I was thinking about what we could do after the movie.
[In bed, on the floor, whatever. Graham needs to start thinking in that direction. He can pick any movie he wants later, as long as he drops it for now.]
Thinking about it made me want you, now. Do you know what I'm doing, Graham?
( his mind might have gone to dinner if it weren't for the second text. and with that it slams into something else entirely, quite suddenly. which is a bit foreign for him. he thinks of Emma often, yet before now he'd never really been able to think of her as clearly as he can now. he doesn't have to stay trapped in objectivity because she's not near.
it takes him a moment to respond, but when he does he's definitely not thinking about penguins anymore. )
no. ( and that's not a lie, he doesn't know for certain, yet his imagination provides some interesting possibilities. ) what are you doing?
[ Was she supposed to skip the main event? She'd rather let him feel like he's participating from a distance. It seems safe to assume that he's figured out what she's up to, but she's still trying to gauge his interest. This is good, right? New, but not entirely unwelcome?
If he doesn't like it, she's hoping he'll stop her before she makes a fool out of herself.]
( hopefully that's indication enough that he doesn't mind. he might need to have a little time to get into the swing of this, but that doesn't mean he's not interested. it's just something he's never had any experience with before. )
[Leave it to Graham to be happy with what little she started with. He's already in the habit of not asking for more, it figures that he'd leave it at that. Emma is really no more experienced at this than he is, she just figured they could make it up as they go. If they like it, maybe it could be a thing.]
Would you watch while I stripped down for you? You usually help, too. I'd want you to touch me.
just watching you was probably the hardest thing I've ever had to do.
( he remembers once when she pushed him down on the bed, and slowly pulled her shirt off just a fingertip farther than he could reach. just a shirt, and it'd felt like sublime torture.
a good kind of torture. is that a thing? )
I'd touch you. if you'd let me. it takes too long to get your clothes off.
[ He's not the only one who thinks it's torture when they don't touch. It's not any easier to be the person withholding, but the end result was worth it. She likes knowing she can drive him a little crazy sometimes. ]
Don't worry, they're off now.
[ No photographic proof, but take her word for it.]
( probably for the best that there is no evidence. baby steps, sexting with pictures might just end up with a thirty minute silence and him showing up at her door. which is probably what they're used to, but not how sexting works.
and since "everywhere" is possibly too vague: )
your neck. when I kiss your neck, you always make these wonderful sounds...
[ She wouldn't be disappointed if he showed up at her door. No matter what's going on, she's always happy to see him. Sex instead of sexting might qualify as a little predictable, but her self-restraint is as bad as his is. If he was here, she'd take full advantage. ]
That's because you don't just kiss. You leave marks everywhere. My neck, my breasts, my thighs... you're all over me all the time.
[Whether he's with her or not. It's a habit she likes enough to copy it.]
( his initial instinct would be to apologize. he shouldn't leave marks all over her, be so rough that there's a mark in the first place, if she doesn't like it.
that's just the thing, though — he's not there but he remembers quite clearly how she reacts when his teeth graze her skin, and just the thought makes him a little hard. )
it's impossible to pick just one part of you when I want to have it all. you're so beautiful, you know? I feel like I lose my head sometimes, when I get to touch you.
( which is what makes all this so bizarre, because he can see her in his thoughts but he has to keep his head clear to keep her there. he doesn't often think when they're together, he just feels. both is new. )
[She wants to make this about getting off, he wants to tell her how beautiful she is. At least it's not something she hears too often. For once, she doesn't shut down around a compliment. He can't see her smile to the text, it's harmless.]
I like when we get to have it all, when I still feel you when you're not here. [ That he's passionate enough to leave a mark. ]
( hey, as far as he is concerned, they can do both! if he's supposed to think about what she looks like right now — naked, bare, wanting — he can imagine it perfectly and yes, beautiful comes to mind. why not say it? )
I wish I were there too. I'm hard, just thinking about you.
( it's frustrating, but not in a bad way. which is strange. )
warming up. it's not as good as having you here, but I know where you'd start.
[ for all the ways that it's always different, she loves how familiar it is, too. it's almost like being home.]
over my breasts, against my stomach, along the inside of my thighs. is that where you'd touch me? it's getting me wet, putting my hands where I want yours.
( she makes him sound predictable. and now that he thinks about it, he is. he stars with strong kisses and works his way down, teeth starting to pull marks the lower he gets. she's more likely to get a hickey on waist than her neck these days.
maybe he should respond to the teasing but his focus is entirely elsewhere. )
if I were there I'd spread my hands up your thighs. spread them apart so I could taste you. god I want to taste you.
[Given what he offers up, Emma can't say she minds the slight change of subject. She's even thinking he's good at this when she reads the text, one that makes her want him more when that shouldn't be possible.]
Just your mouth, or would you fuck me with your fingers, too? Would you make me scream for you again, Graham?
it's hard not to be inside you, you feel so good. and the noises you make...
( he's impossibly turned on right now and to the point it is starting to show and starting to ache. the very simple solution doesn't occur to him yet, because that has never given him much pleasure before. )
I wish you were inside me. I'm so wet, you'd feel incredible right about now. Are you touching yourself for me?
[ No sense in only one of them enjoying this, although Emma's been distracted by the texts. Part of her can't believe she managed to get him into this, because he's never shown much interest before. It'd make more sense if she could put together why, but her mind doesn't go there on it's own and she doesn't let wander out of the moment.
Making this good now is infinitely more important than thinking about the past. ]
( no, sexting heartless probably wouldn't have been very sexy. the texts wouldn't register the way they're meant to. he'd just be stuck asking if she'd like him to come over before it got very far.
now, well... he's never done it before but he seems to be getting the hang of it. )
I am now. I keep thinking about you naked on your sheets... if I were there, how would you want me?
( he has lots of ideas... against a wall, or over the counter. they do seem to enjoy sex from behind the first time, it allows a ferocity other positions don't. he wants to paint a picture in his head, if he can't have it right now. )
At first I'd want you under me, so I could rub against your cock, let you feel how much I want it.
[They both get off on being wanted, might as well use it when they're alone. He'll be with her later, but that feels too far off to be any comfort right now.]
I'd tease you but I'd want it just as much. I'd have to take you inside of me.
[ Forgive it? Sometimes the goal with him is a little demanding. ]
Because when your arms are around me and you're inside me, you're everywhere and everything's heightened. I can see what I do to you, watch you get closer while I'm surrounded by you. It feels amazing when we come like that.
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[In bed, on the floor, whatever. Graham needs to start thinking in that direction. He can pick any movie he wants later, as long as he drops it for now.]
Thinking about it made me want you, now. Do you know what I'm doing, Graham?
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it takes him a moment to respond, but when he does he's definitely not thinking about penguins anymore. )
no. ( and that's not a lie, he doesn't know for certain, yet his imagination provides some interesting possibilities. ) what are you doing?
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[ Was she supposed to skip the main event? She'd rather let him feel like he's participating from a distance. It seems safe to assume that he's figured out what she's up to, but she's still trying to gauge his interest. This is good, right? New, but not entirely unwelcome?
If he doesn't like it, she's hoping he'll stop her before she makes a fool out of herself.]
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( hopefully that's indication enough that he doesn't mind. he might need to have a little time to get into the swing of this, but that doesn't mean he's not interested. it's just something he's never had any experience with before. )
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Would you watch while I stripped down for you? You usually help, too. I'd want you to touch me.
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( he remembers once when she pushed him down on the bed, and slowly pulled her shirt off just a fingertip farther than he could reach. just a shirt, and it'd felt like sublime torture.
a good kind of torture. is that a thing? )
I'd touch you. if you'd let me. it takes too long to get your clothes off.
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Don't worry, they're off now.
[ No photographic proof, but take her word for it.]
Where would you touch me?
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and since "everywhere" is possibly too vague: )
your neck. when I kiss your neck, you always make these wonderful sounds...
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That's because you don't just kiss. You leave marks everywhere. My neck, my breasts, my thighs... you're all over me all the time.
[Whether he's with her or not. It's a habit she likes enough to copy it.]
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that's just the thing, though — he's not there but he remembers quite clearly how she reacts when his teeth graze her skin, and just the thought makes him a little hard. )
it's impossible to pick just one part of you when I want to have it all.
you're so beautiful, you know? I feel like I lose my head sometimes, when I get to touch you.
( which is what makes all this so bizarre, because he can see her in his thoughts but he has to keep his head clear to keep her there. he doesn't often think when they're together, he just feels. both is new. )
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I like when we get to have it all, when I still feel you when you're not here. [ That he's passionate enough to leave a mark. ]
Wish I could feel you now, though.
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I wish I were there too.
I'm hard, just thinking about you.
( it's frustrating, but not in a bad way. which is strange. )
what are you doing now?
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[ for all the ways that it's always different, she loves how familiar it is, too. it's almost like being home.]
over my breasts, against my stomach, along the inside of my thighs. is that where you'd touch me? it's getting me wet, putting my hands where I want yours.
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maybe he should respond to the teasing but his focus is entirely elsewhere. )
if I were there I'd spread my hands up your thighs. spread them apart so I could taste you. god I want to taste you.
( sexting has its downfalls, sometimes. )
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Just your mouth, or would you fuck me with your fingers, too? Would you make me scream for you again, Graham?
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and the noises you make...
( he's impossibly turned on right now and to the point it is starting to show and starting to ache. the very simple solution doesn't occur to him yet, because that has never given him much pleasure before. )
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Are you touching yourself for me?
[ No sense in only one of them enjoying this, although Emma's been distracted by the texts. Part of her can't believe she managed to get him into this, because he's never shown much interest before. It'd make more sense if she could put together why, but her mind doesn't go there on it's own and she doesn't let wander out of the moment.
Making this good now is infinitely more important than thinking about the past. ]
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now, well... he's never done it before but he seems to be getting the hang of it. )
I am now. I keep thinking about you naked on your sheets...
if I were there, how would you want me?
( he has lots of ideas... against a wall, or over the counter. they do seem to enjoy sex from behind the first time, it allows a ferocity other positions don't. he wants to paint a picture in his head, if he can't have it right now. )
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[They both get off on being wanted, might as well use it when they're alone. He'll be with her later, but that feels too far off to be any comfort right now.]
I'd tease you but I'd want it just as much. I'd have to take you inside of me.
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getting to watch you... getting to touch you.
( he can imagine it pretty clearly, straight down to the attempt to tease turning into giving in because she just can't wait anymore. )
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Do you know why?
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( a little demanding there, sheriff, but hopefully she'll forgive it. )
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Because when your arms are around me and you're inside me, you're everywhere and everything's heightened.
I can see what I do to you, watch you get closer while I'm surrounded by you. It feels amazing when we come like that.
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christ, Emma.
I wish I were inside you right now. my hand doesn't feel anything like you do when you come around me.
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Touch yourself the way I touch you.
I want you to think of me, and I want you to come for me.
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