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[She laughs at his sheet commentary, feeling like he's sort of missed the point, but it's a thought that's cut short as he brushes a kiss against her lips. Funny how she's still trying to navigate this new sort of adventure in their relationship. Friends and...]

Okay. No more talk about the sheets. You and me.

[Tim is more than happy to release the cream can over to her. Focused more on what he was doing to care too much about where the can ends up at the moment.] God. [He moans as he sinks deeper into her.] You feel so fucking good. Even better than you taste. [Tim clearly doesn't have any plans either if the slow way he penetrates her is any indication. Letting this moment linger for as long as he can. Only starting to pull back out when he's completely buried. Even then he pulls back just as slowly.]

[He traces the outline of her clothes. Feeling a bit bolder now that his kiss wasn't denied.] And shall I help you out of your work clothes?

[She nods, feeling her cheeks heat up along with the rest of her at Tim's touch, and the question. Sasha smiles, watching him through a lovely frame of dark lashes.]

Yeah--Yes. Please.

Well, Miss Sasha James. [He grins and begins to tug lightly at her shirt.] I think you've been working too hard. Up on your feet all day. [That is about all the warning she gets before he squats down to lift her up off of her feet.]

[Her fingers curl around it, clutching, as she draws in another deep breath, holding it. That slow twitch of her lips at his words, as she does like them, likes that slow pace that drives her crazy and makes her want to writhe and demand more. Yet she doesn't, not yet, simply savouring the sensations that he provokes.

She can feel him press up against her, holding there, before it's that deviously slow pace that he continues. There's that small noise, a hiss, before cream drops along his bicep and his neck, and she dips her face closer, tongue lapping a line up, until she gives a small nip at his collar bone. Drawing her tongue over her lips, she grins, murmurs.] You’re not so bad yourself.

[Sasha squeaks a laugh as he takes her up and she's holding on. Not that she doesn't enjoy the feeling of being swept off of her feet, but it's the surprise.] Oh my god, Tim! Put me down!

That's the-oof- plan, boss! [He says cheerfully, only grunting a little as he shifts her a tiny bit in his arms. Soon enough striding towards his bedroom.] I'm just taking you to your next meeting first.

[She laughs, toeing off her shoes as he walks, leaving them in Tim's wake.] It's a very important meeting, too. I don't want to be late!

Don't worry, you're never late. You're always right on time. [He moves into his bedroom. Laying her down carefully onto his bed before he kisses her. His hands moving up and down the sides of her body. Making sure to go slow in the hopes of making her as comfortable as possible.]

[Without stopping or missing a single beat he tilts his head. Giving her the best access he can to his neck as the cream hits him. The cool treat a relief compared to the heat his aroused body was giving off.

He groans deeply at the feel of her tongue and mouth on his body. Thinking of all the places he'd like to spray with cream for that mouth to follow. With a half growl, half purr mixed with rough laughter he captures her lips. Kissing her and playfully biting her lip. Getting a taste of her and him mixed together.] Mmhmm, yum.

[Shifting he bends his body and ducks his head so that he can nuzzle between her breasts. Trying to tickle her with his five-o'clock shadow.] You should spray some of that here for me. [He says, while brushing the tip of his nose against her nipple.]

[She does make a show of it, rolling her bottom lip between her teeth, that flushed and aroused expression on her face. Jadzia could think of several places where the whipping cream might come in handy as well, although some would involve a switch of position, which she'd happily do.

Her moan is lost to his mouth as she writhes, body pressing up against him, demanding, yet there's her own soft growl as he nips at her lip, and she squeezed her walls tightly around his length. Yet she can't help that smug coyness with his words.]

I'm going to want more than one helping...

[But oh, that stubble feels marvelous, the light scraping across her skin that has a low mewl from her. She does squirm, huffing as he teases, half hooded eyes regarding him.]

Is that a pretty please... with nipple not on top?

[But her finger presses against the nozzle, spraying more along his shoulder in the process, as a line also smears across her skin, passing between her breasts and to one.]

[That's always been the thing for Sasha: Tim's kiss has never really failed her. Back home? There's a very real reason she put her personal life and work life in separate spots, because if something had ever gone so very wrong between the two of them? Work would have been torture.

A soft moan escapes Sasha at Tim's gentle touch, the idea of dinner has slipped her mind for a moment.]

I'm glad to know I'm not going to be written up for insubordination.

Maybe not for that. [He playfully nips at her jawline.] But perhaps I'll have to reprimand you before the night is over. [He slips his hands under her shirt. Fingertips spreading out across her soft skin as if he can't get enough of her touch.]

Pretty please with a nipple surprise on the bottom. [His request comes out in a broken, panting sentence. His breath ragged as he tries to keep a handle on his ever growing arousal. The part of him that simply wants to turn into a grunting wild animal and thrust away. This was much too good to lose completely control.

Almost immediately his wiggling tongue follows the trail of cream the nozzle leaves behind. Moving slow to give her time to spray and to lavish each section of skin with attention. Especially once he reaches her breast. He opens his mouth wide to take in as much of it as he can. Sucking and adding pressure as his tongue makes circles around her nipple.]

[It's that husky chuckle at his turn of words, not failing to notice that shuddered breath. She can feel it's hotness against her skin, which pebbles into goosebumps between the dueling sensations. Yet it is that thick guttural groan that she does give as his tongue chases after, soft and wet and warm, with that slight rub from his stubble.

It's a surprised noise, fingers tightening on the nozzle as he teasing around her nipple, a spray of cream lost somewhere between the two of them as her free hand clenches into his hair sharply. A harder thrust of her hips to meet his as his attention to her breast courses pleasure through her body.]

Mm. Just like that.

[Tim doesn't respond. Instead he picks up the pace and intensity of his thrusts. Especially when she pulls at his hair which grants her an appreciative moan of approval. His tongue pauses for a brief moment in it's attention to her body as he focuses more on what his lower half was doing.

Once he's managed to find some sort of new rhythm he returns to her breath with gusto again. Wanting to catch up to where he left off. Playfully pretending to bite at her.]

[She tightens her stomach at the touch, her breath catching briefly at the sensation.]

On what grounds, Mr. Stoker? [A smirk as she looks up at him.]

On being so beautiful I can hardly stand to look upon your glory. [His hand keeps on pushing up. Moving under the fabric until he reaches her bra. Squeezing he breast and fondling in a loving manner.] You blind me when I gaze at you and I'm thinking I should punish you for that.

[Jadzia would more than happily admit that his lower half was doing very magical things... She likes that, how he starts to let go further, her own moans hitched each time he thrusts forward into her. Her fingers purchase, as if holding on, grasping around his hair tighter, feeling those tendrils of pleasure start to flicker and flame, sparking through her. It's only heightened, back arching as he teeth graze over that sensitive nub, earning a throaty laugh from Jadzia as her free hand roams, to grasp at his ass, digging in against his cheek each time he drives himself home.]

[Tim's time with her breast does have Sasha moaning a little more softly, but do forgive her for the smart comment. She thinks you might appreciate it.]

Oh? So, I'm some sort of Medusa then, hm? [She grins, reaching up to run her hand through his hair.]

[She will have to feel his smile as it spreads across her skin rather than see it with how he keeps his face pressed into her. Loving the feel of her fingers pulling his cheeks apart with each thrust. His mouth having long lost the taste of cream, but he keeps mouthing at her anyway. Enjoying her taste much more than the cream anyway.

His trusts never slow until he can no longer hold himself back. His orgasm spills out quickly with a loud, groaning moan. Filling her with one last might thrust. It leaves him panting wildly and after a couple moments to recover he will force himself to start again. Planning on continuing until she can find her own orgasm as well.]

[He leans into the touch. A warm smile on his face.] Mmhmm, something like that. [He leans down to kiss her. A simple, but gentle and loving kiss.

A kiss that makes him think about how much he's missed the taste if her. That thought leading into another as he pulls his head back with a soft chuckle.] Or maybe I'm the one in need of reprimanding. I forgot your dinner. How hungry are you? Are you sure it can't wait? [The hand on her breast squeezes a little. His thumb brushing against her nipple hiding under the fabric of her bra to make it clear that he's hoping her answer is to skip dinner.]

[Damn him and his lips. Damn his fingers. The lightness of the brush at her nipple is patently unfair. Her body is awful enough to betray her as her breath hitches and releases with a small whimper.]

I'm starving, but I think I might hate you more if you stop right now.

[He stops. Sitting up with an evil grin on his face that suggests he knows exactly what he's doing. His hands go to his thighs where he gives a little bit away of how difficult this was for him to stop right now. His hands gripping onto each thigh in an effort to stop him from touching her for a few seconds.] Sorry~~ What was that? Did you say I should stop and cook you a five course dinner that would take several hours?

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