OPEN POST; [ HERLOCK SHOLMES / TGAA ]

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(( hold you in my dreams ))

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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.

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[yeah all the twinks love the tail

His thumb strokes that twitching tuft, simply because it's soft and feels nice, and it seems a strangely intimate gesture.]

Dear girl. Dearest girl of all. My dear girl.

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[ he's right about that, and she melts somewhat back onto the back; allows her arm to slip so she's down on one elbow. slouching again. ]

Good. [ murmured, again, ] I do like that...

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[Heh. Still stroking her tail, his free arm reaches out and settles beside her and he leans in. Practically over her.]

You— oop.

[His hat nearly tilts off, and Sholmes lifts his chin so that it remains atop his head for now.]

You will always remain my dear girl, no matter the time and distance spent apart. That has not changed, nor do I suspect it ever will.

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Hhhhau.

[ now this is a pretty view, with or without the disguise. he does seem to like it quite a lot, though, so... she moves to tug the hat a little more firmly into place. ]

Detective's promise?

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[Oh yes, the hat’s not going anywhere for a while yet. Good — and so Sholmes dips down, unafraid of it wobbling off and… buries his face in her chest. Warm and soft.]

Cross my heart.

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[ so soft. ]

This is my heart, Herlock.

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[Very soft, very voluptuous. Muffled, joking:]

My mistake!

[He brings his hands up to cup her breasts, effectively pillowing himself with her.]

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[ they are soft women's hands. she traces out a gentle pattern on his nape and then lower, between his shoulder blades. this feels nice, gentle. comforting. ]

Maybe we are staying like this...

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[He laughs, the idea amusing to him. Yet it's fond, the notion that they'd be so content simply in each other's presence that they might do nothing more than remain like... this.

Not untrue, anyway.]

For- [He lifts his head, resting his chin on her to look up at Sprezzatura with gladness.] -the rest of our little more than half an hour? Just like this? Or do you mean... as a woman?

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I mean Herlock Sholmes and his beloved, [ traces the back of her finger across Ms Adler's pristine cheek ] yes. Tangled up together after so long apart. Would that be so bad?

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[It sends a warm shiver up his spine, that touch.]

Oh, not at all. Were time an infinite resource, we might oblige your wishes.

[But the clocks a-ticking until Iris returns, so-]

Hm, tonight, we may do this again. And the night after. And the night after that. How does that sound, my love?

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Hhha. Celestial.