I do... I just don't have to like it., Bay, Lucy, Harper and Tommy.

[Harper Reid]

They hadn't been waiting outside the venue for too long...at most, maybe twenty minutes or so, before a cab pulled up and a moment later, out stepped their ladies. And damn, but their ladies were dressed to kill....Bayleigh especially. 'The heels, and the tights, and damnit the whole package.' Harper thought to himself, even as she moved into him to press her lips to his. God damn, gorgeous. You're perfect." He murmured into her ear, even as he nipped at the flesh there, knowing that she'd get the clues that he was giving that she would be in for it once they were done with this stuff. "When we're finished here, the shop should already be closed, hrm....I think we need to stop by there on the way home." He suggested, nipping once more at her ear; a promise for later, before straitening up to take her hand. "Come on guys, my shackles await." He joked, even as he tugged Bay along with him through the door.

They didn't make it very far before they were greeted by James Thompson, or Jimmy, as he said he preferred to be called. They wandered through the gallery, and the further they moved into the space, the more comfortable Harper became. This place, in his opinion, was absolutely perfect, but the real question here was what did Bayleigh think? Tommy and Lucy, for their parts were silent at the moment, though his boss still looked annoyed, and Lucy wore a cat who ate the canary smirk. Before he could even wonder about that though, Bay was turning to him with excited eyes, asking what he thought, and he could only grin. "This is amazing, gorgeous...the light is perfect, and it's warm and comfortable....I like it here. It's not terribly pretentious either." He noted, before offering her a smile and a raised eyebrow. "More importantly, what do YOU think, gorgeous?" He wondered, even as Tommy and Lucy moved in closer to see what she thought.

[Bayleigh Rae Jacobs]

Bayleigh loved the way Harper's lips settled against her ear, a clear promise if there ever was one. When he mentioned having to stop by the shop on the way back she couldn't help the sly grin she knew was spreading across her face because that brought up more than a few fantasies. By the grin on Lucy's own face, she knew her friend had caught her thoughts. She shot the other woman a wink and soon they were following this Jimmy guy around the space that could very well be where they finally made this legal.

The first thing Bay noticed was that the place had Harper written all over it. It looked like a place he would hang out. It was open and cool with a laid back kind of elegance that reminded her of him. Still she tried to be objective, walking around and looking at all the components of the space. In her mind she was mentally trying to figure out what would go where. She walked to the far end of the room standing in the middle and thinking that this is where they would actually do this.

She turned slowly, seeing tables set up and a dance floor and then idly wondered if there would be a band or a dj. Considering how music oriented they were she wondered why they hadn't gone over that particular detail. She shot Lucy a worried glance and knew she would get Tommy on it as soon as possible. She'd prefer a band personally, but she'd take any excuse to dance in Harper's arms. She danced all the time, just not with him and she found that she was looking forward to it.

She whirled on Harper, asking him what he thought and he turned the question back on her after giving her a short opinion of it. Once everyone was kind of huddled together she shot them all a grin as she said, "What do I think? I think this is where your doom begins." She nudged him playfully and then stretched up to place a kiss on his lips. "Its perfect," she whispered.

[Harper Reid]

Harper smirrked slightly when Bay told him that this was where his doom began, and he could only agree with her words; this was perfect....or, it would be, he thought to himself, once he delivered his newest surprise painting to their wedding-slash-reception location for Bay to find on their wedding day. Tommy argued briefly with Bayleigh about just who was going to be paying the deposit today, and though Harper knew he should be with Bayleigh on this one, he simply wasn't going to get in the middle of their argument. He was many things, after all, but stupid was not one of them. Lucy murmured her agreement with his thoughts, and not for the first time, her mind-reading skills freaked him out just a little bit. "Yeah....well, I have a feeling Bay's not going to win this one, and then she's going to pout." He murmured with a chuckle. Finally, Tommy put his foot down, insisting on paying for this, and that would be it, he wouldn't stick his nose in it again. Harper seriously doubted that, but wisely kept his mouth firmly closed until they were finished.

They moved from the gallery as a unit, but the minute they hit the street, Tommy was hugging Bay carefully, and telling them that they'd catch up later; he and Lucy had a few things to discuss, and he was certain he didn't want anymore details when Lucy let out a delighted giggle. Still...this worked out perfectly to his mind. After all, he had plans of his own for Bayleigh. "So....come here little girl....want some candy?" He murmured even as he pulled Bayleigh swiftly into his side. "You look fucking amazing, Gorgeous." Harper informed her lightly, even as he slapped her ass teasingly. "Come on....I wanted to stop by the shop on the way home...I think I might have left one of my sketch books there, and I've got a few ideas I want to look over tonight." He told her, giving himself a clear excuse of why they'd need to stop by the shop, aside from the fact that he was interested in doing more than a few possibly dirty things to her while they were there. After all, he was in with the acting shop manager.

[Bayleigh Rae Jacobs]

Bayleigh was going to deck Tommy. At least she would if she thought it would do more than break her own damn hand. She told him that she could put the money down herself. Hell… she had it. Certainly not as much as Tommy, but she had it. But Tommy had this misguided notion that he was playing the father of the bride role here and she knew that no matter what she did, he was not backing down from this. Harper of course was staying out of it and she shot him an annoyed look. Tommy told her that he’d butt out of everything else if she’d let him do this and she said, “Bullshit,” but caved anyway. Sometimes it was nice to be loved- even if he annoyed the shit out of her.

And then he was hugging her carefully- he could definitely break some bones if he didn’t think about it. And then he was saying he had things to discuss with Lucy and Bayleigh could only wink at her best girl, knowing Tommy was in as much trouble as he was no doubt planning on dishing out. As soon as those two bailed Harper pulled her in, asking her if she wanted some candy. She could only grin at his lecherous voice as he teased her. Her eyes grew dark when he told her she looked amazing and then lightly slapped her on the ass. This was the Harper she was trying to reach. But then he mentioned that he wanted to stop by the shop on the way home and she couldn’t help but pout a little.

What the hell was she gonna have to do to convince him that she was much more interesting than the shop. Still he was determined to retrieve his sketchbook so she sighed and took his hand. “Fine, I guess I can finish up a couple of things while you look for it,” she told him with a smile as she pressed herself against him, and stretching up to brush her glossy lips across his. “But make sure you find it fast,” she warned him, her voice husky with unspoken thoughts.

[Harper Reid]

Bayleigh pouted over the idea of him needing to stop by the shop, as he'd expected that she would, and in his head that only made this more entertaining for him. She sighed and took his hand, telling him in a put out voice that she could finish up a couple of things while he was looking for his book. Oh, if she only knew....once he got her to the shop, she'd be far too busy to be worried about anything there. Rather than tell her that though, he just tugged on her hand. "Come on, gorgeous...sooner we get there, the sooner we can get out of there and home, where I can keep you all to myself, until tomorrow when we have to be at the shop." He informed her seriously, with a waggle of his eyebrows and a lecherous grin.

They set off on foot, and Harper couldn't help but smile smugly every time his woman got a second glance on their walk downtown toward the shop. "You have the best legs I have ever seen Bay." He informed her conversationally as they walked. "No...seriously." He insisted when she rolled her eyes at him. "They've got a beautiful shape, and they go all the way up to your neck, and your shoes always make them look so perfect....so sexy." Harper told her, even as he waited for her to get the shop unlocked.

They moved through the door and she locked it behind them, but he didn't let her make it even a step from there before he was pressing her gently against the wall to finally, finally get his lips on hers the way he'd been thinking about since she and Lucy had gotten out of that cab. "Fuck, I've been missin' you, gorgeous..." Harper murmured, kissing her again for long moments.

[Bayleigh Rae Jacobs]

Bay just followed Harper's lead as he tugged her with him. He told her the sooner they handled this, the sooner they could get home and the look on his face told her that just maybe she might get what she was aiming for when she had picked this particular outfit.... just wait till he saw what she had underneath it. That thought put a smile back on her face as they walked down the street.

She wasn't oblivious to the looks she got. That would have bothered her once upon a time ago, preferring not to be stared at that way. It brought up bad memories she'd rather forget. But the pride in Harper's eyes made her chuckle as he told her that she had the best legs he had ever seen. When they got to the shop he was still going on about her legs and she just shook her head. "You are so biased," she accused him. He looked at her like a lover... but with an artist's eyes.

As they got into the shop, she locked the door behind them so that no one else would think they were opened and as she started toward the office Harper pulled her over and pressed her against the wall. He pressed his lips to hers and she sighed against his mouth. He told her that he had been missing her and all she could do was agree before she was lost all over again. She knew that they would never get out of here if he didn't find his book and after a kiss like that, she wanted to get him home- fast.

She pushed him away with a chuckle. "C'mon loverboy, go find your book so you can take me home and have your wicked way with me," she teased with an arched brow. "I'll go finish a couple of loose ends in the office. Just yell when you've found your stuff and you're ready to go," she told him and with a quick kiss to his lips she sashayed into the office. If she had an extra sway to her hips it was only to spur him into quick action so they could get home.

[Harper Reid]

Bayleigh pushed him away with a laugh, murmuring that he should hurry his ass up and find what he was looking for so that they could get home and he could do with her what he would. That, he had to admit, sounded like a damn good plan.....or, at least it would, once he finished up with her here. She kissed him quickly before turning and wandering off toward the office with a little extra sway to her hips...all for his benefit, he was sure. As quickly as possible, Harper moved to his station, digging out the sketchbook he needed and brought it back to set it on the receptionist's desk before he moved quickly toward the office.

Harper soundlessly opened the door, slipping inside before shutting it silently behind him. Being as quiet as he could, he slipped up behind her in that big leather desk chair, his lips coming down to her ear where he murmured quietly. "Workin' hard, gorgeous?" He didn't wait for an answer, nipping gently at her ear before he continued. "Think I can distract you?" He wondered, even as his lips trailed down her throat, smiling against her flesh as her hand faltered in it's writing.

"Awww, I'm not tryin' to fuck up your work, Bay.....why don't you quit it and let me put you up on top of this big desk again?" He suggested idly, smiling again when she shivered slightly at his words. "Come on, gorgeous....this time my face isn't all fucked up....I can do anything you want." He reminded her, knowing that her mind would immediately go back to the last time he'd had her here....just after Judah had busted his face all up. He continued trailing his lips over her throat, sliding lower and lower with each kiss, tugging her sweater out of his way to clear a path for his lips while he waited to see what she'd say.

[Bayleigh Rae Jacobs]

Bayleigh likely would have jumped if she hadn't known that it was only her and Harper here in the shop. She was so engrossed in her planning that she hadn't even heard him come in until his lips touched her ear. She smiled though he couldn't see it from his position. He asked her if she was working hard, his lips moving down her throat and she found that she had written the same word down three times.

She took a deep breath and tried to start again, but then he offered to put her up on the desk again. That did nothing but bring on a strong mental image of the last time that had happened, and she shivered despite herself. He reminded her that his face was fine and she sighed softly. He truly was her champion. That had been one of the worst feelings.. knowing she'd gotten him hurt. But instead he'd turned all that attention on her. Could she be any more stupidly in love with him?

His lips trailed down her skin as he pushed her sweater out of the way and she turned the chair around slowly so that she could face him. "What are you waiting for Squared?" she challenged him. She wasn't about to give him an invitation. She'd been waiting too long to see that kind of hunger on his face. He loved her, she knew it and she knew that was the reason for his concern. But concern wasn't what she wanted right now. She wanted- no needed- to be reminded that he was crazy out of his head for her too.

[Harper Reid]

Oh, I'm not waitin' for anything, gorgeous." Harper murmured, tugging her up and out of the chair when she finally turned to face him, her eyebrow raised even as she offered him a coy smile to go with her challenge. Once she was there in his arms; pressed all up against her in that tiny little outfit, the heels bringing her up to his height, and causing her to rub up against him in all the right places. "God damn, woman." He growled against the flesh of her throat as she shifted teasingly against him.

That was the move that finally broke him.

In this instant he wasn't thinking about the fact that Bay was still fragile....or about the baby, or anything else that matter, aside from getting her out of that sweater that was maddeningly covering her flesh from his view, not to mention his touch. He stripped the red v-neck sweater from her slender frame, anxious to see what she might have under it. When he uncovered the corset though, Harper couldn't help but gasp quietly in appreciation. "Fuck, gorgeous....look at how hot you are." He murmured with a grin. Smoothly, he turned, lifting her as he went to set her up on the edge of Tommy's big mahogany desk. "So...now I've got you here... the big question is, what is it that you need most?" He wondered with a slight laugh, even as he stepped closer, catching her lips with his; nipping at her bottom lip before soothing it with his tongue, even as his hands roamed up and over her from hip to shoulder before winding into her hair.

[Bayleigh Rae Jacobs]

Harper tugged her up out of the chair and into his arms and she was gratified to see that the heels definitely made the difference. She could feel every part of him pressed up against him and knew that he was most definitely interested in what she was offering. His mouth was against her throat and she couldn't resist a little wiggle against him.

It was like that little move snapped something in Harper. He tugged her sweater over her head and she knew the second he caught sight of her little surprise. The gasp was audible, appreciative and absolutely gratifying to Bay's ears. She knew the picture she made, the corset, the little skirt, the knee socks and the heels. She was a fantasy come to life, she just hoped that it was HIS fantasy.

He lifted her up and set her on the desk and gasped at the coolness of the shiny wood against her legs. He stepped in between her legs, capturing her lips as he wondered what she needed most. God.. what didn't she need would have been the better question. She needed him, all of him, any way she could get him. He nipped at her bottom lip and she hissed. His hands wound into her hair and she laughed huskily at the way he tugged on the strands. This is the Harper she wanted. "Miss me did you?" she asked him slyly as she glanced down at his obviously aroused state.

" As for what I want," she said with a grin, pulling him in by his shirt even as one hand was sliding beneath it to touch bare skin. "Everything," she said seriously. "I want everything. And I want it now," she told him as she licked along his lower lip slowly.

[Harper Reid]

Bayleigh offered him a husky laugh, even as she teased about just how much he must have been missing her, even as she glanced down, taking note of his obvious desire for her. She continued on with a sly grin, pulling him in by the shirt even as she slid her other hand under his shirt to get at his skin. She spoke then, murmuring that she wanted everything, even as he tongue traced the shape of his lower lip slowly. When she added on that she wanted it all now, how could he deny her? "You've fucking got it, Jacobs." He murmured, even as his teeth came down to nip at her shoulder and up toward her throat maddeningly.

Harper released his hold on her hair, choosing instead to let his hands settle at her hips. He tugged her to the edge of the desk, so that their bodies were pressed together so intimately as he caught her lips once more with his. For long moments their lips battled; a battle they could both win, he found, and Harper willingly let himself sink into a place where rational thought didn't matter anymore, as long as he could keep his hands and lips on his woman. Finally, after long moments he broke the kiss, his forehead pressed against hers as he gave her the chance to breath. Finally, after long moments he found the ability to speak coherently again. "Fuck, gorgeous....do you know I've been thinkin' about this since I saw you climb out of that cab?" Harper wondered idly, even as he wound her hair around his fingers. "Ever since I saw those shoes and that skirt, I've been thinkin' about putting you up on this desk like a naughty school girl." He whispered against her ear, secretly loving the way she shivered.

Teasingly, he unwound his hands from her hair to trail over her exposed flesh, teasing the swell of her breasts then back up over the center of her throat, pushing her head back gently so he could trail his lips over the soft, fragrant skin.

[Bayleigh Rae Jacobs]

Harper tugged her to the edge of the desk and belatedly she wondered if she should really be doing this in here. It was hard to think of that too deeply though when all that heat was pressed up against her and his mouth was practically fused to hers. Time stopped as their mouths waged a sweet war, attacking and retreating until it didn't matter who came out the victor because both sides were getting what they wanted.

When his forehead pressed against hers she took a deep and much needed breath and let out a breathy chuckle. After a moment he seemed to pull it together and told her that he had been thinking about this since she had gotten out of the cab. He twirled his fingers in her hair in a manner that made her heart jerk and she gave him a sly wink. "That was the idea, though I have to say the desk is inspired," she whispered as a shiver stole over her skin at his words.

His hands trailed through her hair then over her body, trailing across her breasts and making her shiver all over again. His hands trailed back upward sliding up her throat and pushing her head back so that his mouth could trail over her skin. She growled a little, low in her throat at that touch- how she had missed it. "Damn that feels so good," she breathed out as she speared fingers through his hair, holding him there even as she pressed her body against his, just needing him to be close. She slid one hand down and back beneath his shirt, tugging on it so that he would get the hint and get it off. She wanted skin.

[Harper Reid]

Bayleigh growled low in her throat, even as she slid her fingers into his hair and held him firmly where he was; with his lips pressed tight against her throat. She slid her hands up and under his shirt; tugging hard in a not-so-subtle hint that she wanted it off. That he could oblige. He impatiently tugged his shirt from his body, dropping it off to the side on the floor where it joined her sweater. In that instant he wasn't thinking about the fact that technically, this was Tommy's office, and his boss would be royally pissed if he knew just what, exactly, he was planning on doing to his virtual daughter in here.
With that thought in mind, Harper dropped his hands from their spot in her hair and at her throat respectively, to trail over her legs. Slowly, he slid his hands from hip down over her calf on the outside of her leg before sliding back up the inside, smirking slightly when she shivered slightly as his hands slid up past her argyle thigh-highs to trail over bare skin. He reached her center, but skipped over her still-covered core, sliding his other hand down over the inside of her thigh.

When he reached the top of her stockings, he slipped his hand back up, loving the silky feel of it under his calloused fingertips. He teased his fingertips back up toward her center, teasing over her super-tiny panties, even as he growled against her lips at just how tiny those panties actually were. "What color of sin are they today, gorgeous?" He wondered idly, his lips never really leaving her, even as he spoke. "You're so fucking hot, Bay.....fuck, the things you do to me." Harper murmured, even as he urged her to lift her hips slightly so he could remove said tiny underwear from her body.

"So...the last time we did this, my face was all busted up, and I didn't have the chance to do this, but this time I'm fine....and you're in trouble." He predicted with a slight chuckle, even as he nipped at her bottom lip teasingly. "So....are you trying for extra credit, little girl?" He couldn't help but tease, even as he reached behind him to slide the rolling desk chair into position behind him. Before she could get a word out edgewise, he settled himself into the chair and moved himself into position between her knees. "Let me have a look at my grade book now..." He teased further, even as he tugged her hips forward slightly and pressed gentle, teasing kisses up and down the inside of her legs. "Fuck, I love the way you taste, gorgeous." Harper murmured, teasing his lips up and down the inside of her legs, but studiously steering clear of where she wanted his lips most.

[Bayleigh Rae Jacobs]

She sighed happily when Harper stripped his shirt off, loving the feel of his bare skin beneath her fingertips. Just because she could she lightly raked her nails over his chest, grinning at his response. God she loved him, loved this.

His hands dropped to slide along her legs and she shivered as they moved upward, eventually trailing over the bare skin of her upper thighs. She'd worn this outfit on purpose, the mix of innocent and slut was a major visual feast for him, and she wanted to please him so badly. But his hand was being mean, not going where she so desperately wanted him to go and she pouted for a second when he teased her through the thin barrier of satin she had on.

He asked her what color of sin she had on this time and she only grinned and said, "Why don't you find out for yourself." He urged her up, sliding the brief crimson scrap from her body and tossing it somewhere in the vicinity of their other clothes. She shivered at the air on her bare skin, but it deepened when he explained to her that she was in trouble as he nipped at her lip.

She moaned softly, teasing him right back, her teeth catching his lip for just a moment before he broke away from her, pulling the chair to him and sitting down in between her knees. She gulped audibly as his mouth teased the flesh of her inner thighs, never coming close enough to where she needed him to be. He told her that he loved the way she tasted, but he wasn't tasting her.. not really.

"Fuck, Harper," she breathed out, trying to scoot her hips closer to where she wanted him to be. "Stop fucking teasing me. If you love the way I taste so much.. then get to it damn you," she cursed him. It had been too long. "I'll give you all the extra credit you need baby, just fucking give me what I want." She knew she was practically begging, but damn it she needed it so badly.

[Harper Reid]

Bayleigh shifted slightly, even as she was cursing him and all but begging him to quit teasing her She promised any extra credit he could dream up as long as he gave her what she wanted, and he could do nothing but comply. Or he would....eventually. For the moment though, he planned to relish in the sight of her like this; her gorgeous legs all but covered still. His hand shifted up so that his palm was pressed gently against her center; his finger tips pressed against the tiny little nub of flesh, smiling at the way she gasped. "You alright, gorgeous?" Harper wondered with a fresh grin at the way she shifted restlessly against his fingers. Indeed, it had been far too long since they'd been together like this.

He caught her eyes with his own, and for a moment no words were necessary. Never breaking that intimate contact, Harper flipped up her skirt and drew in her flavor. "Fuck, gorgeous." He murmured, unsure of just how long he could hold out before he just had to lose himself in her. He was sure in that moment that he'd never needed another person the way he needed her. Slowly he relished the flavor of her flesh, drawing the sighs and low moans from her like a virtuoso might play. There was nothing else just now, except them in this moment. "I love you, Jacobs." Harper murmured, even as he nipped his way down, then back up her thigh, knowing without needing to look that her eyes would have that sultry look in them; just a small part of the package with the woman he adored.

Harper chuckled against her flesh when, as he found her center once more her hands came down immediately to wind into his hair; a clear sign that he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. Rather than argue, he focused on the task at hand; making his woman all but mindless with pleasure.