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[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.]

[Immediately Tim's mouth opens to let her in. Letting her explore as much as she wants. As they kiss he slowly shifts his body to properly put himself into position. His hands rubbing her up and down before pulling her close once again. This time he presses his head up against her folds, pausing for only a brief moment or two there to see if she'll protest at all before he starts to push himself into her.]

[Her moan is lost against his lips as he yields to her, and she presses forward. She can taste the hints of cream that linger as her body rolls up to grind against his suggestively. Yet her hand shifts, to pry that can free, as her tongue teases.

She doesn't need to wait long, aware of how he settles, and how that hot hardness prods up against her. Her own core throbs in reply. It's a deeper groan as Tim tugs her close, positioning himself, and ah... It's that pleased noise as her head rolls back, her body now yielding to his, welcoming him as she shudders under him.

The night is still young, and Jadzia has no plans of letting him go anytime soon as she grinds up to meet him.]

[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.]

[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.

[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.]

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.]

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