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[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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