[Don't think about it. Do not doubt that Sholmes' brain is ticking down the seconds in the backdrop so she doesn't have to. Were it any less important, he'd not bother, of course — but the very notion of Iris dropping in on them unexpected, whilst in the middle of things that a young girl should not see, door locked or otherwise, is something that should be avoided at all costs.
But they've time. Time enough to indulge for a long enough to sate them both, ideally, and most especially if she requests for him to up the pace.]
Impatient, my darling?
[Eager? Enthused? Yes to all, at least on his part, and he moves faster. The outstroke shorter than the instroke, because he wants to be sure to push in deep until he's sure they can both feel the degree in which they try to melt into each other.]
Ah... ha...
[And with such momentum that his (already mussed) hair falls in little strands across his forehead, beyond salvation.]
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But they've time. Time enough to indulge for a long enough to sate them both, ideally, and most especially if she requests for him to up the pace.]
Impatient, my darling?
[Eager? Enthused? Yes to all, at least on his part, and he moves faster. The outstroke shorter than the instroke, because he wants to be sure to push in deep until he's sure they can both feel the degree in which they try to melt into each other.]
Ah... ha...
[And with such momentum that his (already mussed) hair falls in little strands across his forehead, beyond salvation.]