Tough Love

Part 7

You followed behind Paul as he was looking at your answers that you filled out. He went to sit down grabbing for glasses, putting them on as you stopped short.

Oh no, why do I have to discover things like this? You thought as you went to sit, crossing your legs in an attempt to stop the sudden throbbing in your nether regions. It was probably the alcohol that was helping but seeing him wear glasses did something to you.

He was flipping through the stack of papers as you tried to not look in his direction as he was writing various things down.

"What are you doing?"

"Taking some notes on things, making sure I'm prepared,"

"That's funny cause I'm getting doctor's office silently writing notes and judging me vibes right now," you said as you took another swig from the tequila bottle, not even wincing anymore.

"Yes, well, I'm not judging you. Whatever you are into, you're into . And whatever you aren't you aren't. But what I'm more curious about is what you are on the fence about. That is what we are going to be exploring," he said with a smile.

"Plus scrolling through this while you were out was very helpful as well. Kind of reaffirmed some things of course that you already answered," Paul said as you saw your phone sitting on his knee.

"Wait, you stole my phone,"

"Pickpocketed and it's very interesting. Looking back at your history I would gather that someone was thinking about me after the concert and having a bit of alone time pleasure right?" he questioned wiggling his eyebrows as you lunged for your phone but he was quick to pick it up. Holding it over himself as you struggled to get it, which made it so you had to lean over him.

Noticing his hand slumping slightly you grabbed for it, as you felt vibration on your chest, as you looked down and saw that his face was firmly planted in-between your breasts.

"Well now if you would've led with that, I mean we would probably be in bed right now," he said as you moved away, holding your hand out for your phone and he gave it back to you with a smirk.

"Again not judging at all. But it just reaffirms your kinks. But i'm going to go through all of this and then we talk,"

"Wait, we still are going to talk about this?"

"Yes, I was just writing notes for myself for things, make sure I get things that I need," He said flipping to the next page, writing more things down.

"Well I guess this might take you awhile,"

"Not really it's more of a glance thing, I've kind of had this memorized," he said, making you almost choke on the tequila.

"Ok if your going to make comments like that please warn me first,"

"What? I'm surprised that you are surprised that I would have this memorized, unless for you that's a problem. My sexual past and all," he said looking up from the stack of papers and putting them aside.

"Oh, well I mean you gave me those and well. I thought that me filling it out meant that well I don't care about that. I do have questions though," you said, putting down the bottle and turning to face him.

"Ok well I have questions too, so we might as well ask them. There are things I want to address that weren't on this form, and there are certain gray areas I want to address that I can see from the form."

You felt your face heat up not knowing what he was going to ask, and clutched the bottle of tequila tighter.

"Don't worry, I'll stop asking questions if it makes you uncomfortable alright but it has to be done. Cause that survey only covers the general lay of the land on what you like anyways. It looks like you are into a dom/sub relationship and possibly a switch, which is interesting," he said as he started back on scribbling notes as you looked at him, trying to gauge his tone.

"What? Is that weird?"

"No, not weird. I said that your kinks are your kinks but I...I know that I said I wouldn't judge. You just don't strike me as a switch but," he said shrugging his shoulders as he was looking through the survey again and then looked at his list.

"With the dom/sub thing there is the possible use of honorifics. How do you feel about that?" he said looking up at you as you tilted your head at him in confusion.

"You know out of the two of us you have way more experience with this than I do. What the hell is an honorific?"

He smirked as he looked down at the paper writing something down.

"Well, it would only keep to me and you that's the one specific rule that I have about that. Since it's for us and everything, that is if you are into it. Honorifics would stuff that you would call me or what I would call you in the heat of the moment or building up to a sexual encounter or even in just regular context like texting and things," he explained, as he sat back into the chair.

"Oh, I mean, I guess. It would kind of make sense. I do kind of like a more verbal partner anyways," You said, nodding, and feeling your face lose some of the heat as you started to feel comfortable, realizing that he wasn't going to make you uncomfortable talking about this. Since it needed to be put out there to make sure that he knew your preferences.

"Ok, you have anything?"

"You mean, things? I don't know, how about we figure that out along the way?" you asked as he nodded, writing something down as a smirk came back on his face.

God, I'm going to see that a lot aren't I?

"There was a question that was asked about praise and you answered yes, so that makes sense that you would be ok with honorifics when you seem to also have a praise kink, as well as a verbal partner while having sex. Which I am more than happy to do for you," he said with a smile on his face.

"But you said there were gray areas as well,"

"Just stuff that you answered one way and then another when the same or similar question was asked but it was only a point on the scale up so I would assume it would actually be your first answer about it which are no-gos for you. I won't mention them if that makes you comfortable. But everything else seems in order, except for the honorifics, which I would rather us figure out before. I don't want to be in the middle of something and say something that gets you out of the mood, so just think on it, and text me if anything comes to mind," he said as he got up to stand as you did as well. Swaying a bit on your feet.

You leaned forward, as he put his hand up to stop you.

"We aren't doing anything, I need time to get stuff and you aren't sober. I only had one shot, so I'm going to take you back to your place. The hospital gave me some things for your stitches, cream and things I'll give you the bag," he said as you tried to peek at his notepad, as he pulled you from the room.

"No peeking, it's notes to get things in order. Some things that you'll be into and some that you were willing to at least try. Come on, let's get you back to your place to sober up and get your face healing," he said as he got the bag that was by the front door and grabbed his keys, leaving you all kinds of confused. Since it seemed like he wanted to do things but was giving you space. Or he needed it from you.