bakerstreet | them sexts

[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.]

( ew, the l word.

matt doesn't deepen the kiss just yet, letting himself ease into it as if it's the first time they've kissed. he pulls back, takes a breath and then he's moving int for a kiss again, this time deeper and harder than previously. )

[One of the things that she put in the 'plus' category when thinking about Matt was that the man knew how to kiss. And seemed to enjoy it. He liked to tease her, but she wasn't unaware that he was enjoying the hell out of it too. Her hand came up and slid into his hair, gripping at the back of his head as she let the kiss carry on. Just the kiss.

If there was one thing Jess had learned being around Matt was that she had to learn to savour these moments. He could get taken away again. So... she was indulging.]

( she's right in that he does like kissing and he's always going to like kissing. it's not the only thing he likes and he intends on showing her that as soon as possible.

but, they can spare a little time for some kissing and for matt's hand to find its way underneath her shit and up, palming over her breast.

guess he was going to feel her up a little too. )

[He'd feel the satin and lace instead of cotton, and she leaned into his touch. Something she didn't mind admitting to him out loud was that she liked his hands. Liked being touched by him. She made a hungry sound as she pressed into the kiss, as her hands moved to start working on the tie and his stupid button up shirt that made him look mundane when they both knew he was anything but.]

( yeah, that was different, wasn't it? he hums into the kiss, approval in what he feels and what she's doing. he gives her breast a squeeze, thumbing the nipple through the fabric but doesn't make a move to take it off.

not yet.

easing back from the kiss, he glances down like he'll be able to see what she's doing. )

No ripping the buttons. I need this shirt.

Then maybe you should be the one quicker on getting naked, Counsellor.

[But she slowed her fingers a bit as she slid buttons through holes. Not that she wouldn't kind of want to send him home on his walk of shame in one of her band shirts.]

I'm a little busy.

( feeling her up and all. and just for that, he doesn't make to stop either, giving her nipple a twist underneath the bra. )

Thought you'd like what I was doing and all.

Who says I don't?

[She got his shirt undone, then moved to slide her hand down along the front of his pants. She felt him against the front of his trousers, palm pressing as she bit her lip at that tweak he gave her.]

You haven't said anything.

( though he's pretty sure he knows her by now and knows what she likes. and she knows him because that press to the front of his pants makes him grunt a bit and he licks his lips. )

Maybe we should just...take the clothes off.

[She brushed her lips over his, a whisper of touch as she flicked the button of his pants open.]

I like what you're doing.

[The fly was unzipped and she got her hand in to touch him through his boxers.]

I like your hands on me. I like your mouth on me. I like knowing you're hard now because you're getting all worked up.

( it's kind of surprising to hear her using all those words but he doesn't mind. he even snickers a bit when she gets a hand on him and notes why he's hard.

she's not wrong.

he swallows and brushes his lips against hers. )

Guess maybe you're right on that.

Yeah? Well, then you should definitely help me out with getting your clothes off. Since you're blind and not armless. I happen to know you're pretty damn good with those hands of yours.

[She licked at his lip, sucking at it before she kissed him, her hand moving to take hold of his cock through his underwear, rubbing along the length of it because goddamn, she liked every part of him.]

Full of compliments today, aren't you?

( and he does reach for the waist of his pants like he's going to do just that but then she grabs him and all he can do is grunt and push into her hand. )

Trying to distract me?

Would you rather I tell you you're a fucking idiot and the only thing you're good at is sex? Because we both know that's a lie.

[She kisses him when he makes that sound, smiling against his lips while she moves to pull her hand free from where she was playing with him.]

Didn't figure it'd be so easy.

Really?

( matt has to laugh at that, lips twisting in an expression of disbelief for a moment. )

You didn't think grabbing me would be an easy distraction?

( especially grabbing him there. he gives his head a shake and leans closer, kisses her lightly. )

You're supposed to be this badass ninja man that can fight off dragons and whatever else is out there. I figure a little dick touch is the least thing that would distract you.

[But that didn't stop her from kissing him back, smiling as she slid her hand up into his hair.]

Dragons and whatever else is out there don't tend to touch my dick.

( wasn't really how the fighting went down. he bites her lower lip hard enough to sting before he pulls back and reaches for his pants, just trying to shove them down now.

maybe he'd gotten a little impatient. )

Are the people you like to fight with touching your tits all the time?

I bet you have no idea how much any of the weird dragons and whatever out there want to touch your dick. It's a pretty good dick.

[The bite has her hissing, but she's smiling as he starts to undress. She moves to assist in getting rid of both their clothes; her shirt hitting the ground, his tie tugged and pulled over his head.]

Some of them want to. That's why I slap a few of them around. But my tits aren't anything to write home about.

The weird dragons?

( he has to stop at that because he's sure that's a name for some group but he can't help but think of an actual dragon. )

I don't know if I want a weird dragon wanting to touch anything on me. Seems a little dangerous.

Yeah?

[Her hand slid down under his underwear, wrapping her fingers around him and she gave him a light squeeze.]

And it's not dangerous to have me touch your dick?

It could be.

( because she's damn strong and if he decided to fuck with her or just pissed her off. )

I'd rather you not get mad enough to rip my dick off.

How about I preemptively promise not to ever rip your dick off? Feel a bit more secure in your manliness?

[Her hand gave him another squeeze, then a soft stroke, and she leaned in to nip at his jaw, kissing up along that stubbly cheek to his lips.]

I kinda like it too much.

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