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[Sherlock Holmes movieverse] Meerschaum and crinolines

Title: Meerschaum and crinolines Fandom: Sherlock Holmes movieverse Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Holmes / Irene

Word Count: 607 (W)

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Come As You ' Not @ king fanfic_italia Because it is a costume:

Just say "movieverse" but then, Holmes

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How meerschaum is the trill of the skirts of Irene Adler who crowd in his hands, and crackling gliding chaotically suffused with a rustle of crinoline. Holmes has the scent of her painful stings the nose a point between the eyes, a feeling that would like to fight and can not, as taken from the task of undress as soon as possible. He would like to cancel smell and hearing to take a moment to grasp the meaning of rest, which would be more useful - sight and touch, but not to disdain the taste - but it is not possible, then it can only surrender to the current drawn by her and follow up to its logical conclusion. skirts Irene buckle to the waist, a pillow that rounds the forms of his hopelessly stuck between the rear and cut the surface of the table and remains there, crushed by her weight, tons linen sinuously while migrating to the ankles and closed boots that Holmes never have time to loose. But no matter: the lacy knickers now are far away, and arrogance with which Holmes crosses to let them imprison between the thin legs of her, amazed by the strength of his calves that are already an inextricable grip around his hips, still more surprised by the speed with which Irene has killed velvet jacket and shirt and subdued the bodice with a handful rigid but harmless well below the breast. Now neither of them can move more than necessary, but the hands are free and the rest does not need large displacements: Holmes will drop a below for reason of his trousers, absent-mindedly touched by the gesture of her sister, who no longer has a shade cloth to cover it but trembles silently under their fingers, as has been silent throughout their meeting so far. Holmes has stopped thinking for a while, but if you could only thoughts would be inconsistent and annoying. And without a thought comes into her care without the terrible thought that's freely give, but left to itself as a primitive savage in the urgency of having a woman and do it now. Irene sobbing his eyes towards the ceiling, a single low noise, and then immediately dominates whereas the next room is busy and can not be absolutely discovered. Holmes prefers it, would not like having to put a hand over her mouth, that lovely red mouth that is more open, with two rows of white teeth in sight.

sinks in the wet heat of his body and is happy, for once, you can put off the thoughts to a time to be determined but will not affect his mind clouded and crowded with an unmanageable chaos. Indeed, in his mind all is quiet except the echo of the rhythmic thrust that resonate in the brain as a hammer, and nothing else.

E 'in the climax, with two seconds left, and as a well balanced watch him tear his mind to himself with a sharp twist, sudden, unnatural, and it is for this absolute, inhuman control that Holmes can slide them to the end of a handcuff around his left wrist, and close the other in a round table inlaid.

ends out of her, Holmes, quickly produced in a handkerchief from his pocket, leaving her confused and gasping with pleasure that quickly retrieved the cardinal points, you question and outrage. The leaves

so, with that curious, almost comical, yet impressed in her eyes, and leave the room before the maid arrives already called at the top of the stairs.

not the first release that Holmes has left the building.