OPEN POST; [ HERLOCK SHOLMES / TGAA ]

[retroductions]

(( hold you in my dreams ))

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[spelljam]

[ 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.

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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? ]