finalflight | OPEN POST; [ HERLOCK SHOLMES / TGAA ]

[ would it not be seeking comfort and coddling to tell him? to this day she struggles so deeply with revealing this part of her life to those closest to her. always simpler when they are a stranger for whom knowing her is only a tiny fraction of their life, and whom she will never have to see again.

when it is Sholmes...

she's quiet at first, merely turning her face deeper into his neck as though seeking a hiding place, and hugs her thighs around his hips. in every way, folding up. ]

My father, my mother.

[ ...Oh. That's...

The way she becomes smaller, folded up against him, is so telling.

Broken relationships between parents and their children are also not unheard of, but they rarely revolve solely around betrayal and little else. He realizes that there may be more to the story, of course, and yet his gut instinct tells Sholmes that there is no love lost between his future wife and future in-laws.

Future in-laws. What a... terrible... notion...]

Unforgivable. Utterly selfish, to ruin a path you wished to tread.

[ she simmers with her anger. always, always. dully, even a little coldly: ] They wish to tread it first.

And why not be proud of what their own daughter can accomplish? How strange, to be treated like... competition.

I am given middle name of "Morosis". Herlock.

[It’s nearly hard to believe. To be given a name like that, it feels nearly… spiteful. Like there’s not an ounce of love.]

A name that I know does not apply.

[He’s known her for less than a day but this is an easy conclusion to make.]

Sweet boy.

[ suffused with exasperated warmth. how can he know? how can he know yet? ah, a teenage boy, truly. ]

Would you like to come inside me?

[O-oh.

A high and lustful teenager, already fascinated with her body, will of course reply in the affirmative with no thought of the consequences, if any. He had already suggested as much before, didn't he?]

Yes.

Say "please, Ms Vaux".

[Wait, did he ever receive the last name loredrop before now?

…doesn’t matter. He is too high and too eager for her body to care.]

Please, Ms Vaux.

[ half-sure she can feel him twitch ]

Please, Ms Vaux.

[Ohh…]

Please. Ms Vaux. Let me come inside of you.

[ good boy. ]

Please, please. I want to feel your want, Herlock.

[Aha, she likes to hear them beg. What does that say about her personality, what can he intuit more? ...Who knows, he's abandoned logic for now. He only knows he can give her what she wants.]

Please. Please, I beg of you. [Imploring, stretched out syllables, just for her.] You'll... you'll drive me mad, otherwise.

[ this is... exactly what she's asking for, yes. that longing tone. Sprezzatura's hand creeps between them and toys at the wet head of his cock. how she wants to kiss him. to hold him inside. ]

Hilt yourself, then.

[ but first, he'll have to get out of her lap. good luck! ]

[He's briefly distracted by how she touches him, reveling in the sensation of her touching such a sensitive spot. He aches for her, even despite their brief pause where they talked about such dreadful things like family.]

Hmmmnghhh...

[The noise of effort he makes, trying to push himself off of the chaise just enough to... sidle off of her. Give him a moment.]

Oh, poor man.

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[STRAINING!!!!!]

I'm trying-

Topple me! Take me!

[ she falls back dramatically ]

Ngh.

[She falls back, and this gives him more leeway to wobble to the side and shuffle off of her lap—

And indeed, topple forward into her. Isn’t this erotic! Opium was a mistake.]

[ if she were even a fraction less high. she'd realize the kind of sex this really is.

there's the crack of his chin on her temple, her glasses arms askew, a hand where it shouldn't go ]

Auwtch!

[A VIRGIN FUMBLING??

Whoops. At least he has landed in a more ideal position, atop her but not strictly on her lap.]

Sorry-

[Aaaa PROPS UP ON AN ELBOW SUCCESSFULLY NOW. And adjusts her glasses with his other hand.]

Imagine if we’d… ha, smoked more.

[ oh, but at the mention, she craves it again. another puff. that warm languidness. how it was to linger on the knife's edge of a change between them and feel the charge in the air skate across her skin.

grunting, she tugs her tail out from its painful bend beneath her. the face of conceiving, perhaps, that he will be a one pump chump. so to speak. ]

This is mistake...

[WOW HE MIGHT LAST LONGER THAN THAT--]

Hm. I don't think so.

[Says the guy who gets to fuck a beautiful woman. It is an experiment, a curiosity at its most empirical; and a simple glimpse into the connection that they might share in the future at its most sentimental.

Lowers himself to kiss at the corner of her mouth when she moves her tail aside. The warm press of his cock against her is impossible to miss like this.]

It's me wanting... desperately to know my wife better.

[ this is a teenage boy, a boy with a lightning mind, his curiosity piqued for the first time, discovering a desire to unravel and learn of things he had never seen the need for prior. and he is very high.

the off-aimed kiss. the slender line of heat straining against her inner thigh. her heart flutters; Sprezzatura closes her eyes and kisses the corner of his mouth in return. ]

Ahh. You pose good argument.

[ does he???

either way, wriggling now to get her legs up on either side of his hips. an easy way in. ]

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