- IC CONTACT POST FOR MASKORMENACE -

[slightlyoffchilt]

"Hello.

You've reached the direct line of Doctor Frederick Chilton. As I am not available at the moment, you might assume I'm quite busy with something pressing. State your name and business, and I will return your call."

Comments

[flowerette]

[ It gave Raina a thrill to see Chilton assuming a dominion over Jeff, establishing a hierarchy. As soon as her lips were captured by Chilton's, Raina kissed him with passion renewed. A kiss that claimed Chilton as hers as well as established that she was equally his, and together they were going to make Jeff squirm and beg and want so deeply he wouldn't be able to refuse this again.

She felt the lips on her collar and arched into Jeff's attentions -- reaching over to blindly undo Chilton's belt because everyone was wearing far too many clothes at the moment. Parting from Chilton's mouth reluctantly, Raina put her entire focus on divesting her boyfriend of his attire while turning to Jeff. ]

If you value your shirt, take it off before I tear it off.

[ She winked and took advantage of being free from their touch long enough to take off the nightgown that barely obscured anything from view, allowing herself to be the first one nude. She was the bait, after all. The one that would coerce Jeff to tolerate Chilton's presence, and hopefully as it got going, he would do more than just tolerate it. ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

You might want to heed her threat.

[Chilton said, with a final yank of Jeff's throated belt, before he returned the reins to Raina. His own apparel tumbled undone, as his girlfriend and her miraculous fingers worked their ritual. When Chilton, liberated from his slacks and his shirt unbuttoned, rose to step to the light switch, he flickered a glance back at the fray in his living room.]

This won't last long on that couch.

[Something of an observation, something spoken with anticipation, as he ticked off the light switch and returned to Raina's design. Theirs was the sort of touch done in the dark.]

[textualhealing]

[Jeff does heed that threat, even if Chilton's advice comes with yet another tug on that leather, causing a retaliation of little more than an irritated snarl. There's more important things to focus on, and instead he's taking Raina's break away as the perfect opportunity to work deftly at the buttons of his shirt and shrug the expensive fabric from his shoulders without ceremony. The perfectionist in him doesn't allow it to settle creased behind him (can't return home with a rumpled shirt, after all), so it's pulled out from behind and slung neatly across the back of the couch, hopefully far enough away from harms way for the moment.

His attention is still on Raina, unwavering and eager as she strips away her last layer to present him with an expanse of smooth skin, and Oh God does he want to touch every bit of it. There's restraint in Jeff though, not just the one around his neck either. He waits, allowing a hand to creep across the flat of Raina's stomach while he leans in to nuzzle in against her shoulder, chin resting there as his gaze follows Frederick out of pure curiosity. He takes note of the basics; body shape, some very obvious scarring, anything that's usually hidden by a suit, but he's more interested in where he's headed. Light switch. Fair enough, that might help in this situation, even if Jeff is perfectly content to show off every inch of his body in as much light as he can get. It is, after all, a work of art that needs to be appreciated.]

Then maybe we should be taking it to the bedroom. Or kinky sex dungeon. Whatever you guys usually use in this house.

[His voice low, uttered close to Raina's ear.]