyatt knew when not to disturb her. He wore out the floor walking back and forth and considered gnawing his fingers like that Parker girl.

Finally the voice he wanted to hear!

Was Anne ready to be shoved against the wall? Ready or not, that's the position she was going to find herself in, with Wyatt's lips on hers.

Anne may not have been ready but she was absolutely willing. She returned that kiss with equal need and passion. Her arms flew around his neck as her body acted on instinct and arched into his even as he pressed her to the wall.

"That had better be a good report," he whispered, shifting the focus to her neck. His fingers tugged at the collar of her top.

Hey, he had to be sure she hadn't lied about not wearing a bra!

"I always prepare good reports," Anne gasped, arching her neck, offering more of her skin to him. Wanting his attention, his touch at her neck.

She couldn't help chuckling as he tugged at her top. Anxious to have his touch at her bare breasts.

He kissed the top of her breast while letting his right hand move down to her waist and then up under the shirt. Just like a teenager who aimed for the 'second base'.

"I missed you," he admitted now. "You feel so good." His hips pinned Anne to the wall.

She smiled and gave a pleased little hum, the fingers of one hand moving approvingly through his hair while the fingers of the other hand reached up to the wall behind her. Anne's body arched at his touch, craving more, like always.

"God, I missed you too..." She sighed. "So much...so much..."

Wyatt muffled her moans with a kiss while he explored the silky skin of her breast. His other hand slid down to her waist and below, keeping her close, knowing she could feel him right through his jeans.

"When... when do you get off from work?" It wasn't even luch time yet!

Anne kissed him back with new urgency, bringing her hands down, hooking her fingers into his jeans and pulled him that much more against her. Feeling his erection through the fabric of their clothes just made her that much more eager.

"Four o'clock," She gasped. "What about...what about you?"

"Ummh... around two?" He didn't do full hours. He could leave once the afternoon meeting was over.

"Give me keys to your place?"

"They're in my purse, in my office," she replied. "When you come in with your next submission before you go today, I'll give them to you then."

"Okay. Can't wait." He chuckled, brushing his nose to hers. "I kind of... need to go. Now. You know..." Before he embarrassed himself. She'd gotten him way too excited.

Wyatt stroked the side of her face and leaned in for one more heavy kiss.

Anne chuckled and nodded in agreement. "Me too."

But that didn't stop her from bringing up both hands to cup his jaw and hold him in place for that kiss.

"I'll go first...give you some time to settle," she stuck the tip of her tongue out teasingly at him, flicking it against his lower lip teasingly.

Uh-huh. He's not exactly holding still with the way his body squirms onto hers, but it's nice of her to give him time to calm down. Enjoy your lonely elevator ride, Anne.

He doesn't see her during lunch nor before his meeting is over. Then he sends a text, just to be sure he's not barging into her office when her father is there.

You're alone?

Edited 2014-11-02 17:01 (UTC)

The rest of Anne's day consisted of organizing leads for future stories, distributing them to the appropriate reporters, and editing the stories for next edition. She had just about finished with the latter when George busted into her office with a stack of more stories for editing. He hung around, toying with the layout for tomorrow's edition while Anne edited. After a while his yammering proved to be too much for Anne's nerves and she sent him out.

Which was excellent timing given that two minutes later she received that text message.

Yes, but you'll have to be quick - George was just here, he could come back.

He wasn't far and actually saw George (who didn't see him), though wasn't aware the dear brother had just left Anne's office. At any rate, Wyatt was at her door possibly sooner than she would have expected.

He rattled his fingers against the doorframe.

"My lady? I came to bring this." He had a memory stick in his hands, containing some material from the meeting he attended. Which, admittedly, he could have sent by e-mail.

But she couldn't give him her keys in an e-mail.

Anne had barely sent the message and had started picking through her purse for her keys when she heard him come in. It took a minute to register how he'd gotten there so fast, but she was smiling soon enough and went back to her search, which only took a slight movement of her pocketbook to find her quarry.

She plucked the keys from her purse and concealed them between her fingers. As she reached for the memory stick, Anne maneuvered her fingers to slip her keys into his hand - just in case George came barging back in, he was less likely to see the exchange.

"Thank you, Mr. Wyatt," her brows arched a bit as she smiled a bit broader. "I'll go over these and get some more leads ready for you for tomorrow - I trust you have everything you need for the moment?"

Anne leaned back in her chair, twirling a lock of her hair around her finger. Of course she was referring to if he needed anything for the afternoon until she got home, but no one else really needed to know that.

The keys disappeared into his fist which he then brought up to his lips for a second.

"That's fine. All's set for now." It was too bad she was sitting behind her table. Wyatt didn't want to risk anyone seeing if he leaned in for a kiss. Never mind, they would be together again in a few hours.

"Don't work too long, miss Boleyn. If you don't mind me saying, you look a little tired. More time in bed and less in clubs would do you good." He nodded his head and grinned as he turned to leave.

Wyatt wasn't sure how well stocked her apartment would be, so he stopped at a corner store to buy a bottle of wine and some basic things for breakfast, should she let him stay the night. Arriving at her apartment, he had with him some fruit and a bag of bagels plus an assortment of fillings to go with them.

He had the intention of working on his original story before Anne got home, but first he couldn't resist sending her another racy picture. He stripped himself naked and after setting his camera on a timer, jumped to lie on her bed. It was a full body picture, but with one of his knees up, nothing very personal was showing. Still, he hoped it would tease her enough and make her not to delay coming home.

All ready for you my love <3

Then (back to wearing clothes again) he settled on the couch, a can of coke by his side and a laptop over his crossed legs.

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