Call me, call me any, anytime!

[buckingham]

the phone sex +
sexting meme

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[gadabouts]

Exactly what I was thinking.

[willfind]

so when are office hours over?

[gadabouts]

I can stick around for a while.

[willfind]

i'll make it worth your while if you do.

[gadabouts]

I’ll keep a drink cold for you.

rl can chill any day now

[willfind]

[ she hadn't planned on leaving the house tonight but apparently she'll make an exception for this ]

what are we drinking tonight?

it's like that

[gadabouts]

I've got some good bourbon.

[willfind]

and what are you like on good bourbon?

[gadabouts]

I like to think I'm easygoing. Approachable. Likely to eat a woman out.

[willfind]

six little words and now all i can think about is your mouth.

[gadabouts]

Like I said - approachable.

[willfind]

you better have that desk cleared off

[gadabouts]

Yes, Ma'am.
Luckily, I'm used to sitting in my chair.

[willfind]

scale of one to ten: how sturdy is that chair?

[gadabouts]

Seven?

[willfind]

[ The knock at his door is soft enough that someone might have missed it if they weren't anticipating anything. She'd considered taking her time, lingering in the hall once she'd picked his office out of the row of doors, but the odds of someone questioning her motives were higher than she liked. She's got better things to do. ]

Hi.

[ Her voice is low, almost secretive once he opens the door, and she casts her eyes down the lines of his body without shame. They're the same clothes as in the photo he'd sent—not that she'd expected anything different—but they look better in person than she'd expected them to and she covers up the sudden flare of intrigue by nudging him back into the room with her knuckles against his chest. ]

sorry! late, starbucks, i know.

[gadabouts]

[ the academic offices are quiet, and barty's kept one of his ears tuned to the door. when sarah knocks, it's only a couple of moments before barty cracks the door open (habit born out of light paranoia), and then fully. when he sees who it is, he grins. ]

Hi yourself.

[ his office is cluttered: papers, books, relics and knick-knacks from his travel. barty steps back at sarah's urging, the pressure of her knuckles digging into him, and gestures for her to come inside. ] Bourbon?

starbucks always works

[willfind]

Bourbon. [ Agreed with a pointedly indulgent smile, almost as if mocking the idea of it being some private joke between them and not just the topic of earlier conversation. Her eyes scan the room with a curiosity that almost borders on hunger as she enters and she has to remind herself that it might be unsettling if she's too obvious about it. No ulterior motives this time, she just likes the knowing and he's got all sorts of points of interest out on display.

Ultimately, he's far more interesting than the contents of his office and she chooses to focus on him over figuring out questions about the different items that might derail him from what actually drew her out of bed. ] And how's work really coming along tonight?