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But it worked, and it left me something to nibble on when I was peckish later.

[Okay but surely now he’s just pulling her leg. And also yes, he will wait.]

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[ she doesn't trust that that's a joke. that's forbidden knowledge. he would do that. he did do that.

she's sure. ]

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[ and she thinks about it the entire way back to her room.

shortly, he'll receive another text: ] Shite. Let me in

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[Ha, she didn't think that part through, did she?

The door opens! And there's Sholmes, in his dress with his very flat chest.]

And what solution have you brought with you?

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[ she holds something up. it's blue. ]

Inserts.

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Eye-catching!

Are they edible, too?

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Not generally!

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[ brings one up to her nose to sniff..... ]

No. Definitely not.

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But sometimes?

[His smile cracks wider.]

I'm joking, of course. Possibly.

[Stepping aside to let her back in.]

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When you are using buns, then!

[ she brushes past him. maybe she cops a feel of his backside through the dress, just with her tail on the way by. ]

These at least you can squeeze.

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[Oh-! He straightens, almost up on his toes, surprised but grinning. That dexterous tail of hers will be the death of him (fond).]

Should you not woo a lady first before you start so shamelessly fondling, Ms Vaux?

[Closing the door behind them, it's time to head back to his room again!]

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I am holding your breasts right now, Herlock.

[ what an insane thing to come out of her mouth ]

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[Complete and utter nonsense. Sholmes loves it.

He follows her, hands at his chest, pulling gently at the material and where it leaves a gap.]

Only because you were kind enough to find them for me first. But shall they go where they belong, now?

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[ into his bedroom! she closes and locks the door behind them. it sounds distant in her ears; her heartbeat is still quite fast. and it shows. she's blushing. ]

Mmhm. Sit.

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[The second time she's locked the door behind them. And it still looks like a flush is creeping along her skin -- maybe more than before.

Will they even make it past the makeup stage, he wonders, with some amusement, but then crosses back to the bed and sits.]

You're blushing.

[This time, he points it out.]

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[ she comes to stand before him, blue breastforms in hand. seems like the box figured she wanted them for herself...? ]

Stop it.

[ don't bring attention to it!! ]

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[Then what if he brings attention to another thing, that smile still frustratingly on his face-]

...Are they supposed to be blue, my dear?

[He thought, perhaps, that was just the material, and it hardly matters if they are mostly to be covered. But hm, that is awful close to her own skintone, isn't it?]

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I asked for something like mine! I don't know why it is blue.

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Like yours...? Well, then isn't that why? Because yours are blue?

[A keen detective here, folks.]

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Well, mine also have nipples. These do not.

[ now hold these so she can open the front of this dress enough to get them inside. ]

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Sprezzatura, do not talk about Ms Adler's new, blue bosom in such a way.

[Faux aghast, as he takes them from her, holding them up so she can fuss with his dress.]

You will make her self-conscious.

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I do not think neither her nor you capable of that emotion.

[ case in point! she gets the buttons open enough to slip one insert in, and then the other... it's going to be quite a lot of fondling and shifting things about now. luckily, the process is just finicky enough that Sprezzatura can't precisely get hot and bothered by it. ]

WE NEED SOMETHING HAPPY TO TAG

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[Not hot and bothered? Is that a challenge?]

That is hardly true. Though maybe a better choice of words is... self-aware? For example: I am very aware of your hands all over me right now, my dear.

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[ do you want to make it to the beach date or not, Sholmes. ]

You can do it yourself, if you like, but do not complain if your breasts finish lopsided.

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[fine I guess]

In what universe would I choose for you not to be touching me, hm? Do not be silly.

[In other words: yes please fix his breasts.]