[ she actually gasps, very softly—his daring rewarded by an instinctive clench. paradoxically, it's his hand that feels so very warm. a satisfying, achy heat. ]
...Herlock. [ she reaches up and reels him in by the nape, close enough to hear her breath shuddering and see the sweat speckling on her brow. some of her imperious affectation has faded when she says: ] Will you undress for me?
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...Herlock. [ she reaches up and reels him in by the nape, close enough to hear her breath shuddering and see the sweat speckling on her brow. some of her imperious affectation has faded when she says: ] Will you undress for me?