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

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

"Whatever you want," she breathed, her eyes like warm coals in the otherwise pitch black room. "Anything" she breathed with a smile, distracted from the storms.

"Every extra moment, sir" she smiled, holding onto her serving tray, smiling sweetly

((Lol duh))

She furrowed her brow at him in a mixture of emotions. "You don't like the feeling?"

"My name is Jessica, professor," she smiled sweetly in her French accent. She scrawled his order down. "I'm in your night class"

She opened her mouth and had begun to say love, but stopped short, unsure of how he felt. She interlocked their fingers and looked from him to their hands. "It is not a science Sherlock. I cannot tell you why. You just...know it and enjoy it" she giggled

Jessica came back to his side in her usual saunter, smiling vibrantly. She was aching inside from her third "low day" this week, but his it. "Yes sir?" She asked, leaning intently against the booth

She smiled hotly, her hand trailing down his chest a bit. "Oh Sherlock. I'll let you figure that out yourself. " she purred, removing both her hands from him.

"It. You don't know it, Sherlock" she purred, her hand back on his chest as the other enjoyed his curls. "You know everything under the sun but this" she taunted.

Yes!!! So sorry!!

She laughed in her airy way, turning back to him and sighing, her head against his chest. "I just find it amusing that you don't know it all" she smiled, leaning back to look at him as her leg laid against his.

Jessica worked her usual shift behind the counter, waiting on the patrons at the stools. And then she saw him. Professor Malik. Her heart leapt. It sang with joy. A few quick words to his waitress and she picked up his tea, checking her makeup and adorable braid in the mirror. Her burgundy sweater and tight shorts, thankfully, looked perfect under her apron as she trotted over to his table, a sweet "here you are" coming with his tea.

Natalie parted her mouth wide for her, her hands trailing down her back to grip the globes of her butt as she smiled in a growl.

She gave a suppressed and demure laugh, her hand falling from his chest. "Oh Mr. Holmes. I thought you were smart!" She teased, leaning away in a taunt.

She smiled and moaned, pressing her body against Rosalie's.

Jessica is available!

Name: Jessica Lynn Pratt
Nickname: Jessie
Age: 21
DOB: December 21st
Place of Birth: Paris
Language(s) Best Spoken: French, English, German, Dutch

Appearance:




Dressing Style:
http://www.polyvore.com/college_stude...
http://www.polyvore.com/college_bound...
http://www.polyvore.com/metamorphosis...

Distinctive Markings: Spatterings of freckles across her shoulders and thighs

Body Type: Short for a woman, with with curves in just the right places

Personality: She may sit at the back of the class, but she's about a thousand times smarter than you! Though she does not feel the need to talk constantly like her peers, she stands up for what she believes. She is, however, quiet and quite lost at times, and wishes for someone to spend life with.

Profession: Studying to become a translator. Attending City University, where she has a crush on her linguistics professor

Mannerisms/Quirks: She clicks pens. Constantly. And twirls her hair, and bites her nails.

Beliefs: Roman Catholic

Family: orphan
Friends: none to speak of
Pets: no time
Other: She has a rare terminal form of cancer

She slowly felt the feeling in the pit of her stomach grow, yet she new not to make any unwarranted actions. Sherlock liked to be in charge, and any movement unsolicited by him could all together end this. She let her thumb stroke the smooth ridges and valleys of his strong chest, sighing.

"Alright," she whispered back, smiling a tad, sadness buried deep in her eyes. A soft hand found its way to tangle in his brown curls as she bit her lip.

She jumped at the lightening, unable to keep herself from burying her head in his chest a moment. She leaned back and sighed, a hand against his strong chest. "Sorry" she whispered, feeling a rush up her spine as their legs touched.

She nodded, trying her best to hide the excitement coursing through her as she sat up and let her hair down, shaking it out before laying back down, swallowing hard as she watched him walk to the bed, inhaling his scent.