[She says that with her head turning to the side, mouth smirking and her eyes peaking open just enough to squint. They slip closed again a moment after, while her hands get to work teasing around her breasts. She pictures his hands, much warmer than her own, pinching hard at her nipples, just enough to border close to painful without making it there.
She pictures his mouth kissing down her chest, down to her navel and a hand follows the trail, fingers teasing along her skin as she shifts her hips. Sighing softly, Jem's thighs part wider while her fingers trace down between her legs, right down between her folds. The views obscured, she knows, by her legs. But maybe this better, leaving a little to his imagination. ]
[And now he grins, effectively fighting off laughter.]
Not that, either. Though it should.
[At least he doesn't claim it's delicious, even if he's thinking it. What's the point in arguing when she's doing such a good job entertaining him. It's true that it's best left to imagination, too, by the way he tilts his head and narrows his eyes softly, lips curling at the corners.]
[Her hands are much colder, raising the hairs on her skin with every touch. But they'll warm quick enough the more she works herself. Right now it's mostly teasing; she inches a finger in, curling up into herself slightly with a sigh.]
Better, [she says after a moment, completely straight faced for three whole seconds before she grins and ruins it.
She starts a slow rythym, reaching down with her other hand to part her folds with two fingers. She starts slow and steady before she adds another in.] How's work? [conversational, like she isn't fingering herself.]
[She grins and laughs, a breathless one, while she works her fingers up to her clit. Slow still, lazy and languid while she works a finger in a slow circle.]
That's a shame. You've only got fifteen minutes left.
[Her breath catches, eyelids fluttering just for. moment.] Ah - could always leave early.
[But so early into having a job! What a bad impression. Then again, in a club full of perverts, who could blame you for ditching work to go bone your girlfriend.]
You're gonna miss some of it anyway, on your way here.
[She turns her head, flashing a grin at her phone. What are fifteen minutes anyway? Nothing, really.
She works her fingers a little faster, pressure firmer and more precious. A hand comes away to tease at a breast and her hips shift and roll in a short sharp movement. The noises she makes aren't nearly as loud as they usually are. If anything, they're slightly bitten off sighs, reserved and forced quiet, like she's trying hard to be discreet. ]
[Easily the longest ten minutes of her life, but her hands are a good distraction.]
Hmmm. Dunno. Maybe you're kissing me? Maybe you're talkin' in my ear?
[There is a whole expanse of skin where his mouth could be kept busy, but she's not exactly subtle about how much she likes it when he murmurs dirty talk in her ear.]
[Exhibit a: the subtle shift of her hips rising up, the way her voice is pitched and breathless. There's a sheen of sweat on her neck and chest that she doubts he can see. The phone's too far away, after all. ]
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[She says that with her head turning to the side, mouth smirking and her eyes peaking open just enough to squint. They slip closed again a moment after, while her hands get to work teasing around her breasts. She pictures his hands, much warmer than her own, pinching hard at her nipples, just enough to border close to painful without making it there.
She pictures his mouth kissing down her chest, down to her navel and a hand follows the trail, fingers teasing along her skin as she shifts her hips. Sighing softly, Jem's thighs part wider while her fingers trace down between her legs, right down between her folds. The views obscured, she knows, by her legs. But maybe this better, leaving a little to his imagination. ]
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Not that, either. Though it should.
[At least he doesn't claim it's delicious, even if he's thinking it. What's the point in arguing when she's doing such a good job entertaining him. It's true that it's best left to imagination, too, by the way he tilts his head and narrows his eyes softly, lips curling at the corners.]
Are they as nice as my hands?
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Better, [she says after a moment, completely straight faced for three whole seconds before she grins and ruins it.
She starts a slow rythym, reaching down with her other hand to part her folds with two fingers. She starts slow and steady before she adds another in.] How's work? [conversational, like she isn't fingering herself.]
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[WiLL YOU JEM?!]
Work's just fine. Kinda slow right now. [Slow get it. Like your hands. eyy.]
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That's a shame. You've only got fifteen minutes left.
[Her breath catches, eyelids fluttering just for. moment.] Ah - could always leave early.
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[But so early into having a job! What a bad impression. Then again, in a club full of perverts, who could blame you for ditching work to go bone your girlfriend.]
But I don't wanna miss the show now.
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[She turns her head, flashing a grin at her phone. What are fifteen minutes anyway? Nothing, really.
She works her fingers a little faster, pressure firmer and more precious. A hand comes away to tease at a breast and her hips shift and roll in a short sharp movement. The noises she makes aren't nearly as loud as they usually are. If anything, they're slightly bitten off sighs, reserved and forced quiet, like she's trying hard to be discreet. ]
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So I know what my hands are doing... [let me consider like the creep I am.] What about my mouth.
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Hmmm. Dunno. Maybe you're kissing me? Maybe you're talkin' in my ear?
[There is a whole expanse of skin where his mouth could be kept busy, but she's not exactly subtle about how much she likes it when he murmurs dirty talk in her ear.]
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[meow.]
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[busier than he is workin tbh, #slacker.]
What if I'm all done before you get a chance?
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[Exhibit a: the subtle shift of her hips rising up, the way her voice is pitched and breathless. There's a sheen of sweat on her neck and chest that she doubts he can see. The phone's too far away, after all. ]