<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/73/ec/13/73ec1360f89e74d589663b35b8f79814.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name</strong>: Taegan "Tae" Petrov (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13073346#msg13073346)<br/><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Evening | Eames' Residence<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Fuck Me Quietly (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/1c/34/51/1c34510cb02239040ff1c36a30ea0a64.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Greg Eames<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Flirting<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Her eyes were locked on him as he removed his jacket and opened his shirt, a quiet sound of interest rising in her throat.  Her eyes wandered up after a moment and she smiled, tossing her hair back over her shoulders as her fingers continued their path up between her small breasts.<br/><br/>"Perfect."<br/><br/>She pushed herself up so she was upright on her knees, further diminishing the distance between them, so that her hands lightly brushed against his chest as she unbuttoned her shirt.  Once the buttons were all free, she dropped her hands to untie the straps around her slender waist and let the shirt hang open, providing teasing glimpses of the sides of her unfettered breasts, the skin revealed from collarbone to navel in a slender line, every inch soft, flawless and enticing.<br/><br/>She reached up to curl one hand behind his neck, her slow, steady breaths eliminating the space between their chests with each inhale, so their bare skin ever so slightly brushed for a moment...and then again.<br/><br/>"So...Should I just keep calling you Mr. Eames, sir?  I will if you want me to."