Sherlock watches her, the shift of muscles under her skin as she moves. He's never thought to imagine how her bare shoulderblade might look when she stretches for something, or how a patch of sunlight might fall over the barely-visible ridges of her vertebrae, but now that he's seeing it he wants to write it into a line of music.
That is, after all, usually the best way he can think of to say things that are difficult for him to sort out into neat, clever words.
He sits up a little, watching her intently. Already he's resolved that if she tries to put on any clothes yet he'll voice an objection immediately.
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Date: 2017-02-12 02:52 am (UTC)That is, after all, usually the best way he can think of to say things that are difficult for him to sort out into neat, clever words.
He sits up a little, watching her intently. Already he's resolved that if she tries to put on any clothes yet he'll voice an objection immediately.