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[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?

[He picks up the phone, still grinning.]

Oh but do you approve?

[Attempting to hold back her smile, and giggles.]

Very much so. Even works well with the boxers, I suppose. You never know with them. They could always clash.

[He looked down again, and then back up at her.]

I'm a clothes horse but don't match my accessories to boxers. Curious now what you have on beneath all that.

[Attempting to text, while keeping focused on him. A sly smile on her face.]

You don't need to, it does let my mind wander, having to guess, what's underneath.

[Her lips quirk up some, as she thinks, while texting.]

Skin.

[And the phone nearly hits the floor at the second text.]

Is that commando or literally all, smart ass?

[A sly smile, not leaving her face.]

Suppose you'll have to let your mind wander, with that. Though, these jeans don't do well, with panty lines.

Or... I have other choices. I could ask you to take them off. Or I could do it for you.

You have a few options here. Just a matter of picking one.

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