This is getting to be a habit. [rp for lapsedsaint]

[aesthetic_mojo]

As promised, Charlie had a yo-yo delivered to the New York offices of the Department of Justice. She had it hand delivered, open, with clear indicators who it was for and from. Hopefully that would get it through any bomb detection fairly quickly. The rest of that day was spent furniture shopping. She spent a small fortune for very few pieces she would have to wait longer than she liked for.

Her last stop was to replace what they'd drunk and get another bottle of something wonderful. If he didn't come, they would last forever. If he didn't come, the universe would make much more sense than it did at the moment. Still, when he didn't come the first night, she worried. Not so much that he was blowing her off, but that his headache was a thing of real concern.

There was nothing in her schedule to keep her from being home in the evenings, so she settled into a pattern. As the sun headed for the horizon, she changed into loose clothes, made herself a pot of tea, and sat one of two folding chairs on the patio. The kittens played at her feet until the sun went down completely. With all the things to mull over, her mind went most often to the necklace sitting on the kitchen counter. In its way, it was easier to think about that than of the man who might or might not show up at her door.

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[aesthetic_mojo]

She whimpered. "Don't say that. Please." She moved up until she lay beside him with her head on his shoulder, her hand still wrapped around his cock. "Who knows what we deserve?"

She kissed his neck as she moved her hand a little faster. "Two hands, one mouth, my whole body. All for you right now." She swallowed hard. "You can touch me anywhere you want."

[lapsedsaint]

He nodded and turned to kiss her hair. Licking his lips, he rolled some on his side so he could touch her. His hand moved over her side, fingertips very lightly brushed the side of her breast before continuing to her hip.

"I don't understand why. Why are you letting me do this?"

[aesthetic_mojo]

She arched to chase his fingers, her own tightening around his cock. "Letting you?" She groaned. "I'm two steps away from begging you."

She kissed everywhere she could reach easily--his chest, neck, jaw. She got her other hand onto his belly, trailing her nails over him. "I'm letting you do it because it feels good. Because I want to know what excites you."