A Lonely Heart's Wish

Hours later she curls up on the couch in her room, exhausted from her outing. She was glad for her time out. It made her less depressed about the situation. She knew she should just relax and let Owen handle things but instead she chaffed at her restrictions. She glances at her phone, noticing a message had come in while she was out.

Are you awake?                    Owen

She smiles, feeling a bit mischievous.

Why don’t you come here and check in person? You could always wake me if I’m not.       Eve

Her phone immediately vibrates, telling her he was anxiously waiting for her to reply.

I would much rather watch you sleep and let you get your rest.                Owen

She bites her lip, deciding to press him for answers.

And why would you do that when you can have me awake? Or am I much more tolerable asleep?   Eve

When you are sleeping I can let myself burn the image of every luscious curve and movement in my mind. I can record your soft sighs in my memory for those times when we will be apart. I can fill my senses with your scent, the feel of your skin.                                                                         Owen

She rereads the text several times, feeling her body grow warm.

And what if I’d rather you do so while I am awake? What if I want to see you gazing at me and know you are wanting me? What if I decided you can’t come to see me tonight unless you promised to sleep naked in my bed, curled up against me all night long?                                              Eve

Would you torture me so?                                                                        Owen

She grins and leans deeper into the couch.

I have yet to torture you. Torture would be photos of my naked body sent to you and telling you that is all you will get until I say otherwise. Torture is making you sit across the room from me and making you watch while I pleasure myself. Should I really torture you?                                Eve

You wouldn’t dare                                                        Owen

She chuckles evilly and sips at her water.

You have no idea what I would dare. Now, I do believe you owe me 5 questions….  Eve

Ask what you will of me, Vixen.                                           Owen

If I made you watch me while I pleasured myself with toys, would you be able to sit back and not touch me?                                                                                       Eve

She smiles as the time stretches between her text and his reply. She knows he’s either busy or seriously thinking over her question.

Perhaps at first but it would be too tempting to join you if you took too long. Your turn.   Owen

I have no real self-control. Besides, I cannot imagine you with a toy.                    Eve

Toys for men are not as fun those for women. Would you allow me to tell you what to do if I did keep my hands to myself?                                                         Owen

She groans, the thought of him directing her actions making her wet.

Is that one of the five questions?                            Eve

Yes.                                                             Owen

I have never tried that before. In many ways I am still a blank slate. Would I be willing? With you? Absolutely, although I do not know I could do it with anyone else.  Your turn.                        Eve

I would take any direction you gave me, Vixen. Unfortunately I would like to have you all to myself for a whole day to do everything I would like to do to you.                                              Owen

 Eve squirms on the couch, trying to not get too worked up. The door opens, Elise sneaking in with a tray of food. She smiles as Eve looks up from her phone guiltily. “What are you doing now?”

Eve blushes. “What makes you think I am doing anything at all?”

“You look like I caught you with your hand in the cookie jar for one.” Elise settles down on the couch next to her, trying to look at the phone. “Plus you are blushing. That means you are texting Owen again.”

“Maybe.” She tries to hide the phone but it vibrates. She points her finger at Elise, keeping her away from the phone. “Don’t! I seriously doubt you wanna know the details of what we’re talking about right now.”

“Oh?” Elise slides closer, trying to snatch the phone. “And what are you talking about?”

“Um, toys.” Eve blushes even more, holding the phone away from her.

Elise grins and drops her hands. “Whoa! T.M.I!”

“You asked!” She laughs and opens the message.

What dress will you be wearing to the banquet?                                      Owen

She glances at Elise, grinning. “He wants to know which dress I’ll be wearing Friday.”

Elise grabs the phone and quickly types in a message, hitting send before Eve can get it back. She laughs as Eve grabs it and brings it back up to read.

Whichever one comes off the quickest

“Elise!” Eve slaps at her arm. “Seriously?”

“You know you want to rip his clothes off!” She laughs and grabs at the phone again as it vibrates.

Who sent the last message?                            Owen

Eve laughs harder, showing Elise the message.

Sorry about that. Elise stole the phone from me. I am not sure yet as I don’t really have a favorite dress. I guess I should decide soon since I still have to find shoes and jewelry.                      Eve

Eve sighs, wishing their messages could’ve stayed on the steamy side. She grabs a sandwich off the tray and waves it at Elise. “I can’t help it when I get to see his playful side. Makes me want to draw him out even more.”

Elise lifts a brow, knowing Eve hasn’t seen all of his ‘playful side’ just yet. “Are you sure? You may not like what you get.”

The phone vibrates again, catching Eves’ attention. “We all have light and dark sides. We just have to be able to accept both sides of a person to understand them.”

I see. Tell Elise to lay off or I will start taping her conversations with Goliath. I am sure she does not want those broadcast. As for your dress, wear the green and black one.                      Owen

She shows Elise the message, grinning at her reaction. “How does he know which dresses were picked out for me?”

Elise shrugs. “I don’t know. I didn’t tell him.”

And how do you know what dresses I might wear?                                     Eve

That is information I will not divulge at this time.                                      Owen

Eve growls in frustration. “He won’t tell me.”

“I’m not surprised.” Elise grins. “So what can we do to rattle him?”

Eve grins, picking up her phone. “Well he did start the whole downward spiral of our texts. I think I’ll finish it.”

Maybe I should go lingerie shopping to have something to wear under the dress. What would you like me to wear?                                                                                           Eve

Decisions, decisions. I could see you in a lace corset and thong ensemble, My Mistress.          Owen

Eve blushes fiercely, Elise laughing loudly at her. “Looks like we are going shopping the moment I can get out of here.”

“Oh?” Elise giggles. “Will he be joining us?”

“Think he would?” Eve bites her lip, amusement dancing in her eyes.

“Maybe.” Elise stands and heads towards the door. “I’ll ask Fox. I’m supposed to be meeting with her in 10 minutes anyway over security for the banquet.”

“Let me know.” She glances down at the phone. “Until then, I’m gonna tease him as much as I can.”

Perhaps I will get one and wear it. You will just have to imagine it until I see fit to show you.    Eve

Vixen!                       Owen

Eve’s laughter follows Elise out into the hallway, giving her even more reason to want to take Eve out shopping the next day.