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

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

"I--I don't know. Perhaps" she lied, as though she was most undeniably attracted to him, there was a certain imminence about him. She cleared her throat quietly and looked down.

A tall, perfectly curved blonde woman with deep dimples in a sports bra and boxers stood on the other side. "John I was wondering if... Well hello cutie" she smiled down at Rosie, licking her plump lips.

She frowned, her mind working to try and understand the unclear question. "When?" She asked bluntly, taking her heels off so that now she merely came up to his eyes and was quite shorter than him. It seemed the room was rolling in boiling heat from all the silent tension

((Lol she's coming over now))

John insisted and left the room, immediately followed by a rhythmic and sporadic knocking at the door.

She shrugged, hiding expertly the satisfying shot of adrenaline that seemed to rush to her brain each time he touched her. "I expected as much" she whispered, sitting up properly. "I don't ever talk when I'm home alone so up until now it hasn't mattered." She added, standing.

((Lol ok))

He sat her tea down wordlessly in the table next to her, picking up her suitcase. "I'll unpack your things" he whispered

She felt a shiver race up her spine. He did. Him. The man she new, if properly diagnosed, had severe mental issues including an aversion to being touched. But he did it anyway. She followed him, her heels clicking silently as she followed him closely. Only he could make her feel like her self again. The grad student studying physical psychology. Not the criminal.

((Yesss. I'll make her tomorrow. :) any ideas on her?))

"About what?" He asked, taking two cups and pulling the kettle off the stove.

"What?" She questioned, resisting the urge to place her hand on his neck to calm him, the other urge telling her to fear the tall and ominous man. Yet she stepped closer, knowing the curtains were closed, her brow for rowed. "What is it?"

((Oooh wow. Ok. What if I created a lesbian neighbor who is into her))

John watched her, concern carved into his face and his heavy brow. "What are you doing?" He questioned quietly.

Adele unlocked the door and walked in, hanging her keys and stepping inside the luxurious place, locking the door behind Sherlock as she stowed her coat and purse, remaining silent as she turned to him. "Why come here?"

She hesitated yet nodded and took his hand, her sexy and determined smile on her face. She walked to her car and got in, silently driving to the nicer end of town.

((Ill post first))

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((By how much?))

John put a kettle on,clearing a seat beside Gladston for her, glancing up to notice the rain as she sat.

She stopped in her tracks, the weight of his hand taking her breath away, turning around and looking up and trying not to drown in his ocean eyes. "Me or you one. " she said as some bitter attempt at humor. She began to reach for something in her purse but looked back up at him. "I know. But he took the only man who ever loved me" she whispered, her eyes darting around in a panicked way, reflective of a cornered animal.

"Never" he whispered gently, kissing her forehead as they began to walk inside from the cold loud London air.

((I was thinking there should be something with the baby. Like its an older mans or something. And is she straight?? And she's part of a gang?))

That, she had not anticipated. She brought her knee up sharply and hit it on the table, her pupils dilating in pain as embarrassment anger and sadness crossed her smooth features. She picked up her coat and purse lightening fast and stood, immediately turning. "I..." She caught herself on a lump in her throat and began to walk out.

John sighed, standing. "Come on. Lets not sit in the cold. Lets get you some tea." He smiled, standing in the doorway and looking back.

She smiled cooly, ending the foreplay yet not cutting the sexual tension as she leaned back and sipped her tea. "We'll if you can't deduce that then maybe you're not as great as I thought." She smirked, though she leaned in again for the incredible mans next response, leaning close to him.

((Yessssss. And what about it???))

((?))
"Oh well..." She leaned across the table a bit. "I could fix that" she smirked before sitting back, knowing he would never take her up on that offer but she gladly would. He was the only person she'd met with a brain like Aaron's. and his tall, thin build and perfect hair with his disjointed personality practically sent her reeling every time she saw him. But Moriarty had given her a job. Yet she had never intended on actually completing that job.