KBelle’s Comments (group member since Oct 27, 2013)

KBelle’s comments from the Sherlock Holmes Advanced RP group.

"I-" she stopped and pursed her petal pink lips as she thought, her pale blue eyes sparkling. Then the corners of her mouth curled back into their usual upward direction. "Whatever you do," she smiled, glancing over at him and moving so she held onto his arm instead of his hand.

((Aww darn ok))

((What now?))

She put it in gear, sighing as she headed back to town, pulling her phone out and calling Moriarty to check in.

She slammed the door, leaving her heels and sweater on the porch as she strode out to her car, starting it up. She sat there. God know how long. And leaned against the steering wheel, watching the still windows as the heat slowly thawed her out. And the tears came.

She smiled inside. A bittersweet one; bitten by the cold fact that she saw the bitter cold and hate in his eyes. Yet she had saved the man she loved. She picked up her bag, still in his shirt as she pulled her weapon and keys from it. She took one last fleeting glance at him, passing him as she made her slow way down the stairs.

"Do not lie to yourself Holmes. You can read it on my face. " she whispered hoarsely, taking his hand. "Think if what has happened. Me? ...And you?" She gave a short laugh, though it tore her very soul to do so. "No, detective"

She sighed and ran her hands through her hair, trying to find the strength to say the words, as though she was confessing. "I was supposed to come with you. To-to do this. It was part of the plan. But I cannot. I cannot let myself live knowing you will be driven mad!" She breathed, employing her best skill at lying.

She received the kiss but did not return it, leaning back and taking his wrists in her hands, pulling then away from her. "No. That's the point. Because I will die. And it will tear you apart. " she fell silent. She had to lie. It was the only way. "That's why I'm here. " She whispered and held his gaze. "I'm completing my mission"

"Sherlock" she reached up and pulled his shoulder so he faced her, and nearly cried out in fright at his expression. "He told me he would destroy everything you cared for. And then you. I only realize now that he never meant to kill you, because that would be too easy. You'd be gone from pain. He knew this would happen. Knew I would... Fall for you. He seeks only to tear you apart" she whispered in a hurry, as if she feared she wouldn't finish her words in time.

"You will try not to let him". She but her lip and sat barely perched on the edge of his bed. "But he is Moriarty. He will find a way. "

"I know" she whispered, failing to hide the fear that overwhelmed her, leaving her like a Doe, cornered by men. She suddenly realized how she was clinging. To his arms.

"We'll y'know. Boobs and curves improve eveything" she laughed, her eyes on him as she smiled, then it slowly fade and she fell silent. "What are we going to do?" She whispered.

She seemed nearly to understand, and held onto his wrists as he did so, her fingers drumming against them. Then she let go and leaned against the bed, watching him, his oversized button down on her smaller frame doing her complete justice.

She sighed, her head pressed against his chest. I love you... I love you so much... Was all she could think, though she kept it in

((Sure. You first?))

She opened her mouth then closed it, looking up to him with sad and pleasing eyes as she set the dress down and nodded, pressing her back deeper against him.

((Do you want to?))

She obeyed, yet felt a sting of pain, like she been betraying this perfect man all this time by dressing this way. "Yes?" She whispered.

Natalie smiled, pulling down her sweatpants and reaching over, touching her radio and swaying to the smooth jazz as she began to rub again and smiled, leaning back. "You wax? Naughty girl. Let me hear more about you" she begged, bending over to suck her bounty from her right nipple, one hand working. Each of her wet openings.