dreampost: even more after dark edition

[wotanon]

[ shit's going to be sexy in here.

please list what you're open or not open to somewhere in your toplevel pls and thank ]

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[unbr8kable]

[She bows her head further instead, though it's hard to tell whether it's an attempt to cover how her flush deepens or just giving him better access to her hair. Either way, she is slow to rise.]

You don't think you deserve it?

[It's tough to see her true expression with her head bowed, but her voice is still playful]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Oh. Well... if she's staying put, he might as well make it time well spent. His fingers stroke softly through her hair - hesitate, then follow the path down to the side of her head, before coming up to stroke again.]

I think -

I think anyone who got a promise like that from you should count themselves pretty damn lucky.

[Which is not quite the answer to the question she asked, but. Maybe close enough?]

[unbr8kable]

Damned right they should.

[Except it comes out just a little shaky, because it feels so terribly nice to be touched like that--familiar in a way she doesn't usually let herself be with him outside of extenuating circumstances like bad games or bad luck. This is the sort of feeling you can get too used to, but no point in even pretending she'd pull away.

...Besides, she doesn't have to, her master can praise her as he sees fit. (The answer was close enough.)]

So...what're you gonna do with it?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Now his voice edges over into playful; if she glances up, there's the hint of a smile at the corner of his lips.]

What? You saying it's a no go just to do this for fifteen minutes?

[His hand hasn't let up the petting; one of his fingers twines around a strands of it, gentle, on the way down.]

[unbr8kable]

If I doze off in here wearing this I am definitely gonna kick your ass once I wake up.

[She sticks out her tongue, though makes no further attempt to make him stop]

[crossmyheartandhope]

Hey, that any way to talk to your master?

[He doesn't let the words dissuade him, though - a minute, or maybe two - then, gradually, he eases up.]

...you want a change of pace, though, we can do a change of pace. I won't put you to sleep or nothing.

C'mon and stand up again.

[unbr8kable]

It's definitely one way to talk to him.

[Her expression is soft, though, far too much so to properly counter. Instead she just gets to her feet, standing facing him]

Let's see what you got, boss.

[crossmyheartandhope]

...not a whole lot?

But, like. I kept seeing this one square floating around. And like...

[He hesitates.]

...how you feel about giving the whole massage thing a try?

[unbr8kable]

[She cocks her head]

You want one?

[crossmyheartandhope]

I mean. Like I said, you can pass.

If that's not your jam, there's always a door number two.

[unbr8kable]

[Shrugs]

No guarantees on quality, but should be easy enough.

[Pauses, considers how this starts when you aren't already in bed]

Um... Man, I just dressed you, but you wanna take some of that off? Uh, I mean, you don't have to, just don't want it to be constricting or nothing...

[crossmyheartandhope]

[The blush had gone away; now it rushes back in to darken his cheeks as his ducks his head.]

...yeah. Sure. You wanna, uh -

I mean.

[He remembers - clears his throat.]

I command you to help me out here.

[unbr8kable]

“Command,” wow. You could’ve just asked.

[But she leans in and reaches to unbutton his neckline, gather up the dress at his sides]

[crossmyheartandhope]

- sorry. Would you...?

[He goes a darker red, maybe at the words, and maybe that the feel of her fingers plucking at button at his collar bone. He lifts his arms, mirroring the pose she asked for, earlier.]

[unbr8kable]

[It's different, making him blush from this close, and she almost feels bad for it. She pats him on one rosy cheek anyway, two gentle taps]

You don't have to apologize. ...Master.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[His face isn't hot, exactly, not the way it ought to be. But it's warm, far warmer than he usually runs, and he doesn't quite manage not to lean into the place where her hand touches. Which of course makes his cheeks flush even darker.]

Right.

...right.

So - so are you gonna follow orders, or...?

[unbr8kable]

[Purses her lips, does a bad job of withholding a smile. Does a bad job of keeping her hands to herself, too, one at his waist, still grabbing the dress; the other cupping his cheek, as he'd leaned into the touch and she hadn't pulled away]

Not to say no, but you know when you put it like that it makes me want to know what the 'or else' is.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Has she ever heard him squeak before? Congratulations, she has now officially heard him squeak.]

[He ducks his head, blushing furiously, but notably doesn't move enough to break the contact with the hand on his cheek.]

I meant, or you can pass on this one...!

[unbr8kable]

[And filing that one away for later]

That's not much of a threat. I thought being the boss was all about solidifying power or whatever. You aren't worried about disobedient help? Master.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He glances up at her, hesitant - trying to gauge her expression.]

I mean... you are being kinda pushy.

[unbr8kable]

Thought that was my charm point.

[Playful--a little challenging. He has probably seen this expression before, mostly in the context of bothering others to test her limits. Her hand drops from his cheek to his waist, since she was undressing him, ostensibly]

Anyways, you asked for loyal--you didn't specify polite.

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He hesitates - shivers a little, when her hand falls to his waist, and leans into that, too, without quite meaning to.]

[At the look on her face, the corners of his mouth creep up into a smile - genuine, behind about seven different layers of flustered.]

You got a lot of charm points.

Pretty sure that one can take a break for a couple minutes.

[He hesitates - remembers how warm her face had been, when she was down on one knee, and lifts his hand to brush the cheek with the pad of his thumb, gentle.]

Don't you wanna be good for me?

[unbr8kable]

I,

[Her cheek is hot now, flush spread down her neck and up her ears, and she's the one ducking her head a little (though notably not away from his touch).

Regrouping is apparently tougher than expected, and she breaks off to swallow, throat dry. The rest comes out softer than she'd meant it to sound, but still mostly in character, if dulled a bit by the blush]

I, guess, I could consider it. If 'good' is what you want me to be.

[crossmyheartandhope]

I mean... it's your call, yeah? Carrot or stick. You wanna push, I'll push back.

Gotta see about - what was it, solidifying power. What kinda master'd just let you run wild?

[He reaches the other hand up, to cup the other side of her face - strokes his thumb along the line of her jaw, gentle.]

But if you're real good, I got an excuse to give you a reward later.

[unbr8kable]

[...Honestly she had not expected such a difficult decision.

Honestly, she'd figured he'd back down and she'd let up, as usual. And again, she has no reason to be contrary other than the joy of saying no--she feels like it's pretty obvious she doesn't have anything against touching him--being touched by him (his hands feel so cool against her face and it's)--

--It's hard not to want to push a little, especially knowing he's in on the game...it's hard not to want to see how much he'll challenge; how far he'll go. And surely that's the only reason her pulse rushes so, why she's so aware of the space between them and where they've met; why her mouth keeps running]

...Or, you could give me a reward now...pay it forward.