[He is not as apathetic as he seems, and certainly not as unaffected as he'd like to be. But such thoughts are very far away, long tossed aside — he looks at her entire form, finally and freely. Barely any clothing to halt the imagination of how her naked body may appear, even if there was not much left to it at all.
One hand cannot help but hover beneath her forearm bracing herself against the chaise, as though she might topple over at any moment he should steady her if she does. But his eyes trail down between her legs, where he's left her wet and slightly swollen, filling in the mental details when he could only guess at them with what he could feel with his fingers and palm.
Sholmes swallows hard, blinking.]
And... third.
[Was he the one supposed to be undressing? He's forgotten about that.]
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One hand cannot help but hover beneath her forearm bracing herself against the chaise, as though she might topple over at any moment he should steady her if she does. But his eyes trail down between her legs, where he's left her wet and slightly swollen, filling in the mental details when he could only guess at them with what he could feel with his fingers and palm.
Sholmes swallows hard, blinking.]
And... third.
[Was he the one supposed to be undressing? He's forgotten about that.]