OPEN POST; [ HERLOCK SHOLMES / TGAA ]

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(( hold you in my dreams ))

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[velluminous]

[ straight to the thigh? someone is daring! she inhales sharp through her nose—thinks she does, but the drug has made even that slower—and smiles until their kissing can only part. ]

Aren't you forward?...

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[F-forward??

…only then does he realize where he’s placed his hand, and he quickly (slowly) retracts it.]

Forgive me.

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Hmmm...

[ absolutely darling. with a low laugh, just one note, Sprezzatura draws her up, up, up behind him, until her thighs practically press to his back, and he is squeezed forward into the bend of her body, where his groin seams to her stomach and he rests higher up her own body than she does. ]

No.

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[IS SHE

TRYING TO DESTROY HIM

Eyes widening, but his body has lost all ability to act surprised at this point, his muscles like molasses, and all he really does is lean into her more. The line of heat at his crotch is now something he’s keenly aware of, for how it… presses up against her.

This… feels like a segue into more than just a bit of passionate kissing. He’s red in the face; she’ll never see an older him flush quite like this.]

Ms Sapione…?

[ksjsha his hand back on her thigh since it’s ironically the easiest place to anchor himself]

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[ :)

she can feel him, hot and stiffening, poking into her. there's no mistaking that sensation. lower, her own belly boils. it would feel so good to take one more pull on the pipe, breathe the smoke into his mouth, and roll them both curled up on this chaise to wriggle and kiss.

but she's also trapped herself underneath him now. and he's heavy and warm and her head falls back on her shoulders and lays against the backrest.

Sholmes' bracing hand rucks at her nightgown. pulls the fabric taut. ]

For me?

[ tucks her own hand down into the vee of his spread legs. she can't help it. she wants to feel it. and if he's never felt someone else's hand cup him through his trousers, here's the first. ]

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[Does she think a man who is reacting in this manner, having been kissed and now pulled very close, has ever been cupped between his legs in this way? He might have flown out of his own skin in surprise if the drug wasn't in his system, so likely the opium is doing them both favors right now.

He worries at his bottom lip, hissing out through his teeth in both stupefaction and pleasure; his back arches on instinct, pressing in his erection just a bit harder into her palm.]

For...

[And then he slumps forward again, just burying his face in the crook of her neck.]

...no one else, I think.

[Like. Ever. She really has appeared in a time in his life where sexual encounters are nil.]

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[ oh, a man who squirms and arches. who makes those soft little pleasured sounds... Herlock Sholmes has never disappointed.

just as he had in that motel room in Reverie, he sinks in against her. the heel of her palm works him in slow pulses. is he twitching, or does she merely want him to be?... can't tell. all of her blood feels honey-thick.

Sprezzatura leans her head back again, relishing the nuzzle of his face in her neck, and smiles at the ceiling. ]

Surely there has been woman who has aroused you once or twice before.

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[The material between his cock and her palm might be thick, but not thick enough to hide how stiff he’s grown, nor the pulse and twitch she earns when she presses against him just right. No, that’s certainly not just her imagination.]

Wonderings at most.

[When his thoughts would wander to less than virtuous curiosities, they never felt like this. Never so warm, never so strident or all-encompassing. In many ways, she’s become rather singular — whether it’s due to displacement through time, or her claim as his future wife, or her inhuman features, or the opium, or something else he simply cannot say. Maybe it’s everything or it’s nothing or it’s just fate, playing its part. He can’t rationalize it away like this.]

You’re special. I married you.

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[ oh, and how Sprezzatura Vaux loves to be told she is special. for a moment all she does is linger in that. she does not tell him that there are others—that his heart belongs to more than her. she wants it to belong only to her in this moment. ]

Herlock...

[ she brings her hand away to instead wrap her arms around him again, nuzzling down into his own neck. she kisses him there. ]

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[In this moment, his whole universe is her. She needn't worry about that.

She's so small, yet it feels as though she envelops him. The embrace, the way they both nuzzle into each other, what a strange feeling, something flickering amid all the heated want and self-awareness wrought from self-consciousness. It feels a bit like safety and familiarity — god, how is such a thing possible when they've just met today?]

Where... else do you like to be touched?

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[ she wants to stay just like this. forever. ]

Will you not become great detective? Deduce it.

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[Oh, that sounds like a challenge. And Herlock Sholmes rises to every challenge with unmatched vim and vigor...!

Except now, in which he tries to lazily straighten to put just a few inches of space between them. This has the pleasurable side effect of slowly rutting against her as he adjusts, and he tilts his head, scanning her face, a flicker of the look he often wears when presented with a new mystery.

Cheeks still impossibly red, he still manages to say with a little bit of his teenage sass, though tinged with a fleck of humor-]

Is this not a ploy to get me to touch you all over, dear girl?

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[ oya? somehow she manages to look arch ]

I would simply order you to touch me all once. I want you to deduce without touching first.

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[Order? Now that's an interesting verbiage.]

You wish for me to deduce in this state... while depriving me of the main way of intuiting your erogenous zones.

[Well, she doesn't want to make it easy for him, does she. Still...]

Let me see both of your hands, Ms Sapione, if you'll allow at least that much.

[He is already trying to take them in his own.]

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I do.

[ the thing is, she loves to watch him work, so there won't be any actually denying of his trade. she holds both hands up, palm up, to him, feeling the steady throb in between her legs work up through her body and all the way to the tips of each finger. ]

Like so?

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[He runs his thumbs over her palms, but… then turns them over. To look at her fingers and also her nails.]

Someone worries often.

[Look at that little divot.]

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[ a permanent etching in the nail. proof of a troubled mind. ]

Well.

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[Yes, and a perpetual one, too.]

Well. I’ve already an inking as to your… inclinations. Perhaps that might prove as a starting point towards unraveling you, thread by thread.

[Or maybe not. He’s so high. But he can try.]

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Hahaha! Oh... Unravel me, yes. I have been so naughty girl.

[ SHE IS ALSO. SO VERY HIGH. ]

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[This deduction might not go QUITE AS WELL AS EITHER WILL HOPE, then, but at least they'll have fun doing it.]

A woman who worries so frequently as to... bite into her nail to leave such a divot? Factors of both anxiety and stress must remain a constant in her life.

[Again, that empathy shows in little fragments, and he massages the top of her palm with a thumb again.]

Have I started on the right path?

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[ slowly, her smile fading, ] Da. You cannot look at me and not think there must be hardships.

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You're right. I see it in other traits of yours, as well.

[Mm, but this is not perhaps the light-hearted deduction she wanted, and Sholmes adjusts his mental route... with some owlish effort. Where's his pipe...? Oh, he lost it ages ago. (like 2 minutes ago)]

I can draw two abductive conclusions from your nails, Ms Sapione - one, that a troubled mind seeks the opposite in its fantasizing, and this may be reflected in the bedroom as well. You prefer to control, a notion that you must feel you lack otherwise in the day-to-day. To be the one to command or... the one guiding the other. As you are now. No?

[He'll get to item #2 if his mind can hold onto it long enough. 50-50 chance of that happening.]

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[ ahh, he did notice that wording. she's quiet, gazing down at their joined hands, and thoughtful. mired down in the drug. ]

Yes. I like to make men do as I wish.

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[Verified, and not at all that surprising. One of those pieces of evidence was given to him in this one interaction.]

Indeed, though, that says nothing about where you might like to be touched while issuing orders to your partners.

[So! He managed to remember-]

So, the next item at hand; a second mode of fantasy to escape the harrowing trials of life, the very idea that you are all things paramount. Everything else is trivial, and your partner is there to prove it. Adulating every part of you, but the pecularities especially that make you unique, perhaps, compared to some?

[Ohh this is a lot of words for a man so high out of his mind, but he continues.]

You've already mentioned your horns and tail. What else, then, might catch my interest on account of being novel? Maybe... [Reaches up to trace his fingers over the line of one of her long ears.] Here? Or gentle attention and kisses shown... here.

[Moves aside that same hand to brush fingertips over the beauty mark peeking out from beneath her nightgown.]

Or even lower, for you're very... [Face warming again.] ...well-endowed. Though I needn't an observant gaze for that.

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[ to be known, even by a him that is as a stranger. she does find comfort in that. her ears; she shivers, and her beauty mark...

deep breath. her bosom rises. he touches so briefly, nearly chastely, but the tingle of his fingertips lingers behind. ]

Yes. I like those teases.

[ she takes his wrist and guides him ghosting over the swell of one breast through her nightgown, his coat. only the barest brush to hint at the soft and the squish underneath. then she sets his hand aside.

she wants him so badly that her body shakes. again. ]

You are clever. What else?