When she starts to move it's suddenly obvious his weight is probably poorly distributed on top of her. Somewhat clumsily--he's still a bit shaky and sensitive--he tries to maneuver his hips out from where they're still pressed between her thighs. (There's absolutely a wet spot over his still-fastened fly. He's not going back out without his coat buttoned all the way down.)
"I'll take your word for it."
He takes a moment to simply look at her, this remarkable, surprising woman who's invited him into her heart and her bed and made him want to explore them both.
And then, because he's Sherlock Holmes and his brain-to-mouth filter is never great even without the high of an orgasm mucking it up further:
"It's funny, they look perfectly fine when you haven't got a shirt on."
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Date: 2017-02-01 01:38 am (UTC)"I'll take your word for it."
He takes a moment to simply look at her, this remarkable, surprising woman who's invited him into her heart and her bed and made him want to explore them both.
And then, because he's Sherlock Holmes and his brain-to-mouth filter is never great even without the high of an orgasm mucking it up further:
"It's funny, they look perfectly fine when you haven't got a shirt on."