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[teenyoda]

"Leave a message. I'm around. Or sleeping. Or... stuff."

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[truesight]

Fair point.

[ the next picture is just of a little honeypot, smudges of gold around the rim of it, but otherwise it looks untouched

Really, really tempted to try some before you get here.
Maybe I should though, just to see if it works?

[teenyoda]

... Just a little. But you stay in your room. I swear to god if you go running around all painted gold and sexified up, I'm going to lose my shit, Rach.

[truesight]

[ after a couple of minutes ]

That's actually a good point.
Maybe I should handcuff one of my hands to the bed or something.
Not even in an "oolala" way, but, in case it does make me want to leave my room and find you or something.
I'll leave the key somewhere so you can unlock me once you get here.

[teenyoda]

I'm getting deja vu. This happens so often. What is my life?

[truesight]

Gods, why would you say that? This is way different than when you had to cuff Scott to his bed.

[teenyoda]

It's way sexier, yeah, but it's to keep you from wandering around before I can come lick you clean. In thirty minutes.

[truesight]

That makes it sounds like you were also licking Scott clean. I'm just saying.

[ a few minutes later she's sending a picture of a little key on her desk, then another of two fingers being dipped in that little pot, then another right after of her sucking those fingers off. not even being subtle anymore. ..not that she was before, but, whatever. it was probably stupid to cuff herself before trying some of that honey, since now the little pot is right on the bed next to her, but oh well. ]

[teenyoda]

You wish. I bet you're picturing that.

[Not fair. Not fair at all. It looked good. Now he wanted some. Like, right now.]

Push it away. You only get a little.

[truesight]

I'm picturing your tongue on my body, actually.

And I'm still waiting to feel something, so far I've just got sticky lips. Tastes like regular honey, though.

[teenyoda]

I've been picturing my tongue on your body for over an hour.

Maybe it didn't work?

[truesight]

Maybe it just takes a couple of minutes. Jeeze, have faith in my doodles, okay. I asked for something that would put our sex drives into overdrive. Maybe it's just a slow process.

[ slow process, like typing with one hand while the other is cuffed up to her bed post. oh well. it's not awful ]

Maybe I need to eat more.

[ maybe, maybe not, but she's doing it anyway. just another scoop of her fingers, not a lot. it drips on her chin, but that's okay, Stiles can get it when he gets here ]

[teenyoda]

Maybe you need to stop having it before I get there. In twenty-eight minutes. Oh my god, seriously, Rachel. Don't get all hornball without me. I'm horny enough for the pair of us.

[truesight]

[ she doesn't text back for a few minutes, almost ten ]

ok the hney's on the nigtstadn
you need to get here now

[teenyoda]

Whatre you doing? I'm almost done, Rach. Just doing end tally.

[truesight]

be here now be here now be here now be here now

[teenyoda]

[Yeah, that semi-hard erection that had been flagging over the last few minutes? Back with a vengeance at the thought that she was now handcuffed and horny in her room.]

Ten minutes. Not even. Then I'm omw.

[truesight]

shou've waited for you
holy hera this was sos tupid why
did
i cant even explain it

[teenyoda]

ALMOST DONE. OMG DON'T GO ANYWHERE.

[truesight]

still handcuffed you jeerk
stileeeees

[teenyoda]

CLOSE TO DONE. TWO MINUTES.

[truesight]

hurry hurry hurry

[teenyoda]

[Stiles finished up his shift in record time, leaving with a yelled 'bye' and bolting for Rachel's. He almost ran into a hundred people on the way and narrowly avoided smashing into a building, but he eventually got to Freyr's house, running up the stairs to her room and knocking on the door before he remembered.

Smacking himself in the head, he opened it and slipped inside before closing it and leaning against it, panting and trying not to wheeze, because so unsexy.]

I'm... I'm.... I'm...

[Pantpantpant]

I'M HERE.

[truesight]

[ the door opens and shuts and Rachel actually tries to get off the bed, despite the fact that she's been trying for the past few minutes. so she whines, scooting back up again so her wrist isn't handing awkwardly from the cuff, and- well okay, there were little designs and patterns along her arms and legs and stomach, but they're mostly smudged now, and there's shimmery gold paint all over her sheets, which are kind of also a mess now, and the room probably smells strongly of pineapple at this point, but all she cares about is- ]

Key. Key, key, key.

[ she's even reaching with her free hand, like she didn't send him a picture before, and that he needs to be shown. ]

Oh, gods, I'm-

[ there isn't really a word for how turned on she is right now, and it's not like she's feeling phantom hands or something weird, but it does feel like she's being teased, in a way, stimulation from nothing. it's confusing and crazy ]

Stiles, please.

[teenyoda]

[He was panting and wheezing, but he was also just sort of... staring. Because shit. She looked hot like that. All naked and glittery and desperate. He pushed up from the door and looked over to where the key was, then over to the honey pot.]

How much did you have?

[truesight]

Three- [ fingerfuls? that wasn't a term. ] - I dipped my fingers in three times, I don't know. Didn't think it was a lot. But I must've thought of it like, in doses, or something. [ she breaks off with a whimper, like talking is this really difficult thing. which is kind of is. ] I can't think.