"Much," she says as she takes in the rumpled mess that is Sherlock Holmes in her bed. His hair is sticking up at all sorts of angles, his cheeks are rosy and his pupils are dilated in a way she's only ever witnessed when he's high (on drugs or just murder). Maybe she can get him addicted to a new kind of high.
She smiles and there's a bit of mischief in it as she moves to straddle his thighs, tucking her legs underneath her so as to not put the whole of her weight on him. This is a much preferable angle to rid him of his shirt and she takes no time in leaning forward to capture his lips with hers while her hands start to make work of the tiny buttons.
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Date: 2017-01-29 04:47 pm (UTC)She smiles and there's a bit of mischief in it as she moves to straddle his thighs, tucking her legs underneath her so as to not put the whole of her weight on him. This is a much preferable angle to rid him of his shirt and she takes no time in leaning forward to capture his lips with hers while her hands start to make work of the tiny buttons.