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[ he is so charmingly enthusiastic that she laughs, softly. not a giggle. but close.

look at him twirl... ]

You are such beautiful man, Herlock. [ she wants him so badly, to kiss and hold and lay with, quietly, in the dark. ] Wig and makeup, was that it?

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[And he is always happy to earn that sound from her.]

I am a beautiful woman, you mean. [Well on his way, at least! But he nods, then crosses over to his messy desk, unearthing a makeup bag. He holds it up, jiggles it a bit.] My face first, then my hair.

[velluminous]

[ it's quite the rare sound! her smile lingers for now, though, especially when he produces the makeup bag.

holds her hands out to him. c'mere!! ]

Come lay back for me.

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[He draws closer, handing her the bag, then... Well, flops down on the mattress, face-up.]

Would it not be easier for me to sit up?

[...he says, already post-flop.]

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[ she wastes precisely no time in crawling on top, straddling his hips, her knees disappearing into the great falls of skirt billowing out around them.

she could have knelt beside him, yes. she could have done that. ]

I like this. [ unzips the bag ] Don't you?

[ just... don't think about yesterday, having him beneath her in the graveyard, his face twisted in pain, her hands on him, squeezing, the crunch of the rock against her temple ]

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[The weight of her on top of him is always warm and welcoming. As though he would say otherwise.]

Of course I do. The view is unmatched.

[No, they'll not think about yesterday. Sholmes has put it far from his mind. That was not her, just something wretched puppeteering her body, choosing to bring her pain by dispensing it to others. He'll not give Svetka the satisfaction of letting her ruin this moment.]

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[ she wriggles herself indulgently atop him and wriggles a makeup brush at him, too. ]

Hhhm. Bad luck for you--you must close your eyes now.