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[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?

Where I can be, yes. [ unbuttoning and sliding off layers as she goes. ]

And I'd rather not have to deal with unimportant distractions on the bed.

[Sholmes aids by shrugging off any layers she unbuttons. Every piece lands in a crumple at his feet.]

Duly noted: the undressing stage is not of particular interest to you.

Only for artistic purposes. Something to keep in mind if we feel like doing this again.

[ GOODBYE SKIRT. ]

[And thus he is left standing before her in nothing but his underwear, in all his rather pale and tall glory. He is not completely unmarred, though — old cases have left their mark, a few faint scars there, pale and mostly faded. One does seem a little fresher than most, but still completely healed just like the rest.]

We must complete our first encounter before we start considering another. So—

[He half-turns, looking at her appraisingly, but gesturing towards the bed.]

If your square has been taken care of, shall we?

[ Give her a moment, she's curiously running her fingers along the fresher scar-- and then nods, stepping back to the bed to sit down on it. She seems to be at least approving of his physique, at least, lanky as he is. ]

All right, then. Let's do this.

[ FELLOW ASSOCIATE. ]

[Oh? Is she curious about the not-exactly-gunshot wound? Perhaps he can offer her that tale another time. But for now, they both have goals they wish to achieve with each other's bodies, and Sholmes does not intend to delay that.

He smiles, a mix of amusement and anticipation playing across his features. While he follows Da Vinci to the bed, he does not sit, but instead presses a knee into the mattress so that it's strategically placed right between her legs. He leans forward a bit, his hands already resting at her hips -- he recalls, exactly, where he suspects some of her sensitivities might lie on her body, wrought from their first (angry) kiss encounter.]

Picking up where we left off?

Sounds good to me.

[ He's got one knee in a very nice position, and she can tell from where he's placed his hands that he's not going to start off being merciful, but she reaches up to frame his face in her palms, one thumb stroking under his ear.

And she is going to waste no further time, pulling him in to kiss him firmly. ]

[Instinctively, he closes his eyes as she draws him close. His hands squeeze a little at her hips, a sort of idle approval, and he slips his mouth open to deepen it the kiss between them; tilts his head to angle them both comfortably.

It’s strange — how less hurried and rash it is, compared to their first. Likely she can feel his smile slant a little more, and one hand trails up along her side and to her shoulder, giving her a little push. A gentle suggestion to lay down so he can properly move onto the bed to join her.]

[ MAYBE HE SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT OF THAT FIRST-- no, she'll comply. They're not fighting this time, this is just a bit of friendly competition in a completely different scenario and so Da Vinci inches back a bit on the bed before she flops backwards. Whether he gets pulled down with her, the kiss uninterrupted, or he stays up there to maneuver himself properly, she won't break physical contact in some manner, hands grasping at him. ]

[Obviously neither of them go about this the normal way, so it's fine!! At any rate, Da Vinci flopping backwards is just what he had in mind, and he falls forward with the kiss, their lips still pressed together -- but with enough cognizance so that he knees remain pressed into the mattress on other side of her, and one elbow keeps him propped up so that when he does sever their connection, he can gaze down at her form.]

Now, where to start? I suppose you want me to figure it out for myself, hm?

[Not that he needs any encouragement; as he speaks, a hand is already slipping down, down, fingers sliding across the length of her thigh.]

Let's be honest here. [ She has the nerve to speak confidently, eyes focusing on his face instead of his hand. She's caving to curiosity and moving one hand to map the twists of his scars, the ones she can reach. ]

You'd be disappointed if I just told you exactly where to go and how to do it.

I thought as much. In which case, I will simply have to be more vigilant in my explorations.

[His questing hand pushes her legs gently apart just enough so that Sholmes can move himself downward, and apply a kiss along her inner thigh. His hand slides up to the curve of her hip once more -- if this does not count towards "caressing a thigh", he is not sure what would qualify.

Frustratingly, maybe, it does leave a few of his scars--especially those scattered around his torso--out of reach. Maybe he knows this, given he's noticed her pointed interest in them with a glance or two here, but he makes no effort just yet to solve this problem.]

Edited 2022-07-23 15:09 (UTC)

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we should belatedly slap a nsfw warning on this thread whoops