Oh god, he's going to kill her. She's going to die with Sherlock's face buried in her quim. That would be fine to write in her obituary too.
"Umm..." she says and the thoughtful noise turns into a moan as he starts licking her. And when he reaches her clit, her hips buck off the bed. She's not sure how he expects her to talk much less think right now.
"Alright...uh...Sunday was...quick...fingers...in bed when I woke." Her bed smelled like him still and that was all she needed. It didn't take long. "Mmm...Sunday....ah night. Right. I...um...used...a toy...soon as I got home. Came twice."
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Date: 2017-03-01 01:10 am (UTC)"Umm..." she says and the thoughtful noise turns into a moan as he starts licking her. And when he reaches her clit, her hips buck off the bed. She's not sure how he expects her to talk much less think right now.
"Alright...uh...Sunday was...quick...fingers...in bed when I woke." Her bed smelled like him still and that was all she needed. It didn't take long. "Mmm...Sunday....ah night. Right. I...um...used...a toy...soon as I got home. Came twice."