[His detective's gaze rakes across her topless form in earnest, his constantly whirring mind hungry for every detail. The angle of symmetrical curves, if she possesses any scars or the notable lack of them, the shape of where her skin has darkened in a flush, mimicking the shape of his own.]
A foregone conclusion.
[He did not need the hint, smiling lopsidedly; Sholmes bends down to tug off his shoes and socks, first, letting them thunk to the floor with as much care as his jacket and sweater. And then he works on the button and fly of his trousers with deft fingers, sliding both these and his pants free.
They pool at his ankles. It leaves him naked before her, his cock hard, swollen, and aching -- such glaring evidence of his arousal. Uselessly, his mind notes the chill of the motel's room, now that he is completely bare to it.]
no subject
A foregone conclusion.
[He did not need the hint, smiling lopsidedly; Sholmes bends down to tug off his shoes and socks, first, letting them thunk to the floor with as much care as his jacket and sweater. And then he works on the button and fly of his trousers with deft fingers, sliding both these and his pants free.
They pool at his ankles. It leaves him naked before her, his cock hard, swollen, and aching -- such glaring evidence of his arousal. Uselessly, his mind notes the chill of the motel's room, now that he is completely bare to it.]