But she's unlike any normal child, my love. She is incredibly clever—at times even more clever than I!—and very mature for her age. And she learns so quickly, she loves the sciences, she's an inventor—
[Proud dad vibes.]
And she has such a kind, patient heart. [She has to have so much patience to have Sholmes as a dad.] She's already been so excited to meet you, ever since I told her you'd be visiting our fine city.
[ he speaks with so much love for her that Sprezzatura's chest aches with it. oh, yes; a certifiable softie. what if Selcouth had loved her with this intensity? what if Eunoia had not reviled her intellect, but lauded it?
her voice seems very small inside her chest: ] This strange woman you met in prison? Forty-five day romance?
But yes; this strange, beautiful woman that I met in prison is one she’s eager to meet. The great detective Herlock Sholmes doesn’t fall in love with just anyone, you know! And that counts for something!
[ she leans back just enough to deny the kiss at first, nip at his lips with teeth that are still slightly too sharp... then she melts forward, curls her fingers in his shirt. a real, true kiss... the taste and warmth of him.
[He well and truly thinks she'll continue to tease him, to lean away, which would mean he'd only have to give chase-!
But she meets him a moment later, a deep and welcome kiss, one that he melts into my leaning forward and cupping the side of her face with one hand.]
Mm! [A delighted noise into her mouth, too, coupled with a grin. He missed her, dearly, and it's as though the world has been reborn anew with her here again.]
[ oh? oh! here again her tail would flick about with joy. his sounds, his kiss! she turns her face somewhat forcefully into his cupping palm, and her hands still full of his blouse slide around to his back to pull him nearer. ]
Herlock. [ against his mouth ] How soon before Iris is home?
[And nearer he leans, so much that he must prop a knee up against the cushion to keep his balance. Her kiss makes his heart dance within his chest, and tingling warmth rises up to tickle his skin.]
Mm? I’d say… forty minutes if she were to hasten, and an hour if the tea shop thoroughly distracts her along the way.
[And just like that: pantsless. Herlock Sholmes has more boldness (or less shame) to stand there with only his shirt on, unlike some other blond twinks.]
[ not looking down is the hardest thing she's ever done (not clickbait). but she can almost sense it, scent it, finds immense joy in the simplicity of stripping him down and how comfortable it feels. there is no guilt attached here.
she answers by sinking to her knees. eyes up, hands resting on her thighs. ]
[His eyes never leave her gaze, but there, watching her sink down to her knees— Ah, well, it makes him blush all the harder for it. Still a smile on his face, ever fond.]
A full eternity for those who know how to make the best of their time. Like us, is that not right, my love? My wife?
Up into his lap she goes, and he situates so they can both be comfortable, arms wrapping around her almost immediately. He toes off his little old lady shoes and also the bloomers which had bunch up over his ankles in the meanwhile.]
And I missed yours. [Yes, the tiefling sulfuric smell.] I tried to recreate it once, you know, in my lab. I fancied myself a perfumer for a time!
[His "lab" is somewhere in the mess that is his half of the living area.]
[ even Sholmes' nude lower half is shielded from view by voluminous skirts. she lays her head on his shoulder, and oh, there's pleasure in being able to do so. can't gore him on her horns like this. can't hold him with her tail either, though. ]
Most people are not enjoying this stink. [ there's a stress to her words: this stink, like she doesn't believe them. and she doesn't. she thinks it's perfectly serviceable. and it... pierces her heart to think he tried to emulate it in her absence. ] Did it work?
[Tucked in close, the soft flare of her skirts is a comfort in its own way. He waves away two notions with his hand: the idea of her scent "stinking", and the idea of his success at perfuming.
[ entire face splitting in an enamoured smile, soft and toothful. she lets one hand drift to her knee, then slip... gently to one side, into the dip between their bodies where she sits on his lap. just a brush, seeking him out. ]
[Given the way that makes her skirts rustle when she slips the warmth of her hand in and closer, the gesture is actually ticklish. Sholmes smiles wide, too, from both sensation and idea. She might feel it.]
[And Sholmes lifts his head up—his hands, too, to lace behind her neck—and pulls her into that requested kiss. This one is long and deep and partnered with the curve of his smile which just won’t seem to go away. He breathes in that blessed scent of her; enjoys the press of her body, always so warm. He imagines what her tail might look like right, coiled in presumed pleasure.
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[Proud dad vibes.]
And she has such a kind, patient heart. [She has to have so much patience to have Sholmes as a dad.] She's already been so excited to meet you, ever since I told her you'd be visiting our fine city.
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her voice seems very small inside her chest: ] This strange woman you met in prison? Forty-five day romance?
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[But he steps closer, leaning in, smiling.]
But yes; this strange, beautiful woman that I met in prison is one she’s eager to meet. The great detective Herlock Sholmes doesn’t fall in love with just anyone, you know! And that counts for something!
[And… goes in for the kiss!]
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it makes her moan into his mouth. ]
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But she meets him a moment later, a deep and welcome kiss, one that he melts into my leaning forward and cupping the side of her face with one hand.]
Mm! [A delighted noise into her mouth, too, coupled with a grin. He missed her, dearly, and it's as though the world has been reborn anew with her here again.]
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Herlock. [ against his mouth ] How soon before Iris is home?
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Mm? I’d say… forty minutes if she were to hasten, and an hour if the tea shop thoroughly distracts her along the way.
Why do you ask?
[A man can guess.]
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I want to kiss for forty minutes.
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[Crass, but Sholmes has a way of making it sound airy anyway, jokingly-]
Bloomers on or off?
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Hmm.
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Oho! I take it that’s your answer then?
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she answers by sinking to her knees. eyes up, hands resting on her thighs. ]
Thirty-nine.
[ minutes! ]
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A full eternity for those who know how to make the best of their time. Like us, is that not right, my love? My wife?
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Let me kiss you, Herlock.
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Sholmes... flops down on the chaise, next to his suitcase. He extends his arms towards her. Come here!]
All yours. Come closer!
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I missed your smell.
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Up into his lap she goes, and he situates so they can both be comfortable, arms wrapping around her almost immediately. He toes off his little old lady shoes and also the bloomers which had bunch up over his ankles in the meanwhile.]
And I missed yours. [Yes, the tiefling sulfuric smell.] I tried to recreate it once, you know, in my lab. I fancied myself a perfumer for a time!
[His "lab" is somewhere in the mess that is his half of the living area.]
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Most people are not enjoying this stink. [ there's a stress to her words: this stink, like she doesn't believe them. and she doesn't. she thinks it's perfectly serviceable. and it... pierces her heart to think he tried to emulate it in her absence. ] Did it work?
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Case in point:]
Not quite. The results were explosive!
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[In this case, perfection was almost singeing his eyebrows off, but!]
But I suppose there's no need now. [Leans his face forward, buried in her.] Not when you're right here.
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Is it perfect now?
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Indescribably so!
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[ turns her face for a kiss! ]
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(Mental note: keep track of time.)]
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1/3 did i renew my paid just for this tag combo
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who would do such a thing
i love him
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real tag
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WHERE DID MY NOTIF GO
SADCAT
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