OPEN POST; [ HERLOCK SHOLMES / TGAA ]

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(( hold you in my dreams ))

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[spelljam]

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.

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[It doesn't take much to tempt him. He's always been a man given to indulging himself, and they've both been deprived of each other for so long.]

My dearest, anything and all for you.

[He is still counting the minutes in his head, after all.

Her neck is there, to be kissed. And so he lowers his face and turns his head to kiss it, trailing up to her jawline.]

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[ her pulse, thrilling steadily beneath his lips. a slight tang of salt—her eagerness disguised but not perfectly hidden. purrs, softly. ]

Mhh. This will not be long enough.

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[Trailing tiny kisses up and up… it’s his turn to nip at her ear lobe.]

Then best hurry!

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We are going to rush...?

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Unless you'd like Iris to walk in on us in a most compromising position!

[girl he's not even wearing pants right now]

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[ under no circumstances does she want that. it would ruin all hope of a positive first meeting. but, also.

she has been away from him for so long. ]

You will not show me your room, Herlock?

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[For all of Sholmes' cavalier attitude, he... also would not want that, no.]

Right now?

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Does your daughter enter your room unannounced when its door is closed?

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Absolutely not! She has more manners than I do.

[At least he is self-aware.

Well, with that, he stands. His arms are still around her, though, so she gets scooped up accordingly.]

Then come, my love. You're well overdue for seeing the inside of my room.

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[ a scoop! that makes her smile. this is where her tail would wend about his waist to hold her steady, but without, she simply leans into him and bears the feeling of being not completely moored. ]

Hmmm... inside of your room, or something else of yours?

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[Oho, what a lewd woman. Just as he remembers her.]

And what precisely would that "something else" be?

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Hmmm.

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Hmm? I’m curious.

[Off to his room — a small corridor lined with a couple of doorways, one which is already ajar. Sholmes, of course, heads towards that one while he carries her.]

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Well. It is harder for man to show his insides than it is for woman.

[ not a very comely thing to say, but then she's kicking her feet gently back and forth and turning her attention towards the open doorway. she is curious. she does want to know. this home feels more like a home to her than her own did, at the end. what does Sholmes' most private room look like? ]

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[It's a fuckin mess.

Well, perhaps no more so than out in the living room. And by merit of having less things to clutter, there's technically less clutter, but it is of course a smaller space, and therefore maybe it seems just as disorderly as what she's already viewed.

I'm taking lots of cues from the Granada show because I'm not creative but: there is a small unmade bed with items askew atop it, newspapers stacked in the corner, and framed ink-sketched drawings hanging on the wall. A window that affords the view of Baker Street below, curtains half-drawn. A nightstand beside that.

And across the room, dressers and drawers, and tucked away next to all that, something which might serve as a vanity table, for all the makeup and wigs and whatnots spread across its surface, too.]

Not medically!

[...Probably not the sexiest retort as he steps into his room, pausing as though to figure out where to set her down.]

Here we are then. Where sleep evades me!

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[ ahh. she loves it.

it feels at once so familiar and yet completely new: there! his interests. there! and there! a wizard at heart. truly, she could not have loved someone more akin to her own heart.

cranes her head, eyes on the bed and its invitingly rumpled covers. ]

It is... so you.

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Quite so, everything in its proper place.

[According to his own mental filing system, which is just a mess. But Sprezzatura would understand, wouldn't she?

Hm, seems like the rumpled covers is where she's going to have to be lain down for now. Sholmes crosses to his bed and gently sets her where there are more sheets than papers. She is more than free to move things aside, though.

After that, it's time to go back to the door, closing it and locking it.]

And now, even more so, if you'd allow me to be so bold.

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[ pretending an interest in one of the papers, while really ogling his legs and backside peeking out beneath his shirttails. ]

I would.

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[A view that's unduly cut short, because it doesn't take long for him to turn around and return to her. He presses a knee to the mattress, leaning in, smiling and ignoring the fact that the movement makes a few newspapers slide off and land onto the floor.]

Now, where to begin? I think you may be overdressed, my love.

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[ well, the view of him coming is just as nice as him going. she gets to look at his lovely face, and that smile, and those eyes.

by the time he knees the mattress, her heart is rattling in her chest, and she has to work to keep a neutral face. ]

Hm? I am spending so much time picking this dress out for you, too.