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bakerstreet2019-02-21 03:39 am
acascuse) wrote in bakerstreet2019-02-21 03:39 am
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the texting picture prompt meme.
 A picture says more than a thousand words... You're in the middle of something, maybe not something important (though, who can say, maybe it was), but you were in the middle of this maybe unimportant thing anyway and it interrupts you, when your phone beeps and a message ticks in. It's a picture. Someone took a picture and sent it your way. Does it make you happy? Curious? Do you want to know more? If yes, text them back! Inquire! Tell them what the picture makes you think about, how it makes you feel. And on that note, converse! How to play: 1. Top-level with your character. Include prefs and the like, if you wish. 2. Others now leave a comment with a picture their character has sent to yours. 3. Have your character respond with a text, then go tag around as you wish. 4. They text back, you text back, everyone texts like their lives depended on it. 5. Be entertained! |
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You listen to me when you want to listen to me.
[ like right now. ]
Keep your hands on the bed.
[ oh, it would be enjoyable to see how long she could listen to that. ]
I'll touch you but you don't touch me. Can you do that?
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[ she trusts him, though. which is probably the only reason her hands lay flat at her sides, palms down against the sheets. if she didn't trust him, she'd be bolting. (if she didn't trust him, she wouldn't be here at all.) ]
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If you can't, it is all right. I'm not going to be angry or upset.
[ he doubts even his level of control would keep him from touching her if their positions were reversed. but, she was also a lot more skilled at working him up while he was still trying to learn the best way to do that.
he'd lived a deprived life. ]
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[ it isn't for lack of control. it's wanting, pure and simple; it's difficult to resist the urge to reach out and sweep a hand across his jawline when he's this close, or to let one hand tangle up with his. but when he asks her to lay still, she tries.
she knows he's trying, and she wants to honor that. ]
I'm okay. Safewords, remember? [ a wink. ] Go on, babe, don't stop on my account.
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he's slow.
anyway, back to the task at hand. ]
What did you do at work today? [ could she talk while he paid her some focused attention? probably. but, he's going to see just how well by finally kissing her properly before dragging his lips down the side of her neck and licking at the thump of her pulse underneath her skin. ]
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[ she went to meetings. conference calls. client sessions with some company that wanted a digital security overhaul. very uninteresting things that she didn't want to do. ]
They're bringing on a new client. They want me to, um. [ what? was she saying? ] Put together the proposal.
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[ he barely understands what she does, if he's honest. all that technology is so far out of his realm of understanding that he doesn't even try and comprehend what she does. she's good at it and that's what's important.
his mouth pulls away once more but only so he can reach for her shirt and push it up. there'll be time to take it off momentarily once he's done dragging his mouth across her skin and down near her hip and back up again. ]
Would you have to give a presentation? Public speaking, hm? [ better her than him. he shifts, raising himself back up and moving to cover her body with his, dropping his hips against hers and pushing down firmly.
see, he could get past the soft stage. ]
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[ why is he asking her about public speaking and presentations right now? she'd be hard pressed to explain what she did for a living right now, let alone give a presentation. ]
Maybe. [ god, that's good. as soon as his mouth drags away from her jaw, daisy's head rolls back, crown pressing backwards into the mattress as her back arches into the touch. ] It's not very interesting.
[ this is interesting, though. ]
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[ because seeing her try to maintain her control was a bit of a turn on for him. because he likes her voice no matter what she is saying to him. even if it about a topic that he can barely understand. ]
While I take off your pants, you should tell me. [ he reaches down, hands going to the button and zipper of her pants and starts to undo them efficiently enough. her pants are too complicated and he's gotten better at clothing removal as a whole so he starts tugging them down easily enough. ]
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she knows what he's doing, the tease. ]
It's e-commerce. [ so interesting. he's clearly riveted. ] The, um. The company behind the checkouts at the grocery store.
[ a pause, as she shifts her weight, hips lifting to make it a little easier for him to clear the waistband of her slacks. ]
Apparently they've been hacked a few times.
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[ honestly, he has no idea what she's talking about. the words on their own make sense but putting them all together like that? there is no way what she's saying is real. no, he knows it's real but how it all works together is just going to remain a mystery.
he nods, a very serious expression on his face for her very interesting talk about work. he also tugs those pants off hers off with a few quick pulls, tossing them off to the side of the bed and stroking his fingers feather light up the sides of her legs. ]
Do they know who's hacking them? Terrible criminals, those people. [ he's kidding, calm down. ]
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Morningstar, probably. [ it earns a laugh, one that betrays how stupid daisy thinks that is. even distracted, that thought is clear. ] They — hm, they don't care, though.
[ the client just wants security. doesn't matter to them who they're keeping out. as for daisy... she wants to know who wants in. or she would want that. right now, she doesn't care either. ]
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[ though it might not appear like it, he is listening. it's not a conversation he can really contribute to because he has no idea what she's talking about technically but he does listen to everything she says.
he sits up, reaching to tug his own shirt off to make it just a little more difficult to keep her hands to herself. it wasn't a test, he wasn't really trying to push her but she's been good so far and clothes are going to be coming off anyway. ]
Are you up to the challenge? The public speaking challenge, I mean. [ said while he crawls up towards her again and kisses each cheek, her temple, behind her ear and then down to her neck to her chest. that shirt was going to have to go too. ]
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[ it's not interesting at all, but illya seems hellbent on testing her, on seeing how long she can keep her focus on something other than the sensations of his hands and his mouth.
she doesn't want to focus on anything else, though — she'd much rather commit this moment to memory. she'd rather focus on the sight of his shirt slowly peeling off to reveal expanses of toned skin, the warm bloom of fondness that spreads as he moves towards her again, the feeling of his mouth skimming over her face only to dip down towards her neck and the small bits of her collarbone peeking out around her shirt. ]
You're terrible. [ but she's resisting the urge to pull her own shirt off, and instead tipping her head back to expose a little more of the column of her throat to his wandering touch. ] And a tease.
[ what a hard life she lives. ]
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[ slowly. but that was only to make sure she was nice and worked up for when he was ready to move things to another level. and she's pretty close now that she's calling him names. he smiles down at her, fingers snagging in her and tugging. ]
Sit up so I can take this off of you.
[ more skin was a definite necessity right now. ]
But you should know... [ he trails off as he pulls her shirt up and tosses it away, leaving her almost naked in front of him now. ] That I think everything you say is interesting. I enjoy listening to you talk.
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You always take care of me. [ for now, those unsaid words blend into the look she gives him as she lays back on the bed, naked save for a thin layer of cotton stretched across her hips, waiting for him to decide what he wants next. ] You just like teasing while you do it.
[ making her talk about work... taking his sweet time... the list, it goes on. ]
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[ because he doesn't think he's that great at it so he shies away, sticking to what he knows and how he knows how to do it. why he's fallen into some light teasing now, he doesn't know. a good mood? her influence? something in the water? he would not be able to tell you. ]
I could stop, though, if that's what you'd like. [ there were other things that she wanted, were there not? and now that she was mostly naked, he could get there faster. he ducks down and circles his tongue around her navel before peeing back up at her. ]
Your choice.
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No. [ one hand lifts to smooth fingertips against the back of his neck, teasing featherlight against the hair at the nape. ] Don't stop.
[ she's said that before, but never so quietly. ]
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[ he leans into the hand at the back of his neck, closes his eyes and lets her touch bring out a shiver from his own body before his focus returns from that momentary reprieve. he curls a hand around one of her legs, drags his mouth down her thigh before coming back up so he can finally reach for her underwear and get those out of his way.
he makes quick work of them before crawling back up her body and licking his way into another kiss, deeper this time, longer. he's nearly breathless when he pulls back. ]
Touch me.
[ you can use your hands, daisy, because one of his is sliding down between her legs just to make sure she was going to be ready for him in just a moment. ]
Do whatever you want.
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but yet — when he touches her, when his hands curve against her inner thigh only to slide two fingers inside where she wants him most, daisy doesn't want to hit fast forward. she moans, legs trembling, but she doesn't try to rush him. instead, her back arches into the touch, hands splaying out over her stomach, each rock of his wrist earning a low groan of approval. ]
I want — [ a pause, muscles squeezing around his touch ] I want you to touch me.
[ like this, his mouth dragging across her skin, teasing her into pleasure without giving what they both want the most. making her wait, but giving her something so good in the interim. ]
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[ he murmurs the words against her mouth, soft and low, even while his fingers push deeper, long fingers stretching as far as he can before he pulls out and does it again and again, never so much that he risks her coming too soon but never so light that she gets bored. ]
You came back [ he'd almost said home there. almost. ] with something else in mind but now you want this?
[ he wasn't judging and he was planning on giving her anything she wanted as evidenced by his fingers circling across a very sensitive spot and pushing down. ]
Very well. [ he'd make it happen. ]
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[ she doesn't get to enjoy this very often. the leisurely, intentionally relaxed pace, where they're not racing towards a quick resolution but instead willing to take the time to draw things out, to enjoy every moment for what it is.
he's not slow, but he's not rushing her. his movements are almost languid, patient; even as his hand rocks and twists and presses against her body, it's a set pace, certain and sure. building her up, one little touch at a time, fully intent on reaching that peak.
she hates it, but she loves it at the same time. loves the way he looks at her, the way he's determined to take care of her, how strangely safe she feels here, sprawled out on the bed and so warm against his sheets. at home, in a way. a weird thing to feel while he's literally trying to make her orgasm, but. well. they've had weirder conversations. ]
I always want you to touch me. [ she's said that before. in other words, but it's not new. ] You, ah — you always make me feel …
[ good. better than good. she doesn't quite finish the sentence, but the moan that spills from her lips as he presses just so might do the trick. ]
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[ he wasn't going to go telling them about this to convince them otherwise. no, this was private, something shared between the two of them. after all, he's only like this with her and he can't foresee that changing anytime soon. he doesn't know what sort of good thing he'd done that gave him this chance with her but he's going to be a selfish, greedy person and keep it for himself.]
I probably make you feel a lot of things.
[ right now, he knows he's making her feel good things but he knows he has the ability to make her feel like she'd rather punch him in the nose than let him touch her. he's a very talented individual.
he doesn't really try to do too much, enjoying the slow pace for now. he slides his fingers in, keeps them there, kisses her and then slides them out, scratching his nails long her inner thigh before pressing his fingers back inside of her once again, a little harder, a little rougher than before. ]
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he makes her feel everything. love, joy, pleasure. pain, anger, frustration. she's equally likely to want to kiss him and kill him in the same twenty-four hours. but that works for them. the give and take, the unpredictability of it — but the consistency of it, too. he grounds her, gives her a safe place to come back to when things get to be too much, and she tries to do the same for him.
like now, when desire threatens to spill over her control, she can trust him to take care of her, to ensure she gets what she needs even if she doesn't know she needs it. so rather than demand or beg or plead, daisy just reacts — each touch earns a sound, her head tipped back to gasp for air, as her body rockets up that hill towards the release she so badly craves. ]
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and yet here he was, watching her reacting to what he was doing to her. every single moan and gasp and whisper of his name was because of the things he was doing to her. he twists his fingers before pulling out and adding another, just to see how much she could take, how much she could handle without letting go.
illya leans over, fingers still moving inside of her and drops a light kiss against her lips because he could, because he wants to feel her breath against his face. ]
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