bakerstreet | tuesday's texting

[She took one look at that text and shook her head, grinning and laying her phone back down. She ignored it for a few more minutes before she picked it back up and sent him a picture of her face, brow raised and mouth ticked up in an amused smile.]

That's not very specific.

The one where your face is flushed, your nose scrunched up a little, and your mouth open as you pant. I like you panting.

Ah, that one. What about it? Eager to see it again?

I wouldn't mind it, though right now I'm also pretty fond of the previously mentioned notion of taking you from behind. You've a lovely ass.

I can picture you now. Looming over me, pushing me into the couch from behind, keeping me there. You'd probably bite more hickeys into my neck.

[It was a good image, one he stroked himself to slowly. Masturbation wasn't really his forte. He liked partners. Admiration. Mutual pleasure. But picturing her generally got him worked up.]

I'd turn you into a spotted cop, bites all over your back.

I like them, you know. They're a pain in the ass to cover up, but I like looking at them in the mirror when I'm by myself. They make me think of you.

[There was that heady rush he felt whenever she approved of him. It was ridiculous how much a few words could affect him, but he found himself speeding his stroking at the thought.]

Then I'll be sure to leave a picture for you to look at later.

[She had about... oh, less than two hours until she got off work. And she would be lying if she said this wasn't affecting her, didn't have a rush of heat slick between her thighs. She really, really should try to get her work done, but hell, she was enjoying the thrill of doing this with him.

So when he finally got a response back, it was just a picture of her, standing in what looked like a restroom. The top buttons of her shirt were undone, enough to give him a pretty generous view of the fading but still prominent 'Lucifer was here' marks lining her neck and trailing down her chest in a red and purple swash, continuing down until they disappeared further into her shirt.]

[He groaned, resting his phone on his face. She was going to be the death of him. He felt that tight heat in the base of his cock, surprised he was capable of being close so quickly. Well, she was a good sex muse.]

I'll put those to shame.

I know.

[And another picture, this time further down her chest, showing a particularly large mark right on her breast above her bra line.]

[He remembered leaving that one, remembered how his fingers had been in her, and she'd had a fist in his hair, tugging him closer while she fought with whether she'd wanted him down more or up. He felt a lick of pleasure threaten him, toes curling as he leaned back a little.]

I believe this is going to be the soonest I've ever had an orgasm after starting before. Kudos.

It's an honor.

Wish I could be there now.

So do I. You'd best take off whatever underwear you're wearing before leaving the precinct. I'll destroy it.

What, these?

[Have a flash of the lacy black panties she's wearing, Lucifer.]

[If he were a normal man, he might feel embarrassed about how the sight of her underwear had him coming, hand gripping himself as he shot white stripes of come up over his shirt.

Fortunately for both of them, he was not.]

That did it. I need to go change and then stop by the market. 2 hours, yes?

Yes.

[Sent, complete with a little devil emoji.]

[And because he was who he was, he took a picture of himself, arm stretched out to get the entirety of his current look; pants open, cock spent but still half hard against his belly, and come ruining his shirt. He sent that along with a text.]

See you then. ;) :x

[She took that image in this time, now that she was alone, and let out a slow, shaky breath. As fun as it was to tease him, getting through the rest of her day would prove... challenging. She tucked her phone away and buttoned herself back up, clamoring out of the cramped bathroom stall and walking back out to her desk, brushing off some of the looks being thrown her way. It's not like any of them knew.

The end of her shift couldn't come fast enough. If anyone asked if she was in a hurry on the drive home, she would've lied. Her arousal had died down a bit since she'd lasted texted him, but she could still feel that uncomfortable heat between her legs, rising up from low in her belly. As she pulled into her driveway she smiled when she saw his car parked there, and she had the dumbest, fleeting urge to do something silly like check her hair in her rearview mirror.

She called out to him as she opened the door, halfway prepared to be knocked over right there on her doorstep.]

[Well, he wouldn't want to disappoint. Dinner, for the most part, was ready. It just needed the sauce to be heated and drizzled over and voila. So he could turn his attention from that and focus on listening for her car. And when he heard it, he went to the door, hiding just alongside the wall and waiting... waiting... waiting--

She stepped in and he grabbed her, pulling her to him even as he kicked the door closed. He spun her around, pressing her back to his front as he nipped at the bend of her neck.]

Welcome home...

[His other hand slid down, cupping her through her pants as he started to walk them over towards her couch.]

[Her attention had been momentarily caught by the smell of food and lack of his presence before she registered that she was being ambushed, pulled into his body and held there against the hard planes of his chest. In any other circumstance, it would be easy to break out of his hold, but his lips over her neck and the low tenor of his voice in her ear were a welcome greeting.

She quickly dropped whatever she was holding and allowed him to move her over to the couch, hands braced against the back as she jutted her hips back towards him, smirking in satisfaction when she could already feel him growing rigid against her ass.]

I see you've been busy.

I can be, when I put my mind to it. Especially if I've got the right incentive. I've found -- [His hands were busy as he spoke, the hand cupping her pressing in, moving in small circles to tease pressure over her mound, the other moving to start flicking open the button on her jeans.] -- that you, my dear, can be incredibly encouraging incentive.

Yeah, I can feel where all that encouragement is going.

[She bit her lip as he pressed into her, one of her hands drifting between them to help him get her zipper down.]

Can you?

[He grinned, pressing his cock against her ass as her pants were finally undone. He took the hand that had been adding pressure and lifted it to slip in past the open flaps, checking to see whether or not she'd done away with her underwear.]

I can feel a lot more than encouragement.

[He would notice that she was still wearing her underwear, but they were damp and practically clinging to the space between her legs. She let out an unsteady exhalation as she reached back to tug her pants down, quickly shuffling them down over her hips.]

Trust me. You've made that more than obvious.

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