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[Probably not strong enough to hold steadfast when she snakes her tail up like that. Sholmes shifts above her, not at all ashamed of the friction.]

Trying to test that theory?

[His thumbs press against her shoulder blades, rubbing in circles. Not hard enough to hurt, but pressure enough to encourage stubborn muscles to loosen.]

[velluminous]

Is that not what good detectives do?

[ his shifting sends a warmth through her, head to toe and back again. leaving her tail where it is, out of kindness ]

Mhh. There...

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If there’s anyone who can prove me wrong, you are one of them. But for now…

[Adjusts himself again, her tail kept tantalizingly near.]

You’ve not distracted me quite enough to qualify.

[velluminous]

[ well, now she's just going to run her tail against him all the more vigorously. it has a grace to it, the way the curves loop and shift over him where he lays against his thigh. ]

Then keep rubbing me.

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[Of course she does — he half expected it. And while his play at having a focus wrought of steel is only half-serious, too, Sholmes sucks in a breath; it would be embarrassing to unravel so easily, even if he rocks ever so slightly against her, anyway.]

I will, until you’re completely satisfied.

[And he does, to his credit. His hands are still as firm as ever.]

[velluminous]

[ hard to relax. her brain keeps replaying the hellish scream of the cages falling. she can smell the sweat on her, growing cool and stale. Sholmes straddling her, though, cannot be anything besides grounding; he is literally pressing her into the bed. ]

Can you... lower...

[ if he does, he will feel the way her lower back is all but seized. she carries all her tension there. it is not unlike trying to lead concrete. ]

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[Lower? He sits up, brings his hands down. Her back is indeed impossibly stiff, like all of her muscles have gone taut.

But Sholmes is very much aware of human (and in turn, tiefling, he assumes) anatomy, where to ease the muscles so that the rest can follow suit with a bit of encouragement. He balls his hands into fists and presses the sides of them against her back, kneading once more. Sometimes, a knuckle presses in.]

Tell me if this becomes too uncomfortable, my dear.

[velluminous]

Ah-hhh. [ mmhm, yup. it's sore. a small pinch appears between her brows; she turns her cheek harder into the pillow. not unbearable, just tender. it will help. ] ...I like having you on top of me like this.

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[Oh, yes, this part of her back is clearly where he needs to focus. He continues to work there, his brow quirking at her comment, bemused.]

Like this specifically?

[velluminous]

Is it not somewhat erotic, to you?

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Oh, it is. Do not misunderstand me.

[Hands moving at an even pace.]

But I can think of a few more erotic positions that require one person on top and less massaging. Or... I wonder, an equal amount?

[He laughs at his own not-exactly-joke.]

[velluminous]

I like your massage.

[ the heat of his hand, of her muscles being forced to relax. the pain gives way to relief and pleasure. ]

Shall you demonstrate to me these erotic positions? For academic purposes, of course.

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[For academic purposes, she says.]

For academic purposes, there is very little I will not do.

...But first, I'm making headway on these muscles of yours. I cannot give up on them until you are fully satisfied.

[velluminous]

They are muscle, not infantrymen struggling to pull through long night.

[ she does not seem disappointed that he wishes to continue, however. in fact, she adjusts herself with a pleasant little sigh, moving steadily further from the coiled tension of the game. ]

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No, but they are a problem that needs solving. You would agree with that, wouldn’t you?

[Slowly, slowly, steadily with pressure. He’s going to work those muscles loose with the heels of his palms.]

[velluminous]

It's so sore... you will have to kiss it all better...

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[He hums a noise of-- content? Anticipation? Both.]

And where else are you sore, Sprezzatura?

[velluminous]

Everywhere.

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[Well, she makes it almost too easy. Sholmes leans in a second time, pressing a kiss again to the back of her neck. Then another, a little lower. He can still work his hands the entire time.]

Everywhere? We may be here for a while yet.

[velluminous]

[ feels wonderful. if he is very, very astute, he will notice the fine hairs at her nape standing on end, tiny goosebumps beginning to form. maybe even the flicker of her pulse in the vein of her neck... ]

Would this be so bad...? Really?

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[He’s Herlock Sholmes — he notes all of the above. This time, he trails barely-there fingertips up the plane of her back. Can he send a shiver up her spine?]

I should very much hate to bore you.

[A lark. Neither of them will be bored this evening.]

[velluminous]

[ at first, it seems the answer is no, but when his fingertips brush just between her shoulder blades, they coax the shiver he wants. ]

I am not woman easily discouraged. Do that again.

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[Right between the shoulder blades. He makes note, of course. And Sholmes brushes his fingers down… then back up, lingering in that same spot a second time.]

I do like to see you react to my touch.

[velluminous]

[ this shiver is much more pronounced; she takes in a sharpish, soft breath and wriggles her tail between his spread legs. see how you like it. ]

And you like to feel... and taste...

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[He certainly does not dislike it. In fact, he shifts his hips forward a little into her wiggling tail, though it does not earn a shiver from him in the same way.]

I do. You'll let me have a taste tonight, will you not?