[ oh, is he blushing? how utterly charming. murmurs, against that warming skin ]
So rarely I would have men do such things to me.
[ it always felt like being overwritten, like being demeaned to, regardless of the true intent. she's certain none of her lovers ever meant it, but she felt that way every time. every time. Sholmes, though... he is no threat. whether her perspective has finally shifted, or he's simply too himself to count like so many others have counted—it likely doesn't matter.
another kiss, this one more open-mouthed, and another, and another, until finally it is less of a kiss and more the draw of that purple tongue up the flushed edge of his cheek ]
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So rarely I would have men do such things to me.
[ it always felt like being overwritten, like being demeaned to, regardless of the true intent. she's certain none of her lovers ever meant it, but she felt that way every time. every time. Sholmes, though... he is no threat. whether her perspective has finally shifted, or he's simply too himself to count like so many others have counted—it likely doesn't matter.
another kiss, this one more open-mouthed, and another, and another, until finally it is less of a kiss and more the draw of that purple tongue up the flushed edge of his cheek ]
I am trusting you, Herlock.