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

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

She yelped, straightening as her chest heaved. She nodded slowly, looking down at him, using all her will to remain standing as her body went haywire and she inhaled his scent.

She gasped, beginning to feel weak in the knees as she shivered in the biting wind. "God Holmes" she breathed, the words rough as if they had barely escaped her.

She locked her jaw, the muscles in her body tensing as she felt her heart quicken, something awaken in her as her chest visibly rose and fell faster. Surely he didn't know...

"Y..." The rest of the word stuck in her throat as he touched her chest, and she closed her eyes, sucking in a deep and shaky breath. "You don't" she finished unsteadily.

"I-" Natalie immediately let her go and frowned

"Uhm." She smiled and laughed in a breathless way. "Yes. But I'm not that nervous" she smiled politely as he seemed so uneducated in the ways of women.

She fell silent at the sight of his face, goosebumps raising on her skin as she shook slightly from cold. "What's wrong?" She asked timidly.

She could tell he was nervous and smiled sadly, pitying him as she ran a hand through his perfect curls and exhaling. "Sherlock." She whispered his name smoothly and slowly, like falling honey. "If you want, I can-"

She licked her suddenly dry lips, swallowing as she watched him in feigned indifference, though she hoped he couldn't hear her blood pulsing like she could as he did so.

"Alright..." She whispered, surprised by his demand. Though the severity in his voice always shocked her. She pulled the sweater off over her head, gasping as her cold raven hair touched the skin of her back. She had a tight and defined abdomen, despite her curves, and tried her best not to blush, as she stood before him in only a lacy blue bra and matching thong.

"I" she put her wet and cold hands on his wrists. "N-Now?" She whispered as she looked distractedly out to the drizzling sky.

After a few minutes the este alone wore off and she was left freezing and feeling very foolish as she trudged back towards Sherlock, who regarded her with that of a scolding father, and made her blush as she sat next to him, dripping and muddy.

"Actually you're not," she smiled, noticing she was pushing a c, not knowing that she was pregnant, so of course her cup size would go up from lactation. She unhooked her bra and ran her thumbs around her brown aureolas. "A shame your bra is an a..." She said in suspicion, eyeing her funnily.

She quickly slid out of bed, running out. Not again. She could have another meltdown like this. Not again. She ran out the door and stood, letting the rain run down her heated skin as her sobbing slowly subsided.

Adele slept, though by no means was it rest. It was horrid. People dying. People she loved. Then she relived it. In the car with Aaron, discussing a movie. But it was not just her fiancée. He seemed to switch with Holmes each time she glanced over. They were laughing, despite the rain that night. Then it happened. He threw his arm across her and she saw the lights, the sickening crunch as she slammed into the dashboard, pressed in on her and she sat bolt upright in bed, screaming.

Natalie groaned, quickly ridding Rosalie of her shirt. "Wow. " she panted

She did the same. Somehow, in an instant, that threat had changed everything. Had made her cold again. She realized that maybe it wouldn't work. They were too different. He was so calculating and technical, and believed nothing. How could she have believed he would fall for her? She mimicked his movements and slowly fell asleep, trying to block out the storm.

She locked her jaw and turned to him, withdrawing her hand. "I am not comforted by you lying for me, nor your attempts to make my crimes seem less severe. Because I live knowing I will go to hell, which you do not even believe exists. So perhaps silence is your best option" she breathed.

"I do" she whispered hoarsely, in a distant, disconnected way as she didn't turn to him. It was as if she were some regality, refusing the affecting or consoling of this suitor. "You could not. You would not dirty your hands" she whispered, her hand shaking slightly in his at a rumble of thunder.

Natalie pulled back, pausing. "I thought you were timid?" She inquired with a devilish smile upon her impish features.