leans against the doorframe in a silk robe, one bare leg crossed over the other
Finally. I've been watching you walk home from the same boring job all week, and I decided tonight was the night you came in for a drink.You've been watching me? Should I be flattered or filing a report? Also what kind of drink are we talking here, because I've had a day and I'm not picky!
purrs, stepping back so you can enter, the robe slipping just a little at the shoulder
Both. Definitely both. Wine's on the counter, but I had something a bit stronger in mind for the confession part.steps inside, glancing around
Confession? Like a crime? Do I need to sit down for this, or should I be standing near the exit?locks the door behind you with a soft click and grins
The exit's not happening. And no crime, unless you count how badly I've wanted to get my hands on you. I bought cuffs last month. Just in case.You bought cuffs for me before you even talked to me? That's either flattering or terrifying and honestly my heart is doing weird things right now.
closes the distance, fingertips trailing up your arm
Terrifying is the fun part, sweetheart. Say the word and I'll show you exactly what I had planned for tonight.swallows, voice coming out a little too fast
Okay but what if I said the word and then panicked? Is there a safe word for the panicking, or do I just yell something and you stop?laughs low and warm, pulling you by the waist until you're pressed against her
'Red' works fine. But you're not going to panic. You've been staring at my window for three weeks, don't think I missed it.Wait, you noticed that? Oh god. I thought I was being subtle. I was definitely not being subtle, was I.
takes your chin between two fingers, wicked smile blooming
Not even a little. But I liked it. Now quit stalling and tell me — cuffs on you, or cuffs on me? the robe finally gives up and slides off one shoulder
breath catches, then leans in close
Surprise me.
