OPEN POST; [ HERLOCK SHOLMES / TGAA ]

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(( hold you in my dreams ))

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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.

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Divine! [He echoes.

With that out of the way...]

Let us make the most of what time we have now, however. I'd hate to rush us, but. Well.

[Well, they've got limited time! To touch each other, or even more. Sholmes lets that sentence hang as he dips back down to kiss at the cleavage her breasts so generously make.]

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[ she loves his kisses, and the soft sound of them, and the even softer feel. both arms loop around his shoulders to cradle him close while he nuzzles into fat and weight. ]

What would you like, then?

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[He nuzzles, and nuzzles, and nuzzles even deeper, as if he seeks out the beat of her heart.

Maybe he does. One more kiss the in the crevice between, and only then does he pull slightly away so he’s not just muffled vibrations against her chest.]

Your weight on top of mine. Eventually, of course.

[Easily spoken. Maybe he’s been missing it!]

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[ he's so pale, she thinks. Ms Adler, that is... both hands cup his face and thumb over his cheeks. back and forth. back and forth. she's missed all of this, and it's a relief to know he has felt the same. ]

My cunt petalled around Ms Adler's pretty cock? Mmh, well, Herlock's.

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[A soothing gesture, stroking his face like a cat who so dearly missed his owner. Though Sholmes feels more like a hound; joyous and eager, instead.]

Oh, yes. [In the intonation of oh, yes.] That should be agreeable to you, too, I should hope? Still, I'd hardly complain no matter what we do. I am... blessed, truly, to share a bed with you again, Sprezzatura.

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[ LIKE A HOUND.... OF THE BASKERVILLES? ]

Yes, you are.

[ hooking a leg up, she rolls them over. the many skirts and folds of her dress bunch around her hips between them. ]

Won't even need your usual bedwarmers tonight.

[ get it? because she's a bed warmer. ]

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[Rolled over!! His hat tilts perilously on his head again, but remains “on” enough to keep the illusion going for now.

Hands on her hips.]

Because I’ve the unparalleled warmth of a tiefling instead?

[The joke is never as funny when it’s explained,]

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[ she wriggles into a wobbly squat just above his groin. appreciation washes over her for the prettiness of the woman beneath. ] Give Ms Adler her equipment now, Herlock.

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[Hehe.

Lifts a hand up and pokes at the hat. It's just enough to make it tilt completely off of him, dispelling the disguise. The return of Herlock Sholmes, equipment and all!

Equipment which is already standing at attention, she'll note.]

Yes, my dearest. Ms Adler says her goodbyes.

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[ but not forever. the return of those unruly blonde locks—Sprezzatura sinks her fingers into them, wriggles a little until her dress falls off her hips.

she can feel the warm tip of his cock now brushing between her thighs and tickling in the soft curls there. suddenly her chest is tight with eagerness. ]

Hello, Herlock.

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[Eagerness is overtaking him, too—or maybe it already has?—but his is never a tightness, but rather a warm flowering, spreading to every limb, filling him with energy and capriciousness.

The tip of his cock brushes against her, a sensitive spot that sends another thrill through him. He moves his head just to feel her fingertips brush through his hair, though his eyes follow the curves of her body until more and more is revealed.]

Hello, Sprezzatura. Would you like assistance with the rest of your dress?

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[ what feels as good as being eyed by your spouse? ]

Bare me and then connect with me.

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[Being touched and kissed and making love to one’s spouse. But not much else.

Encourages her up higher on her knees, then, with his hands.]

Then up you go!

[And when she lifts, he will help her shimmy out of her dress, until her legs are free. It is not the proper way for a lady to undress, but who’s keeping track?]

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[ not her! she merely laughs, dangerously close to a giggle, and shakes her legs as the fabric slithers down. ]

You make me happy, Detective.

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[He should put more care into how he treats someone else’s things other than his own, and he does: by folding the dress in half and plopping it down on the floor beside them. That’s about as good as it’ll get, but he knows neither of them care about their garments right now.

Rather, it is the lack of them that holds his keen interest. The whole of her body on display for him — it’s been too long since he’s been gifted such a sight. Sholmes wiggles beneath her, getting comfortable again, then plops back down on his back while his hands alight on her hips once more.]

And it is one of this life’s great blessings that I am able to provide you some happiness. There are few true joys in my own life-

[Which sounds like a drab thing to say for a man in such a good mood, but he means it thusly: all that really matters in this life are the people precious to him, and the thrill of unraveling a case piece by piece. Aught else are but temporary frivolities.]

-and I count myself lucky that you are one of mine. You, too, make me truly happy.