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[It's a more full fledged laugh as she leans against him.]

Or because I know I'm that good...

[It's a deep, passionate kiss they share, and Sasha is happy to let herself sink into that closeness. She breathes a soft whimper when her breasts are freed from her bra, and her hand runs up Tim's chest to rest; to feel his heartbeat.

The kiss is broken as she smiles about a day with ice cream, not long after she'd arrived.]

You've learned my secret of bra removal. Now I have no secret powers.

I see no reason to tell you otherwise. [He reaches over to the abandoned bottle of booze and holds it up.] Can I offer the lady a drink?

[Tim's one of the busiest people Sasha knows these days, and even if they share a space? It's hard to track him down on occasion. Should she have told him that she'd received a citation when she'd received it? Of course. But timing, you see. Is important.]

When you have a minute, I need to talk to you about something.

Smart man...

[With a wink, before humming an affirmation.]

I'd love one.

For you? I always have a minute. Are you home? I'm walking to the apartment right now and should be home in about fifteen minutes.

I've been practising. [It also helped that his mind was his own today.] You still have many secret powers. Like how you hold my heart in your hand.

[Meanwhile his hand slips between her legs. Slowly sliding up to where they meet. Kissing her again and subtlety pushing to encourage her to lay down onto the bed.]

[Quickly he removes the top of the bottle. Taking a quick sip before hanging it towards her.] Hope you're not too upset that I don't want to get out of bed to find glasses.

I think I'd be more disappointed if you did...

[Not bothered by it as she takes her own swig, eyes flinching closed for a moment at the sharp but pleasant burn, before taking another smaller sip.]

It's quite nice right here anyway.

I'm here.
I can put an order in for dinner?

Very nice. [He takes another sip from the bottle. Humming with satisfaction from the burn.] I could fall asleep it's so nice here.

[She laughs, a playful noise as she nudges against him briefly.]

Hopefully not quite yet.

I'll be as careful as I can.

[It's the only thing she can say before Tim's wonderful touch finds its way along her inner leg, encouraging her to relax and open herself up a little more. His lips are right where they belong: On hers, and Sasha has certainly translated Tim's gentle urging to lie back on the too-comfortable bed. She hums a soft note of pleasure, reaching up to run her fingers through his hair.]

Sounds great. I'm good with anything. Taco? Burgers? Fish and chips? Pizza?

I'm thinking Thai, maybe.

[That's right, Sasha. Butter him up with food.]

Sounds great! Order me a red curry? Feeling a bit spicy today! Home soon.

Of course. :)

[Food is ordered before Tim arrives, and Sasha's waiting half-patiently on the sofa for him, playing a word game on her device to keep her brain occupied. She knows that he likely would have gotten an alert or something about her citation, but probably better coming from her directly. What happened, happened, and she knows she has to be mindful of things.]

[It's not too long before Tim's key is sliding into the lock. Opening it up as he comes strolling in.] Saaaaa-shaaaaa~~~ I'm hooo-oome~~! [He sings out in true I Love Lucy style before shutting the door behind him. Walking right over to the sofa to flop down in a slightly exaggerated manner while being careful to not accidentally land on her as he falls back onto the couch. Wrapping an arm around her as he lounge back onto the couch.] How was your day?

[She laughs softly at his antics, never really surprised that he was going to make an entrance in some fashion or another. As is his way.

She leans into him.]

It was all right. All things considered. [Sasha sighs a bit, mulling around just how she's going to tell Tim about a citation that involved Jon.] How was yours?

Not quite yet. [He agrees. Holding the bottle out to her.]

I know you will. [He continues to kiss her. Letting his eyes close so he can take in the full taste of her on his lips as his fingertips begin to move. Rubbing themselves up and down the curve of her groin. Feeling the heat of her body for several moments before those fingers move all the way up to the edge of her pants. Looking to start removing those as well.]

Pretty standard really. [He moves to start taking off his shoes. Looking to really relax now that he was home.] Not bad, not great, but fine.

But you wanted to talk? Was it before or after dinner?

[She grins, deeper, wider, and leans forward. Instead of taking the bottle, she tips the bottom of it to bring it up, and angles her mouth to it.]

[She blows out a sigh and nods. Might as well get on with it.]

We can talk now. [Sasha's fingers mess with the hem of her shirt, if only because she's really uncertain of what else to do with her hands at present.] So, I'm sure you'll get a notification, but I... received a citation. For erm... being disrespectful to a Dominant. By which I mean Jon and I had an argument in public. And I... yelled at him. And it was likely one of the locals that reported it.

[She looks over at Tim, feeling a little sheepish.] Sorry.

Ah. [He sounds completely unsurprised and unconcerned.] I was wondering when you were going to tell me about it.

[Leaning into her slightly so he can reach into his pants pocket he pulls out the physical copy he had received of her citation. Holding it out so she can see it and even take it if she really wants to.] I got it the day of Jon's party. I knew you'd say something when you were ready.

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