This Relationship of Ours (+Extras)

the one with the sexy picture

Anonymous asked: Omg a blurb about the first time they send pics... who sends first... where are they... what ensues omg omg omg

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oh mia, definitely. she sends the first one when she's his sub and when they're in a relationship.

the first one happens when she can't fall asleep. it's two am and she's staring at her ceiling, wishing she could force her body to get tired, but nothing's working. she's finished up the book she's been procrastinating with, she's done majority of her work, and she's made herself a cup of tea, yet nothing seems to be helping her.

so she pulls out her phone and begins scrolling through it. nobody's posting on instagram or snapchat. she refuses to go on twitter or she'll find herself falling down a very deep rabbit hole that'll have her regretting not taking melatonin. reddit? absolutely not.

she opens her clock app and checks what time it is in london. she's got all the places he's been traveling. there's los angeles and italy listed under london.

there's a chance he could be awake, right? they've only begun "seeing" each other or whatever this is called, so she has every right to text him.

she pulls up imessage and texts him: are you awake?

her face lights up when two minutes later, the message is read. excitement runs through her body at an exhilarating speed and she giggles to herself. with a quick look across the room, she checks to see if her roommate it asleep. as if on cue, her roommate shifts over in her sleep, her back to her.

mia waits. she waits for what seems like forever, but it's only five minutes. read at 2:16 am. maybe he's just waking up and he needs time to brush his teeth or something. maybe he's about to go on a jog like he usually does. maybe he's getting dressed or making breakfast? her head is spinning with all these theories because there's no way her new dominant would ignore her...right?

ten minutes pass and the smile is slowly slipping off her face. a frown forms instead as the screen goes black and she can see her reflection because the moon is shining through the open blinds.

impatiently, she opens up the app again and writes to him: is that a yes?

again, it's marked as read and he still doesn't reply.

she huffs, placing her phone down. she goes back to staring up at the ceiling. why isn't he replying? she should send him something he absolutely has to reply to. or she could spam him with messages. send him videos of puppies on his instagram. indirectly tweet him on twitter?

her hand reaches for her phone again as she thinks of something that might grab his attention. the phone is brought back to life as she checks on her roommate once more before she shuts off the ringer. she pushes her sheets down and spreads her legs, angling the camera in a way that might capture a sexy picture.

the first picture she takes simply isn't decent. she only wears underwear to sleep, so it's kinda weird showing him something he's already seen.

the next picture she takes is her dragging the waistband of her panties down below her hip bone. it's a sexier picture, for sure, and the lace of her panties doesn't cover a lot. she saves it.

the third picture she takes is of her hand dipped into her panties. he's not here but she can hear his voice ordering her not to touch herself without his permission. she grins, knowing this one will make his head spin.

she places her hand a little to the side in her panties, letting the lace still expose her a bit, and she spreads her legs as if to show that she's actually touching herself. she snaps the picture and immediately sends this one and the second one to his imessage.

pleased, she waits for a reply, snuggling back into her sheets.

the message is read. her heart begins thundering in her chest. typing bubbles pop up and she gasps excitedly.

I'm in a meeting.

whoops... she replies with a giggle.

My laptop is open, so every time you send me a message, it pops up.

double whoops, she'd forgotten his macbook did that. she can't reply because he shoots her a text first.

And I've got a couple people looking at my laptop. I had to close it.

and then another one.

And now my dick is fucking hard.

she holds back another giggle. go take care of it!

Apologize to me first.

she wants to roll her eyes. before or after i cum?

he takes his time before he texts back, but she can practically sense the conflicting thoughts as the typing bubbles appear and then disappear a couple times.

Did I tell you that I just bought a new whip? Black leather.

fuck.

You're begging me to use it on your ass right now. Make it so you can't sit for a week.

just wanted your attention :(

My hand is literally itching to grab your hair and throw you over my lap.

"jesus christ," she whispers, pressing her thighs together.

Is that enough attention for you?

she nearly whimpers. no... please come here ?

I will next weekend, and when I'm done with you, maybe then you'll understand how serious I am about you not touching yourself without my permission.

could i please touch myself?

Cute, but no. Go to sleep Amelia.

she tries to relieve the tension between her legs, but he's said no. she can't disobey him if he's said no...

she tosses her phone aside and grumbles to herself, snuggling into the blankets. whatever. she'll deal with it when she has to.