retroductions | reverie inbox.

[ for the love of god stop being horny.

she reaches for a stocking, drapes it over her palm as she brings it to her lap. she opens it and begins rucking it in her fingers, methodical, taking her time (she has to—her claws would tear them otherwise). not until she has to lift his foot does she look away, and only then to bring it up by the back of his ankle. she hooks her fingers around and sets it in her lap.

as she works the toe of the stocking over his foot, she finds herself humming quietly, beneath her breath. ]

[Sholmes is doing her a favor, not remarking on those little tells that are not so little for a detective such as himself. Instead, he just smiles, warm and eyes bright, and lets her take her time.

Over the foot it goes, inching over the ankle.]

Shall I lift my petticoat for you?

[Maybe he teases a little.]

Yes.

[ literally zero hesitation. moving the fabric up past his heel, this tremendous slowness to it. she curves her palm to the back of his ankle and rubs, indulgently ]

Please.

[Oh, that feels nice. The sinuous pressure and the warmth of her hand straddle the line between sensuous and calming.

"Please", even. Sholmes lifts his petticoat up accordingly, slowly, just granting her enough leeway to slide the stocking up inch by inch at her own pace.]

You spoil a girl, my dear.

I try.

[ she swallows visibly before saying this. she does try, Herlock. she tries so hard. her hands form to the shape of his calf and then his thigh as she moves the fabric up, smoothing it around him. the petticoat brushes against the her skin, it hints at where her touch lies beneath. and when she brings her hands away again, it's by gliding them all the way back down, until she can gently set his foot back on the floor. on to the other, the same deliberate process. ]

Do you need garters?

[And like that, stockings. So lovingly applied.]

They should be a nice touch, would they not? But no, I find that these stockings are rather... "elastic", is it? At the top, with the lace?

[A silicone band, he means. NOVEL INVENTIONS OF THE MODERN DAY]

[ murmured, ] You would look good in garters.

[ on instinct, almost, she leans in and presses a kiss to his knee.

and snaps the elastic of one stocking. ]

[How flattering, how gentle-- and how surprising!

He starts, though it's with the flutter of a laugh on his lips, amused.]

Then if I cannot fish one out of the costume shop...

[Leans forward, arching a brow knowingly in her direction.]

Perhaps it can be an ask from the item box the next go-'round, hm?

[ she lays her cheek on his knee next, gazing up at him about as demure as Sprezzatura Vaux gets. it's very much an unspoken "please". ]

For now, I wish to see you fully-dressed.

[Demure enough to still make his cheeks tinge a little pinker, even amid his clear good humor. What a sight -- weaponized just right, and it might be the death of him.

But for now, getting dressed.]

Then let us retrieve the dress, and you can do my make-up afterward, too, if that sounds appealing to you.

[ there is almost no hoop she wouldn't jump through to be the one putting makeup on Sholmes.

she rises up and tips his chin on her tail, very much like their very first encounter. kiss! ]

Downright appetizing.

[ without breaking eye contact, Sprezzatura reaches over for the dress laid on the bed nearby. ]

[Very much like their first encounter. How can he forget?

He leans into the kiss a bit before she pulls away, and though they do not break eye contact, Sholmes will stand to make dressing him feasible.]

I am curious to see what "look" you give Ms Adler. Perhaps I might adopt it back in London when we are free to return.

[ she doesn't want to think about Sholmes back in London right now. ]

We will see. Step in?

[Oh, but surely the time is near. Surely they've all given it some thought, even if not everyone has put the notion to words just yet.]

As the lady wishes.

[And into the dress he goes. It seems fairly tailored to his frame.]

[ every day... every day.

she busies herself with helping the bodice up over his petticoat and then over his hips. there is a degree of focus she can allow herself for this, hedging out the less pleasant thoughts. once she's helped him into the sleeves, she puts her fingers to the lowest button. starts working her way up. ]

[He lets her take her time, of course. Sholmes is still as she works, dressing him, and he looks at her face all the while. Wonders what is working behind that mind that he is not privy to, not yet.

So, instead, as she works at the buttons-]

What would you like to do after Ms Adler is dressed and made-up, hm?

Undress her again.

[ primly, another button. the cinched waist, while not extreme, is really doing it for her. ]

...But before that, maybe... outing?

[Oh goodness. It isn't as though the signs weren't already there, but how forward, Ms Vaux! He laughs in that half-surprised way.]

Wine her and dine her first, my dear. But then... I think she would be a fool to deny you.

[He straighens more as she makes her way up, up.]

An outing, yes. I may unearth her parasol again. How does the beach sound?

[ don't laugh at her! some slight colour comes into her cheeks; she soldiers on ]

Evening at beach... I would like that.

[ finally she reaches his chest and stops, smoothing her palms over the flat planes of his chest ]

Do you fill this out?

We may spread a blanket out over the sand and enjoy the view even. Perhaps bring along something to drink... hm.

[Eyes glancing down at her hands smoothing over where he decidedly does not fill out the bosom area.]

Oh yes. Last time I used... steamed meat buns, I believe they were.

[perhaps this should not surprise her by now]

You used... Miss Yanli's... buns?

Of course. You are familiar with them, are you not? Then even you must deduce from memory that they were-- [HANDS AT HIS CHEST] --perfectly the right size and shape!

Herlock, oh my god!

[Huffing out yet one more laugh, dropping his hands to his side again.]

Come now, it isn't... orthodox, no, but they were not wasted!

We are not doing this. Herlock, repeat after me.

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject