[ his hand comes down on her with a satisfying smack!, a sharp and unexpected sting, and she jumps, muffling a yelp. the first feeling that registers is affront: who do you think you are? and then embarrassment, colour rising both where Sholmes hit her and in her face.
finally, as he moves her into position, both feelings mellow and meld into... well, she isn't sure what it is yet. her brain hangs on the edge of a misfire: is this sexy, or has something gone so wrong?
...it could be sexy. the palming feels nice, and there is something thrilling to hearing his voice without seeing his face. to feeling his stiffness taut against her belly.
up a bit. he puts her scantily-clad backside at the perfect angle. ]
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finally, as he moves her into position, both feelings mellow and meld into... well, she isn't sure what it is yet. her brain hangs on the edge of a misfire: is this sexy, or has something gone so wrong?
...it could be sexy. the palming feels nice, and there is something thrilling to hearing his voice without seeing his face. to feeling his stiffness taut against her belly.
up a bit. he puts her scantily-clad backside at the perfect angle. ]
Herlock.