[And Sholmes is giddy, his mind whirring with every little sensation, wanting to recall the tickle of her skirts, the warmth of her mouth, the exact spot where her knuckles brush against his skin. Every single moment, he must commit it to memory — make room for it, shoving all else away to keep Sprezzatura always at the forefront.
So, they kiss for as long as she desires. Tongues nudging and entwining. He interrupts only to breathe, or to laugh.]
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So, they kiss for as long as she desires. Tongues nudging and entwining. He interrupts only to breathe, or to laugh.]
I missed you so dreadfully.
[It bears repeating.]