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finalflight2024-09-12 10:58 am
retroductions) wrote in finalflight2024-09-12 10:58 am
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I already know your body. I just want to see it again.
Very well. Then follow me, my dear.
[And he will lead her, then, into a part of the museum which exhibits a few rather violent, bloodied crimes of London's history. They pass what appears to be a back area—perhaps another exhibit—partitioned away via a thick curtain, but Sholmes seems to have no interest in lingering either here nor there. No, he goes straight towards his own exhibit, which displays a dimly-lit alleyway, a nondescript (waxwork) murdered body sprawled across the cobblestone, and the figure of Sholmes himself, who is crouched over and examining the scene with a magnifying glass.]
[And he will lead her, then, into a part of the museum which exhibits a few rather violent, bloodied crimes of London's history. They pass what appears to be a back area—perhaps another exhibit—partitioned away via a thick curtain, but Sholmes seems to have no interest in lingering either here nor there. No, he goes straight towards his own exhibit, which displays a dimly-lit alleyway, a nondescript (waxwork) murdered body sprawled across the cobblestone, and the figure of Sholmes himself, who is crouched over and examining the scene with a magnifying glass.]
And yet perhaps you are curious, at least, to the differences that the years have wrought upon it. Or not wrought upon it yet.
[Which is fair, because that's where his own mind would wander too. Lazily, he pulls back slightly and begins working at the buttons of waistcoat. Easy part first.]
[Which is fair, because that's where his own mind would wander too. Lazily, he pulls back slightly and begins working at the buttons of waistcoat. Easy part first.]
[ she leans towards him again. magnetized, and, yes, eager. curious. she has memorized every scar, the curves of muscle over bone, and definitely what lay between his thighs.
with each button that slips the buttonhole, she... feels her stomach clench. there's little as handsome as a man slowly undressing.
kneads her nightgown, the chaise cushions. like an animal. ]
with each button that slips the buttonhole, she... feels her stomach clench. there's little as handsome as a man slowly undressing.
kneads her nightgown, the chaise cushions. like an animal. ]
[It's flattering that she can look so eager while so drugged, and maybe that hastens Sholmes' touch, undoing the few buttons that keep his waistcoat snug against him. The garment loosens, and he tries to shrug it off with the same energy as a man whose arms were made of overcooked noodles. It certainly feels that way.]
You are so limp all over.
[ downward... glance... ]
Nearly all over.
[ downward... glance... ]
Nearly all over.
[He'd be self-conscious about that remark if they weren't well, well beyond that point. Instead, it just earns her a puffed out "ha!", and with one final grand effort, he manages to wiggle out of his waistcoat.
It falls behind him, crumpling, discarded.]
I've hardly smoked enough to override... all of my faculties.
[Is he referring to his arousal? His keen ability to... remove his clothing? Yes.]
It falls behind him, crumpling, discarded.]
I've hardly smoked enough to override... all of my faculties.
[Is he referring to his arousal? His keen ability to... remove his clothing? Yes.]
[ just like that, he seems nude to her already. a man without his waistcoat... she leans forward again, placing her mouth close enough to kiss at his jaw. which she does. pay no attention to how she fumbles on the cushions and nearly topples off, first. ]
You are so beautiful. [ kiss. kiss. nonsensical murmuring. kiss. kiss. her heart is going so sickeningly fast. ] Such good... clever... giving... man. I am so glad you do not throw me away. You believe me... Want me...
You are so beautiful. [ kiss. kiss. nonsensical murmuring. kiss. kiss. her heart is going so sickeningly fast. ] Such good... clever... giving... man. I am so glad you do not throw me away. You believe me... Want me...
[He will absolutely pay attention to how she nearly tumbles off first, thank you. Mostly in the way that he does his best to fling an arm out and around her to keep her steady - ultimately, it would have been too late, anyway, but it ends with him embracing her as she nears and kisses him. Murmuring pretty things to him all the while.]
Thrown you away...? [Because of how she looks, she must mean.] I'm no... no cad.
Thrown you away...? [Because of how she looks, she must mean.] I'm no... no cad.
[It does look like him; it's clear whoever has crafted his facial features put plenty of love and care into the task.
Sholmes proudly declares as she examines "him"-] As I recall, it took a few attempts. The poor woman nearly shattered my nose at least once or twice while in the courtroom.
[?? baffling statement]
But! Perhaps that's a testament to how unique this face is, hm? Captured only by a true craftsman, and nothing less.
[sure sholmes]
Sholmes proudly declares as she examines "him"-] As I recall, it took a few attempts. The poor woman nearly shattered my nose at least once or twice while in the courtroom.
[?? baffling statement]
But! Perhaps that's a testament to how unique this face is, hm? Captured only by a true craftsman, and nothing less.
[sure sholmes]
[ no. he's not. he never would have captured her interest if he were.
she clings to him, that embrace, while her body aches and hums blearily. he smells good. still. ]
Ohh.
[ how can she show her thanks? by shrugging the nightgown off her shoulders, surely. that's step one. all the fabric pools at her hips, but her skin is otherwise bared. beauty marks and heavy curves. ]
she clings to him, that embrace, while her body aches and hums blearily. he smells good. still. ]
Ohh.
[ how can she show her thanks? by shrugging the nightgown off her shoulders, surely. that's step one. all the fabric pools at her hips, but her skin is otherwise bared. beauty marks and heavy curves. ]
[More of her skin exposed, more curves and complexions and, yes, beauty marks to memorize. Funnily enough, his eyes take in the parts of her that were mostly covered: the hill of her shoulders, and a hand slides up to rove over that same curve.]
You're a pretty blue.
[What a dumb thing to say, and we will blame the opium for it.]
You're a pretty blue.
[What a dumb thing to say, and we will blame the opium for it.]
[ she pulls back and looks at him like this ]
Yes. [ kind of... softly. ] I think so, too.
Yes. [ kind of... softly. ] I think so, too.
[He thinks that must mean the compliment sticks, even if it is sincerely his observation.]
There’s more to you than just your… hue, clearly, but it makes for a striking first impression.
There’s more to you than just your… hue, clearly, but it makes for a striking first impression.
And... second.
[ she truly is so weak to him. even young, even apathetic, he can say this for her, feel this for her. she wants to cement it in his psyche: she is lovely, she is striking, she brings him only the best news of his future life. and there is more to her than meets the eye.
Sprezzatura struggles to her feet, grasping at his shoulder and the arm of the chaise. the nightgown falls. after a moment of fiddling, her drawers do, too. ]
[ she truly is so weak to him. even young, even apathetic, he can say this for her, feel this for her. she wants to cement it in his psyche: she is lovely, she is striking, she brings him only the best news of his future life. and there is more to her than meets the eye.
Sprezzatura struggles to her feet, grasping at his shoulder and the arm of the chaise. the nightgown falls. after a moment of fiddling, her drawers do, too. ]
[He is not as apathetic as he seems, and certainly not as unaffected as he'd like to be. But such thoughts are very far away, long tossed aside — he looks at her entire form, finally and freely. Barely any clothing to halt the imagination of how her naked body may appear, even if there was not much left to it at all.
One hand cannot help but hover beneath her forearm bracing herself against the chaise, as though she might topple over at any moment he should steady her if she does. But his eyes trail down between her legs, where he's left her wet and slightly swollen, filling in the mental details when he could only guess at them with what he could feel with his fingers and palm.
Sholmes swallows hard, blinking.]
And... third.
[Was he the one supposed to be undressing? He's forgotten about that.]
One hand cannot help but hover beneath her forearm bracing herself against the chaise, as though she might topple over at any moment he should steady her if she does. But his eyes trail down between her legs, where he's left her wet and slightly swollen, filling in the mental details when he could only guess at them with what he could feel with his fingers and palm.
Sholmes swallows hard, blinking.]
And... third.
[Was he the one supposed to be undressing? He's forgotten about that.]
[ no shyness, just wobble. dark, damp curls, violin hips, a soft belly. yes, he has made her wet. and yes, as she stands here nude while he regards her, still in dressed, she can feel the thump of desire between her legs. ]
Third?
Third?
[He doesn't know what he's saying at this point. Words are secondary to the vision that is her body — her flushed and wet arousal, yes, but also just... the rest of her.]
...Yes. However many more impressions you may give me for the rest of this day.
[And in the future, no doubt, several more. His hand at her shoulder travels down, no hesitation as it roves past the full curve of a breast and down farther, farther still. Beyond torso and the hitch of her hip and sinking down lower to cup her between her legs. Again.]
Enciting as they are... somehow, you've found yourself the one fully undressed, Ms Vaux.
...Yes. However many more impressions you may give me for the rest of this day.
[And in the future, no doubt, several more. His hand at her shoulder travels down, no hesitation as it roves past the full curve of a breast and down farther, farther still. Beyond torso and the hitch of her hip and sinking down lower to cup her between her legs. Again.]
Enciting as they are... somehow, you've found yourself the one fully undressed, Ms Vaux.
[ stretch marks, moles, claws, and all. when he cups her, she closes her eyes and sways a little. if he's paying closer attention, her heartbeat greets his fingertips. Sprezzatura just focuses on their warmth. ]
Mmh. [ eyes open again, now in mock surprise ] Have I?
Mmh. [ eyes open again, now in mock surprise ] Have I?
[The sharp edges of his usual awareness might be temporary dulled right now, but he’s still observant by default — as much as his senses will allow. And keyed in as he is to her, how can he not notice?
Her arousal pulses with her heart, just like his own. Straining and currently neglected. Still, easily ignored for now as he slides the long length of a finger through her folds.]
I think so. [Quirks a brow at her mock surprise.] However did that happen?
Her arousal pulses with her heart, just like his own. Straining and currently neglected. Still, easily ignored for now as he slides the long length of a finger through her folds.]
I think so. [Quirks a brow at her mock surprise.] However did that happen?
[ she feigns a naked curtsy, holding aloft invisible skirts. wobbles. those fingers of his... she would not mind humping them. who said that? ]
My mistake, sir.
My mistake, sir.
[Barks a laugh.]
Oh, no, it wasn't I who angered her. Nor was I at all the reason why there was a court hearing in the first place!
[Sort of. True. Maybe.]
No, as a witness, she was recalling the details of a rather sordid crime that had become relevant at the time. I suppose she wanted to take her work with her, all the same.
[because things are insane in ace attorney land]
Oh, no, it wasn't I who angered her. Nor was I at all the reason why there was a court hearing in the first place!
[Sort of. True. Maybe.]
No, as a witness, she was recalling the details of a rather sordid crime that had become relevant at the time. I suppose she wanted to take her work with her, all the same.
[because things are insane in ace attorney land]
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