bakerstreet | tuesday's texting

It's not like I'm planning to get knocked up anytime soon. I'd rather avoid that situation entirely, but if I could go back and choose whether or not I had Trixie, I wouldn't change a thing. She was more than worth it.

Yes, yes, your culmination of love between you and the Douche. Please. You'll put me off my appetite.

[Have another, slightly harder nudge from her.]

Hey, it's not about Dan. It's about... oh, forget it, it's hard to explain.

[She wasn't going to bother explaining that perfect moment when she first held her daughter in her arms; nothing she could say would make him understand, but she definitely didn't want him thinking it was because of her ex. No. No no.]

[He never would understand, but... he might learn to tolerate the small human more. Especially as she got older.]

I'm sure it is. Now, how about we forget about other beings in this moment and you tell me how your day was, mm?

This guy kept texting me pictures of his junk while I was trying to work. Kind of distracting, but you know, I pulled through. Other than that, fairly standard.

What a cad. I hope you plan on punishing him for such a rude endeavor.

[He sipped his wine, looking entirely innocent.]

I might have a few things in mind, but I have a feeling he'd just enjoy it all too much for it to have any lasting effect.

[And yet again, she nudged him with her foot, except she let it slide up his leg this time, until it was sitting right at his knee.]

Seems entirely unrepentant. I advice corporal punishment.

[He'd felt the small nudges, amused that he seemed to be falling into that odd couples activity where the woman felt she could kick or nudge the man when he'd done a bad thing. Then that changed and he felt that foot slide up along his leg. He licked his lips, setting his glass down and picking up his fork, knowing it was very likely he'd be hard before he finished.]

The seafood's fresh. Went to the market for it.

[His free hand slid under the table to her foot, fingers tickling over the top of it.]

Interesting, considering I think I was just on the other end of that awhile ago...

[She grinned at him from behind her glass, carefully setting it down to follow his example of picking up her fork and taking a bite of her food. Damn, he really was a good cook. As she ate, she looked at him from across the table, keeping up her footsie assault and watching the way tried to play it off.]

Mm, I can tell. It tastes great.

[She was definitely ticklish, unlike him, and she moved to get her foot away from him before she slowly began to edge it right back where it was.]

You were. And I rather liked that.

[Well, he wasn't playing it off entirely. His hand was creeping up along her ankle and he was shifting a little closer on his chair. Wouldn't want either of them falling out, of course.]

I'm glad you approve. I'll have to put it on the yes list.

[So the top of the foot was out. Maybe up along under her calf?]

Yeah, no kidding. You left a handprint behind, by the way.

[The calf felt more natural than the top of her foot, so she didn't flinch when touched there. His shift in position did serve to bring him a bit closer though, which had her foot pressed right across his thigh instead of his knee. She ate her food as innocently as she could, but was genuinely enjoying the meal.]

I didn't realize there even was a list.

Did I? I'd like to see that.

[His fingers played lightly over the skin of her leg, touching just because she was letting him and because he wanted to. The meal was easy enough to eat with one hand, and he could set the fork down and grab his wine instead when the need arose.]

Of course there is. "Things Detective Decker likes." It's broken up into subsets. Food, sex, clothes.

I'm sure you'll get an eyeful of it later.

[Well, if he was fine with her foot being there, then she might as well test her limits. He really was rubbing off on her too much, she decided, as her foot glided a little further over him until she could just barely touch her toes against his torso, not quite in that spot between his legs but getting close.]

You keeping track of my wardrobe choices, now?

[His hand tightened on her leg, but not to stop her. Just in response to that teasing touch. He did like this playful, adventurous side of hers.]

Yes. What lacy underthings you like and what you'll wear when I buy presents versus what stays in the back of your dresser.

[It was easier that it was just the two of them. It let her relax, have some fun with him without the consequences of getting caught. She felt the way his fingers tightened over her and pretended she didn't, foot staying where it was for a moment before trying to get in between his knees.]

Ah, I see. Should I give you free range of my dresser then? For your research?

You say that like I haven't already gone through it. Love that blue silk nightie. I think you should wear that at some point this week.

[He sipped a larger mouthful, watching her from across the table as she teased at him and realizing he wasn't going to make it much further without doing something. He was already mostly hard behind his pants, already thinking about tugging those sleep shorts down...]

Right. Why am I not surprised? Though if you like my underwear so much, feel free to wear them yourself. Might end up being a good look on you.

[That was mostly a joke, but damn it if the thought of him in her underwear wasn't giving her a little thrilling tingle. Huh.

She could feel him growing more and more rigid in his pants, a knowing smirk rising to her lips as she took her time taking another bite of food. And then she went and pressed in a little further until she was right over the tent in his pants, giving him a kneading little roll.]

I like them on you. Though, silk does feel nice on sensitive skin. And, for the record, I happen to like you wearing my shirts. I've been thinking of bringing over a few extra.

[Things she needed to share; her thoughts on him wearing her panties. Because he'd do it.

She touched him like that and he let out a shuddering sigh, hunching over a little but doing nothing to stop her. If anything he nudged his chair a little closer before reaching for the wine bottle.]

Top you up?

If I'm being completely honest, the idea of you in my stuff is a little... I think I'd be into it, is what I'm getting at. And if you did, I wouldn't complain; they're surprisingly comfortable.

[Oh, she noticed that, and she took way too much pleasure in it. Honestly, he was making it easy for her. Which meant that it was the perfect time to get her other foot playing over his thigh and lap to join the other one.]

Mm, yes, please.

... This whole... sharing thing. This information and chatting and getting to know one another? I like it. I also definitely like hearing what you like. We'll have to go raid your panty drawer and see what I can fit myself into.

[Lovely. Now he had both feet in his lap playing havoc with his control and he wasn't regretting it a bit. He smiled, something wicked in it as he topped her glass up, then his own, then settled his hands onto her legs. Food was becoming less appealing the harder his cock got.]

I don't know if it's the idea of a week with you or not, but you are... enticingly naughty today and I'm rather enjoying it.

Yeah, well, it's easier to share when I know you're probably down for almost anything. And I think I have a few in mind you might like; you can model them for me, since you and I both know you're a giant ham.

[That smile of his was doing things to her, both a promise for more and encouragement to keep going. It was part of why she was so open and 'naughty' right now; he was just so willing and nonjudgmental when it came to her wants that she felt she didn't have to hide it from him. Hell, he seemed to relish in it, was passionate in everything he did, and it made her more comfortable to do the same.

So now her food was mostly gone, and there she was, grinning at him from the other side of the table as she teased him, sliding forward in her chair until she was in a lower position at the table. Idiots, both of them.]

Blame it on the wine.

Love, consider me down for absolutely anything you can think of. I can't imagine anything you'd genuinely like that I'd find distasteful -- which isn't to say that I don't think you could think something rather nasty up, but I doubt you'd be into it. But as for the modeling, yes please. In fact, I insist on that as our after dinner activity.

[She slouched a bit more and he felt the pressure of her touch against his crotch, feeling a rather insistent urge to do something ridiculous, like rut against her feet. It should probably concern him how much he wanted to just do anything he could with her, but it didn't. It fascinated him.]

Why do that? I'd much rather blame it on you and then get you to do it again.

I'll keep that in mind for later.

[Said with a hint of teasing in her voice, but she meant it as well. He may not have been able to use his hypnotism thing to charm her, but he knew how to get her to open up to him.]

Do what again? This?

[Another rolling press of her feet against his crotch had her holding onto her chair so she could keep her balance. A smirk crossed her lips as she watched for his reaction, knowing enjoying the obvious signs of his arousal straining rigid against her.] You said you were a leg man, right? Should I have worn heels for this?

Bloody--

[He cut himself off when he felt the pressure, hands sliding up along her calves and kneading, massaging lightly as he lifted up, pressing his cock against the soles of her feet with a needy groan.]

I'm an everything man, Detective. Especially when it comes to you. Legs, breasts, tasty rump. But I'll admit, the idea of you wearing heels while doing this is... very, very tempting.

[His hands felt good against her calves, warm and strong and so encouraging she couldn't help but add more pressure just out of a desire to see him struggle more. At this point, she was going to continue either until he came in his pants or he did something about it himself.]

Maybe next time then. I'm pretty comfortable where I am at the moment. Aren't you?

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be nice if I could use the right words. >|

what are words anyway

daboodeeboda

gesundheit

... my response to that is crude and I'm trying to be good

don't be silly, let the sin run free

... well, you say that and then i say 'comes out loose and slimy'. >>

welp

I grew up around a lot of boys. =|

fair enough. i did ask for it lol

haha i did warn you, man

i only have myself to blame

Well, yourself and the gross boys I hung out with.

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