bakerstreet | them sexts

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.]

You're very touchy today.

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

Miss me that much?

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.

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.

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.]

Not counting but I do have a sense of time.

( but she does shut him up with that kiss and he's not in a rush to try and start talking again. though, there is something on his mind.

so, when he has to stop to take a breath, he smiles crookedly. )

So, do I get to feel these sheets?

You're going to have to sweet talk your way into them. Or just try to get me in the bedroom. Your choice on how you plan on achieving that.

[She reached over to take the wine from him and set it aside on the desk. A little more towards the center, because she didn't want his precious thirty dollar gift to go to waste.]

Sweet talk?

( he arches an eyebrow at that and then shakes his head. of course, she's going to make him work for it. )

Bringing you all that wine isn't sweet talk enough?

Are we feeling low effort today? Or is sweet talking not in your wheelhouse, Counselor.

I can sweet talk just fine.

( when he wants to, that is. he shrugs a shoulder, clearly not too affected by her words. )

Maybe you should be the one doing the sweet talking.

Hey, I sweet made my bed. And sweet put on girly shit under this. You can sweet put in a little effort, Murdock.

[He was doing it on purpose and she knew it.]

Girly shit?

( she's not wrong but he's not going to immediately acquiesce because now his attention is caught by something else. )

What kind of girly shit?

( of course he's going to ask. )

You mean you haven't figured it out yet? Huh. Well, now I know your kryptonite. Jeans.

[She gave his ass a squeeze, then stepped back and sat on the corner of the desk.]

There's a lot of things that could be considered girly. For you, there's even more things because you like what you like.

( and she was comfortable in her jeans and tee shirts. )

Can't help but be curious.

( but yes, he liked her jeans. )

Well, for starters, it won't be pink. Color is pointless on you and I'm not a pink girl.

[She was indeed comfortable in her jeans and tshirts.]

You really can't tell the difference?

[Satin and silk always felt so weird on her skin, she figured it had to sound different. She already knew that he'd figure out the silk on the bed and might take a moment over the chamois blanket. She was actually looking forward to using that on him.]

I've barely touched you.

( he'd put a hand on her and she'd kissed him but he hadn't done a really thorough exploration above her clothes.

maybe he should. )

That my invitation to see if I can tell?

You need an invitation to put your hands on me when I've invited you over to fuck me on my silk sheeted bed?

[That was, in a roundabout way, an invitation.]

Well, no.

( he can't help but laugh when she puts it so bluntly. it's a way of talking that is uniquely hers. )

So, if that's what we're here for, why aren't we doing it?

Because apparently you're in slow mode today. Did someone miss out on coffee at lunch?

[She reached her foot out and hooked it around the back of his leg, tugging him closer to her where she sat at the corner of the desk.]

So come tell me all about what your sniffy weirdo bat senses can pick up.

I just got here. I thought I could take a few moments to enjoy the banter.

( they were pretty good at that, at least. he does step closer to her, hands going to her waist and lower. )

But I'll definitely take that invitation.

You have a really weird mating ritual, Matt. Smacking you would just be foreplay.

[His hands were on her and she felt the tough through her jeans. The friction of the denim on the satin had it brushing her in an interesting way, and she parted her legs to let him come in closer.]

Good. Because I still haven't figured out how to write in braille, so you're not getting a written one.

Mating ritual?

( the words make him grimace comically before he shakes his head and does step closer to her.

when he feels her legs shift, he moves his hand down between her legs, rubbing over the jeans. )

Hm.

( he does feel something. )

[Of course he went right for the crotch, and she couldn't stop the smile at just how forward he was, and at the look he'd given her over the 'mating ritual' comment. Catholics.]

Nope. Still no dick there.

Not what I was looking for.

( and for that, he presses the heel of his hand down against her, raising his eyebrows. )

Something's there, though.

Good. Because I figure if we want to go the strap-on route, you should be there for the selection.

[He pressed on her and she felt that flicker of something hot go through her.]

Yeah? And what are your bat senses telling you, Super Butt?

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