She meets him with a hunger that matches his own, and Sherlock pulls her in tight, hands sliding under her coat to pull her close to him by her hips. For a few seconds all he can focus on is the urgent need to refamiliarize himself with the feel of her tongue against his and the press of her body flush against his own.
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Date: 2017-02-24 03:55 am (UTC)God, but he's missed her.