Say it with your hands

by AngelisIgniRelucent

"Please, darling?" Blaine says, golden eyes pleading. You bite your lip, looking down. "I've got to go in – you know they can't function without me." He can hear it in your voice though – he knows you can't resist. Not when his hands are trailing up your sides, unpicking your seams.

1. I'll do anything you say

~I'll do anything you say if you say it with your hands~

"Please, darling?" Blaine says, golden eyes pleading. You bite your lip, looking down.
"I've got to go in – you know they can't function without me." He can hear it in your voice though – he knows you can't resist. Not when his hands are trailing up your sides, unpicking your seams.
"Come on, love – even they know you're not a machine. You're allowed to phone in sick every now and then." And his voice is like treacle – thick, dark and sweet.
"But I'm not sick …" you say, valiantly battling to keep your thoughts on the conversation at hand rather than the way Blaine's fingers are tracing patterns on your stomach, raising goose bumps in their path.
"Ah, but they don't know that." He smiles at your gasp as a finger dips into your navel, and you're lost.
"Blaine." It's just a breath, hardly there, but he knows.
"Turn over for me, sweetheart."