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

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

She reluctantly released his warm hand and long spindly fingers. She climbed in and cranked the engine, turning the heater on and watching him get in. "I still don't see why you care" she breathed, glancing across at him.

"Come in" she said flatly, her eyes still glued hypnotically to the tv.

She obediently laced their fingers as she strode alongside him, hiding her head against his arm from the wind, though her heart may as well have been torn out, shot through for the way he stiffened. She knew he could feel her shaking and felt self conscious, yet she smiled as she released him. "Should I drive?" She whispered.

Natalie lounged on her couch, eating popcorn, her door open as she slowly drifted in and out of sleep.

Her smirk slowly faded into a smile with the warmth of the sun. She swallowed and chewed on her lip for a moment before leaning up, her hands pressed against the rough fibers of his coat, her rose lips touching his forehead. She leaned over with her head near his ear, as she knew from the side it would seem as if she were only biting it. "Why do this for me?" She breathed in a voice that seemed barely more than the wind, leaning back and leaning her back against the wall, her careful eyes up at him.

She took it gingerly, her thin fingers shaking in fright against his coat. Yet her face and confident smile showed no sign of it as she buttoned her expensive wool coat. She turned out the lights and stepped outside, digging her hands in her pockets as her cheeks burned and her body revolted, trying to shrink away from the below freezing wind. She waited for him to lock the door and watched him pocket the keys neatly, turning back to her. Now this...she was good at. She placed a hand on his chest against his surprisingly firm chest, a placid, wind blown smirk on her lips. "And where do you think you're going, detective?" She whispered coyly.

((They are outside her house if you want him to show up tho))

((To kill Jamie and moriarty to avenge her husbands death. Sherlock has saved her from being detected and killed by Moriarty (for now) and they are on the run))

"Yes" she breathed. She had been going for the retro spy look, and pulled it off flawlessly. "You know he will be watching as soon as we walk out she breathed.

She obeyed, choosing a moderate outfit and a tight black dress, one pair of heels to match both, which she wore. When she finished she was in the hall with a simple large purse, which was easier to disguise as she waited patiently for him.

((Lol))
John sighed. It was 11:30. And Sherlock still wasn't home. He would be fine. He was probably researching their latest case. "We'll. goodnight. " he bid Rosalie, switching off the last lamp in the sitting area before retiring to his room.

She nodded, letting go of him. "Alright... What do you... Want me to do" she asked, trying to clear her thoughts. God she wanted him so bad. But he was obliviously Sherlock. And it made her want to scream more than any of this Moriarty stuff did.

((Lol you wanna skip to that night))

"I'll be fine" she said, though it lacked some conviction. She wanted more than anything just for him to hold her... "I'm dead anyways. I'm a killer" she whispered, her hand on his arm before she realized it.

You can if you want lol you don't have to tho

John appeared from down the hall, looking very flustered and upset as he held her purple thong. "Oh. Natalie." He smiled, shoving whatever ingredient she always needed for her "special brownies" into her hand, but not before she had laid a hand on the younger girls back and quietly invited her over for the night.

Yes and yes!!

"We'll I just needed some oil...but..now that you mention it," she cleared her throat and brushed her hand against the girls cheek. "You are an absolutely gorgeous person" she smiled with her deep dimples again

She rolled her eyes, removing her necklace. "Well I never planned to kill you in the first place because I...didn't. And so unless you report me I'm going to track down his right hand and cut it off, as he murdered my fiancée. Do whatever you feel you must. It doesn't change anything" she said firmly, yet her heart was racing and her breath shaky.

She stood in the door, smiling warmly down at her. Her body was soft and unrefined, yet it was so in just the right way. She but her lip for a moment. She had colorful tattoos up one arm and a nose stud. "So baby, you new here?"