#unbutton meme

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While it wasn't raining today, a rare feat, the wind was quite biting. In lieu of that, Jim had wrapped himself in a zip-up hoodie, the warm cotton material staving off the cold.

Sebastian, it seemed, was displeased by his choice of wardrobe.

Large, warm hands wrapped themselves around Jim's waist, slipping under his hoodie and splaying across his back. When the position proved difficult, Sebastian moved to unzip the hoodie, pulling it away so that he could hug Jim more easily.

Naturally, Jim leant into Sebastian when his protection from the cold fell away, laughing lightly, "Just because you're a space heater doesn't mean the rest of us are, Seb. But if you're going to keep me warm I'm not complaining."

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Jim was ever amused by how forward the little mouse had been getting as of late. He watched from slitted open eyes as she crawled forward to trace her fingers over the fabric of his shirt, trailing up to the top. His tie already lay discarded on the couch.

When her fingers loosed the collar button, Jim chuckled softly, "Is my suit particularly displeasing, love?"

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Even though he rarely got his hands dirty during business, Jim had a ritual of washing them whenever he came home. Odd, perhaps, but he didn't think twice of the action now.

As he hummed to himself, rinsing his hands in the sink, another pair of hands came around his middle, undoing his buttons from the bottom up.

        "That's quite a skill to have, darling. Can you do that without even looking?"

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When Jim was in a more relaxed state of mind, he had a tendency to sprawl outwards.  Eyes closd, head leaning back against the top of the couch, arms to either side of his head, and his legs splayed on the floor, Jim looked far from the mechanical mask he kept up for work.

The sensation of fingers ghosting over the buttons of his shirt, freeing them from the fabric, drew Jim's attention back to the world of the living. Sitting up slowly, he chuckled, "If you wanted me to strip, Tiger, all you had to do was ask."