them sexts

[inuyasock]

the phone sex +
sexting meme

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[assholic]

Schedule's clear.

[catholica]

So's mine, imagine that.

[assholic]

I think you should bring something to this silk sheet party. I have no idea what, but some part of me feels it's necessary.

[catholica]

Besides myself? I'm not enough?

[assholic]

Silk sheets, Matt. Respect the effort.

[catholica]

Do you want fine? To complete the fancy set up?

[assholic]

Pamper me, bitch.

[catholica]

Excuse me, that's Mister Bitch.

[assholic]

And it's Mistress Bitch for you. So come over and show me something I haven't seen before, Matty.

[catholica]

Give me a little bit of time to get over there and I will. I'm blind, you know. Takes me longer to walk.

[assholic]

You are so full of shit, your eyes are brown.

I'll make the bed.

[catholica]

Thanks for the compliment.

I'll be there soon.

( and though it does take him a little time to get there, he doesn't dawdle or waste time. he's there in under an hour. )

[assholic]

[She has the bed made. Even down to the new duvet with the chamois overcover that she'd gotten for it and a few new pillows. Her bed definitely looked like it didn't belong in her room, or the apartment in general, but she'd had a quick shower, put on something with satin under her jeans and tshirt, and was sitting at her desk, finishing up a file when he got there.]

I can see you hovering outside the door. Only you would think stalker is a flirty move.

[catholica]

It's not hovering.

( he says as he reaches for the knob, juggling both the wine bottle and the walking cane. maybe he didn't really need it but had to keep up appearances. )

I was making myself presentable.

[assholic]

How would you even know? Waiting for that old biddy down the hall to ooh and ah over your ass again?

[She closed the folder and moved to put it away in her desk, looking up at him as he walked in with his little blind-man prop and the bottle of wine.]

Wine's a good start. But I like that you're here at all.

[Honesty. It was something she'd been working on lately. Don't judge her.]

[catholica]

Don't be jealous.

( once he's folded the cane up and put it down, he crosses the room and puts the wine bottle on her desk, presenting it with a gesture of his wrist. )

I don't even know if it's good wine but I'm sure it's enough to do the job. Can't be too bad. Cost me about thirty bucks. And it's not in a box.

[assholic]

[When he stopped in front the desk, she stands and comes around it. A gaze flicks down to the bottle, not really concerned with quality as much as the whole game they were playing just then. She reached out and grabbed the front of his jacket, pulling him in as she stepped up, meeting his lips with hers in a hard and hungry kiss.]

I like this year the best.

[catholica]

( matt might not be able to see her coming but he can hear her, smell her so it's little surprise when she grabs at him and pulls him close. his lips find hers and he returns that kiss, one hand coming up to rest against her hip.

when she pulls back, his lips tug into a smile. )

Lucky me getting the right one without even trying.

[assholic]

[Their little game had her grinning back, and she slid her body up against his, wondering if he could hear the difference from the usual cotton underwear to the satin. She moved to tug at his tie, humming a little as she saw that smirk of his.]

Nothing about you revolves around luck, Murdock.

[catholica]

You sound so sure of yourself.

( at that, his smirk only widens and he shrugs his shoulders like he's the most innocent person in the world. )

There are some lucky things about me.

[assholic]

Lucky genes gave you a great ass.

[Her brow quirked up and she slid a hand down to rest just at the side of his hip, tempted to reach around and grab him. Soon.]

[catholica]

You're very touchy today.

( not that that's all that different from other days they're around each other. )

Miss me that much?

[assholic]

As opposed to...?

[Yeah, she was gonna call that out. The hand on his tie gave a tug and she leaned in and kissed him again. Was that answer enough?]

Maybe.

[catholica]

As opposed to nothing.

( he was just making an observation. he smiles when she tugs him closer. )

Hasn't been that long since I last saw you.

[assholic]

You counting how long it's been?

[The hand at his hip finally made its way around to his ass, and she pulled him in against her. There was always something more intimate with kissing a man at the same height as herself. Her body pressed up against his, chest touching chest, hips pressed against hips as she tipped her head and shut him up for a couple minutes by kissing him. But knowing him, that wouldn't work for long.]