[It's not as though he has a trademark on the word, but elementary feels like some kind of teasing. Maybe more so when he finds himself pushed backwards, step by step, until his back jostles faintly against the wall. In the process, yes, he does note how very close her sweater clings to the curve of her body. Not leaving very much left to the imagination, is she?]
Oh, is it my turn now?
[To be pushed up against a wall. Cheeky bastard. (At least it isn't a grave.)
In the meanwhile, Sholmes allows his other hand to slip beneath the front of her sweater, trailing upwards to her chest.]
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Oh, is it my turn now?
[To be pushed up against a wall. Cheeky bastard. (At least it isn't a grave.)
In the meanwhile, Sholmes allows his other hand to slip beneath the front of her sweater, trailing upwards to her chest.]