Sheryl is a girl who knows what she likes, and she likes to take charge in bed, most of the time. She likes being in control, and she likes seeing the effect her actions have on her partner. When she touches him, he groans. When she rocks her hips, he gasps. She's the one who sets the tempo, and that's how she likes it.
But she's also someone who can't abide standing still. She can't abide the same old, same old.
And her boyfriend is someone she trusts. So what's the shame with mixing it up tonight?]
You know, I knew you were a cop, but I didn't imagine we'd be using your handcuffs like this.
( the metal is bent in a delicate filigree around her wrists, cuffing them together. but he'd wrapped soft red silk silk around her skin first so there wouldn't be any abrasions where the metal rests. he doesn't care when he's the one being tied up, but he's always careful with sheryl. it's not about any supposed frailty, it's just... how he is.
she's sprawled across his lap, still fully clothed, and he directs her wrists to rest behind her head. he can't help but to lean down and kiss the crown of her hair, thoughtful and soft. sheryl's a little stricter when she's in charge, but mako's always been a soft touch where his lovers are concerned.
being a pedant, though, is the least of all his flaws. )
Well, technically they're not mine.
( he's lucky he's been dating her long enough to actually clue into these sorts of things, though, so before she can say anything or be exasperated by his literalism he shakes his head. )
Uh... I mean. ( a cough. then, in a sort of stage whisper, ) Should I roleplay? Do you want to be some criminal I've picked up for... I don't know, 'reform' or something?
[He's such a dork. Obviously they're not his actual handcuffs. It's a good thing that she's facing down towards the bed, or Mako would see Sheryl roll her eyes... just a little bit.
It helps that he's sweet.
It also helps that it's kinda hot, in a weird way. She has her hands up behind her head, her strawberry-sherbet hair in a loose ponytail, and she feels that metal wrap around her wrists, pulling them together. It's not so tight that it's painful, and the soft fabric beneath the metal makes the bonds actually quite comfortable.
A quick check, tugging at the bonds for a moment, makes it very clear that she's not getting out of this on her own. She's at his complete mercy the moment the metal creaks into place.
That shouldn't make her feel excited, but it does.]
That depends. Do you think you can get into character and keep it up without feeling guilty that doing something like this with a prisoner would be a terrible violation of police ethics?
( he drops his palm against her ass, not really a slap but more of a caress, curving around the shape of her, down to her thigh. that she's beautiful isn't in question — she has an incredible body, and she's always been able to turn him on across a room with a look.
but she knows him too well. he laughs, and frets with the hem of her skirt where it falls against her thighs. he slips briefly beneath the fabric, stroking the soft lacy panel of her panties between her legs. just enough to tantalize before he withdraws it. )
Okay, no. Probably not. I'd be obligated to arrest myself, and that gets messy.
( from there, he tugs her shirt up, worrying it back and forth so he can pull it from where it's pinched between her stomach and his thighs. the one disadvantage of this position is that mako is very much a boob sort of guy, so having restricted access is killing him slowly. he does peel her shirt up over her breasts, leaving it in a tangle somewhere south of her collarbone. he leans down to kiss her bared shoulder, one hand steadying her hips, the other cupping a breast, fingers rolling the nipple. )
Remember your safe word?
( he knows she does, but. he wants to check in first, make sure she's still a hundred percent on board for this. he knows it's... a lot, for her, to give up control in a way as complete as this. letting herself be vulnerable and open. he'll treasure that trust, but he's also not married to the idea of doing a scene like this — if she wants to stop, it wouldn't be more than a bit of sexual frustration easily worked out on his own. )
[Yeah, maybe they should work their way up the roleplaying ladder first. Preferably with something that isn't either of their professions. Definitely not with something that'd just make him feel guilty.
Sheryl inhales a little when she feels that hand, warm and a little calloused, cup her ass and dip between her thighs, a teasing, tantalizing bit of friction against lacy silk that. She's always been one to naturally prefer femininity-- softness, curves, beauty-- but she's always enjoyed how his hands feel on her skin.
She lifts her torso as much as she can given the position (admittedly, not much, with the current angle) so that Mako can work her shirt up over her full breasts, exposing them to the air even if not to his eyes. Her nipples are already peaked, which she is going to mentally attribute to the cool autumn air and not, say, arousal.
Oh, who is she kidding? That feels fantastic as his hand slips underneath her and begins teasing her chest. Again, she inhales a soft, long breath.]
I do. I think I can avoid saying "pineapple" accidentally.
[She says, that teasing tone in her voice as ever, but it's a little breathy-- a little wavery.
She's nervous. Rather, she's anxious. She trusts Mako completely, of course, and she knows he won't betray her trust or hurt her. But signing over her agency like this is still intimidating. She's not entirely sure how this is going to go down; watching videos can only prepare you so much.]
Just don't leave any marks... where people can see, okay?
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Sheryl is a girl who knows what she likes, and she likes to take charge in bed, most of the time. She likes being in control, and she likes seeing the effect her actions have on her partner. When she touches him, he groans. When she rocks her hips, he gasps. She's the one who sets the tempo, and that's how she likes it.
But she's also someone who can't abide standing still. She can't abide the same old, same old.
And her boyfriend is someone she trusts. So what's the shame with mixing it up tonight?]
You know, I knew you were a cop, but I didn't imagine we'd be using your handcuffs like this.
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she's sprawled across his lap, still fully clothed, and he directs her wrists to rest behind her head. he can't help but to lean down and kiss the crown of her hair, thoughtful and soft. sheryl's a little stricter when she's in charge, but mako's always been a soft touch where his lovers are concerned.
being a pedant, though, is the least of all his flaws. )
Well, technically they're not mine.
( he's lucky he's been dating her long enough to actually clue into these sorts of things, though, so before she can say anything or be exasperated by his literalism he shakes his head. )
Uh... I mean. ( a cough. then, in a sort of stage whisper, ) Should I roleplay? Do you want to be some criminal I've picked up for... I don't know, 'reform' or something?
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It helps that he's sweet.
It also helps that it's kinda hot, in a weird way. She has her hands up behind her head, her strawberry-sherbet hair in a loose ponytail, and she feels that metal wrap around her wrists, pulling them together. It's not so tight that it's painful, and the soft fabric beneath the metal makes the bonds actually quite comfortable.
A quick check, tugging at the bonds for a moment, makes it very clear that she's not getting out of this on her own. She's at his complete mercy the moment the metal creaks into place.
That shouldn't make her feel excited, but it does.]
That depends. Do you think you can get into character and keep it up without feeling guilty that doing something like this with a prisoner would be a terrible violation of police ethics?
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but she knows him too well. he laughs, and frets with the hem of her skirt where it falls against her thighs. he slips briefly beneath the fabric, stroking the soft lacy panel of her panties between her legs. just enough to tantalize before he withdraws it. )
Okay, no. Probably not. I'd be obligated to arrest myself, and that gets messy.
( from there, he tugs her shirt up, worrying it back and forth so he can pull it from where it's pinched between her stomach and his thighs. the one disadvantage of this position is that mako is very much a boob sort of guy, so having restricted access is killing him slowly. he does peel her shirt up over her breasts, leaving it in a tangle somewhere south of her collarbone. he leans down to kiss her bared shoulder, one hand steadying her hips, the other cupping a breast, fingers rolling the nipple. )
Remember your safe word?
( he knows she does, but. he wants to check in first, make sure she's still a hundred percent on board for this. he knows it's... a lot, for her, to give up control in a way as complete as this. letting herself be vulnerable and open. he'll treasure that trust, but he's also not married to the idea of doing a scene like this — if she wants to stop, it wouldn't be more than a bit of sexual frustration easily worked out on his own. )
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Sheryl inhales a little when she feels that hand, warm and a little calloused, cup her ass and dip between her thighs, a teasing, tantalizing bit of friction against lacy silk that. She's always been one to naturally prefer femininity-- softness, curves, beauty-- but she's always enjoyed how his hands feel on her skin.
She lifts her torso as much as she can given the position (admittedly, not much, with the current angle) so that Mako can work her shirt up over her full breasts, exposing them to the air even if not to his eyes. Her nipples are already peaked, which she is going to mentally attribute to the cool autumn air and not, say, arousal.
Oh, who is she kidding? That feels fantastic as his hand slips underneath her and begins teasing her chest. Again, she inhales a soft, long breath.]
I do. I think I can avoid saying "pineapple" accidentally.
[She says, that teasing tone in her voice as ever, but it's a little breathy-- a little wavery.
She's nervous. Rather, she's anxious. She trusts Mako completely, of course, and she knows he won't betray her trust or hurt her. But signing over her agency like this is still intimidating. She's not entirely sure how this is going to go down; watching videos can only prepare you so much.]
Just don't leave any marks... where people can see, okay?