“This body is of one Sergei Kostyakov. When she turns to face the other woman, she assumes a guilty countenance one more, “Well shit. Porn sex I mean, unless you’d rather get rest…” she pauses, “sorry, I’m just projecting a little,” the academic explains with a little blush, “you’re the one that got so loudly fucked across the table!”
Holmes winces, “Oh God, I’m so sorry about that, I’ve really been so incredibly selfish tonight,” she bites her lip. You know how territorial us bulldogs tend to get. You say you’re not a dominant, but believe it or not, everything that makes you a good detective makes you an excellent mistress. are sealed,” she grins. And it hurt, saying the safeword, cutting him out like that. You’ve said sorry once and that’s more than enough for something that ain’t your fault, honey.” She offers a compassionate smile, “Look, this has been a tough night for you. The last time Grisley had seen her, the lanky little redheaded woman was a novice trainee at Scotland Yard, a mere four years ago, not overly long before he relocated his business to an adjacent country with, amazingly, even more mediocre weather than London.
