[ simply put: she wants him to watch. making quick work of her blouse, she shimmies a little more and strips it down her arms and lets it drop to the floor. there are glimpses of very high stomach as she does this—just a touch of tasteful underboob visible when she raises her arms beneath the sweater. her gaze flits back and forth between Sholmes and that stairway, a secretive smile on her face, each motion a little more hasty than it might normally be. under the circumstances, you know.
she grabs the brassiere! and realizes that since it's a halter top, she does actually have to take off the sweater, too. ]
[His smile starts to skew similarly: a little bit gremlin-like. Sholmes moves forward, grasping hold of the shoulders of her sweater. A little tug upwards.]
Tell me when.
[If she's trying to do this quick and sneaky-like, then timing is everything. (It really isn't, this is just fun.)]
[Naturally, her giddiness is contagious. He has to bite back down a laugh of his own, which is not normal for a man who usually lets them fly loose and free.]
That is what I should be saying to you, I think.
[Up goes the sweatshirt, slipping up past her head.]
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[ simply put: she wants him to watch. making quick work of her blouse, she shimmies a little more and strips it down her arms and lets it drop to the floor. there are glimpses of very high stomach as she does this—just a touch of tasteful underboob visible when she raises her arms beneath the sweater. her gaze flits back and forth between Sholmes and that stairway, a secretive smile on her face, each motion a little more hasty than it might normally be. under the circumstances, you know.
she grabs the brassiere! and realizes that since it's a halter top, she does actually have to take off the sweater, too. ]
Wait, wait—help me.
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Tell me when.
[If she's trying to do this quick and sneaky-like, then timing is everything. (It really isn't, this is just fun.)]
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Quickly, now.
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That is what I should be saying to you, I think.
[Up goes the sweatshirt, slipping up past her head.]
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Shh-hh!
[ and then the work of scooping herself into the so-called "cups". her tail swishes eagerly behind her ]