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You don't have to make up for anything, Jase. Your level of care is good.
Tell me more about what you want to do. How you want to kiss me.
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kissing seems like a good place to start.
i've always kind of thought about stealing you away to the alley behind the cafΓ© when you're not too busy.
kissing you against the brick wall. maybe picking you up and guiding your legs around my waist so i can feel you better, feel every single reaction. i want to taste your mouth, taste your skin, learn everything about you, briar.
( he's already nervous that he's said too much. )
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You are a delightful mess of contradictions, cat. Strong and sentimental.
I like how strong you feel when you pick me up, your grip on me, the way your muscles feel under your fancy work shirts. You always smell good, not just that expensive cologne you wear but the scent that is all you.
I want you to kiss me, let your hands wander even more than I asked you to before.
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and he reads it again.
and he reads it maybe five or six or seven more times.
are they ... sexting? )
i will. i want to more than anything, maybe
i want to map every part of you with my fingertips, up your thighs, kissing you hard like i can't get enough.
and i can't get enough
not with you wrapped around me and the way you hold onto me so tightly
the way i'd press closer against you, against that wall
( ... they're sexting.
jase is even more certain of it once he becomes aware of the steadily increasing tightness of his tailored dress pants, riled over so little β but with briar, it may as well be a lot. who could blame him? )
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Let me mess up your perfect hair and rumple your clothes a little. I don't think I'd be able to keep my head while we're out there.
Is there a wilder streak to you?
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jase's stomach is plummeting like the floor beneath his feet has dropped out from beneath him, because this conversation has gone from zero to sixty and it's very much his own fault and he very much has no one but himself to blame.
surely, briar knows how much of an effect every word of his already has on him β surely he knows that jase's brain might actually short-wire at any given moment, whether it's from briar telling him how perfect he looks, from the promise of hands pawing curiously, needily at him, or maybe from his question β )
maybe.
maybe that's part of why i'm so gentle with you
because i'm not sure what might happen if i'm not.
if i got carried away
( as though he's not certifiably Carried Away right now, every trace of his adamant self-control dissolved with a few words. )
i want you so badly, briar
( shit. yeah. his self-control is toast. )
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[ he chuckles, excuses himself to go on a break as he takes his apron off and, instead of disappearing to the back room only, retreats to at least stand in the stairwell leading to his apartment. his cheeks and the back of his neck prickle with warmth and he runs his fingertips beneath the ribbon he's tied around his neck. ]
I know you know I need time. I like talking like this with you, though I fear that I'm being a terrible distraction while you're working.
I'm hiding in the stairwell now. If you were here with me, we could try some of these things.
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he's pacing like a stereotypical big cat trapped in a cage, itching to claw its way out. for jase, his cage is a smaller conference room that he's holed himself up in, and he's all but ready to leap into his other form and, size be damned, run blocks and blocks and blocks until he can find this boy in that stairwell and kiss the hell out of him.
instead, he swallows hard, makes himself focus on the screen in his hands. )
i stopped pretending to do work a long time ago.
i'd much rather be distracted by you and the thought of your lips
i know i may have said too much already but just know that i'm ready to do things at whatever pace you want
you say the word you tell me what you want
and i'm yours
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[ chewing on his sleeve, the ellipsis on his end lingers as he tries to figure out the right thing to say, not wanting to be too blunt. he's already been harsh before and he doesn't want to break the mood either. because he wants too. the words are stuck in his throat but he tries to find a way around it. ]
Let me know you through touch too. I'm afraid I can't give you all you want tonight but I want to give more.
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i can wait. i promise.
( this is never an easy topic to broach, but jase is so downright devoted that he would wait until the end of the world for this boy and even then some.
he bites his lip, makes himself sit down at the large oval table in the room, letting out a long, slow breath. letting briar come to him, to explore jase on the down low in the very way he's lowkey been dreaming of ... he can hardly believe it. )
tonight?
i can't promise i'll be able to stay still if you plan on touching me more.
( as though he's incredibly still right now β not. )
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[ every little thing helps and he means that. ]
I know you, silly cat. You're invited to roam within reason. It's why this conversation started, isn't it? The fact that you'd been thinking about kissing and holding me?
Oh and β No presents. Please.
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just me and you.
( jase feels silly for not having even thought about bringing briar to his neighborhood, to his family's apartment complex. but β )
this might sound weird but i've never been able to picture you out and about in the big city. everything is so loud and hectic and your shop and the street are quiet and peaceful and magical and just about the opposite of everything i've ever known. i think maybe that's why the two images can't seem to mesh in my head.
( and apparently jase has just been prepared to forego the rest of the city altogether, his daily life, in favor of that place, this boy, spending his days hidden away in the cafΓ© with little responsibility. )
i'd say i'd send a car but i know that's too much.
here's the address and you can text me when you're in the lobby and i'll come down and meet you.
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I don't think I can concentrate now that I have the image of you picking me up against the wall in my head.
I can be there in a few hours.
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when i texted you.
guess it's contagious.
there's a lot i have left to learn about you, huh?
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What are you doing now? Or meant to be doing while you're sexting me?
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i think you can see why my attention wandered away to seek greener pastures.
i don't think i'm going to be able to go back to work, to be completely honest.
( but also hahahahhaaaahah briar called him out on his sexting, time to turn horrifically red. )
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Virtual company ...
You left a sweater here last time you visited, by the by. Should I bring it with me?
[ since he had, after all, invited himself over for lip service β or a tamer booty call. ]
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but did i really?
i must have been distracted.
( ahem. )
you can if you want.
it probably looks better on you, though.
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[ briar, as if fit ever mattered to you. ]
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[ how....
do you flirt. he takes too long to type the next message. ]
What else were you interested in seeing?
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