OPEN POST; [ HERLOCK SHOLMES / TGAA ]

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(( hold you in my dreams ))

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[velluminous]

You cannot deduce?

Because you are my beloved.

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[Oh.]

Matters of the heart... are so rarely bound to the same rules of logic and deduction.

[Such sentiment, though. He wonders what it was like, falling in love with this woman. Falling in love at all.]

He's fortunate, you know. This... future version of me.

[velluminous]

[ that's something not even she can answer. ]

He is.

[ what she neglects is to say how fortunate she herself feels. as if speaking it aloud might curse it somehow. she just holds the feeling close, guarding it. ]

Come back up here. I want being held.

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[He will experience it himself… in time.]

Of course, dear girl.

[That she’d want to be held speaks volumes, after his tongue had been tasting her so thoroughly. Sholmes pushes his elbows into the chaise, trying to rise…

With great… effort…]

…you may— have to help me up.

[velluminous]

[ oh. look at him struggle. she unfurls her legs then, like a spider in a blossom, and braces her hands above each of his elbows. her tail, too, abandoning the stiff length of him and wending his waist instead.

she feels weak, but it remains she's still stronger than him. upsy-daisy. ]

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[Allez hop, as both the French and NBA players say.

Up he goes, and her strength is just enough for him to half-stand, half-fall forward onto the chaise again. He all but melts into her, if not for how he manages to brace himself with one hand on the back of their seating, his knees on either side of her hips.]

...Thank you.

[velluminous]

[ that's perfect, because she's melting into him, in turn. arms around, and tightly. she thinks. the drug makes it difficult to know. ]

Mmhhhh.

[ a low and sighing sound as she buries her face against him. ]

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[Tight enough. The drug does make it difficult to know.

He relaxes the arm used to prop himself up, which means he further slumps forward as she buries her face against him. His own chin finds her shoulder, resting there.

There. Holding. She's so warm.

It's a bit... nice.]

Will you... tell me more about yourself, while we're like this?

[velluminous]

[ it is... nice. almost as if they weren't high and halfway lust-ridden. she's acutely aware of the point of his chin on her shoulder, little tingles through her upper body, and shivers out a breath into the cut of his half-open collar. ]

I am scholar. Was scholar. Now... I do not know.