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[strumpet]

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[strumpet]

you call verbal sparring and gossiping flirting?

how seductive, no really you’ve outdone yourself this time.

[restingstitchface]

That's wonderful to hear.

I do enjoy getting good reviews.

[strumpet]

that was sarcasm by the way.

why don’t you try ‘sexting’ like a normal person crane?

[restingstitchface]

Well, people are either charming or serious. I prefer to straddle the line. Even when it comes to those kinds of activities.

All things in moderation, right?

[strumpet]

( a less intelligent woman wouldn’t have seen his clever tactic—

but almost instinctively she could sense this was bait. he was trying to bait her into a verbal sparring to stimulate his mind. sex was far from it clearly. still…. )

and straddle you do, much like I could do to your face, my thighs pressed up against your the sides, squeezing and nearly suffocating.

wouldn’t you like that? while I fill your ears with all my deepest fears and secrets?

[restingstitchface]

Not really. I prefer to watch people lose control. To make them spill out all those dark and dangerous secrets, unable to help themselves.

It really doesn't matter where.

[Why watch when you can do?]

[strumpet]

and is that what you want tonight doctor? to see me fall apart and lose control?

to tell you things I would never in a right frame of mind? the easiest way is through sex you know? to have a woman so deep and so out of it, she’ll tell you anything.

[restingstitchface]

Oh, but sometimes I prefer the challenge of facing you on home ground. To be so deep and so into you that you'll tell me anything.

Not to say I don't have other ways of getting you high.

[strumpet]

amusing crane, really. I guess I'll just have to put up a big fight and shadowbox your every move.

try, I won't stop you.

[restingstitchface]

Well, that sounds like an invitation.

Are you free for dinner at eight?

[strumpet]

( she really should just delete his message and ignore him yet she’s drawn in like an idiot—

for the first time, finally losing control. )

high end restaurant only, you’re paying and your buying a bottle of the house wine. otherwise I’m not showing up.

[restingstitchface]

[He sends the address for a traditional restaurant that would be considered just short of the best. High enough to satisfy. But always wanting someone leaving more.]

The owner owes me a favour.

Regardless, you know I don't drink. But don't worry. I won't take advantage of you.

[strumpet]

( it was a cruel and clever game he played, creeping in with something that most women would be satisfied with. really she shouldn’t but there she was, picking out a wardrobe that matched his quality of restaurant.

decent but could certainly be better. )

remind me to never go into debt with you. don’t expect me to get too dolled up now.

and of course, you can barely tolerate flirtatious texts. I’m not too worried, see you then.