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

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

Natalie slid her tongue against her lip, sighing as she hovered above her.

She bit her lip, burying her head in the pillow to hide her impressed smile, sighing internally at the sight, though she did wonder what his plan with one bed was. She pushed the thought from his mind, as it was just Sherlock, Master of Prudish ways.

"Good," she breathed, placing a hand against Rosalie's leg and leaning her over as their lips slowly met.

Awesome!! I'mgoing to make a student that has a crush on him!

She watched him with a cautious air, as this behavior was never the normal. She pulled the blanket up against her and her eyes followed him in the flickering candlelight.

"Me," she breathed, straightening to look down on her.

((ha he doesn't! It's true. I wonder what he was like in high school with all the hormonal boys making dirty jokes and stuff lol))

She nodded, though she doubted he could see it, and followed him silently, feeling as though she were in some horror movie. Yet she feared nothing with Sherlock.

"Rosalie. You need to make a decision" she breathed against her hot skin.

She did so, feeling like a young girl being led somewhere unpredictable, yet she felt safe and his thin, warm hand held hers in it, and she walked firmly along behind him. She never felt the need to ask where around him.

((It was the PERFECT balance of chivalric romance and sexual tension--and he didn't even notice!))

"How do you know that?" she asked quickly, turning to face him in the dark, narrowing her eyes in an attempt to see him. She leaned closer, afraid of another rush of lights, the loud noise that had been followed by the crush. That ended his life. That sent her into this spiral. She started back to reality and resumed her intense gaze.

((I loved it soo much. She was about to like flip out)

She sat up, nodding as she bit her lip and laughed quietly, looking down. It was dark, so her other senses took over this evening. She could hear his perfect, rhythmic breathing, his voice with its somehow sultry, logical tones. He smelled of some fantastic cologne she had never smelled before and the way he had touched her legs... she shivered, biting extra deep into her lip to keep from sighing at the memory.

((It was awesome when he did that btw. Very medieval or something))

I'm going to have a girl date him just for his car lol!

She gasped, falling and knocking the antique table over, landing with a thud and smacking her head on the hand-carved stone floors, yelping out as she began to laugh in fright, laying outstretched on the floor, tangled in her blanket.

She sighed, stretching, as she looked around the nearly dark room, suddenly unsettled by the fact that Sherlock had a knack for disappearing into the shadows like he had now. "No...just.. flashing lights and loud noises" she breathed in honesty, her eyes scanning for him as she stood. There had been a long pause, and she though maybe he had left the room.

"No. No you can't" she exclaimed, laughing, breathing down her neck.

She rolled her eyes, batting them heavily as she watched the tall shadow move about in the darkness. "N-" a clap of thunder shook the art on the walls and she jumped, gasping. She quickly composed herself, however and was still looking out the window. "Nothing."

"Oh don't act so schoolgirl" she huffed, shooting her a look.

She rolled her eyes, taking one and covering herself, pulling it against her chest. "Why do you look at me like that?" she asked sternly before falling silent and internally scolding herself as she looked down.

She hugged her and smiled. "Oh dear, it's alright."

"I.." she began, yet his next order cut her off. She sighed and made a face, yet she strode to the couch and sat gracefully on it, pulling her knees up to her chest. Not him. No. This was unlike him. He was practically inhuman. Yet he was so perfect...