Robin Scherbatsky ([info]canadianpopstar) wrote,
@ 2007-09-15 01:41:00
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Voicemail
"Hey, this is Robin. Say something."


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[info]just_add_starch
2007-11-05 11:12 pm UTC (link)
Fraser, who was sitting his office with Barney, called Robin's phone. He needed a ruling before Barney got away with this. So, Robin's phone was ringing.

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[info]needsaparrot
2007-12-24 08:22 pm UTC (link)
Slipped under the door on December 24th is an envelope containing a card that says "Happy Winterthingy of Your Choice - Xander" and the check for December's rent, torn in half.


PS Sorry about the bad soundproofing between the 1st floor and basement!

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[info]just_add_starch
2008-01-12 03:29 am UTC (link)
Sometime late on Friday night, Fraser decided to be evil. He picked up his phone, dialed a familiar and waited.

"Oh, how unfortunate that you're not there right now," he said, keeping his voice low, "as I was hoping to get to speak with you tonight. Everything is absolutely fine...well, except I seem to have a problem."

And he was already having fun.

"Towards the end of my work day, I started thinking about you. About the other day and what you did to me, how it made me feel so completely out of control and breathless and how I could barely move after you'd finished with me. And how much I loved that feeling. Of course, that led to a problem. A problem that wasn't going to wait until I got home from work."

He took a few quiet breaths. "I was wearing the red uniform today, you know. I had to slowly unbutton my jacket but I was wound up, aroused and my fingers slipped a little, clumsy. Eventually, though, success and I slid it open, just so I could get at my belt and zipper. Clumsy again and I couldn't stop myself from rubbing my hand over the front of my pants, palming and kneading and just giving myself some relief."

More breaths just to keep himself calm. "I got my belt unbuckled, got my zipper down and got my hand around myself. Hard. Aching. Tense. That's how I felt and god, I was fast. I couldn't help myself. Seeing your mouth and lips behind my eyes, feeling your hands digging into my hips and seeing your eyes watching me. God. It wasn't enough though. God, I wanted you. I was arching into my hand, trying to get more and wishing it was you. And then I stopped. Held off. Anticipation. I wanted to come so bad, get myself off so bad but I waited. Took deep breaths and thought about and your smile and your legs around me and driving myself into you and then I was working myself again. Hard. I thought about sliding my hand up your dress, getting you off right in front of people, making you be quiet and making you ache and throb against my hand. I thought about being behind you, one arm around you and taking you from behind, back to front, all against me. And I worked my hand faster, pressing against sensitive spots, cupping and palming and needing."

He let himself trail off, going quiet for several moments. "And then I thought about you saying you love me. And that was it, that was all and I was coming so hard I had to just sprawl in my chair before I was recovered. Have a pleasant night, honey."

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[info]just_add_starch
2008-01-12 07:07 pm UTC (link)
Oh, look, another phone call. If she could make fun of him and all his eccentricities, he could leave dirty messages on her phone.

"You know what I love?" he said, not even bothering with a greeting. "Sex in the morning. When we're both all tired and sleepy and cuddly and it's warm and comfortable under the blankets and it's just us and the quiet. We both still want each other, even that early, so it's just so easy for small good morning kisses to turn a little more intense, for cuddling to become holding and for me to wake up when you're pressed so nicely against me. Our clothing would be already gone so it's just skin and sighs and me and you. It'd be slow and gentle and warm, me against you. I'd stroke slow and deep, kiss your neck and breathe your name into your skin. I'd reach to hold one of your hands, fingers laced together and I'd look at you, smile at you, and move against you slowly. So slowly, prolonging everything. And there'd be kissing, sleepy kisses, messy kisses, sighs against lips and warm skin under my fingers. It'd be slow, but it wouldn't take long. And I'd want to see you, look into your eyes, brush your hair back with my fingers and press my hips against yours, holding still, letting you feel me, let you see me how no one else does. So open and so for you."

He smiled into the phone. "We'd come together, I think, smothering shouts against skin and necks and I'd hold you afterward, smile and sigh and talk to you about nothing before falling back to sleep. Mmm. It's too bad you're not here. I think I might have to go take care of this problem on my own. Bye, honey."

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[info]just_add_starch
2008-01-12 08:59 pm UTC (link)
Sometime later that afternoon, Fraser, oblivious to the weirdness going on elsewhere, picked up his phone and dialed again.

"I apologize for calling so much but I just thought of something else I wanted to tell you," he said quietly, leaning against the counter in his kitchen. "I took your indirect advice from the other week. About the drawer. Meaning, I have one now."

A small one but he wasn't lying. "And there are things in there. Things I had to go out and buy and blush and take home and store. Condoms. Candles. Massage oil. I actually used that this morning. Right after I left you my last message. I just squeezed some in my hand, rubbed it together with my other hand to warm it up and then wrapped my hand around myself. Nice and warm and slick and you were not wrong. You were not wrong at all. I missed the friction but the slickness, the glide, that so made up for it. I just wanted it to last forever, that feeling, that smoothness but it didn't. God, it felt good. My hand. The oil. Pity. It could've been yours. Good thing I bought a few bottles. I should get going now. Talk to you soon."

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[info]just_add_starch
2008-01-12 10:09 pm UTC (link)
And just because he was feeling evil, early that evening, Fraser decided to leave another message. These were kind of fun.

"I don't know what it was or if I just slept really good last night, which I might very well have done since I was just so exhausted by the strenuous activity I put my body through earlier in the day, but I'm extremely energetic today. So, I'm feeling the need for even more strenuous, pleasurable exercise."

He lowered his voice, almost whispering. "And here I am again, all alone, just me and my hand and that very pleasant massage oil. Just imagine, honey, if you were here. I could pick you up, take you right against the door, hard and fast, just to say hello to you, just to show you what I've been thinking about. And then, of course, I'd need to take a few minutes but that doesn't mean I have to stop. I'd just slip down to my knees, drive you right back over that edge with my tongue and teeth. And I'd do it until you went over so many times that I had to catch you. Wouldn't end there, though. You recover quickly so it'd just be a matter of time before we went again and maybe...this time, on my kitchen table. Cold wood against your back, me warm against your front and hard and fast. Almost slip sliding off but I'd make sure you stayed right there, right with me. And there'd be angles, sharp and deep, since I'd have leverage. And there'd be fingers down there too, fingers and me and you'd scream. You'd scream a lot."

He smiled into the phone, almost smug. "After that, I think we'd have to do some cuddling, some breath catching and some light napping. Not too long though because I'd still have energy and we'd need a shower so...you know what would come next. You like the shower, you like the slickness and we could do it standing up again, one leg wrapped around my wet hips, my mouth against your neck and my hips moving sharply, hard, against yours. Mmm, wet. So wet. All that water and all those screams. Oh, time for me to go now. Goodbye."

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[info]just_add_starch
2008-01-14 08:16 pm UTC (link)
"Hello, Robin," Fraser said, having pulled his phone out during a brief break. "I'm just returning that...very stimulating message you left me last night. It was a very interesting morning after hearing that. It's a good thing I didn't wear anything to bed last night. I was able to replay that message over and over while my other hand was...busy with the effects of your message. Right at my kitchen table, you remember that place, don't you? I just sat down, wrapped one hand around myself and did it quick and hard. No teasing this morning, I couldn't take it. My hands were rough this morning, rougher than usual because of the weather and god, that felt good.

Of course, if I was listening to your voice in my ear, I was imagining you in front of me, kneeling in front of me, with your mouth wrapped around me, your sliding against me and I got aroused to almost the point of pain. Pleasurable pain though. The kind that makes you anticipate the payoff, how good your lips would make me feel, how slick your tongue is and how warm your breath is.

And I was loud. Shouted your name. Good thing I don't have neighbors or they'd have heard me. If you'd have been here, I'd have caught my breath, made sure my legs were steady and then I'd have picked you up, put you back on the coffee table and used my tongue on you, driving it against you, licking your skin and biting the spot that I know drives you insane. And I'd have alternated my fingers. Tongue and fingers, rough and smooth. You'd come shouting my name."

He paused, took a few quick, quiet breaths. "And honey, guess what? I'm not wearing underwear today either. And I'm wearing the brown uniform. Have a good day."

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[info]just_add_starch
2008-01-15 12:15 am UTC (link)
"Honey, this is Benton," Fraser said, smiling into the phone. "I just wanted to let you know that I received your message when I got home from work and it intrigued me.

You're so sexy, that message...it got my mind going. And it got my imagination racing. Next time we see each other, I want to watch you. I want to watch you use your hands on yourself as a start, to get yourself into the mood. I want to watch your hands on you, in you, making yourself moan and sigh and squirm. I want to watch and I want you to know what that does to me. How aroused that would make me, how tight my pants would be by then.

And then I want you to reach into your drawer, use your toy while I watch. Do you know how much I like to watch you? How much I love your reactions? I love them. So much. And I've never seen that, never watched. What would you think of that? Me watching get yourself off with your toy? Watching you work it against you and in you? I wonder, hard or gentle? Fast and quick? Long, slow strokes or fast, shallow strokes? Do you think of me while you're doing that, getting yourself off? How much bigger I am, rougher, how I feel above you, my weight against you? And I'd watch you work yourself in the way only you know how, against spots that are sensitive, spots that make you tense and tighten, spots that make you scream. By that time, I wouldn't be able to resist touching myself, just a little, just soft touches. Teasing myself while you writhed on the bed, while you brought yourself closer, closer, closer. And you'd open your eyes, see me, see me with my hand wrapped around yourself, utterly enthralled by what you were doing and you'd come like that, your eyes on me, your mouth open on a sigh."

Fraser had to pause, take a breath, sigh. "I'll see you soon, honey."

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[info]just_add_starch
2008-01-15 02:04 pm UTC (link)
"Honey, hello, I'm sorry to call so early and I know you're probably still sleeping but I had to return your message as soon as I was able to stand up again."

He laughed into the phone. "That was a good one. I nearly fell off my chair and onto the floor with the images that sound and your voice conjured. It made me nearly lose my mind.

Hey, remember when you told me that you liked me when I was dirty and rough? Yes, so do I. So, here's this: the next time we see each other, I'm going to fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk for days. I'm going to listen you beg me and plead with me to let you come and each time, I'm going to say no. You'll come when I tell you to come and you'll like it that. You like when I'm in control, right? Yes, I know you do. And I'm going to fuck you so many different ways, so many different positions, so many different speeds. Bent over the kitchen table, me taking you from behind, my hands curled around yours, slamming my hips against yours, biting your ear. That's just one way, one time.

You'd better just hope I have self control the next time we see each other, especially if it's a public place. Right now, I don't. It's gone, frayed, shattered after your message and if I saw you right now, I'd be pushing you against a wall, hitching your legs against my waist and driving into so hard, you'd lose your breath. And I wouldn't care where it was, who was there, who watched. I wouldn't care. I want you that badly, so badly. I want to be inside you so badly right now.

Anywhere, Robin, anywhere. I'm going to leave impressions of my fingers on your hips from gripping so hard, leave you sore from fucking you so hard and so quick and so deep. And you'll like that.

I have to go to work now...after I take care of some things. Have a pleasant day, honey."

Edited at 2008-01-15 02:12 pm UTC

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Left sometime during 3MD
[info]just_add_starch
2008-02-16 11:39 pm UTC (link)
"Hello, honey, I'm sure you know who this is and I'm sure you know where I am because we're in the same place. I just had to take a moment between these dates for a breath of fresh air."

"Why? No other reason than the I needed a break from the conversations and the talking. I'm not used to so much talking, you see. And also, most of my focus has been directed at you anyway. Mentally, at least. Because I don't want to be a on date with anyone but you. I don't want anyone in my pants but you. I don't want to be inside anyone but you."

He took a breath, keeping his voice low. "So, here's the first way I'm making this up to you. I want you so much, so badly right now. I want to watch you touch yourself and I want to bury myself in you and I want to lick the sweat off your neck and I want to scream and shake and I want to smother your shouts with kisses."

"...but I have to go for now. I'll talk to you shortly, I promise."

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And A Little Later During 3MD
[info]just_add_starch
2008-02-16 11:57 pm UTC (link)
"I've been thinking about something," Fraser said without preamble, "and I think I've finally come to a solution."

He paused, took a breath.

"Hard. Fucking." And another pause but not for dramatic effect. Just because. "What's that the answer to? Why, it's what I'm going to do to you the next time we're alone. But now, it's time for another conversation. Bye."

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Even Later During the Evening
[info]just_add_starch
2008-02-17 12:37 am UTC (link)
"Honey, hello, it's just me again," Fraser said during another break. "And I just wanted to say I love you."

He paused.

"But that's not all I wanted to say. You know what else I love? I love putting my tongue in you. I love sliding my tongue in you and feeling you shake and tighten against my mouth. I love seeking and touching and flicking spots that no one else but me gets to touch. I love feeling your thighs shake under my hands and I love your hands in my hair. You tug and squeeze but never that much."

"Next time, be rough. Yank me closer, show me where to put my mouth, how hard I should be going down on you. Bring me closer, make me stay there, take charge. Be. Rough. But, I have to go for now. Bye!"

Edited at 2008-02-17 12:37 am UTC

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Still Later In the Night
[info]just_add_starch
2008-02-17 12:53 am UTC (link)
"Honey, it's me again," Fraser said, taking one final break before the end of the night. "And I had a question for you."

"How would you react if I told you I was going into the bathroom right now, locking the door so no one else could enter, wrapping a hand around myself and getting myself off while I just repeated and moaned your name over and over? How would that feel knowing I was so close to you, so ready for you but I had to use my hand instead of pushing you against the wall, hitching your legs up and rocking into so hard, you gasp and tighten around me all at the same time."

"You're not there though so I'm going to go do that, think of you on my desk and my kitchen counter and on my bed and think of how much I love you and whisper your name while I came. Goodbye for now."

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Still Even Later In the Night
[info]just_add_starch
2008-02-17 01:09 am UTC (link)
"Sweetie, it's just me. I'm at home and you're still at work but I thought I'd leave you this message anyway."

"I love you," he said, hoping to catch her off balance with the change of tone message. "I love you so much. I love everything about you. I love the way you make me feel and I love the way I make you feel. One of the highlights of my day is if I get to see you smile or hear you laugh. I sleep better when you're in bed with me and I get through days easier knowing that I can see you later. I want to drink alcohol with dirty names because of you and I want to wear leather pants because I know you like them."

"I have a crush on you. A large one. It extends to so much more than sex though you know how much I love that. I find myself thinking of you and yes, I fantasize about you quite often. I look forward to days I can see you, to days I can hold you. I love being able to hold your hand in public, walk down some road and show off. Because I'm with you and those men aren't and I do sometimes let my ego show."

"I love you. And it's a feeling that sometimes overwhelms me but it's one that I do not want to give up. Goodbye, sweetie."

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[info]just_add_starch
2008-03-25 02:10 am UTC (link)
"Um, Robin?" Fraser might have sounded either far away or in the middle of a busy street. "I might be late tonight."

And then the phone cut off.

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[info]just_add_starch
2008-03-25 02:14 am UTC (link)
"I'm...still at work," Fraser said. Lied. He didn't want her to worry, after all. "But, I'm on my way. Shortly."

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[info]just_add_starch
2008-03-25 02:21 am UTC (link)
"I got you flowers," Fraser said, after calling back. "They're a little flat. I'll be home soon. I'm tired."

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Sometime Early Evening
[info]just_add_starch
2008-04-19 12:09 am UTC (link)
Fraser realized it'd been awhile (since that whole debacle off island, blah) since he'd left Robin a good message so, he decided to rectify that right now.

With a twist.

"Robin, it's just me," he said, smiling into the phone. "And when you get this, you won't find me at home. Oh no, when you get this, you won't know where I am and it'll make my evil all the more better."

He cleared his throat. "I thought about you today. Thought about you a lot. Thought about you laying across my desk and thought about me between those lovely, long legs of yours and thought about my tongue inside you, tasting and stimulating. I know you like that. I know how much that gets you off, how much you want that."

"But, I suspect, that wouldn't be enough. So, I thought about other things too. Other things like you coming home and walking in on me in the shower, just having a nice, leisurely moment to myself. Me and my hand and the water slick against my skin, hot, steaming, my voice soft and husky and overwhelmed by the sensation. And you'd watch. Just watch. I demand it. You couldn't watch or touch me or touch yourself. You'd just feel yourself getting turned on, getting tingly in all sorts of places. And you'd want to touch and you'd ask me and I'd say no and you'd listen."

"And then. And then? Well. I'd climb up, settle between your legs and...I'll leave that for your imagination. Or the next message. I'm not at home right now. Have fun with that."

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Later!
[info]just_add_starch
2008-04-19 12:47 am UTC (link)
Fraser still wasn't at home. Nope, he was just elsewhere.

"It's just me again," he said, smiling into the phone. "I thought I should call and finish my last message. Well, amend my last message. Because, I wouldn't climb up and settle between your legs. That'd just be too easy, too run of the mill."

He looked around, just checking to make sure there was no one around. "No. Because, see, you'd be on your hands and knees and I'd be behind you and I know you like that. I know you like that angle and how hard and how rough I can be there. You like when I'm aggressive and I'm demanding and I'm like that. Maybe I'd even make you touch yourself while I'm doing that to you, rocking into you. You can get yourself off, feel me inside you and come that much more harder. Hmm. I'd almost want to hold off, feel you tighten around me, and then lay there content and boneless on the bed."

"And then you'd have to watch me use my hand, jerk off, get myself off right there in front of you. Would you come again? Hmm. I'm still not at home. Bye now."

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Oooh, Even Later!
[info]just_add_starch
2008-04-19 01:35 am UTC (link)
Fraser still wasn't at home. He was a busy man, obviously.

"You know, if I were there right now, I'd be going down on you," he said, using the unfamiliar words only a little hesitantly. "And, once you'd come, I'd do it again. And again. And again. Tongue and teeth and fingers, sucking, licking, tasting, teasing. Again. Again. Again. Could you handle that many orgasms? I think you could."

He paused and smiled into the phone. "And after you'd come, I'd make you get out your little toy and I'd watch while you got yourself off. I'd talk to you though. Use those words you like, be graphic and explicit. I'm still not at home. I don't know when I'll be home. Bye now."

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And Later Later Later
[info]just_add_starch
2008-04-19 02:08 am UTC (link)
And he still wasn't at home. He'd go home eventually. But this one, this one was the last message he'd leave. So, it had to be good.

And that's why Fraser had tucked himself out of sight.

"Robin, honey," he said, voice low. "Can you guess what I'm doing right now?"

There was some rustling and some moving.

"Oh god," he mumbled as soon as he curled a hand around himself. "I've been hard since I started talking to you. So hard. And I just needed a little relief, just a modicum of relief."

He was silent save for breathy moans and occaisional quiet groans. "I'm doing this out in the open, out in public. But, I can't help it. I just think about you and I get hard and I get so turned on and god, I wish you were here. On your knees, on your back, riding me, anything. But, you're not."

More quiet, more moans, louder. The sounds of something moving fast and his breathing quickening.

"Oh god, I should go. Don't want you to hear this on the pho--" And he hung up there.

On purpose.

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[info]all4thewookiees
2008-04-19 04:04 am UTC (link)
"I'm blaming you for the fact that Tino was hopped up on syrup tonight. Don't let it happen again."

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[info]just_add_starch
2008-05-03 08:47 pm UTC (link)
"Honey, remember how badly you wanted to go Mexico?" Fraser asked, staring at the new surroundings. "You may have just gotten your wish. I'll be home soon. Don't panic. Everything's fine."

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[info]just_add_starch
2008-05-26 11:51 pm UTC (link)
Fraser was working late solely to get things done. They'd been languishing far too long. Still, he had time to do a few things.

Sometime during the day, these would be delivered to the apartment. Next, came a smaller box and, finally, a note.

There is nothing better than you.

And that was all it said. It wasn't even signed. The horror!

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[info]just_add_starch
2008-06-16 11:35 pm UTC (link)
Fraser decided that, after some of the serious conversations lately, Robin deserved some messages. And he wanted to do something different, something to really rile her up but not enough to make her homicidal.

So, Robin would be getting a text message. And a picture of his arms. Bare arms. No shirt. Oddly enough, it wasn't a self taken photo. Someone else had taken it.

A small message accompanied it.

"Hello, honey," Fraser said, smiling into the phone. "Did you get my picture? Did you like it? I know how you love my arms. And I know how you love my hands. All over you. Mmm, I had to take my shirt off today at work and I got all kinds of compliments on them. Enough that someone offered to take a picture of me. Shirtless. You weren't there. Hmm. All over your body. My fingers are long and rough and ready for you. But. Hmm."

And he hung up. And wondered what she'd do.

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[info]just_add_starch
2008-06-16 11:53 pm UTC (link)
And Robin would be getting another picture. This time of hipbones and, again, it looked like someone else had taken it.

And look, a message.

"You recognize that body part, don't you?" And again, he was smiling. "I'm sure you do. Those are what help me get as deep as I do into you. They look nice, don't they? Yeah, other people think so too. Maybe I should just take my pants off next."

And he hung up.

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[info]just_add_starch
2008-06-17 12:07 am UTC (link)
Okay, so the next picture wasn't of Fraser with his pants off. But, it was a very nice picture of his back and how could he have taken such a picture by himself?

Hmm.

A message followed it.

"You wouldn't believe the attention one gets when they just lose a little clothing," he said, trying to sound innocent. "I've just had so many offers to take pictures today. It probably had something to do with how looked, just fresh from work, sweating, hair messy and sticking up, shirt clinging to me. You weren't there though. You weren't there when I peeled my shirt off, when I had to towel down, while people watched and whistled, while I contemplated just stripping down to my underwear and enjoying the heat. Sad. You weren't there."

He laughed. And hung up.

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[info]just_add_starch
2008-06-17 12:14 am UTC (link)
The next picture was just one of hips. Just the full length of his hip. A very nice hip.

And a message.

"I don't know if I'll be home tonight," he said, even though it was a lie. "I might work late, sleep in my office. Maybe I'll get some relief there. Maybe not. Maybe I'll wrap my hand around myself, smooth and slow, use my other hand to cup lower, knead, tweak, tease. Maybe I'll just...wait. For someone. Or something. Maybe my hand will have to do. Maybe you'll be wondering where I am when that hand of yours wanders, gets you off, makes you pant."

He smiled.

"And maybe I'll be there to see that. But, maybe not. Who knows. Goodnight, honey."

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