- 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

[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.]