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

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

She held up her hands in innocence. "Hey. Sorry mate. I didn't mean it" she whispered

Her hands held his long and thin wrists and she furrowed her brow with concern, a deep frown upon her features. "Why do you frown?" she begged of him, beginning to warm up. She let go of him and rubbed her arms, trying not to think of the way he had touched her legs, as she knew that would haunt her dreams for a while.

She rolled her eyes and pulled his shoulders so he face her. "Sherlock Holmes. Don't put this on me. You're the one who suddenly won't look at me. What's bitten you?" She whispered.

She rolled her eyes and pulled his shoulders. "Sherlock Holmes

"Rosie, right? I heard your uncle" she replied with a smug look on her thin face.

"Oh..." She groaned, walking light footed lay after him into the kitchen. He stood wringing the towel out over the sink and she leaned on the counter. "What's got you miffed?" She asked, ignoring the fact that there were goosebumps crawling across her skin from the cold.

Natalie laughed at the girl, rustling her hair as she watched her, smiling.

Natalie laughed lightly. "Of course you don't" she smiled, sitting up and patting the couch beside her.

She threw her arms up in the air. "I forgot hem. So either find me some or stop being so prude-ish Holmes," she snapped, raising her brow as her chocolate eyes studied him

"Then why did you come" she inquired with a broad smile.

She unzipped the dress, letting it slide down and shimmying out of it as she sighed. She slid her oversized gray Oxford sweater over her head. It fell to the top of her creamy white things, but it seemed she had forgotten pants at home in her hurry. "You can look now" she notified him, putting her clothes back in her bag.

She snorted in laughter, sitting up. "Oh right...because you're so opposed to that"

Yes!

"Almost" she smirked, tousling her hair as she laughed.

"Bloody hell Holmes. Yes I'm alright" she groaned, leaning back and tucking a strand that had fallen from her bun back in place. She stood, turning him carefully so his back was facing her. "Don't look" she said with a hint of honey in her voice. I'm going to take my dress off and put my sweatshirt on" she breathed

"Ya. Schoolgirl" she mocked with a smirk.

She nodded a thank you to him, as the words she needed seemed to be hanging tauntingly just out of grasp, and a nearly silent exhalation escaped her as she closed her eyes and her breath began to match her racing heart.

"Oh don't act so innocent" she laughed, crunching on more of the kernels.

Her fingers visibly gripped the edge of the couch as she seemed to have a lump in her throat she couldn't swallow, her lips slightly parted. She licked them and blinked heavily as she watched him, holding her breath without noticing, afraid to move or speak for fear of ruining this fleeting side of him.

She felt her heart leap into her throat, racing at an insane speed, her breaths slow and deep as she tried to calm herself. Why did he make her feel this way? And her mind raced but she seemed unable to form a complete thought.