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[She is just going to hide again. Apparently thinking she is sneaky.]

But Arthur, think of it, as a game. All in the name of science!

A science game involving me stripping. Just what are you looking to discover that you haven't seen?

I'm merely testing how well we communicate, via text. So please...continue.

Is this more of training me to sext? Haven't we proven I can handle sex?

[But his shirt fell to the floor.]

[And someone is poking their head out again, from behind the kitchen door. Why she is sitting on the ground, is anyones guess.]

I don't need to train you. You are amazing at all of that, already. This is more, curiosity has been peaked. I'm rather curious, what you'll do for me.

[He saw her peek out, kicking the shirt her way with a grin.]

Do you think there's anything I wouldn't?

[She might be giggling a bit too loud now.]

Not really. Why we are testing out how well we communicate here. Please play along. Belt.

Because talking is passe?

[Holding the phone with one hand, he tugged the belt loose, working it undone with wiggles and then pulling it from the loops with a loud hissing sound.]

[Yep, she is trying to hide her giggles now.]

Well there will be times, I can't talk to you. So this is where text, comes into play. Shoes.

You could be doing this yourself. More than talking.

[And with that he toed off his shoes, wondering what this really was.]

What? Taking your shoes off. It would defeat the point, correct? Socks.

The point to see if I obey orders?

[And the socks went, staring at her.]

Nope. I'm a girl of secrets. Not telling you.

[She might just be, one handed typing, swirling her finger in the air, just to make a point of her text.]

Spin please.

Is Eames taping this?

[A brow arched.]

Don't you want the pants actually off before I turn?

Eames isn't even home. SPIN.

Not even a please?

Fine. Skip the spin. Pants. ♥

Ariadne, if you wish it...

[And so he spun.]

[And she beamed.]

Pants please.

[Yep, he was whipped.]

You're going to owe me for this.

[But then his trousers hit the floor, leaving him in navy silk boxers.]

[Still beaming, she props out of her hiding spot a bit more. Tossing a new tie. (http://www.paulcostelloeman.co.uk/cms_media/images/1472x1312_fitbox-1022181_07.jpg) towards him.]

Got you something.

[Moving suddenly, he catches it as it flutters down. He watches her a moment and then texts.]

Should I put this on now?

[Propping herself against the counter, not wanting to look up, or she might go into a giggle fit.]

Yes please.

[A few seconds later, she texts again.]

See there is a method to my madness. Had to make sure it looked good with your skin tone.

[Whereas she isn't looking at him, he is watching her, smirking.]

And wouldn't it be better to have known how it looked against the shirt?

[Except he put down the phone, watching her as he expertly tied the tie about his bare neck.]

[Glancing up, a smile on her face. She shook her head lightly, attempting to text back.]

Nope, I wanted to have no distractions. Knew it was a good color for you. You approve?

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