bakerstreet | Underwear?

Course you didn't. [He touched her forehead with his for a moment, stayed there and then drew back so he could open the door.]

I won't need a filter if you're already a little heated.

Th... there's a filter for that?

[After exhaling in a huff, Rin enters the study to try and find the best spot. On the guest seating? Her father's desk? A lounge seat by the books?]

I'll show you after. If it's a picture of you, you should have a say on how it looks.

[Bless her. Riki watched with unconcealed curiosity, waiting for her to pick a spot when he'd pull out the camera app again.

When he got ready to take a picture, he started to look deathly serious. Putting on the cool voice and everything because he was determined to make sure Rin didn't regret it. All that selfie practice had to mean something.]

You have an idea for a pose or are you okay with suggestions?

[Still undecided, Rin halts her inspection before making a final call.]

I'm listening.

I've got a few.

[A few dozen, he thought, but he didn't want to press his luck.]

First, how about one with you sitting on top of your desk?

[Your desk he says, and it dawns on her. Despite her father being dead for about ten years she still thought of many things still belonging to 'him'. But without him or her mother to stake such claims it's... hers, isn't it?

Tohsaka simply nods and starts over to the desk. Hoisting herself up on its top and pushing away a quilled pen and old inkwell.]

[Actually getting to the moment, he started to feel it had gotten a little more serious. A picture with any scenery was supposed to be horizontal but a pin-up? He kept it vertical so he could see her head to toe.

It was titillating all by itself though. Just her, quite bare except for the frilly bra and panties that did so much to highlight her curves. He thought about what expression she should have made and suggesting it to her but a better idea came up. He remembered how she looked when he caught her with a picture on their date and...]

Perfect, Rin. You look really great.

[After her brief moment of surprise Rin's cheeks go red and her lips purse in a pout. Hmph!]

O-of course. I usually do.

[Five quick photos in succession, thanks to neat little camera functions.]

The rest of the time, you're cute.

[He swiped between each little change in Rin's expression. Just as he thought, 'natural' was better. Sitting down beside her, Riki snuck his phone hand around her waist and held it up so she could see and swipe around.]

[She does take a look, and cautiously flicks through a few of them.

Cute, huh?]

...You want more?

As many as you wanna do.

[He told himself to be cautious and then just immediately forgot about it.]

I'll let you know when I'm done. What do you want next?

[A dangerous game. Something that she might be pushing over the line later.]

[That tone of voice? It was almost a challenge.]

If you're into it, how about bending over by the window sill?

[After hopping off the desk she walks over to said windowsill. A soft beam of light shining in through the panes and illuminating the area. Tohsaka props her elbows on the sill, and rests her chin in her hands. She looks over her shoulder from there.

Back arched and hips tilted. Just right for her ass and thighs to be the focal point. Especially since her curves have pulled the hem inward - riding the fabric up just enough to show some extra skin.]

[Just. The little bounce when Rin hopped off the desk and made her way over had been worth the bravery. When she leaned over the sill and looked back at him, he realized she read his mind on that suggestion. Down to the dark glimmer in her eyes, he decided he didn't have a single suggestion to make. He took the picture right away, more than happy to admit it with his cheeks coloring red just meeting her eyes when she searched for his.

The next picture was angled much lower in no shy effort at all to make sure her ass was the thematic focus of the entire piece. His eyes, glued to the little bit of fabric riding up between her thighs, added even more to the picture she was presenting.

He tried to play it off a little.]

Now, that's really good.

Of course, [she replies with a smile and devious glint in her eye.]

It focuses on my best feature after all.

[Ah, yes. This is it, she thinks. The part where she can push her luck. So when he seems to have snapped a few pictures of her at that angle she'll stand and find one of the lounge chairs. Seating herself in a manner most unladylike.

Spread legs to show clearly the shape of her. How the luxurious but thin fabic delicately hugs the pubic mound before following the soft curve of her slit. Her upper body leans against the plush backrest portraying an inviting pose with her hair spread out in dark tendrils.]

But I have other features too.

I mean, you do have a really great...

[He kept his mouth shut at first. When that smile presented itself, he knew to at least be careful or to pay more attention. This was very much a 'pay close attention' moment. Somehow, he felt very silly for actually taking a picture at first. His eyes grew darker and more focused, likely exactly the way she hoped he'd look.

Well. Not quite. The picture itself was a little rushed. He only took long enough to let it focus and his eyes had followed the trail her thighs tempted him along to. The study had just enough light that he could see her in detail and the moment his thumb tapped the capture, he was tossing his phone onto a cushion so he could come to her, knee resting on the edge of the chair so he could tower over her. Deliberately pressing the bulge in his jeans, squeezed uncomfortably against his thigh, right against her inner thigh.

Not aware of whether or not her gamble was paying off.]

I think I'm done with the pictures.

[Jeez. He really can be bold, can't he? She was hoping he'd squirm a bit more for her prior to this.]

Then why not let me up? [She knows why. She can feel it.] I was getting dressed, so I don't plan on undressing, I hope you know.

[Oh, but the thought defiling this room to claim it as her own has appeal. Maybe she can convince him to keep his boxes on? Tohsaka swallows audibly as he eclipses her from the ambient light in the room.]

Was that the plan?

[He could let her go if that were her plan. Occasionally, she enjoyed teasing him just to know she could tug him along at the pace that delighted her but it usually worked when he was the one on the receiving end. The way she posed earlier coaxed him into a very different perspective and, for once, he understood how it made him feel.

It still didn't change who he was, despite the excitement that ran through his veins as a result. Riki smiled and leaned forward to press a kiss to Rin's cheek, more than deliberately doing so while he was between her legs. A gentle test, if anything.]

Okay. If that's what you want. It was a really great meal.

A meal, was it?

[One of her hands reaches up to card her fingers through his hair.]

If you're still hungry perhaps I can permit a sampling, but no more than that.

[Her heart felt like it was thundering against her chest while her pulse rings hot in her ears. She can already feel herself losing grip of the situation, but at the moment the thrill of it overtook her senses.]

Okay. A... sample.

[Locking eyes only briefly before the rest was spoken against her lips and realizing her expression changed when after she said it. Rather than taking it to just the implication hanging on her words and in the weight of her anticipation.

An idea came to mind, his head suddenly hazy with it. Possibly holding her to her word a little too seriously. Kissing her chin left him heady again, drawing in a deep breath to calm himself before starting to slide one rugged hand between her smooth, heat-soaked thighs.] I'll touch you everywhere but here.

[His fingers spread over her mound, stroking Rin's sex through the thin fabric of her panties, before drawing his fingers away. His own teasing made it tougher to breath silently, his chest rising and falling only to settle when he tipped his chin lower to kiss her. He'd run his fingers over her bare stomach, slowly coming to flatten his palm on her chest to feel her and just to let her think on how he felt laying his touch on her.]

Let me know how you feel later.

Idiot, [she breathes, and in that breath she grabs his wrist to yank his palm off her.]

Down to your underwear and sit on the cushion.

[A squeeze on his wrist and intensity filling her gaze before she lets him go and takes a more upright position on the chaise. His offer was tempting, but she's already let him get away with so much.]

Wha?

[Rin didn't give him much time at all to manage a complain, none the less start it. Already upright, she threw him a little off balance, so he had to touch the frame of the chair just to sit up.

Sitting back, he was already working his shirt off with a little complaint.]

Wasn't I doing alright?

...Perhaps. But I want something specific.

[As he undresses she watches him. Bright blue focusing on every movement, but... consistently distracted by his erection as it strains against the fabric of his bottoms.]

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