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finalflight2024-09-12 10:58 am
retroductions) wrote in finalflight2024-09-12 10:58 am
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[Big smile!]
Naturally. We'll make a date of it with Ms Adler, but the rest of the time... It's just you and I, Sprezzatura. And Iris, too, of course.
Naturally. We'll make a date of it with Ms Adler, but the rest of the time... It's just you and I, Sprezzatura. And Iris, too, of course.
[As he reaches forward to unearth his trousers from his suitcase, the mention of a gift piques his interest. Of course it does — a detective is ever curious.]
Oh? Gifts? You spoil me; your presence is gift enough!
But... what sort of gifts?
Oh? Gifts? You spoil me; your presence is gift enough!
But... what sort of gifts?
[He might end up doing so, distracted as Sholmes is by the idea of gifts from another world. Interesting items that keep boredom at bay. Once again:]
Ohh?
[The excitement of a little kid being presented novel things, bright in his eyes, even if they're for Iris and not him.]
A cloak of... billowing? For dramatic effect?
Ohh?
[The excitement of a little kid being presented novel things, bright in his eyes, even if they're for Iris and not him.]
A cloak of... billowing? For dramatic effect?
[Guess he's just going to look stupid, standing here in a dress shirt and bloomers.]
Encouraging her to be more wily than she already can be? Sprezzatura, that's... wonderful! I may have to ask to borrow it if she lets me.
Ah, I can hardly wait for you to meet her. Iris will adore you, I am quite certain of that.
Encouraging her to be more wily than she already can be? Sprezzatura, that's... wonderful! I may have to ask to borrow it if she lets me.
Ah, I can hardly wait for you to meet her. Iris will adore you, I am quite certain of that.
But she's unlike any normal child, my love. She is incredibly clever—at times even more clever than I!—and very mature for her age. And she learns so quickly, she loves the sciences, she's an inventor—
[Proud dad vibes.]
And she has such a kind, patient heart. [She has to have so much patience to have Sholmes as a dad.] She's already been so excited to meet you, ever since I told her you'd be visiting our fine city.
[Proud dad vibes.]
And she has such a kind, patient heart. [She has to have so much patience to have Sholmes as a dad.] She's already been so excited to meet you, ever since I told her you'd be visiting our fine city.
[ he speaks with so much love for her that Sprezzatura's chest aches with it. oh, yes; a certifiable softie. what if Selcouth had loved her with this intensity? what if Eunoia had not reviled her intellect, but lauded it?
her voice seems very small inside her chest: ] This strange woman you met in prison? Forty-five day romance?
her voice seems very small inside her chest: ] This strange woman you met in prison? Forty-five day romance?
I only needed half that time!
[But he steps closer, leaning in, smiling.]
But yes; this strange, beautiful woman that I met in prison is one she’s eager to meet. The great detective Herlock Sholmes doesn’t fall in love with just anyone, you know! And that counts for something!
[And… goes in for the kiss!]
[But he steps closer, leaning in, smiling.]
But yes; this strange, beautiful woman that I met in prison is one she’s eager to meet. The great detective Herlock Sholmes doesn’t fall in love with just anyone, you know! And that counts for something!
[And… goes in for the kiss!]
[ she leans back just enough to deny the kiss at first, nip at his lips with teeth that are still slightly too sharp... then she melts forward, curls her fingers in his shirt. a real, true kiss... the taste and warmth of him.
it makes her moan into his mouth. ]
it makes her moan into his mouth. ]
[He well and truly thinks she'll continue to tease him, to lean away, which would mean he'd only have to give chase-!
But she meets him a moment later, a deep and welcome kiss, one that he melts into my leaning forward and cupping the side of her face with one hand.]
Mm! [A delighted noise into her mouth, too, coupled with a grin. He missed her, dearly, and it's as though the world has been reborn anew with her here again.]
But she meets him a moment later, a deep and welcome kiss, one that he melts into my leaning forward and cupping the side of her face with one hand.]
Mm! [A delighted noise into her mouth, too, coupled with a grin. He missed her, dearly, and it's as though the world has been reborn anew with her here again.]
[ oh? oh! here again her tail would flick about with joy. his sounds, his kiss! she turns her face somewhat forcefully into his cupping palm, and her hands still full of his blouse slide around to his back to pull him nearer. ]
Herlock. [ against his mouth ] How soon before Iris is home?
Herlock. [ against his mouth ] How soon before Iris is home?
[And nearer he leans, so much that he must prop a knee up against the cushion to keep his balance. Her kiss makes his heart dance within his chest, and tingling warmth rises up to tickle his skin.]
Mm? I’d say… forty minutes if she were to hasten, and an hour if the tea shop thoroughly distracts her along the way.
Why do you ask?
[A man can guess.]
Mm? I’d say… forty minutes if she were to hasten, and an hour if the tea shop thoroughly distracts her along the way.
Why do you ask?
[A man can guess.]
Do you now?
[Crass, but Sholmes has a way of making it sound airy anyway, jokingly-]
Bloomers on or off?
[Crass, but Sholmes has a way of making it sound airy anyway, jokingly-]
Bloomers on or off?
[And just like that: pantsless. Herlock Sholmes has more boldness (or less shame) to stand there with only his shirt on, unlike some other blond twinks.]
Oho! I take it that’s your answer then?
Oho! I take it that’s your answer then?
[ not looking down is the hardest thing she's ever done (not clickbait). but she can almost sense it, scent it, finds immense joy in the simplicity of stripping him down and how comfortable it feels. there is no guilt attached here.
she answers by sinking to her knees. eyes up, hands resting on her thighs. ]
Thirty-nine.
[ minutes! ]
she answers by sinking to her knees. eyes up, hands resting on her thighs. ]
Thirty-nine.
[ minutes! ]
[His eyes never leave her gaze, but there, watching her sink down to her knees— Ah, well, it makes him blush all the harder for it. Still a smile on his face, ever fond.]
A full eternity for those who know how to make the best of their time. Like us, is that not right, my love? My wife?
A full eternity for those who know how to make the best of their time. Like us, is that not right, my love? My wife?
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