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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[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.

[crossmyheartandhope]

...okay.

Yeah. Sure. I can be, like - benevolent.

[He hesitates - bites at his lip.]

[He's painfully aware of how little space there is between them, and of how warm her face is, and of the touch of her hand still on his waist.]

Then, your next order is - tell me what reward you want. What - what you want most, right now.

[unbr8kable]

[She wants an awful lot of things.

What she does is lean in, drops a soft little kiss on his mouth.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He goes absolutely stock still for a second, eyes growing wide.]

[The hands on her face tremble; he just stares, like he can't quite believe - like he didn't dare quite believe -]

[Then he presses forward, so very careful, leaning in to reciprocate.]

[unbr8kable]

[She lets him be careful. Her hands flutter at his waist, gentle.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[The hand on one of her cheeks smooths backward, soft, the fingers carding through her hair.]

[He takes a half-step forward, not quite closing the space left between them, but bridging the gap a little more.]

[unbr8kable]

[A shiver and a hum and she parts her lips a little, careful. Lets the grip at his waist become a little more present, but otherwise lets him lead]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[He takes the parted lips as an invitation - presses in a little nearer, and tips her head, attempting to deepen the kiss.]

[unbr8kable]

[Lets him do that, too, slowly, tentatively angling so that their mouths can fit together more neatly.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[The hand still cupping the side of her face trails downward - flounders, for a second, like it isn't quite sure what to do with itself. It settles on her back, and he takes that last half-step nearer, so that he can get it around her in a proper embrace.]

[They're not pressed up against each other, but the space between them is much smaller, now; he can feel the warmth of her, even where they're not touching, and he shivers again, keenly aware of that space.]

[The touch of his tongue at her lower lip, when it comes, feels tentative - cautious, as though he's not quite sure if this is all right.]