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[loadedparadox.livejournal.com]

[At the giggle he straightens.]

As you wish.

[And so he untucked his shirt, starting to unbotton it.

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[dreamsofmazes.livejournal.com]

[She might be peeking her head out more, from where she is hiding, watching.]

You are slow. You realize that?

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[loadedparadox.livejournal.com]

[He turned, arching a brow. His shirt was open, but still he texted.]


Insulting me won't get me naked, you know.

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[dreamsofmazes.livejournal.com]

[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!

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[loadedparadox.livejournal.com]

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

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[dreamsofmazes.livejournal.com]

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

So please...continue.

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[loadedparadox.livejournal.com]

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

[But his shirt fell to the floor.]

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[dreamsofmazes.livejournal.com]

[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.

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[loadedparadox.livejournal.com]

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

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

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[dreamsofmazes.livejournal.com]

[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.

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[loadedparadox.livejournal.com]

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.]

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[dreamsofmazes.livejournal.com]

[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.

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[loadedparadox.livejournal.com]

You could be doing this yourself. More than talking.

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

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[dreamsofmazes.livejournal.com]

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

Socks.

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[loadedparadox.livejournal.com]

The point to see if I obey orders?

[And the socks went, staring at her.]

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[dreamsofmazes.livejournal.com]

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.

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[loadedparadox.livejournal.com]

Is Eames taping this?

[A brow arched.]

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

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[dreamsofmazes.livejournal.com]

Eames isn't even home.

SPIN.

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[loadedparadox.livejournal.com]

Not even a please?

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[dreamsofmazes.livejournal.com]

Fine.

Skip the spin.

Pants. ♥

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[loadedparadox.livejournal.com]

Ariadne, if you wish it...

[And so he spun.]

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[dreamsofmazes.livejournal.com]

[And she beamed.]

Pants please.

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[loadedparadox.livejournal.com]

[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.]

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[dreamsofmazes.livejournal.com]

[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.

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[loadedparadox.livejournal.com]

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

Should I put this on now?