retroductions | reverie overflow.

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.

[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?

Is it not somewhat erotic, to you?

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.]

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.

[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.

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. ]

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.]

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

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

And where else are you sore, Sprezzatura?

Everywhere.

[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.

[ 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?

[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.]

[ 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.

[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.

[ 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...

[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?

[ Mammon. none of this has lost its effect. her stomach clenches in anticipation, and she turns her face into the pillow, nodding slowly. and until he stops her, that tail is continuing its steady writhe ]

I want to sit on your face tonight.

[He would be a madman to stop her, and instead just indulges himself in that sinuous touch. His fingers trail around her shoulder blades, only vaguely distracted now.]

Oh, then we are certainly in the wrong positions for that, Ms Vaux.

[ each pass he makes, the shivers lessen as Sprezzatura grows accustomed to the touch. that doesn't mean she enjoys the touch less, just that the trembling calms. ]

In time, Mister Sholmes.

[Acclimation is just as good. It means he's doing his job. Though the detective is now warbling between patience and impatience, given that her tail is presumably still in-between his legs.

Presses hard, massaging circles into the middle of her back this time. Leans in forward to kiss a shoulder.]

Don't fall asleep on me.

[ oh, it most certainly is! curving and coiling, the tip nestled at the small of his back while the rest does its work coaxing him into fullness.

the harder pressure earns a gasp, a pleasant jolt into the bed. ]

--You truly think you bore me? It would be blessing to be so quieted in my mind as to be bored...

Certainly not. Far from it.

[No, his ego is too big for that, and there is little else Sholmes likes less in this world than boredom to apply the descriptor to himself in any serious way.

He’s stiffening in his trousers, of course, matching the tempo of his massages to the rhythm of his hands, idly and instinctively. Another kiss.]

I only fear my touches are too effective in their relaxation techniques, skilled as these hands are.

And so humble...

[ her tail is, oftentimes, treated as a third hand. it is no less sure of itself than a hand would be--perhaps even more graceful and curious--and so she is well aware of him growing harder, that swell she happily rolls her tail over, urging him to twitch and press back against it. ]

Mammon. You make me want to do such things...

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