[ He makes a mental note then and there to make sure that, at some point in the near future, they get ownership of this place signed over to her too — because it was hers originally and it should still belong to her, even if the stupid laws of this city say that a dominant has to be legally attached to any business owned by a submissive. But looking around, he can already see the places where they've started to leave their own mark on it: a mug Poe had left behind on the hood of an old vehicle, a jacket (not the jacket) slung over the back of a chair by the front desk. He wants her to feel like this is hers too, hers to leave things scattered around in, touchstones that serve as an indication that she's been here whenever she comes back. ]
Okay.
[ Her name on the place and her own set of keys, he mentally adds, when he leads her back the way they'd come in, partly so that he can lock up in front in order for them to remain undisturbed and partly so they can divert toward the other door instead, the one that opens up into the small office with a desk and a cot set up in one corner.
In terms of comfort, it may not be much, and they'll be a cramped fit together, but as far as privacy goes, it's away from any interruptions, and he can't help thinking she's picked exactly the right spot for them to be in, ducking his head to hide a slow smile.
Instinctively, he shrugs off his jacket first, tossing it over the back of the desk chair as he moves to her quietly, and even then it's nothing sudden, just the slide of both his arms around her waist as he steps in simultaneously to tip his forehead against hers, just holding onto her for a little while — and then his mouth goes to her cheek in a mimic of her earlier initiation, one and then the other before his lips meet hers, tentative and soft, letting her feel it before taking it in any direction she might want to try. ]
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Okay.
[ Her name on the place and her own set of keys, he mentally adds, when he leads her back the way they'd come in, partly so that he can lock up in front in order for them to remain undisturbed and partly so they can divert toward the other door instead, the one that opens up into the small office with a desk and a cot set up in one corner.
In terms of comfort, it may not be much, and they'll be a cramped fit together, but as far as privacy goes, it's away from any interruptions, and he can't help thinking she's picked exactly the right spot for them to be in, ducking his head to hide a slow smile.
Instinctively, he shrugs off his jacket first, tossing it over the back of the desk chair as he moves to her quietly, and even then it's nothing sudden, just the slide of both his arms around her waist as he steps in simultaneously to tip his forehead against hers, just holding onto her for a little while — and then his mouth goes to her cheek in a mimic of her earlier initiation, one and then the other before his lips meet hers, tentative and soft, letting her feel it before taking it in any direction she might want to try. ]