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finalflight2024-09-12 10:58 am
retroductions) wrote in finalflight2024-09-12 10:58 am
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[Reaches out and grabs at her arm to steady her. Via some miracle, Sholmes remains still standing.]
Steady on. I told you, hold onto me. It isn't the first time I've ever had to shuffle about... in a state like this, so trust me.
Steady on. I told you, hold onto me. It isn't the first time I've ever had to shuffle about... in a state like this, so trust me.
[ she is so, so wobbly. not even at her drunkest has she staggered like this. grasps at his rumpled shirt. her own body is as nude as the day she was born, with the nightgown and drawers tangling at her feet where she left them. ]
Habit-forming, hmm?
Habit-forming, hmm?
[Holds onto her firmly, and even more so as he eases her forward quite slowly, determined not to fall over himself... so that she might take a few steps to follow him, and carefully abandon her garments at her feet. Don't trip!]
Yes. Perilously so. A... pointed effort must be made to indulge in opium sparingly. But I thought today it was... needed.
Yes. Perilously so. A... pointed effort must be made to indulge in opium sparingly. But I thought today it was... needed.
[ slow going. slow, slow going. she feels like a child learning to walk for the first time again—her feet not wanting to listen to her mind. her long hair falls across her body and obscures it a little, as perhaps in a painting. ]
To soothe this fretful woman.
To soothe this fretful woman.
[She's quite beautiful, he thinks. Perhaps paradoxically contrasted against how she feels.
Steadily, steadily... draws her close enough to lean against him if she must.]
I benefited from it, as well.
[He doesn't mean the sex.]
Steadily, steadily... draws her close enough to lean against him if she must.]
I benefited from it, as well.
[He doesn't mean the sex.]
[ she must. she will.
...Mmh. [ he had seemed moments away from a pure meltdown, that's right. already it feels so far from them. ] Feel better?
...Mmh. [ he had seemed moments away from a pure meltdown, that's right. already it feels so far from them. ] Feel better?
[He actually chuckles a little at that.]
Oh… yes. I think so.
[And that time, he does mean the sex helped with that.
Slowly, slowly… to his room. Will she make it there okay if she leans on him?]
Oh… yes. I think so.
[And that time, he does mean the sex helped with that.
Slowly, slowly… to his room. Will she make it there okay if she leans on him?]
[ at an unsteady, slowing beat. she staggers towards the bed and crawls onto it, regardless of its state. ]
Ahhtch. We forget our pipes—...
Ahhtch. We forget our pipes—...
[The state of it is unmade and scattered with papers. And, as he crawls onto the bed next to her (it’s barely big enough for two)-]
I keep one in the bedroom— Somewhere…
[Fusses around, feeling in the sheets. He was last smoking in bed, he thinks, so it must be here somewhere.
His room, by the way, is a mess. Like a storm blew through with even less care than the usual.]
I keep one in the bedroom— Somewhere…
[Fusses around, feeling in the sheets. He was last smoking in bed, he thinks, so it must be here somewhere.
His room, by the way, is a mess. Like a storm blew through with even less care than the usual.]
[ returning to his room is no more offensive to her than the first, though she finds herself vaguely surprised at its differences; she herself having forgotten what it looked like when she sat here not three hours earlier. the bed crinkles beneath her as she shifts to make space.
he's so warm, still. smelling pleasant and faintly of the soothing drug. she wants... to kiss him, still. unsated her. ]
Here...
[ she says, and reaches for his face in both her hands so she can pull him into a clumsy kiss. ]
he's so warm, still. smelling pleasant and faintly of the soothing drug. she wants... to kiss him, still. unsated her. ]
Here...
[ she says, and reaches for his face in both her hands so she can pull him into a clumsy kiss. ]
He is.
[He stands beside her, looking down at the figure emerging from the grave, then over his shoulder at the figure of a young Mr Drebber and his lamp.]
All but recently, however, was that figure was a critical piece of evidence that unraveled a wider, insidious conspiracy. Only recently has he returned to his “proper” location, mask locked once more, though it appears the proprietor has not yet reopened the exhibit to the public yet.
[Mmm. What should he say about this? This was such an ugly array of truths that was like poison bramble to untangle, and with it said and done, maybe she doesn’t need to know. It would be easier to not burden her with this old shadow.
But ultimately, this does eventually connect back to Iris, and Sholmes feels as though… she should know. If she is so committed to earning Iris’ love (it is already earned), it’s unfair to obscure the truth from her.]
The truth is, though this display shows no bloodied bodies, it was a messy affair all around. And a… personal one, at least in how, if you follow its long and dreadful thread, it connects indelibly to dear Iris.
[He stands beside her, looking down at the figure emerging from the grave, then over his shoulder at the figure of a young Mr Drebber and his lamp.]
All but recently, however, was that figure was a critical piece of evidence that unraveled a wider, insidious conspiracy. Only recently has he returned to his “proper” location, mask locked once more, though it appears the proprietor has not yet reopened the exhibit to the public yet.
[Mmm. What should he say about this? This was such an ugly array of truths that was like poison bramble to untangle, and with it said and done, maybe she doesn’t need to know. It would be easier to not burden her with this old shadow.
But ultimately, this does eventually connect back to Iris, and Sholmes feels as though… she should know. If she is so committed to earning Iris’ love (it is already earned), it’s unfair to obscure the truth from her.]
The truth is, though this display shows no bloodied bodies, it was a messy affair all around. And a… personal one, at least in how, if you follow its long and dreadful thread, it connects indelibly to dear Iris.
[He thinks his fingers have found the shape of it, a long slender pipe hidden somewhere beneath the sheets right next to his knee, but he hasn't time to unearth it from its hiding place before she's cupping him by his face and pulling him into a kiss.
It's a clumsy kiss, yes, but he melts into it with ease, even if he nearly misses the mark. It's nice; kissing her is nice. She isn't done with him, it would seem. Oh, no... she isn't done. He remembers, even though she said as much minutes before... she never finished, did she?]
It's a clumsy kiss, yes, but he melts into it with ease, even if he nearly misses the mark. It's nice; kissing her is nice. She isn't done with him, it would seem. Oh, no... she isn't done. He remembers, even though she said as much minutes before... she never finished, did she?]
[ no, she didn't. and the simmer has cooled enough now that she is left only with a drying tackiness between her legs and that ambient desire to kiss. pillow soft lips nudge at his mouth, off-aimed though she was, to play with his bottom lip. kiss her. hold her.
but let's not let slide the fact that he keeps his pipe in his bed??? that is a bridge too far, even for her! ]
Mmh...
[ trying to slide some tongue into his mouth. and a little more. and a little more than that... ]
but let's not let slide the fact that he keeps his pipe in his bed??? that is a bridge too far, even for her! ]
Mmh...
[ trying to slide some tongue into his mouth. and a little more. and a little more than that... ]
[Listen he doesn't keep a pipe in his bed. He just left it there, in true ADHD fashion.
But goodness, her tongue. Has it always been so long? She nudges in with ease, and slides his own beneath hers, but then it keeps going, and a little more-
Hands settled at her hips, he gently pulls away, lips still sealed around her tongue if only to curiously test the length of it.]
But goodness, her tongue. Has it always been so long? She nudges in with ease, and slides his own beneath hers, but then it keeps going, and a little more-
Hands settled at her hips, he gently pulls away, lips still sealed around her tongue if only to curiously test the length of it.]
[ long. ]
Mmh.
[ she wasn't done. tugs him back in by the cheeks. ]
Mmh.
[ she wasn't done. tugs him back in by the cheeks. ]
[Long tongue 😳]
Mmm?
[A sound of surprise more than anything else. He is easily brought back in, and the kiss deepens again, fingers flexing at her sides.]
Mmm?
[A sound of surprise more than anything else. He is easily brought back in, and the kiss deepens again, fingers flexing at her sides.]
[ what she wants is the press of his lips against hers. his breath on her skin. his tongue slick and soft every time she moves her own along it. feels wet and warm. like that.
his hands, though? she clumsily urges one of them higher. hold her breast: feel her heart ]
his hands, though? she clumsily urges one of them higher. hold her breast: feel her heart ]
[With that much tongue, and with the kiss sealed again, she can easily feel as much of his as she likes. He does not resist her, despite his initial surprise, and the kiss is still a bit clumsy, but all the more warm and eager to make up for it.
His hand rises, thoughtlessly, as she guides it. Almost impossible to not brush against her breast, and he immediately cups it to feel how soft and pliable she is. Sholmes kneads, softly.]
His hand rises, thoughtlessly, as she guides it. Almost impossible to not brush against her breast, and he immediately cups it to feel how soft and pliable she is. Sholmes kneads, softly.]
[ a ribbon of pleasure wending through her breast and down her back. like warm water. she shivers. it's wonderful... a feeling like this makes her whole body melt.
she could... stay like this... ]
Oh, keep doing that. [ murmuring into the join of their mouths ] It is perfect.
[ her hands are still on his cheeks ]
she could... stay like this... ]
Oh, keep doing that. [ murmuring into the join of their mouths ] It is perfect.
[ her hands are still on his cheeks ]
[And so he does. In fact, he brings up his other hand to offer the same attentions to her other breast, too, and soon enough he has handfuls of her, kneading and massaging and squeezing.
Wiggles a little in her grasp. In between messy kisses-]
Tell me what else you like, my dear.
Wiggles a little in her grasp. In between messy kisses-]
Tell me what else you like, my dear.
[ perfect. perfect. strung between the kissing and the kneading and the drugs, she could practically puddle. she can feel each of his fingers, the warm cupping of his palms, the give of fat when he squeezes and rolls them in his hands. so hard to open her eyes. they fall heavy-lashed even when she tries. ]
Besides this...?
Besides this...?
[That feeling of utter calmness, contrasted with the heat in his chest (and other areas.) That has been the epitome of this encounter, in many ways.
Against her mouth-]
Yes. Everything.
Against her mouth-]
Yes. Everything.
Ohh... [ should be an easy thing, to confess all her likes and wants to him. he is her husband, esoterically. and he wants to know—wants to know so he can please her—and he will know it all again once he's older. yet it feels silly to give an itemized list. ] What do you think from so far?
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