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

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

She seemed to consider his words, then nodded slowly against his hand. "I wore them because they made my job easier and eventually they were all I had" she whispered slowly, still too ashamed in her heart to meet his eyes.

"God you. I thought you were straight" she breathed, her hands roaming over Rosalie's small and barely formed butt. She gripped it before sucking on her neck and rubbing the crotch of her sweatpants. "Are you?"

She shook her head, not dare touching her face. She wouldn't let him know she was crying. That was weak. So she continued working on the zipper, starting to fumble with it as her vision swam wit tears.

Natalie led Rosalie to the room, smiling kindly, her other hand on Rosalie's stomach as she took the bra from her hands and laid it on the nightstand, walking to the big four poster.

She smiled, taking her by the hand and walking down a long hall. (Ill make a 221d))

She shrugged and sighed, blushing and hiding the embarrassment and pain she felt from the statement, busying herself with unzipping the dress as she tried not to cry at the fact that he thought her a whore. "I-"

"When" she purred, kissing her lips tenderly.

She smiled at the novelty of the term and dug her first of two dresses from her bag. An emerald green strapless with crystals. The she pouted, remembering that her heels were now ruined

"Oh. Baby I'll be a bunch of firsts" she whispered with a smirk.

"Certainly. Anything" she smiled, looking up at the rain as her deep dimples showed and she watched him, guessing as to the nature of his next question unknowingly.

She stopped and watched him in the mirror, his hair a mess. "Morning detective" she smirked, dabbing on her perfume.

She was standing at the dresser and using the mirror as she combed through her hair then worked on her makeup, humming quietly to herself

She was standing at the dresser and using the mirror as she combed through her hair then worked on her makeup, humming quietly to herself

Put on his discarded button down and buttoned it, seeing as it covered her well enough.

She woke the next morning before Sherlock, which she found odd. Seeing as her sweater was lying outside and she didn't exactly feel like slipping into her restricting dress, she

She sighed and quickly fell into a dreamless sleep against his chest

She lay against him, trying to avoid any discomfort, as her chest was quite large. She lay with her forearms crossed against his chest as she yawned quietly.

"God help me" she breathed, panting as she closed her eyes again, her hands stroking his smooth jaw, trying to calm herself as she felt her chest press against his wig each touch.

She opened her eyes then, her fingers overlapping his at the sides of his face as she watched him carefully in the darkness, studying every feature. It all seemed perfect to her.

"Sherlock" she panted, her hands working his tensed biceps as she breathed heavily, everything in her memory fading.