OPEN POST; [ HERLOCK SHOLMES / TGAA ]

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(( hold you in my dreams ))

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[ even if he had, she couldn't find it in herself to be upset by this. there is true joy in seeing one of his disguises come to life precisely as he had always imagined her, and Sprezzatura thrills on that. when he comes over to lay atop her in an embrace, she pulls him in with both hands.

on that pretty little backside. ]

I am taking that you like your gift.

[ oh, but Miss Adler is pretty up close. ]

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[Yes, place your hands upon his perfectly round and feminine butt, that's what it's there for! It's almost as though it were real!]

Insofar as material items are concerned, it's easily the best I've ever received.

[And she's given no time to reply. He dips down and kisses her, with those soft and plush Ms Adler lips.]

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Mm—

[ oh, yes, yes. shower her in kisses and gratitude! she feels a wave of pleasure and giddiness, that sheer joy in his voice (still his own; the disguise is primarily visual, after all). one hand drifts up to cup beneath the soft curls at Ms Adler's nape. the other takes a warm palmful of cheek. ]

I would do so much for you, Herlock.

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[Shower her in kisses and gratitude? What an easy ask. He nips at her neck once they part, chuckling lowly at her declaration.]

The feeling is quite mutual, my love. But for today, allow me to be the one to spoil you in any way you wish.

[For the next thirty-fives minutes or so--]

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Oh, yes. Use your best discretion.

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[Goes in for another kiss, warm and loving. Finally, murmured against her mouth-]

And who should undress first, I wonder?

[Though, even as he asks, his hands roam downwards to fuss and find the bottom of his long dress shirt.]

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[ a wide smile in return. warm breath exchanged between them. he is already more than partway there, bare skin beneath her kneading palm, and she's giddy with the pleasure of his closeness. even if neither of them were to undress, that feeling would still be there: the one which says I love you. I love you. I love you. ]

May I see your body?

[ it is so rare of her to ask... but Ms Adler brings this out in her time and again. ]

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[That feeling is always there, warm and blossoming. Sholmes is so, so glad that she's come to visit, and that he can revel in such keen affection that rises to the forefront when she's close. It would be nigh overwhelming if he weren't such a self-indulgent individual.

He immediately sits up, his fingers deftly undoing the buttons of his shirt. Only a handful needs to be taken care of; he never fully finished buttoning.]

Curious about Ms Adler, I see.

[Unsurprising. Flattering, even. Of course he'll humor her.

His shirt falls open, simultaneously revealing and still obscuring parts of Ms Adler's chest. Clear, pale skin, and the material draping partway over the curves of her supple, moderately-sized breasts. Pert, pink nipples. A long torso that's a result of Sholmes' own height, since he doesn't care to "make" her any shorter, even if she happens to tower over most ladies of the Victorian era.]

Hm?

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[ every inch as lovely as Herlock said. Sprezzatura is not subtle about how she bites her lip, nor her gaze's slow downward glide.

desires, yes. but also... admiration. ]

I like her.

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And she likes you too.

[He gently captures her wrists with his hands, and guides them to either side of his exposed middle, placing them there.]

A woman after her own heart. I don’t stand much of a chance.

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[ cups there, warm fingers, warm flesh. she's tempted to brush the panels of Sholmes' shirt aside, but... there is pleasure in the secret, too. ]

No. You don't.

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[Her touch makes his heart flutter, makes a tingle run down his spine. Such reactions are easy to blame on the time and distance spent apart, but Sholmes knows better. She'd be able to earn it from him regardless.

His shoulders and chest gently shake with a barely held-in laugh.]

I see. Well, promise to think of me fondly, my love, while she keeps you warm in bed.

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Oh, Ms Adler would not do that. Only my husband.

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Then aren’t you fortunate that you get both!

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[ oh?

a slow smile brightens her face. ]

Herlock... [ thumbs brushing up, brushing down. supple skin. a woman's skin. even if she can halfway see beneath the disguise. ] Ms Adler. Please ravish me.

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Ha, the lady needn’t ask twice!

[With a roll of his shoulders, Sholmes allows the shirt to slip down, revealing his entire nakedness as she touches him. He shrugs it off completely, then a gentle request-]

Sit up for me?

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[ beautiful. she's reluctant to pull her hands away to push herself up, and does so only one-handed, the other still cupping to the curve of one hip. the shirt slithers to the floor, along with a few more newspaper pages. ]

Like so?

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Exactly like so.

[Lucky for her, she can still touch him as much as she likes, because Sholmes only needs access to her back - and he chooses to take advantage of the new space by leaning in, so close that his chest presses against hers, reaching around with both hands to undo the lacing down the back of her garments.]

Let’s get you out of these for now. My home is yours, and thus you are obligated to be as comfortable as you please.

[In this case, in Sholmes’ room: probably naked.]

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[ it feels good to be unaddressed by him. he is always so gentle, so kind in his motions that the act itself is as pleasurable as what all comes after. she takes a deep breath and shudders it out with a smile; their breasts squish together pleasantly. ]

Are you going to stay like this?

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[He has a detective's eye, and therefore one for extreme detail. In his own dressing and undressing, he is precise and meticulous, and in its own way, it makes him gentle. He offers such care towards her, too, of course. Twicefold. Tenfold.

As he works, the hug of her dress loosens, little by little. Each lace undone in a practiced yet delicate manner.]

Oh, not the entire time. But for now, until this wonderful hat tumbles off my head.

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[ so, long enough. shivers warmly as her laces pop from their knots, loosens, and the fabric opens up. soon she can shrug the shoulders of her dress off, so that it all slips down and bares her breasts. ]

Well, in this case...

[ might as well have fun with it. nudges her tail up between his thighs ]

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[Long enough!

He jolts a little when she does that, but not unpleasantly. Her tail is so soft and tickly, it's an automatic reaction. It has Sholmes holding onto her shoulders, though, since there's no longer a need to undo her dress.]

Oh!

[He chuckles, eyes roving across her face and... down. To her chest. He is not a man who is driven too thoroughly by sexual desires, but he would have to have a heart of stone to not admit-]

Is it too overtly vulgar for me to say that this is a sight I missed, too?

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Vulgar?

[ her chest is soft and generous, dotted by beauty marks—in the shadow of her cleavage, trending close to her nipple, always on the lefthand side—and pebbled with goosebumps. Herlock Sholmes, notoriously ambivalent towards sex appeal, finding pleasure in the sight of her... well, she likes hearing him admit to it. ]

What about this body is vulgar?

[ and so, smiling, she loops her tail around his upper thigh so that the tuft tickles at his soft belly, and pushes her own shoulders back and bares herself more. she's a sloucher. upright and poised, the curves sit higher, heavier. ]

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[😳

That’s certainly a pose he will commit to memory; and that’s saying something, coming from a detective who very much only saves space in his mind for things that matter.

The curves of her chest, its fullness. Her breasts’ shape, their color, where her beauty marks dapple her… Yes, information that matters very much.]

Your body? The opposite of vulgar, my love. All the vulgar thoughts lie in what I might do with it. It has been such a long while.

[Right now though, even as he can’t take his eyes off of her, Sholmes takes that tail tuft in a loosely-gripping hand, just to feel its softness.]

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[ !! it flickers gently in his hand. almost feels alive in its own right, a separate thing from the woman beside him. she sits there, resting back on one hand, letting him look, twitching her tail for him. ]

Call me "dear girl". I like that.