t-bone ([personal profile] legit) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2018-12-04 07:54 am

Sexting Tuesday







the phone sex +
sexting meme


what it says on the tin. leave a blank comment, include your preferences or a starter, it's all good. reply to others with a text, a dirty picture (please link all nsfw things!), misfires, misdials, drunk filthy voicemails, sexy skype sessions, whatever your heart desires.

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[personal profile] oorah 2019-01-27 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ maybe he could be, but this is the last place he'd think of maria. it's not great pillowtalk, but that doesn't mean he won't tell her eventually... he kind of assumes she already knows, or that he has told her, albeit in a smaller way. maria and he were never honest with each other, not the way he can be honest with jessica. the only true irony is that maria is easy to talk to now because she's dead, that doesn't mean he doesn't miss her. that doesn't mean he doesn't still love her, might always love her, and remember how they used to be. but here? here it's just him and jess and the addiction he feels building under his skin every time their lips break for breath. he shudders over her when blunt nails dig in, wanting her to mark him up even if it never lasts long. he'll remember how it feels and he thinks she will too.

frank knows this isn't very productive for getting either of them clean, but maybe that wasn't the point. and maybe he doesn't care. his hips stutter forward into hers as he sucks her full bottom lip between his, gently worrying it with his teeth as his other hand comes up to frame her face and push wet hair out of her face. he might be gearing up for another nightmare, but right now he couldn't care any less. no matter the content, he was always going to have them, so it's worth it to be with her this way in waking hours. and even in sleep, sometimes he can remember that she's safe, there beside him, and he won't have to see her die for the thousandth time. maybe it's sad that it's his victory, but it is, no matter how small. ]


Jess... [ the word rolls off his tongue and against hers, a syllable of pure enjoyment. he still remembers, how she'd given him rules after their first time. not to say her name, not to do anything tender or sweet or caring. now, look at them. ]