[Sholmes’ sense of decency exists on a sliding scale. He does not mind if they are overheard if it just involves a bit of kissing, a bit of touching — anything more than that and, well. They’ll cross that bridge when they get there.
But her reaction is promising. Her nails slide against the nape of his neck, leaving a tingling trail. Sholmes’ mouth lingers in its spot, but eventually his kiss moves down, canines pricking at skin. He cannot exactly reach the curve between neck and shoulder, hidden beneath fabric, but he can get as close as possible.]
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But her reaction is promising. Her nails slide against the nape of his neck, leaving a tingling trail. Sholmes’ mouth lingers in its spot, but eventually his kiss moves down, canines pricking at skin. He cannot exactly reach the curve between neck and shoulder, hidden beneath fabric, but he can get as close as possible.]