[He barely manages to get his pants shuffled down to his thighs, before he can free up his arms to try to... wiggle out of his shirt as she undoes each button. Sorry. The wiggling is just inevitable and unavoidable, but moreso since he's going to have to try to get out of his sleeves once able to.]
I will, I'm going to...
[A strange hurried eagerness, bolstered by her words. Need this shirt... off... now.]
[ the instant it falls open, she's sliding her hands beneath the panels to feel at taut, smooth, young skin. all of his clumsiness compounded by her own. she doesn't mind the wiggling; she's wriggling, too. ]
[Her hands rove, leaving a sensorial trail of warmth, and it feels good… Not even the ridge of an old scar beneath her palms, collected from old cases, from this version of Sholmes. He has not yet experienced them.
With greatest effort, he frees his arms. Tosses his shirt aside with minimal effort, and it ends up hanging off the edge of the chaise.]
There—
[Triumphant. She can now adore his frame, which is lithe and young and familiar to what she may remember.]
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I will, I'm going to...
[A strange hurried eagerness, bolstered by her words. Need this shirt... off... now.]
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Da, da, da—
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With greatest effort, he frees his arms. Tosses his shirt aside with minimal effort, and it ends up hanging off the edge of the chaise.]
There—
[Triumphant. She can now adore his frame, which is lithe and young and familiar to what she may remember.]
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taut and lithe... young, yes. the frame beneath is the same. the appeal now, though—
hha. without pausing, she starts pushing at his trousers, and her claws leave pink trails at his hips. this is not bared! ]
Hurry and stuff me full, Herlock. Herlock—
[ she likes prompting his blush ]