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Depends how nicely you ask.

I've already said I'd beg for it? How much nicer do I need to be?

A bottle of whiskey and a can of whip cream.

Done and extra done. Where should I deliver them?

007-d in the Down.

I'll be there in half an hour.

[Knock knock.]

It's open.

[As she assumes who it is, not that it really matters. Worst that happens is someone gets a look at her all but naked on her bed.]

[Tim enters the home. Looking around when he doesn't spot her right away.] Come out, come out wherever you are. [He follows the sound of her voice to the bedroom. Grinning wickedly as he holds up the two requested items.] Does this please my princess?

[Could she come out? Yes. Does she come out? No.

Rather, she remains where she had been before she had accidentally sent her message to him, which she's not complaining about at all.]

It's a good start...

[A cock of her head, before curling her finger, beckoning.]

[Tim approaches the bed, but instead of climbing in to join her, he falls down to his knees. Gazing up with a playful grin.]

Oh, beautiful goddess you are even more remarkable and stunning in person. You honour me with this meeting. Tell me, the holder of my heart, which would please you most to start with? [He holds up the two bottles for her to pick from.] Or is there something else you might desire?

Goddess... Careful. I may grow to enjoy the groveling.

[Not that there is actually anything malicious about her expression. Rather, it mirrors his own as she smirks in turn. Shifting slightly, a bit more of her bare shoulder bared, she stretches a leg out, to bump the one on the left.]

You can start there, and we'll get onto what else I desire shortly.

Well, I already enjoy doing it for you so I don't see an issue. [The bottle of whisky is heavier so it's in his stronger right hand, which means she points to the whip cream.] An excellent choice, now here's a question. Do you want to wear this? Or lick it off?

And why does it need to be one or the other?

[That slow smirk as she shifts to lean forward, moving into her knees.]

Because I like both options.

Both, is always better. And, I'm excited-- [He leans in close, just shy of kissing her.] --too see just how good you taste. [He's just about to kiss her, but then pulls back at the last second with a teasing smirk.] But first, I think I might be wearing too many clothes. Don't you agree?

[She could lean forward, could claim his lips for herself, and she does momentarily debate that, but she can wait, tongue darting out across her lower lip.]

Very much, and yet your hands seem to be full at the moment. If only we had a solution.

[Skimming her hand up along his thigh, she grins, before moving it up to tug at the waist of his pants, before working his shirt free.]

[Tim didn't wear many layers. Wanting this part to be quick and easy so that they can jump to the fun right away. He wiggles his hips to help his pants drop down and off his body.] I might need to set these down to take off my sweater.

[He's unable to wait any longer. He leans in for a kiss.]

[Her fingers brush against his hips, trailing down for a moment to follow the path of his pants, before turning back up. Dipping under, she trails a hand, her nails upwards, linking into that sweater to curl it up as she goes. The other goes to take what's in his left hand.]

Here...

[Although he's already leaning forward, and she's tugging him closer by his sweater, dropping the item in question as she drags him back with her, deepening the kiss.]

[He gladly hands over the bottle of whip cream. Chuckling a little as they kiss before finally helping to pull his sweater off. Revealing a more natural sweater underneath thanks to his chest hair.] Much better.

[Leaning over he sets the booze to the side so that he finally has both of his hands free. Wanting to run his fingertips down her body and feel every inch of her. Coming in once again for another kiss.]

[She gives the can a little preparatory shake for later, letting the blanket slip down and pool around her hips. Her eyes trace him, grinning as he comes in for another kiss, and her hand brushes down his chest, before slinking back up, dragging her nails along, until up around his shoulders. Lips parting, she gives a tug with the arm that settles around his neck, pulling him down further with her.]

It will get better.

And it's so good already. [He kisses at her mouth as he blindly reaches for that can she's set aside. Giving it his own shake before he opens it. Pressing down on the nozzle and circling one of her nipples with the cream. Quickly following by his mouth. Lapping up the cream and circling her tit with his tongue.]

[Jadzia had been planning on using it, although there's no complaints from her when Tim beats her to the punch. It is a strange sensation, one that pebbles her nipple already as the cream meets her flesh, before his tongue laves a circle. It's a moan as her fingers move to curl into his hair, splaying, before giving a small tug.]

Again.

[More than happy to oblige her, he takes the can and sprays not just one nipple this time, but both. Plus a line down her stomach.] This might be the best text message I've gotten all month. [He teases right before he lowers his head down to her first breast. Slowly lapping up the cream there.]

[Her stomach muscles tense a moment as he draws down her flesh, a pleased expression on her face as his tongue drags again over her skin. Settling her legs around his waist, she gives a light squeeze as she rolls her hips up to press against him.]

I'll have to make it the best text ever...

Oh, I don't think you need to worry about that. [He slides a hand down the side of her body. Moving to cup her ass. Giving it a squeeze before tilting it up slightly in order to grind his hips up against her body. Not yet trying to penetrate. Simply teasing and giving a hint of what he could be doing.]

You want a taste of how good this creme is? [Hopefully the answer is yes as he's coming in to kiss her regardless of the answer.]

[She writhes as his hands skim down, smirk growing wider as he explores. That small hitch in her breath as his hands grasp turns deeper as he teasingly grinds against her. It's her own rolling reply, body answering body, giving him his own hint of things to come.]

I want more than a taste...

[Although she does let him come to her, before pressing her lips against his, tongue darting out to chase the traces of it.]

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