It's So Overt, It's Covert.
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*Irene was more than relieved to have finally silenced the man, for as much as she enjoyed holding a conversation with him she would have much rather continued on with what she was doing. As her lips worked against his she shut her eyes, pressing her chest flush against his as she deepened the kiss. Not a minute later she broke the kiss for air, brushing his bangs out of his eyes as she sat up straight in his lap* I do believe it’s been far too long, wouldn’t you agree Sherlock? *With a coy grin she slid out of his lap, reaching behind her and reaching for the lacing of her dress*
-Holmes’ hands remained in place on the armrests of the chair, not having had the chance to start working on instinct before she’d pulled away- … Far too long for-? -He broke off, watching her stand up. As she reached behind her for the lacing of her dress, he quickly caught on, pausing for a moment before picking up one of Watson’s old medical books from the side. He flung it off to the side, where it hit the open door and knocked it closed before he got to his feet and stepped up behind her, slowly beginning to untie the lacing that was keeping her dress up. His fingers brushed against her back as he moved lower, his eyes trailing over her bare skin for a moment-
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Forgive me, will you? *She batted her eyelashes, idly dragging her fingers along his jawline. When he refused to recall past events she jut her bottom lip out in a pout, deciding to rid him of his pipe once more; though instead of smoking it herself this time she set it aside and cupped his face* Do you remember? Perhaps, since I remember so clearly, I should refresh your memory.
Of course. -He murmured around the pipe, watching her face as she trailed her fingers along his jaw. He should’ve been expecting her visit to turn out this way, since it was rare that she’d ever not use her charms on him when they were alone. When his pipe was plucked from his lips he arched an eyebrow, watching her set it aside before she was cupping his face again- I do remember, yes- -He was cut off by Irene’s lips pressing against his, and he paused for a moment before his lips moved against hers-
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Did I? Must have slipped my mind, silly me. *She chuckled, watching in amusement as he stole his pipe back. As he took a few puffs, recalling when in fact their last time spent together had been, she took it upon herself to begin running her fingers through his hair* Ohh, so you do remember. Well then Sherlock, do you recall what we did during our last time together? You seem so good at recalling the details that I imagine you would be able to refresh my memory. *Irene smirked, cupping his face between her hands as she slid off of the arm of the chair and into his lap instead*
Yes, how very silly. -he murmured absent mindedly, his eyes still fixed across the room as he took another long puff on his pipe. At her question he cleared his throat, pursing his lips slightly around the stem of his pipe. He remembered it perfectly, in fact; he never forgot anything. When she slid onto his lap he was drawn from his thoughts, feeling her hand running through her hair as he turned his head slightly to look at her as she cupped his face in her hands- Yes, I do remember. And so do you, Irene, so I have no need to ‘refresh your memory’ at all.
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Ah, yes, that’s what you called it; a consulting detective. *Irene stood her ground as he went and took a seat for himself, watching closely before striding over and taking a seat on the arm of his chair. After he had taken a few puffs she snatched the pipe away from him, examining it closely before taking a puff of it herself, maneuvering herself so that she could strewn her legs across his lap* You always have your suspicions. Though if you must know, I came to alleviate some boredom. It’s been some time since we’ve had ourselves some time together, wouldn’t you say?
I’m fairly certain you knew that already, Irene. One of my cases is how we met, if you remember. -He watched her as she took a seat on the arm of his chair and heaved a sigh when she snatched his pipe away, leaning back more in his seat as she draped her legs over his lap. Once she’d taken a few puffs for herself, he slipped the pipe out of her mouth and into his, puffing thoughtfully for a moment as he looked across the room- Indeed, it has most definitely been a while. I do believe it’s been, roughly, three years and two months since we’ve spent any time in each other’s company. Granted, my touring the world tracking down Moriarty’s men would have played a major factor in that.
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Suit yourself, darling. I would have been more than willing. And please, must you always be so negative? Can I not simply pay a visit to my favorite detective? What was it you called yourself again? *She smirked, pushing off of the desk and stepping around him before leaning close enough to press a chaste kiss to his cheek* But in all honesty, I did miss you, Holmes. Is it too much to ask you to believe me for once? You catch my fancy and keep me entertained, Sherlock.
I’m sure you would, Irene. -He arched an eyebrow slightly at her questions, shaking his head- A Consulting Detective? -Watching her walk past him, he allowed himself a brief smile when she kissed his cheek before turning on the spot to walk over to his armchair, taking a seat. He stuffed his pipe with tobacco before lighting it, taking a few puffs- Perhaps. But that has never been the case before so you cannot blame me for having my suspicions.
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That’s the truth if I ever did hear it. *Irene simply leaned back, humming softly to herself as she watched him retrieve item after item. Her eyes followed his movements, smirking to herself when she saw him actually go so far as to lock the drawer he placed his belongings in* Oh, but that’s half the fun in our meetings; you finding out where I’ve hidden everything. Now, care to inspect anywhere else, Mr. Holmes? Or are you content with simply perusing my bodice?
I believe I’m done, Irene. -He leant back, sliding his hands into his pockets as he looked down at her- Now, would you care to explain to me why you’re here, or are we going to play that game where you pretend you’re here because you missed me and I’ll just simply nod along? Because we both know you always have another reason, besides simply wishing to see me.
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Such a bold statement, though if you aren’t concerning yourself with worrying about rumors, neither shall I. *Another smile before she removed her arms from around his neck, brushing her hair back and watching him closely as he slid his hand inside her dress to retrieve his stolen items. She couldn’t help but chuckle, flashing him a flirtatious grin* My, my.. Sherlock. If you wanted to do this you should have just asked from the start. Do you treat all your guests like this?
Perhaps bold, but not untrue. If I were to concern myself with what others thought of me I would never get anything done. -He arched an eyebrow further at her shrewd comments, rolling his eyes briefly as his fingers grasped the black book and he pulled it out, tucking it into his desk draw before sliding his hand back into her dress to retrieve his pens- No, because not all of my guests steal my belongings and then hide them in their dresses. -He muttered, retrieving the pens after a moment to drop them into the draw and close it, locking it shut- There.
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