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

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

As she returned for his drinks she saw him in his awkward position and immediately rushed over, leaning down to his level with her small hand against his knee. "Are you okay Professor?" She whispered, her thin and arched brows furrowed in concern.

She nodded in consideration and opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by her portly yelling out her name in his cockney accent. She sighed, looking, for a heartbeat, how she felt inside. Tired and beaten. Yet she smiled once more as she stood and gathered the plates. "This isn't over. " she promised as she smoothly pocketed the tip and took most of his plates to the kitchen.

"I've killed seven people Sherlock," she whispered, turning onto her back as well, closing her eyes as she sighed deeply.

"Don't lie to yourself." She spat, then her resolve immediately softened as she watched his expression. "You can read it in me with all your knowledge. " she sighed,playing with her hair.

"No sir. Actually I was thinking of something you haven't really covered in your lectures, otherwise there would be no point in asking. I was referring to the recent conflict in India." She said, stacking plates and brushing her blonde bangs out of her eyes.

On!

"You've let people be killed by Moriarty. I'm a killer. What does it matter if one criminal dies?" She asked quietly, looking down as she wrong her hands nervously.

"Ohh..ya" she breathed, her eyes heavy lidded. "Perfect mind, perfect body..." she whispered, inhaling his scent and sighing as she listened to the rain. "Why did you save me?" she asked suddenly.

Jennifer sighed as she watched him, walking over to the booth and beginning to clear the plates. "Professor. I had a question about your views on how linguistics are affecting our modern day politics?" she smiled, watching him kindly.

"Ohh no.." She ran her hand through his hair again. "Fine. You are...possibly flawless," she whispered, turning and laying on her back again with a shiver and a sigh.

She laughed, pressing her hands against his chest. "And you are positively adorable" she smiled, which was no lie. She didn't say, though, how gorgeous his eyes and curls were, how she loved his height, and his just firm body.

((Sure))

She sighed, running her hands through her hair as she stared at the ceiling. She snuggled under the covers, as the goosebumps had returned in the disappearance of her adrenaline. "Of course you do. So. Analyze me now, Holmes," she whispered, facing him.

"Sherlock Holmes, is that a smirk?" She whispered, kissing him quickly once. She sighed and ran her hands absent mindedly through his hair, her arms resting on his shoulders.

"I...sorry." She whispered, letting her fingers slowly untangle as she blushed, thankful for the darkness as she looked away.

Jessica nodded, taking the menus from the two and smiling demurely as she turned and left to put in the orders.

She moaned and gripped him harder, wrapping her legs around his waist. This couldn't be happening. Sherlock. Sherlock. His name ran through her mind over and over and her fingers tangled in his hair.

She gasped at the heat in his kiss, timidly parting her lips as her hands pressed against his chest. She was never timed. Ever. Yet she was a completely different person in his arms.

"Well" only now did she realize she was out of breath just from being so close. "Do what feels right," she sighed, running a hand down his chest.

She groaned, sitting up and sighing. "Well I'm not doing anything because I don't know what you're comfortable with, Holmes". She huffed