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[ 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.]

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[ Wow. Rude. ]

So, is this to be a "taking turns" kind of encounter, then?

[ Since he just made it that much harder to reach him. Rude!!

She doesn't sound as though she's highly disapproving, though. ]

[Pulling away just enough to speak, his lips brushing her skin as he does so.]

Far be it from me to stifle your own motivations, Da Vinci.

[If she seeks to trace his scars, far be it from him to stop her. But Sholmes is focused on his half of the challenge, and certainly taking action to fulfill it.]

I'll grant you this, but you're all mine once you're satisfied, temporarily or not, with your lower explorations. I'm going to need unhindered concentration to [ wreck you ] enjoy your form thoroughly.

[ With a playful tousle of his hair. ]

[The “wreck you” part is all but implied, but he seems to be in a good enough mood (who wouldn’t be) to not challenge it.]

Mm.

[Her thigh tended to, it is very tempting to wander into a bit bolder territory, but for now, he pushes himself back up via his knees and runs his hands across Da Vinci’s chest, now within reach again.]

I’ll try not to test your patience too much.

[No, he absolutely will.

For now, his hands snake around her back. Let him undo the clasp of her bra for her.]

I somehow have a hard time believing that.

[ With a tiny snort, but she lifts her back off the bed just a little so he doesn't have to put in minimal effort. If he wants to do it himself, let him-- meanwhile she can study him without his clothes obscuring the contours and edges of his body. Very nice, honestly. Maybe he'd let her sketch him nude? ]

[He'd certainly allow it, willing to give anything a try at least once. Maybe a subject for another time.

But for now, his focus remains elsewhere. Namely, the swift removal of her bra, which unclasps as she sits up. Sholmes discards the garment, letting it tumble off the side of the bed, but his other hand slides around to her back, keeping her close to him.

He takes a moment to appreciate the view she's graced him with, but then his head dips down, his lips brushing against the curve of her breasts in a kiss. The next bit is a murmur-]

And I somehow doubt you will complain, regardless.

I will not. Not about this, anyway.

[ Her voice has gained a bit of a husk to it, one hand resting on his shoulder as he pulls her in with a solid grip of her own. ]

I do plan on enjoying myself, after all. So I think I'll only be complaining if you somehow manage to bore me, but I get the feeling you'd consider that a personal insult if you managed such a thing in the first thing.

[ But he's tactile and she likes that. ]

[He is very tactile, but maybe that is none-too-surprising given his always seeking, always curious mind. Taking in details where they are presented to him — taste, touch, scent. Committed to memory for as long as he wishes to humor them.

He has no reply for her. One hand still keeping her upright, the other moves down to her hip, planting itself there, thumb moving slow circles over her skin. And giving a contented sort of hum, Sholmes teases gently at the bud of a nipple with tongue and then teeth before employing his mouth fully with a warm, sucking kiss.]

[ It's pleasant, honestly. Not one of her more sensitive areas, even as she shifts a little against him, but it's enough to warm her and prompt her to release a quiet sigh of approval, head tipped back slightly.

She's never too loud for this sort of thing, unless she's flat-out having a discussion or an argument and who does that during sex?

Da Vinci. Da Vinci does. But for now, she can just focus on the sensations.

[Having an argument during sex does sound like something she would do -- and also something Sholmes would do. This does not bode well for them in the future, but also, at least today is not that day.

He lingers, though, partly for his own pleasure. But he has not forgotten the sensitivity he observed--through the sudden tautness of her muscles when he did it--that day they did argue, when his hands snaked back down to her hips. Sholmes already has one hand placed there, and it dips lower to the warmth of her inner thigh... then upwards, between her legs. The pressure there is teasing and light for now, only experimental, testing reaction.]

[ Well, if it's going to be light-- there's no saying she can't tempt him a little further, and she does like to be touched, to note the fascinating traits of fingers. Calluses? Are they long? Are they tentative or purposeful?

She knows so little of Sholmes' touch right now, in this situation, and she twists a little beneath him with a sensual movement and a soft, heated groan. ]

Does the great detective like to take his time or does he favor a bolder, more exploratory approach?

[He has callused fingers, the fingers of a musician. They are longer, almost slender, to pair with his tall frame. And right now they are teasing at the warmth between her legs, through the fabric of her panties.

The way she twists beneath him is quite compelling, he thinks to himself, almost idly as she asks him her question.]

I think that wholly depends on the partner. But in this case...

[He hums with consideration. Sholmes' touch becomes more purposeful, more exploratory, indeed -- he pushes the thin fabric of her panties aside to better access with seeking fingers. Is she wet for him yet?]

[ Not like-- what you'd read in a harlequin novel, the honeypot is not drenched in sweetness or what-have-you. She's not unaffected, of course, slick enough to be able to make it easier for both of them to enjoy this, though far from aroused enough for incoherency.

Though she's rarely incoherent, so really-- it's fine. He's doing well, and her laugh shifts into another groan as he explores further, head tipping back a bit. ]

Ah, good choice. It seems you know me well.

[The honeypot is not drenched in sweetness, why did you make me read that

She's slick enough for his fingers to move without too much restriction; sliding between her folds, up and down, only sometimes teasing at her clit. He doesn't want to overstimulate just yet. He also wants to appreciate the look on her face occasionally, glancing up to do just that.]

Insofar as the physical is concerned, I know you very little. But I hope to fill that gap in my knowledge today -- with your help, of course.

[Competition or not, Sholmes takes pleasure in making others feel just as good. It's a win-win all around.]

Yes, considering I'd also like to have a fuller understanding of you...

I'm more than fine helping.

[ Well, she says that so confidently, but her voice trails off a little when he brushes against her clit, a growing flush in her face as the pleasure gradually pushes through her composure. ]

[He may be whittling down her composure with each purposeful tease of his fingers, but there is no denying the way his own cheeks flush a little redder. A wave of heat coiling downwards in his own body.

Perhaps it's thoughtless of him to stop so suddenly, then, which he does, but only to sit up just enough so he can hook his fingers into the waistband of her panties and begin to slide them off her legs.]

Much obliged, Da Vinci. But I think I have an idea of where to start.

Oh? Help not required just yet?

[ Maybe don't tease him when he's between your legs and taking off your panties, Da Vinci.

Granted, he probably expected this. ]

[Maybe don't tease him; maybe do. The result might have been the same regardless.

That result being quite evident after he's finally removed her panties, letting them drop to the floor beside his bed. Sholmes spreads her legs apart, gently at the knees, and places a light, fluttering kiss between her thighs. Where he intends to go is very clear, and he does not give her time to remark before his tongue teases at her folds moments later.]

[ That gets him a much louder moan, though Da Vinci has far too much control to just shamelessly buck against him, though one hand grips at the blanket and her eyes flutter closed briefly, to focus on the sensation.

Okay. Very nice. ]

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