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Then I have a homework assignment for you. Think up a safe word you might like to use. Something unlikely to come up in the ~~~throws of passion~~~

Do you want me to tell you now or when I get home?
Sorry. In the bloody queue at the lift. Got some time to think.

You can tell me now if you have an idea already.

How about LEMON?
It's silly, but I think it works.

Thank you for this.

I like it. I think it's great. Meet you at home? [Where he will have his best silk sheets on the bed, candles, and a couple of his least favorite work ties dangling off the corner of his bed.]

Bells on.

[She's in the door and dropping her bag on the kitchen counter, her shoes left on the mat. Sasha's tired from a long damn day, but her mind's been running since she'd punched out for the night.

She calls out for Tim, immediately wondering if it's just them in the flat.]

It's me! I'm home! If anyone cares? [The last bit is said good-naturedly.]

I certainly care. [He calls out while coming out of his bedroom. Dressed fairly casually. A pair of brown slacks and a dark blue button up shirt. He had set the mood in the bedroom but didn't want to overwhelm her either. So normal dress is what he went for.] Also we do have the place to ourselves tonight. I mentioned to David I would be entertaining. I've offered David a hotel room for the night. He seemed fine with it.

[She smiles at the response and his appearance, glad that he seems to really just be going with the flow of it. No leather pants, of that she's thankful for. Among other things.]

I hope David finds time to actually rest and not work himself stupid. [She knows better, sadly. Sasha worries, but she can hope.

She regards Tim for a minute before coming around to meet him.]

I hope I didn't bother you too much with my really unusual for me request.

Edited (Moar words) 2021-05-21 19:02 (UTC)

I doubt David will rest for that long. I don't think he knows how. [It's said with a hint of pride to Tim's voice. There was something to admired with that kind of dedication to a job.] You know, he reminds me of Jon sometimes in that way. Work alcoholic type.

[Except thinking about Jon wasn't sexy in Tim's opinion. Especially thinking about Jon in the context of work. So he shakes his head and moves on.] I wasn't bothered in the slightest. I told you that I would always be happy to help you with exploring more kinks and I meant it. Now, did you want dinner first? Are you hungry? I-um, I haven't prepared anything yet because I wasn't sure if you'd want to explore bondage on a full stomach or not.

[Her stomach is happy to answer all on its own, and Sasha ducks her head with a chuckle.]

I think dinner might be good. I didn't really get much by the way of lunch today. Haven was ridiculously busy today. [She sighs.] A lot more busy lately.

Then lets eat some dinner. Do you have a craving for anything? [He makes a move toward the kitchen.] I'm happy to cook while you relax a bit. Unwind from the work day. Maybe take a bubble bath? You can use my Jacuzzi if you want.

[She shakes her head with a chuckle.] I'm afraid if I do anything that's too relaxing, I'm going to fall asleep and then my thoughts for the night are ruined.

I'm going to get out of my work clothes--[She pauses, pursing her lips as a thought strikes her.] Unless you... I dunno. [Sasha smirks.] ...maybe would want to undress me?

Oh, I do. [He easily admits. Stepping closer to gently rub her arm. An easy, casual touch to slowly get her use to the idea of them touching each other.] But you could slip into something more comfortable for me to take off.

That oooooor, we could take dinner into bed and I could help you out of your work clothes before hopping into bed to eat.

[She smiles easily, even if her gut's giving her all sorts of butterfly rave sensations. How is it that she could be nervous about something like this with her best friend? Sasha sums it up to excitement. Something new.]

Aren't you afraid of getting food all over your really nice bed?

That's why I own spare sheets. You just change them out for new ones. [He leans in to give her a quick, short kiss. A little worried it might be moving too fast, but also feeling like living a little dangerously.] Tonight is about you and us. I'm not worried about sheets.

[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.

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

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