[ from the front, the soft damp curls and the cling of her folds welcoming him. Sprezzatura's weight drops into his palm; she rolls her hips like that. together at once, that twisting ache in her breast and Sholmes' gentle fingering—she exhales like she's never exhaled before. stuttering, nearly whimpering.
nails in the upholstery: pop... pop... pop!
it just comes out: ] Mmmh—yes. Yes. Herlock. I love you so much.
[ she pushes her knee snug between his legs. the heat of his groin on her still-clothed thigh. ]
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nails in the upholstery: pop... pop... pop!
it just comes out: ] Mmmh—yes. Yes. Herlock. I love you so much.
[ she pushes her knee snug between his legs. the heat of his groin on her still-clothed thigh. ]