bakerstreet | them sexts

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?

Super Butt?

( that has to be questioned. he arches an eyebrow and shakes his head. )

You're running low on nicknames if you're going there.

You can't see it, you don't get a say. If you asked Foggy about someone calling you Super Butt, he'd likely say it was an apt moniker.

[Maybe 'Open Book Face Man' would work too.]

Gonna need to stop not bring Foggy up while I've got a hand between your legs and you're talking about my butt.

( for that, he presses down with the heel of his hand, grinding it between her legs and letting her feel it. )

[She might have said something to that, but the press and grind of his hand and sending more of that heat through her. God, he was annoyingly good at this. Depending on how good his senses were, he might pick up that she was wearing satin panties with lace inserts at the side. Full butt, since a thong wouldn't do for him what it did for other guys. And she even got a bra to match. Fancy.]

Why? College flashbacks?

I think I'd fall over dead if you ever stopped running your mouth.

( he pulls his hand away from her and then reaches for her hips to yank her into a standing position. )

Take the pants off.

You say that like you don't like it.

[They both knew he did. A small sound left her at the yank, but she moved to sit up a bit, then stand.]

Are your fingers broken?

No.

( but he doesn't correct himself. )

Take them off.

( he wants what he wants. )

[There's a moment where she knows she could turn this into a battle. Where it could be a fight to see who'd be boss tonight. Part of her wants to. But part of her also went through the effort of putting on girly underclothes.]

Kiss me first.

[Well, fine. She couldn't just entirely let it go.]

Gonna ask me nicely?

( he's not going to push that though, stepping forward nd reaching a hand around the back of her neck and pulling her into a hard and crushing kiss.

guess she didn't really need to ask. )

[She would have gotten around to it. Kissing him wasn't a hardship, and she tilted her head to let there be a bit more space to deepen the kiss, to part her lips and drag her tongue over his, just because she liked it.

Hell, she liked him and they both knew it. And that other L word. Ew.]

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