[She'll find it is exceptionally easy to lay him down, because he is already given to being a useless blob right now, anyway; only curiosity and growing lust motivates Sholmes at this point, and neither are getting in the way of him being rearranged by her so intimately.
So, laying flat against his back, with her above. Like this, his blood really does feel like it's rushed straight to his head. He blinks up at her, swallowing.]
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So, laying flat against his back, with her above. Like this, his blood really does feel like it's rushed straight to his head. He blinks up at her, swallowing.]
And now...?