reverie overflow.

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[How else would he get you to agree.

Now, then. Hand in the same spot, he presses gently again.]

And now?

[velluminous]

[ it just feels like pressure. ]

Perfect bill of health.

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[Good. He smiles, his fussing hereby receding. Sholmes' hand remains where it is as he leans in.]

As it should be. See, that was not so difficult.

[Gives her a kiss; it's almost a thank you for letting him heal her.]

Now we might do whatever we please.

[velluminous]

[ she gets the distinct impression that she was, in fact, bribed. like this, though, you can almost pretend neither of them just had to play that awful elevator game, and no one died. no one's blood is on her hands. you can almost pretend. ]

What would please you, detective?

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[Is there not merit in taking comfort in others in the wake of something to terrible? Something to put distance between the memory of swaying up so high, of plummeting downwards so quickly.]

Firstly...

[An arm around her, bringing them both down to flop onto the mattress together, side by side.]

To lie these weary bones down. And after that, perhaps you'd let me touch you, in ways that I have not been able to in such a long while?

[velluminous]

[ it's nearly been a month, she realizes with a strange pang. is it right to call it a pang? ]

Oh, please.

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[Puts an arm across her first, brings her close.]

If you’d rather only rest…

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No, no.

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[He didn’t think so.]

Good.

[Now that her ribs won’t bother her, surely she won’t mind Sholmes moving his hand down lower to slip it beneath her top? His touch is warm; she feels warmer.]

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[ no, she won't. in fact, she quietly takes his wrist and urges his hand further beneath, skin on skin. both of us living. ]

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[Both of us living, both of us survived to tell the tale.

He smiles at her, softly. His hand smooths over the curves of her body, trailing up above her hip and the valley of her waist that follows after.]

It’s comforting, to feel you like this.

[velluminous]

[ quiet, eyes half-lidded. her hair spills around her ]

And you say you are not romantic.

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[His own blond, poofy hair is strewn as haphazardly as one might expect from Sholmes. His thumb strokes at her skin - calloused fingers.]

Hmm. Shall I tell you a secret?

[velluminous]

[ musician's fingers. she would like to hear him play again, someday. ]

Tell me.

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[Musician’s fingers. A chemist’s fingers. A detective’s, always so thorough.]

I’m far more sentimental than I seem. In fact, I was once even called a “softie”.

[velluminous]

[ her muscles flutter beneath them ]

Hard-boiled detective like you? Defies belief.

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[He feels that, too. He trails a little higher — to just beneath the curve of her breasts.]

Indeed. But perhaps I cannot deny it fully. For what is a “romantic” but a man who is only a single step away from a “softie”?

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[ her gaze roves his face; the way his hair falls, his quiet smile, the warmth of his expression. it all seems so alien. ]

Thank you.

[ for not letting her run away ]

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[Gently, his brow raises. He can guess at her thanks; he does not feel he needs any mode of clarification.]

...I should thank you, instead. For taking the chance.

[For putting a small amount of faith in this.]

[velluminous]

Please kiss me.

[ unlike Henry, Sholmes gets a "please" ]

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["unlike".... when did she ever ask Henry to kiss her

But Sholmes' eyes twinkle a little more at the request.]

As the lady wishes.

[And shifts closer, uncaring for the hair strewn across his forehead, and presses his lips so very gently against hers.]

[velluminous]

[ it's more like... Henry simply could not get that word out of her in our PSL...

but this? this is a very gentle kiss—verging on too gentle. like she's kissing a piece of fine china. she curls onto her side proper so she can bring one knee up between them and tangle her tail in with his ankles ]

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[maybe she could say it one day to NICE henry who did NOTHING wrong

Anyway. What's the rush, Sprezzatura? He is sure a gentle kiss will not stay gentle for very long, and he wants to indulge in it while he can.

Her tail snakes between them, rounding his ankles, securing their closeness. Now, his hand strays with more boldness than before; palming her breast, still languid, still patient. His lips part, at least, in encouragement.]

[velluminous]

[ this is different than during the bingo game, when she was half out of her mind with guilt and worry over something as simple as a kiss. her mind is no calmer now, but that's not Sholmes' fault. they lived. for one more day, they lived.

at the new pressure of his hand, and the soft sensation of his lips parting, she takes and releases a slower breath through her nose, brow pinched in concentration. murmurs, ] Mmn.

[ there is so very much of her to touch. she lays her hand in the crook of his elbow, encouraging ]

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[There’s no true escape from the lingering shadow of the elevator game, there’s only easing the wounds it might have caused them — more mental than physical at this point. But they lived, and they can cling to that together.

He likes the taste of her, just as he did before. He could linger there longer, but he does detract just enough to roam his eyes across her face, taking in those pinched brows.]

Allow yourself to relax.

[His hand remains where it is, full of her, squeezing slightly. The other moves over to her shoulder, rubbing with more pressure. Stress relief.]