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[With that he took a step closer, watching her as he texted.]

Just what do you have in mind, Minx?

Active imagination here, do you really want to know?

Yeah. Now I definitely want to know.

I suppose, I'm more curious, how long I can tease you. Reds a good color for you, by the way.

I have great amounts of self control. Thank you. Wonder how it would look on you.

Shall we test that? Your self control that is? And red is my color, you know that.

I'm more than willing to try. Bring it. I do. You look exquisite in it. I didn't mean red but rather just the tie.

[She pauses some, thinking. Only to brush past him, making her way to the couch. Dropping her scarf, and kicking her shoes off as she goes, leaving them in her wake.]

You know how I am with challenges, Arthur. I'm sure I would look good. It is a little long though. Perhaps that shouldn't matter though.

[He bit back a groan as she brushed against him, sighing as he turned to watch her.]

I'm aware. So what is the challenge? Well, if it was all you were wearing, I'm not sure long would bother me.

The challenge, to see how long it takes till I get your self-control to crack.

[Pausing mid text, she slid her hands under her shirt, unclasping her bra, and wiggling out of it. She is talented after all. It's a girl skill.]

Maybe if you're good, I'll see how long it is.

I'm very good with my self control, as you know.

[And yet she was being a wicked tease. He didn't hold back a groan.]

How can I be good and lose control of my self control?>

[Don't think she didn't catch that groan, Arthur. Removing her top shirt, leaving the tank top still on, she tosses it towards the tv, with a smirk. Only to the text back.]

Yes you are, it is an amazing quality in you. You do last long, when need be, I'm sure. And Arthur, it's simple. I never said, you had to be prim and proper to be good.

[God she was exquisite.]

Not talking that same kind of stamina, but I'm glad you appreciate. So, what would I have to do to be good?

[She is just going to lay back on the couch, unbuttonedding the top button of her jeans, letting out a content sigh.]

I appreciate, a things Arthuresqe. I can't tell you that, what fun would that be. Though you're fairing well, so far.

[His gaze followed her movements, the way she hand skimmed over her shirt, that tiny bit of skin revealed. He knew every inch of her and yet he found himself breathless, sitting on the edge of the coffee table, so close to her. And still texting.]

Keep going.

[She just smirks at the phone, bitting her lower lip. As she slowly traces random patterns on her skin, right below her belt line.]

Are you looking for details, Arthur?

[Arthur glanced from her face, to her stomach, to the phone and then back. Unable to stop that circuit to look at her.]

You do know what details do to me.

[She let a soft moan out, trailing her hand lower into her jeans, bucking her hips just slightly. As she fixed a gaze on him a moment, biting her lower lip. Before she went back to texting with her one hand.]

Remind me?

[A small gasp, tongue tracing over his bottom lip.]

I like how your lips are parted right now. Love the way your skin twitches when you touch yourself like that, the way your stomach tightens. I notice all of that.

[Raising her legs, she rested them on the back of the couch, not taking her gaze off him a moment. As she trailed her hands farther down, just enough he would have to notice. Letting another moan out, as she wet her lips. ]

You're missing a few key details.

[The signs were there. The flush to his cheeks, the rapid breathing, trying to focus and not quite able.]

Not missing, not listd yte.

[Another moan, as she wriggled her pants open, just a bit more. Glancing up at him, from time to time.]

It you knew just the effect you had on me, at this very moment. Might make you wet. Wait. That's me.

[Taking a deep breath, Arthur didn't even think about it as he leaned more towards her.]

Show me?

[Her breath hitched some, biting her lower lip. Only to give him a side long glance, and sly smile, while she continued to text.]

What's the magic word?

[Leaning in close, he typed without looking away.]

Please?

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