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[teenyoda]

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

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[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.

[teenyoda]

[He goes over and picks up the key, then stops and turns back to make sure her door was locked. Yes. Locked. Good. No escaping naked Rachels.

Then he's coming over to the bed, moving to sit up close to her and reach over to sort of... pet her. Soothe her. Calm her down a little before he goes to unlock the cuff.]

This is probably a bad time to say it, but Jesus, you're sexy right now.

[truesight]

No, it's perfect- Say anything-

[ just having him right there, touching her and talking to her, she's cool with it. so cool. her fingers are slipping up the back of his shirt, just to drag the pads of her fingers over his skin, like she needs that contact. skin against skin. ]

It's so crazy, I don't feel dizzy or drunk or anything weird, I just can't focus on anything but kissing and touching and sex. [ sexsexsexsexsex ] And even just the way the hancuffs feel and the sheets and- hearing you talk. [ is apparently enough to get her going right now, yeah. well, keep her going, rather. ] I love you so much.

[teenyoda]

[He's sort of playing with the handcuff key, not really ready to unlock her because...

Well, because she was fucking hot all needy and chained up like that.]

You still got some of that gold paint? Maybe I want to try to do a little art with it on you...

[His eyes flicked over to the little honeypot, wondering what it tasted like. Wondering what it would feel like if he just...]

[truesight]

[ she's got her eyes on that key ( or maybe her eyes are on his hand ), like maybe if she focuses on it he'll unlock her a little faster. but then it's obvious that's not on his agenda, and she tugs at the cuff, willing it to break open. c'mon, stupid thing. breakbreakbreak. she needs to be touching him with both hands. ]

It's on the floor, over on this side. [ it was in a little metal paint bucket, and it kept tipping when she had it on the bed, so. yeah. ] But you have to unlock me first. [ no, he doesn't actually have to, which makes her whine a bit ] Please?

[teenyoda]

[He really should give in. He really should unlock her.

Funny how he was bending down to pick up the bucket of paint instead. The key was slipped into his pocket and he sat back on the bed, moving the bucket around to watch the gold paint shimmer inside it. Dipping a finger in, he licked it clean, tasting the sweet pineappley taste before he grinned at her.]

Where should I start first?

[truesight]

[ she feels herself rubbing her thighs together before she realizes she's made the decision to do so, teeth biting hard into his lower lip because why is he licking his fingers she should be licking his fingers, those fingers are hers to lick and kiss and suck on and oh gods it's alarming how thoroughly she's thinking about this. she feels split in two, at the moment, normal Rachel who recognizes this as a little weird, and the Rachel that's eaten too much honey and is reacting to it the way she planned for it to. it's a little bizarre. ]

Anywhere. [ her free hand is fisted in the sheets under her, trying to resist the need to touch him, for now. she can behave. ] My stomach. My thighs. Kiss me? [ thinking is really hard beyond sexsexsex, right, but then it was handshandshands and now mouthmouthmouth. ]

[teenyoda]

[His finger comes out of the bucket covered in gold and he moves it up to one of those very lovely pale thighs. Slowly, he traces a curlicue line on the outside of it, making it go up, and up, and up to the top, where he made a little heart.]

Kiss you? But I had better plans for what to do with my mouth.

[truesight]

[ she moans after his finger moves just a few inches over her skin, because it feels cold and hot all at once, which is when she realizes it's just the paint that's cold, and the slide of his finger over her skin making her feel hot. so weird, so, so weird. ]

But I need kisses. [ she doesn't know where exactly, but she's sure she needs them, and she wants to be kissing him back, so clearly just asking him to kiss her is the best way to solve that. ] At least try some honey, you can lick it off my fingers. I could lick it off of yours. [ apparently the thought is enough to make her forget that that's what's making her feel crazy right now, because then she's pulling at her cuff so she can try and reach to where she pushed the little honeypot across the nightstand ]

[teenyoda]

[He's watching her with a smile, and nope, that erection hadn't gone anywhere. It was probably why he'd almost bailed into the building. Running with one was... difficult.

His hands moved to her hips, pulling her back down on the bed.]

I have an idea of where I'd like to lick it off of...