bakerstreet | tuesday's texting

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?

[In his pants? Well, that was just rude, Chloe. He would never. Probably. Possibly. He gave a low grunt, tugging her a little as his eyes opened to stare heatedly over the table at her.]

Not in the slightest. I'd like to move this damned table and pull you into my lap. Or just cart you off to bed. Both sound lovely.

[Hey, he'd probably have the stamina to keep going amyway, as far as she was concerned. Though from where she was sitting, she was beginning to feel a lot more like prey that he was waiting pounce on than anything else. As dumb as it was, she felt herself responding to that, to that idea of him wanting her that desperately. It left her wanting to reach for him herself, go to him like she needed him as well.]

What about the food? You worked so hard to make it.

And I can make it again. And again. It's only food, love. You, on the other hand... I wouldn't want to miss any opportunity to have you. That would make me far too much of a fool.

[One hand lifted to the table, shoving it a little to the side. He'd have to move her legs to move it entirely, or maybe lift it over hers, but the intent was there. Fuck the food. He wanted her.]

It's not like I'm going anywhere. There's not a lot of room to mi-- Lucifer!

[More out of surprise than anything else, Chloe let out a small sputter and pulled her legs off of him as he shoved her table, hearing it scrape a bit across the floor. She knew he had abnormal strength; it was less about that and more that he looked as if he was ready to fling her table across the room at a moment's notice.]

[It was tempting, but Chloe valued her things. Breaking something in the heat of the moment just because it meant little to him wouldn't go over well with her. So when she pulled her legs free, he continued pushing the table out of the way. Then it was just the two of them, sitting in their chairs with space between them. He looked at her like he could already taste her.]

No, darling. You're not going anywhere.

[Yes, if he had actually broken her table, she would've likely been upset even with a promise to replace it. Still, the intent and show of strength was enough to get her straightening up in her chair with a breathless little laugh, one of her hands reaching up to tug some stray strands of hair out of the way as he regarded her like... well, like he was ready to eat her. Or screw her senseless.

And suddenly her earlier idea of reaching for him seemed like the best one in the world. She moved to rise out of her chair.]

You'll have to make an exception, because I'm done sitting here.

[She got up and he tracked her like she was prey, nostrils flaring slightly and that look in his eyes only getting darker. The tent in his pants was obvious as he leaned back, looking as nonchalant as a man with a raging erection could.]

Care to sit here? I've room.

[He patted his thigh in invitation.]

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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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