bakerstreet | sexting

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.

Anne smiled at the gesture but his next sentence had her eyes narrowed a bit, as if she'd been issues a challenge. Still she smiled and nodded slowly.

"I'm certain you're quite right, Mister Wyatt. Once I'm done today I think the first thing I'll do is get straight into bed - been chilly lately, hope I'll be warm enough," Anne chuckled.

But she let him go and went back to her work. George returned a couple times with a few different layout options that she approved of and they sent to their father for the final word on. Anne had been busily editing a culture editorial when her phone went off. When she saw his picture she blushed and it took a moment to compose herself before she was able to get back to work again. But not before she quick snapped a shot of her sweater pulled all the way down to expose her breasts and positioned one hand to teasingly squeeze one. Attached was a quick little message that read:

Don't you dare start without me!

Finally her work was finished and she left a little after four. Anne quickly got into her car and returned to her apartment. As she stepped inside she smiled when she found Thomas with his laptop on his lap on her couch. She closed the door and stepped behind the couch to lean over him a bit and gently kiss his forehead.

"Hard at work I see - how's it coming?"

Thanks love :) Spilled soda.

He hadn't, but it had come close. That was some picture. Wyatt shook his head, amused, and wished he could include a scene like that in his story. The 'girl sends a pic of her breasts', not 'boy spills soda' scene. Though, why not that, too? Execpt it wasn't that kind of story.

Anne's apartment was so nice and quiet, it was too easy for him to get lost in his writing so that while he did hear her coming home, he didn't fully register it. Until the kiss on the forehead.

He tilted up his head, smiling. "Hey, babe. Hm, yeah, it's coming." He reached for her hand and pulled her forward to get a proper kiss over his shoulder. It was so, so good to have her all to himself now.

She leaned down to kiss him properly. Both hands came down his chest from behind as she rested her head on his shoulder.

"That's good," she smiled. "Are you ever going to let me read it?"

Anne chuckled a bit as she nuzzled his neck. Then she remembered: "...you didn't really spill soda in here did you?"

He gave a contented little hum and stroked her arm while finishing the sentence with one finger and then closing the laptop. Wyatt didn't guard his texts in a jealous manner, not from her. He never hid his laptop from her sight or closed it in a panic, but he still wanted to choose the moment when he'd let her truly read his writings.

"Maybe... if you behave," he teased. He set the laptop on the small table in front of the couch. Her question made him laugh a bit.

"Worried, were you, that I've made a mess? Nah. See?" He pointed toward the empty soda can that sat very neatly on a coaster.

"No spillage anywhere." He tapped his now free lap. "Come and sit here. I don't want to talk over my shoulder. How are you? Tired?"

Anne gave a teasing little smile as he closed the laptop and moved it to the table.

"Oh, if you're waiting for me to behave, my dear, you'll be waiting forever. You know me, when have I ever behaved? I'm all naughty..." Anne purred before she rounded the couch and settled into his lap. "Straight down to my core."

Anne didn't straddle his lap, rather she settled her rear on his lap and let her knees bend a little over his legs to rest her feet on the couch. She leaned against him though, let her face nuzzle against his neck while her chest rested against his.

"A little, but being around you makes me happy, gives me energy," she brushed her lips against his neck. "I'm so glad you came, Thomas."

"Now where did I say you must behave well?" he laughed and welcomed her into his arms, wrapping a hand over her waist so that they were snugly against each other.

"You smell good." He breathed into her dark hair.

"I don't believe you're naughty to the core. You've always been so lovely to me. So... why wouldn't I come?" To be honest, he had practically invited himself.

Anne smiled and nuzzled the top of his head as he breathed in the scent of her hair. "Thanks - I try. You smell pretty good yourself."

His hair especially always had a light, pleasant scent to it. She'd been meaning to ask him what shampoo he used, but it never really came up in conversation.

"Well of course I'm good to you - you're so good to me, how could I be anything else?" She nuzzled the tip of her nose against his and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Do you have any idea how difficult it was to focus on work after meeting you in the archives?" Not to mention after he sent that picture to her.

"You're cute... no, you're cute... yeah but you're cuter...," he cooed in a silly voice and chuckled. "We're just a pair of regular old softies, aren't we?"

Wyatt kissed her nose. "I might have a little clue of just how difficult it was."

He turned his gaze from her face to her legs, resting over his. His hand moved over her pencil skirt in a dreamy manner and then slipped under it, touching her inner thigh.

He looked up and grinned. "I can not send you pictures if you prefer."

Anne rolled her eyes and gently swatted her hand against his chest. "Softies, right - we're absolute fools for love."

Her gaze followed the movement of his hand. As his fingers slipped under her skirt her breath caught in her chest. Anne's dark eyes glanced up to catch his gaze and hold it as he touched her.

"No, I enjoy them - and with how hard I work I could use the distraction now and again," her hand rubbed against his chest slowly. Then she leaned in to brush her lips against his.

He captured those lips before they escaped his reach. Kissing her, Wyatt pulled his hand away from her thigh and instead wrapped it under her knees. The other hand took good hold of her around her upper body.

He reluctantly broke off the kiss, but he knew that if he tried to get up from the soft couch with their mouths connected, he'd risk a painful clattering of teeth.

"Um.. .it's past my bedtime. And I believe you were cold." He failed to keep his face serious.

Wyatt eased himself to the edge of the couch first, then got on his feet with Anne in his arms. After taking a few steps towards to bedroom, he stopped.

"Condoms? They're in my jacket but if you have...?" His jacket was in the hall and the condoms in the pocket. He'd carry her there if needed.

Edited (didn't want to leave the end hanging) 2014-11-05 13:56 (UTC)

Anne's arms wrapped around his neck as she felt his hands move. She could guess what he was planning.

"Mmm, nearly five o'clock, yes we should have been in bed much sooner," Anne chuckled.

She thought for a moment as he mentioned condoms. "Hmmm...I think I still have a few in the top drawer of my nightstand."

Anne nodded, fairly certain she had some.

"Oh yes, about six hours ago," he smiled and carried her to the bedroom.

The bed itself looked untouched. There was no trace of his photographic event; the covers were all straightened out like in a hotel room with the exception that it was a lot cozier here than in a hotel.

He stopped in his tracks again. First, to give her a kiss and then to consider his next move. She was probably expecting him to lower her directly on the bed, and he didn't want to be predictable. Freeing her legs, he set her standing on the floor in front of him and went to search for the zipper of her skirt. With women's clothes one could never be sure where buttons or zippers were, but find it he did and was able to drop the skirt on the floor and reveal her lace panties.

His own sweater and t-shirt came off in a fluid motion.

Anne was a little confused as he stood before her bed. When he set her to the floor instead of the bed. She smiled as he reached for her zipper and ran her fingers through his hair.

So there she stood with her skirt removed. Anne stepped out of it as he removed his shirts. With a teasing smile she brought her fingers around the hem of her own sweater and moved it up just slightly, so that he could see just the underside of her breasts.

"Shall I remove mine as well?" Anne chuckled.

He simply took that as an invitation to cup her breasts. "Whatever makes you more confortable," he murmured against her lips before sliding his hands up so that she basically had to lift up her arms and let him pull the shirt over her head.

Then he went down on his knees and started kissing her all over, his hands moving up and down her sides. His lips were on her thighs, her panties, and stomach. His tongue trailed around her bellybutton and he blew cool air over the area.

Wyatt looked up and pushed Anne gently towards the bed.

((ooc: using one of my inspiration pictures))

Anne smiled and sighed softly as he pulled her sweater over her head. When he got down on his knees before her, Anne smiled and again ran her fingers through his hair. The fluttering touch of his lips against her skin, especially over her thighs and her lower belly made Anne sigh and moan softly.

She moved back to the bed as he pushed her. Gracefully she dropped back and sat on the bed, looping one finger around his belt loop and tugging him closer. Anne palmed his bulge and smiled up at him.

"Seems we're a bit unevenly matched here," slowly she undid the button and pulled down the zipper. "We don't need these anymore, I assume?"

He laughed quietly, approvingly, of her actions and reached out to tuck a curl of hair behind her ear.

"Want to see if reality matches the photo, huh?" Well, she ought know it already. Wyatt got out of his jeans and underwear in a straightforward manner and frowned.

"And now you're wearing too much." His fingers went for the waistline of her panties; she simply needed to lift up her hips so he could remove this last piece of garment between them.

Her only response to his first question was a tilt of her brow and a soft nibble at her lower lip. Anne watched with interest as he dropped his pants and stood naked before her. When he reached for her panties Anne lifted her hips to let him pull them off.

"Ooh...much better," she purred. Anne leaned up to kiss him hard once her panties were removed. "It's so lonely down here though, love. All by myself on this great, big bed - come join me."

Anne brought one hand up and curled her finger in a beckoning gesture, wanting him so badly after all the teasing they'd already done today.

She didn't need to ask twice but he figured she wouldn't object if he took two seconds to admire her nakedness. Or maybe three seconds.

Then he closed the distance by bringing their lips together and gently urging her to lie down on the bed. One hand on the mattress, the other over her breast, Wyatt loomed over her and kissed her throat.

His kisses trailed down; tongue flicking over smooth skin.

"Anything you want?" he asked, looking up.

Anne followed his direction, leaning back, tipping her head to allow him access to more of her skin. She so loved his attention and his touch at her neck.

When he trailed lower, Anne tipped her head down to watch and stroked his hair slowly. She hummed happily as her fingers went lower on his back, along his spine.

"I already have what I want - you, here, in my bed," Anne smiled as she bent down to kiss the top of his head. "Take me, love."

He leaned up to smack a wet kiss on her lips. "Top drawer, you said?" Because, yes, there was a minor detail to take care of first. Wyatt scooted down on the bed, his hands and mouth sliding along her curves.

The search through her nightstand was quick; he found the package he was looking for and tore it open while keeping his eyes on Anne. "Hang on..." Jumping back on the bed as soon as the condom was on, he grabbed her behind knees and pulled her toward him.

He smiled. "God, you're gorgeous." With that, his head dipped down and disappeared between her legs.

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