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Tettus nods to the beat as she works, lips playing along with the song. It's got her groove on. It's got her in the zone right until the clock ticks past seven p.m. and the timer on her computer beeps alive.

She saves and exits the programs and reference sheets on her computer, all but for the music application as it plays the next track. Usually at this time of night, her boyfriend Glastinus pops the door open with a glass of some brand of wine he doesn't like himself. They'd exchange kisses, talk about how work went for each of them, then they'd go to bed after Tettus coaxed something more than a kiss out of him.

But no one pops open the door tonight. Just the music on Tettus's computer serenades her before she closes that, too.

So she stretches back her arms, wrists bent and spine arched over the spinny chair in her office at home, and groans a sigh out her throat. Instead of a wine glass, she reaches for the water bottle on her desk.

Then, next to it, her cellphone buzzes.

It's a pantsless kind of day, so Tettus is wearing just her skivvies and an old tee with only sentimental value. She flaps stray fur off her shirt and pats the tufts on her cheeks a little smoother, pulling herself up straighter in her chair before she picks up her phone. A voice that's too sweet and deep for how little effort goes into it reaches through the other end.

"Hey, beautiful."

Tettus strokes the bare fur of her leg smoother, too, and says, "Hey, sexy."

"You finished today?" Glas says, a pleasant sigh almost crackling through the call. "You finish your database... thing? Work thing? Did you get that sorted out?"

Tettus takes her water bottle and pushes herself with a spin up and out of her chair. She sighs, "I worked on it, but it's never gonna actually be finished, so... I did what I'm getting paid for."

"Well, I think you'll definitely finish it and you'll have done a great job of it when you do."

"Well, thanks for trying to say the right thing, but that's not how it works," Tettus coos, strolling to the kitchen. "How's Harrywood? Weird? Are you, like--did the hotel have to give you a roommate?"

"No. Why would would they have to?"

Tettus tucks her phone between her chin and shoulder as she opens the fridge and puts up her water.

"You're not allowed to live by yourself in Harrywood," she says. "That's what I heard. You don't have to follow that in hotels?"

"Uh, no. Hotels--that law has a lot of exceptions, I think. I've got my own room. It's kind of luxurious."

"Oh, luxurious," Tettus says, closing the fridge and turning back down the hall. "You make me want to be there."

She hears a low, quick clacking before Glas says, "You make me want to want--I wish you were here, too."

"You still working?" Tettus says. "I thought they didn't have anything for you to do outside the office there."

"I'm just writing e-mails," Glas says. "They're not very important. I'm paying more attention to you right now."

Tettus steps into their bedroom and pauses at the threshold, turning on her heel as she taps the door shut.

"I'm the one who's got your attention?" she says.

"Every time I hear your voice."

Tettus saunters to their bed, shirt draping forward as she leans down to sit over the edge.

"And your work is done, and you've got the room to yourself?" she says.

"Yeah."

"Glastinus," Tettus says, "may I ask you a personal question?"

"Uh--definitely."

"What are you wearing right now?"

There's a distinct lack of a pause on the line as Glas says, "Still got my suit on. I only took off my shoes and jacket. The A.C.'s very comfortable in here."

"The A.C.'s comfortable. I'm glad. But Glastinus," Tettus says, "don't you think you'd be more comfortable if I unbuttoned your shirt for you right now?"

There's the pause. Tettus hears the shuffling of fabric on the other end.

"If you were here? I mean, if you were here, maybe. I can compare the difference myself if, uh, that's important?"

Tettus--she smiles a little bit wider, but thinner. She never faults Glas for how his mind works. She loves how his mind works. Sometimes she just has to consider her words.

So she pushes herself further onto their bed, curls her knees up with her, and says, "I want to be the one to do it. I haven't been able to touch you in three days, Glas, and I want to, right now, just like this."

There's another pause. There's no shuffling; just a silence Tettus hangs upon.

Finally, there's a sort of gasp on the other end, and Glas says, "Oh. We can try that. I've never tried it before, though."

Tettus smiles wider and warmer now, the fur over her legs tickling her thighs apart even as she lays herself down.

"I'll do all the work," she says precisely. "I just want you to follow my lead. Are you lying down, Glas?"

"Yeah," he says over further shuffling.

Tettus eases her free hand to her tongue, lapping once at her fingers before waggling them much further below.

"Good," she whispers. "My fingers are running down your chest now. I'm unbuttoning you one at a time. I can smell how hard you worked today. I like it. Do you feel my hands touching you?"

"I--yes, I feel that."

Tettus slips two fingers gently past her threshold, her breaths still under control as she says, "How does it feel?"

"It feels like--good."

Tettus's movement falters.

"Did you already unbutton your whole shirt?" she says.

"I did, because I thought you wanted me to," Glas says. "It's not any more comfortable here with my shirt unbuttoned, either."

"All right, then I'm taking off your shirt right now," Tettus says, massaging her fingers back inside herself. "I'm leaning over your arms and sliding it off for you. I'm doing it gently. Slowly. Looking you in the eye as I go. I can see how much you want me like I want you."

There's a louder shuffling of fabric as Glas adjusts, then a softer thump. He says, "I do want you. And my shirt's off."

"Now close your eyes," Tettus says. "My breath is crossing your neck as I draw closer. I want to taste you."

A louder thump of bedsprings echo through the phone as Glas moves himself, then says, "Are we kissing?"

"No, I'm nibbling your neck," Tettus says. "But my fingers, meanwhile, are slipping past your undershirt. I slide it off just a little bit, then caress your abs with my soft, soft fingertips, stroking your plush with mine."

"That also feels good," Glas says. "You're very good at what you're doing."

Tettus holds back her fingers for the feeling that would ache them deeper. She breathes in and says, "Tell me how much you want to rip my clothes off and fuck me right now."

"Very much so," Glas says. "Greatly."

Tettus hesitates. "Tell me how much you enjoy my breasts."

"They're great breasts, Glas says. "I love... touching them."

"Good," Tettus breathes. "I want you to say how you'd touch them, Glas. How do you want to touch me?"

A further pause comes. Tettus holds back her increasing breaths.

Glas says, "Well?"

Tettus drops her fingers out of her pussy. With a greater, singular breath, she sighs, "Okay. Maybe I should just narrate what we're both feeling, and you just... make sure I'm on the right track. Is that okay?"

Glas adjusts again as his bedsprings squeak. "Sure, but--I don't think I'm as well suited to this. You're just so expressive."

Tettus curls her knees together again in a pout. "I'm a little excessive?"

"No, you're ex-press-ive."

Tettus slides over the messy sheets as she rolls onto her side, sticking her fingers back in harder this time. Harder, but not better. Stroking around inside for the feeling she could have neared, she says, "All right, well, I'm taking off your shirt now. I'm sliding it over your head and getting rid of it. I want your body, and I know you want--"

"Give me a second," Glas says, "I'm just--"

More shuffling. Another soft thump.

"--Okay."

"...I'm rubbing my hand down to your pants now," Tettus says. "I can feel the outline of your bulge already. I'm barely holding myself back from it, Glas. I feel you throb for me every second and I want to feel that inside me. I'm unzipping you. I'm unwrapping the clothes from your dick until it springs up in my hand--"

"Are we not going to kiss?"

Tettus removes her fingers. "We're not--we're skipping the kiss, yeah. If we're kissing then it doesn't make sense for me to narrate, because my mouth is busy, and I can't talk."

Glas actually chuckles, "See, you can be analytical."

"Of course I can be, that's not the--"

Tettus closes her eyes and purses her lips.

"I'm a programmer," she says. "I'm analytical as shit."

Glas clicks his teeth over the line. He says, "Should I be stroking myself at this point in the narrative? In real life."

Tettus remains pursed.

"I don't know if I should match when I masturbate to when we're having sex in the narrative."

Tettus opens her eyes again, shaking her head, considering her words better this time.

"Tettus? Are you mad?"

"I'm not mad," Tettus says. "I'm just thinking of the right way to make this work."

Glas sighs into his receiver. He says, "I can picture everything you're saying. I can imagine it, but I just... it's not the same when I'm not really touching you. And you know how much I love to touch you."

"I know," Tettus says, wiping her fingers on the sheets before tugging her shirt straight. "Maybe this is just too close to roleplaying again."

"I think that's it," Glas says. "I know we're supposed to be us in this scenario, but it's still pretend."

Tettus rolls onto her back again and pulls her hand over her chest, laying in the center crook of the mattress where both their bodies have compressed it.

"Just three more days," Glas coos weakly. "We'll get plenty of time alone after I'm back. We're halfway there."

And suddenly, it's even clearer that there's no way in hell Tettus is waiting that long. She sits up.

"No roleplaying," she says. "No pretending I'm really there. Give it one more try. I've got this."

A little shuffling. Glas says, "Uh, okay. What do you have in mind?"

"Get your dick out," Tettus says, sliding off her skivvies properly. "I want you to listen to my voice and jack off. I'm gonna help you."

A little more shuffling. Glas grunts past the receiver as a fwump echoes down beside him. Tettus repositions herself, too, easing back onto the bed and laying her head against the pillows.

"Pants are off," Glas says.

"Close your eyes," Tettus says.

"Okay."

She closes hers the same. Her voice lowers, but her pitch heightens, and in her quietest whine, she says, "Is your hand around your cock right now, Glas?"

"It is."

Tettus slinks her fingers back into her pussy.

"Stroke it for me," she mutters. "I want to hear how much you really love the sound of my voice."

A faint sound over the line responds to her. She lays her phone on the pillows and rests her ear over it, bringing her other hand down to her own work, muttering into the receiver, "Do you know what we're going to do when you get back here, Glas? That's what I want you to picture: me, sucking you dry, in any pose you want."

Tettus hears him getting to work on himself. She knows the sound. Her lips smile above the phone as she says, "Can you picture that, Glas? Your cock filling my mouth?"

"It's a clearer image," he says.

"You're going to desecrate every corner of me," Tettus whispers. "We won't need to talk then. I'm going to swallow you whole. I want you to think about that while your cock gets even bigger."

Glas's voice breaks the even pitch he's carried all this time as he grunts, "It's not your mouth I fantasize about."

"But I love the taste of you there, Glas..." Tettus says. "I've been missing you on my tongue. Will you give me just a taste when you get back? Will you give me a treat for thinking about your dick all this time?"

She hears that shuffling again, fabrics rustling together, noises Glas is giving to her over the line. Without the same breath, he says, "I can manage that."

Tettus tightens deeper as she massages her clitoris, her other hand prodding underneath skin and hair to her soothing nerves. Her every breath goes loud and clear through the phone, and she won't hold them back now.

"And then you're gonna fuck me raw," she sighs. "You're going to hit peak dick and I'm going to mount you like a jockey. I can picture it, Glas. You're gonna fuck me silly, you know that? Until I can't think straight. Is that what you fantasize about, Glastinus?"

"Every night that I can't touch you," Glas says.

Tettus slows her pace, sucking back in the air she needs to say, "What do you want, Glas? Do you want my pussy on top of your dick? You want to see how much I need you crashing inside me? Do you want to bend me over and fuck me like a real dog? I need to hear it. Tell me how you're really going to fuck me."

"I want to see your face again," Glas gasps. "I just want us to kiss while I'm inside you, Tettus. I want your taste, too..."

"Then I won't ever let go of your face with mine," Tettus says. "Promise me you'll hold onto my lips with yours while you pump into me. You're giving me the need for it to happen, Glas. I have--"

Tettus thrusts into herself and moans over her tongue, holding back the rest of her breath for the one sound. She barely breathes again.

"--I have high expectations, Glas... I want--to give you the same."

Glas gasps clearer, "Wait--wait, hold on. I need a paper towel or something."

"Hurry," Tettus tells him, fingering herself wetter, comfortably, not comfortably enough.

She hears the tearing of paper in further seconds, and Glas mutters, "You're getting better at this."

"It can't compare to when you get back," Tettus moans. "We're gonna go as long as you can still cum for me, Glastinus. Glastinus... tell me how hard you are right now."

Glas grunts over the soft rustling and shaking, "I'm at my peak, Tettus. I wish I was holding you now."

"Say my name as you cum," Tettus says. "Say my name again when you cum, Glastinus. I don't care if it's too cheesy. Say my name again, Glastinus..."

"I'm going to touch you the way you like me to, Tettus," Glas says, "even if I can't--put a story around it. Tettus, your breasts are amazing."

Tettus holds herself tight against her own grip and pushes further inward, moaning into Glas's ear, panting her wish for him.

"I'm gonna fuck you on the doorstep," she groans, the memory of his warmth finally reaching her.

"I'm cumming, Tettus--"

Glas gasps for her, holds it, and she hears him release. She feels how much she needs all of that effort here, with her, and she pants, "Glas--"

Her knees sprawl and her fingers shove, her back pressing forward and her head folding back, everything cushioning her in a sensation she needs, in a surge, god--

Tettus cums. Her fingers tighten with her gasp, and she holds there, panting, glad, dripping all over their bed.

Quieter, still panting, but quieter, she says, "Did that work better?"

There's another pause over the line, but Tettus hears Glas gasping the same as her. He swallows and says, "It did."

Tettus smiles through open breaths, snuggling her knees closer to her chest over the sheets.

"Are you going to call me tomorrow night, too?"

With a deep breath, Glas says, "That's going to happen now."

Tettus pulls her hand back up to her phone, brushing off her fingers again before taking hold of it.

"Glas," she says, pushing herself back up, "was that really all you fantasize about?"

"Uh--no," he says. "But I can't come up with the kind of sweet talk you can on the spot, so... I'll just have to tell you the rest in person."

"That wasn't sweet talk," Tettus says, grinning slicker as she reaches her thumb to end the call. "Hurry home."