[ the self-satisfied curl of her mouth momentarily falters; forming a soft "oh", at first. he'll find her soft and humid to the touch, and very, very warm. easy to glide those clever fingers between her lips, easy to get a tactile feel for how deeply Sprezzatura has been enjoying their game. suddenly the only thoughts in her brain are damn him and yes, more ]
Daring, Mister Sholmes. It's ... ah. Daring.
[ a breathy murmur, and definitely not a reprimand. she lifts her chin and holds his gaze, snaking her own hand down, covering his from the outside. and him still nearly perfectly put-together, no longer even on his knees...
she likes the look of him like this, too, though. ]
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Daring, Mister Sholmes. It's ... ah. Daring.
[ a breathy murmur, and definitely not a reprimand. she lifts her chin and holds his gaze, snaking her own hand down, covering his from the outside. and him still nearly perfectly put-together, no longer even on his knees...
she likes the look of him like this, too, though. ]
Mammon.