OPEN POST; [ HERLOCK SHOLMES / TGAA ]

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(( hold you in my dreams ))

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[spelljam]

[ in the end, she's so easy. "my wife," he says, and Sprezzatura flushes hard and vibrant, too. she holds her reddening face. ]

Let me kiss you, Herlock.

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[Cute. She's cute.

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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[ oh! crawls towards him on her knees until she's right before him. and then she crawls up. into his lap! ]

I missed your smell.

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[On her knees 😳🥺 girl

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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[ 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?

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[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.

Case in point:]

Not quite. The results were explosive!

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Herlock! Simply light matchstick if you miss me.

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A matchstick is hardly enough to capture every note of your essence, my dear. It had to be perfect.

[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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[ 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. ]

Is it perfect now?

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[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.]

Indescribably so!

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Well. Let's make best of it, hm?

[ turns her face for a kiss! ]

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[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.

(Mental note: keep track of time.)]

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[ a tense coil pronouncing her immense happiness. rather than tease him between the legs, she collapses into his kiss with her arms going around him and around his back, holding steadfastly at the spine. she doesn't smile, but that doesn't mean she isn't blissful. that her heart doesn't ache, that she doesn't feel the need to laugh (yet refusing to give in).

her breath fans over his mouth. she slips her tongue just enough to trace beneath his bottom lip and up just barely into his mouth... over his teeth... and a smooch to his top lip. ]

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[He missed that tongue of hers. It’s certainly more human-length than he remembers, but she still… tastes the same.

Hums contentedly into her mouth, his fingers flexing against the back of her neck. He darts his own tongue out to meet her lips. :) ]

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[ oh, the way her entire being thrills at that. she brings one hand back to touch his knuckles, rubbing there, finding that connection, and smiles into the kiss. her heart feels calmer than it has in months, yet it thumps beneath her breastbone. that is how it is. that is being in love with Herlock Sholmes.

exhales through her nose, warm breath. ]

Hm?

[ they can tongue kiss for a little while. yes, please. she'd like that. ]

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[And Sholmes is giddy, his mind whirring with every little sensation, wanting to recall the tickle of her skirts, the warmth of her mouth, the exact spot where her knuckles brush against his skin. Every single moment, he must commit it to memory — make room for it, shoving all else away to keep Sprezzatura always at the forefront.

So, they kiss for as long as she desires. Tongues nudging and entwining. He interrupts only to breathe, or to laugh.]

I missed you so dreadfully.

[It bears repeating.]

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[ a wizard builds her life on repetition. each and every looping verse cementing a thing that much more into reality.

her own mouth curves into another smile at his laughter. ]

Aren't I lucky?

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[Another laugh, bright and crinkling the corners of his eyes.]

I should only hope that I make you feel that way, knowing that I have much time to make up for. You must tell me all you've been up to while I've whiled my days away in this city with investigations and experimentations and doing all I could to keep the boredom at bay.

[He's always had issues with ennui, despite his demeanor — and while he would not ever ask for a repeat of Reverie's overall harrowing experience, nothing has ever been quite as exciting since.

Well, barring today.]

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I thought of you. I longed for you.

[ on his lap, she adjusts herself, to try and cradle herself even closer, one arm wrapped about his back. the solidity of the real. what did she do? nothing as important as being here now. ]

I made space for Minato... if he wished to visit me.

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[And he holds her, too, both arms around her, leaning forward to rest his chin on her person.]

Ohh? Has he?

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He is my boy. Of course he has.

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Ha, of course. I do miss the young lad and wonder how he’s doing — give him my regards the next he visits.

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[ thwaps him ] Visit yourself.

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[Ow! ...Fair.]

Aha— I'll plan a visit as soon as you return home. Though I only hope that isn't for a while yet.

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Not yet. But... my husbands and son beneath one roof... [ she leans in and lips at his earlobe, breath warm and humid. tempting him. ] I would be so happy woman.

Make me happy now, too. Herlock.