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[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.]

[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.

[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.]

[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?

[She hits his arm with the back of her hand, giving him a yell of protest and a laugh.] Don't you dare! Just-- damn you.

[Sasha starts to sit up, her mind set on at least a granola bar or something.] You're not helping, Tim. Either continue or get me something quick and then continue? Please.

[He leans forward to kiss her as she sits up.] Quick... quick... Yeah! I got it. [He moves to get off the bed.] Don't you dare go anywhere. [He jokes, knowing she wasn't going anywhere.] Unless it's into my tub. I'll be right back.

[He nearly runs back to the kitchen. She'll hear him banging around out there for a couple minutes before he comes rushing back. Bread that can only be charitably called toast on a plate. He got impatient waiting for them to toast so he may have taken the pieces out a bit early to smother them with jam.] How's this?

[It's ridiculous, and more jam than toast, but it's something. He tried.
Sasha sits up a bit more, taking the plate from him with a half-resigned smile.]

This is okay. Thank you, Tim.

[At least it's good jam. She takes a bite as her stomach growls in that 'if you don't fucking feed me, I'm going to attack you' sort of way. Sasha makes quick work of her lightly-toasted toast and jam, sucking a spot off of her thumb as she hands the plate back. At least she can make it to dinner, now. She thinks.]

I think this just means we're going to have to order in late, hm?

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