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[ 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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