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[He’ll remain still so she can slip under his skirt as she requires. This is not a proper disguise, obviously, like what he would usually go to lengths to wear — beneath the fabric are little more than his bare legs and underthings. But also a thigh ripe for the caressing!!]

If you scandalize me properly, then you will still catch a glimpse of my expression after you’ve unearthed yourself.

Fair enough.

[ ... She is absolutely going to be half-obscured by his skirt, but she just reaches a hand up to ever so tantalizingly caress his thigh.

This feels so stupid but she at least knows how to caress!! ]

[It is a bit silly, but at least it fulfills a square... for her. He remarks to her under his skirt, not quite at the "scandalized" part of this yet.]

I will have to return the favor at some point. My card requires your thigh to be equally tended to.

Yes, well, if you want to wait until I'm also not in a floor-length gown...

[ TIME TO FEEL HIM UP. ]

My thigh will be ready.

I will be as patient as possible-

[His tone lilts slightly, when she gets a little bolder in her wanderings. ...Sholmes clears his throat.]

Are you... ready for my declaration regarding my chastity, Da Vinci? Or are you still in the weeds of exploration?

[He is. So romantic.]

[ He gets another feel for that. ]

Go ahead. Scold me.

[He shifts a little.]

Da Vinci! We cannot do this! [Recited rather purposefully, as though he were a character in a play.] We must tame our wild desires! I have been saving myself for my wedding night, as any proper [err] lady! Gentleman? Would! Think of the whispers if this got out, my love. Our reputations would be left in tatters, and I cannot bear the thought.

[ she pops out from under his skirt and now she has a VERY fake mustache on her upper lip, one she adjusts solemnly as she stays crouching but reaches up to take one of his hands in hers. ]

Sholmes, my dainty daisy. The solution is elementary-- all we have to do is marry and the whispers will stop entirely! I give you my wedding vow here and now-- I will shave [ she plucks off the mustache and flings it to the side] and remain forevermore by your side, regardless of how obnoxious I may or may not find you to be most days!

[oh my god da Vinci

Well… Sholmes is all about theatrics, so the sight just makes him widen his eyes dramatically, placing a hand on his chest like a noble lady about to faint with the news.]

You would do that… for me? Shave? Endure my very reasonable spates of arguing? I hardly know what to say!

[(He also can’t believe she told him something was “elementary”.)]

Other than yes. Yes, I will accept your wedding vows with delight and give you my own in return. Oh, how happy we will be — a life of marriage, and children, and— whatever it is married couples do!

[ wow that sounds terrible]

Yes, nothing could make me happier! And with that, by the power vested in me as a genius, I can totally pronounce us married for the sake of brevity and convenience!

[ it's hard to get to her feet from a crouch in a wedding gown. Give her a moment. ]

[It does sound awful. Children are only acceptable if they are all like Iris.

He is still in his “surprised” pose as Da Vinci tries to get back up to her feet, watching with a quirked brow.]

Difficulties?

[girl try wearing a victorian lady’s dress]

I am absolutely modifying this after a glorious victory.

[ with a low grumble. But she's up!]

[He chuckles.]

No point in worrying about that now, since you will be slipping out of it soon enough. Do you need assistance with the back zipper?

I'd appreciate it. I'd prefer to save my show of flexibility for later.

[He twirls a wrist, his finger indicating at her to turn around.]

Then turn, if you'd be so kind.

[ She turns! With a little flourish, no less, skirt flaring out. ]

[What a sight. Sholmes steps forward, looking the dress up and down, unable to undo his habit of observing the tiniest details. The seams, the fabric, even the sway of the skirt. But ultimately, his hands move to the hook at the top, undoing it with relative ease.]

So, having fun so far?

So far, so good! And you?

[ She'll hold still to let him do what he will with the back. ]

Looking forward to what’s to come. Eager to disprove the notion you have in your head about winning.

[He clasps the zipper with forefinger and thumb, pulling it downward to free her from her bridal prison.]

Excuse me?

[ She looks over her shoulder at him, lifting an eyebrow. ]

Would you like to rephrase that before or after I crush you?

[He brings the zipper all the way to the bottom, then straightens. Sholmes' hands move to her shoulders, letting the rather extravagant garment begin to slip down.]

Make no mistake about it, Da Vinci. I will eat my words if I am wrong. I simply do not foresee that happening.

Good thing you're a detective and not a psychic, then.

[ But the dress finally slips, sliding all the way down until Da Vinci can step out of it and stretch a little leisurely in her lacy unmentionables. ]

Those things are a little too heavy after a while... this is nice.

[Sholmes is not an ogling man, but he is an observant one, and he does not care to hide the way his eyes roam over this new sight of Da Vinci dressed in not much but her underthings.]

...At least you were not all laced up in a corset. We might have been here for an hour longer, trying to free you from that.

[That is a joke and a wild over-exaggeration. He gestures to the bed.]

Feel free to make yourself at home, Da Vinci. I much prefer you to sit or lay on the bed as we get this started between us.

I do still need to undress you. As a task, of course.

[ As she reaches out to work on the upper half of his garment first, even though the skirt will be vastly easier. Obviously she has no problems with being the subject of a keenly observant gaze. ]

But I have no objections to moving to the bed afterwards.

[Then his keenly observant gaze will just take in further detail as she draws closer, hitching up a brow. He allows her to begin to undress him — his top half still very much a tuxedo, and much easier to peel away by the layers than a dress.]

I imagine you could have done that on the bed, as well, but you are nothing but efficient, are you?

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