OPEN POST; [ HERLOCK SHOLMES / TGAA ]

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(( hold you in my dreams ))

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[Oh, that sounds like a challenge. And Herlock Sholmes rises to every challenge with unmatched vim and vigor...!

Except now, in which he tries to lazily straighten to put just a few inches of space between them. This has the pleasurable side effect of slowly rutting against her as he adjusts, and he tilts his head, scanning her face, a flicker of the look he often wears when presented with a new mystery.

Cheeks still impossibly red, he still manages to say with a little bit of his teenage sass, though tinged with a fleck of humor-]

Is this not a ploy to get me to touch you all over, dear girl?

[velluminous]

[ oya? somehow she manages to look arch ]

I would simply order you to touch me all once. I want you to deduce without touching first.

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[Order? Now that's an interesting verbiage.]

You wish for me to deduce in this state... while depriving me of the main way of intuiting your erogenous zones.

[Well, she doesn't want to make it easy for him, does she. Still...]

Let me see both of your hands, Ms Sapione, if you'll allow at least that much.

[He is already trying to take them in his own.]

[velluminous]

I do.

[ the thing is, she loves to watch him work, so there won't be any actually denying of his trade. she holds both hands up, palm up, to him, feeling the steady throb in between her legs work up through her body and all the way to the tips of each finger. ]

Like so?

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[He runs his thumbs over her palms, but… then turns them over. To look at her fingers and also her nails.]

Someone worries often.

[Look at that little divot.]

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[ a permanent etching in the nail. proof of a troubled mind. ]

Well.

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[Yes, and a perpetual one, too.]

Well. I’ve already an inking as to your… inclinations. Perhaps that might prove as a starting point towards unraveling you, thread by thread.

[Or maybe not. He’s so high. But he can try.]

[velluminous]

Hahaha! Oh... Unravel me, yes. I have been so naughty girl.

[ SHE IS ALSO. SO VERY HIGH. ]

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[This deduction might not go QUITE AS WELL AS EITHER WILL HOPE, then, but at least they'll have fun doing it.]

A woman who worries so frequently as to... bite into her nail to leave such a divot? Factors of both anxiety and stress must remain a constant in her life.

[Again, that empathy shows in little fragments, and he massages the top of her palm with a thumb again.]

Have I started on the right path?

[velluminous]

[ slowly, her smile fading, ] Da. You cannot look at me and not think there must be hardships.

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You're right. I see it in other traits of yours, as well.

[Mm, but this is not perhaps the light-hearted deduction she wanted, and Sholmes adjusts his mental route... with some owlish effort. Where's his pipe...? Oh, he lost it ages ago. (like 2 minutes ago)]

I can draw two abductive conclusions from your nails, Ms Sapione - one, that a troubled mind seeks the opposite in its fantasizing, and this may be reflected in the bedroom as well. You prefer to control, a notion that you must feel you lack otherwise in the day-to-day. To be the one to command or... the one guiding the other. As you are now. No?

[He'll get to item #2 if his mind can hold onto it long enough. 50-50 chance of that happening.]

[velluminous]

[ ahh, he did notice that wording. she's quiet, gazing down at their joined hands, and thoughtful. mired down in the drug. ]

Yes. I like to make men do as I wish.

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[Verified, and not at all that surprising. One of those pieces of evidence was given to him in this one interaction.]

Indeed, though, that says nothing about where you might like to be touched while issuing orders to your partners.

[So! He managed to remember-]

So, the next item at hand; a second mode of fantasy to escape the harrowing trials of life, the very idea that you are all things paramount. Everything else is trivial, and your partner is there to prove it. Adulating every part of you, but the pecularities especially that make you unique, perhaps, compared to some?

[Ohh this is a lot of words for a man so high out of his mind, but he continues.]

You've already mentioned your horns and tail. What else, then, might catch my interest on account of being novel? Maybe... [Reaches up to trace his fingers over the line of one of her long ears.] Here? Or gentle attention and kisses shown... here.

[Moves aside that same hand to brush fingertips over the beauty mark peeking out from beneath her nightgown.]

Or even lower, for you're very... [Face warming again.] ...well-endowed. Though I needn't an observant gaze for that.

[velluminous]

[ to be known, even by a him that is as a stranger. she does find comfort in that. her ears; she shivers, and her beauty mark...

deep breath. her bosom rises. he touches so briefly, nearly chastely, but the tingle of his fingertips lingers behind. ]

Yes. I like those teases.

[ she takes his wrist and guides him ghosting over the swell of one breast through her nightgown, his coat. only the barest brush to hint at the soft and the squish underneath. then she sets his hand aside.

she wants him so badly that her body shakes. again. ]

You are clever. What else?

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[Okay that's nice but DERAILED BY ALMOST-BOOB TOUCH]

E-er. What else...?

[velluminous]

Da. [ with a smile she hasn't hidden as well as she thinks she has. ] What else do I like?

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[Another deduction… he can manage that much, can’t he? He can…

He drifts his hands to her (his) coat, drawing it away, to better view her nightgown beneath.]

You like… wearing less, surely.

[velluminous]

[ she feels suddenly very naked. beneath gauzy fabric, the peaks of her breasts, the peek of her mole. he can see into the crease of her cleavage at his elevated position in her lap.

it has become difficult to breathe. yet no shame presents itself; she loves him. every him. ]

Do you want me to?

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[He won’t hide the way his gaze traces down the full curve of her cleavage, and she has quite a bit to display. His flushed and somewhat flustered state may be sincere, especially expecting outside of the bulwark of deduction, but Sholmes is rarely ever ashamed. And he isn’t now.]

I would like to examine you more closely.

[velluminous]

[ oh, yes, Sholmes and her bosom. she takes a deep breath, which lifts the fat and that deep shadow in between, and catches his chin by the claws of her hand. lifts it. ]

First... [ as she seals her mouth to his throat: ] Come closer...

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[Oh. Angled like that, she might see— no, feel how his throat bobs as he swallows down what feels like his heart.]

Am I not already sitting so intimately close?

[And yet there he goes, tilting himself in even more, shifting his hips forward, too, to find a half-centimeter more closeness.]

[velluminous]

[ warm iron aching and straining into her belly. she loves that feeling; finds it incongruently soothing. so long long as the body desires her, things are not so amiss.

her hands snake about to his backside, which she palms once to feel the tightness of his trousers stretching over each cheek. ]

Mmmh. [ suction and pressure at his pulse. pop! and release. ] Even closer than that.

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[Every movement of hers is torture, every millimeter of friction turning him molten. Enough that he feels he might really melt against her and becoming nothing short of useless, and the only thing keeping him upright is his desire.

Makes a low yet keening noise as she sucks and releases. Her hands at his backside should be delighted, for the material pulls tight when he frames his thighs around her middle like this.]

Any more and we might merge into one.

[velluminous]

[ delighted they are. she palms him there a few times, utterly without shyness, and noses up beneath his jaw. huffed laugh. ]

Is that not what good husbands and wives do?

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[RED-FACED AGAIN, heart jumping wildly in his chest.]

I... I suppose...