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He stormed into 221b in a way he had never done before, eyes searching for Sherlock quickly and when he found him, the tip of his umbrella was moved to press under his chin, pushing his head back just slightly.
"What have you done to my brother?"
[ ...teacher sex. If you can come up with ANY scenario for this, I'd applaud you. What even? ]
[ I don't know how to come up with something for this which is not how to train your dragon. ]
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Jim had often felt the burning need to steel kisses from the detective, as well as the interesting dragon, but he had no idea that it too worked the other way round. Apparently it did, he realised when hot lips pressed against his and a moment later he was looking into yellow, almost orange eyes.
Jim grinned up at the dragonkin and moved a hand up into his hair, rubbing through it as if he was praising him, before tugging it back at once. "The first move is mine, darling. You know it is."
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She is curiously arrayed, and carries herself with an air of grandeur despite this, and despite the fact that she's running like Daleks are after her. Her Edwardian dress with frills, and velvet abound (a dandy in the wrong era). A bowler hat is cocked at a rakish angle. There is a question mark (blaring emerald green), and a bit of celery pinned into that hat. An inconveniently long, multi-striped scarf is wrapped several times about her, and the beaten leather duster she's wearing, and her trainers squeak obnoxiously loud on the floor as she skids to a halt. She readjusts the bow tie, and clears her throat. " 'Scuse me," she says in a soft voice. She's almost breathless from running. "Quick question. Well, several questions. What year is it? Where am I? Who are you, and where was I going?@
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Jim flashed the other a grin as he buried his hand into the mess of dark curls. Smaug's eyes fluttered, though re-opened and showed Jim yellow orbs. "Glad you came," he spoke sensually, his breathing already speeding up at the close proximity and the smell that came off the dragon-kin. The will to sink his teeth into that neck was large, but first there was something else he needed to do, so he pulled Smaug down roughly and crashed their lips together, his hand knotting into the dragon-kin's hair painfully, though very, very passionately.
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cancer meme: A faked insincere smile and a cold look was all he gave her, however obvious that facade was, as it was no secret that she had somehow broken through to him. In her own way, that was. "After everything that didn't kill you..."
Irene didn’t even look at him as she continued to look out the window. It was just something that was passed through her family, and she was more than fully aware of this. Even her father was going through chemotherapy treatments as well.
She readjusted her bandanna and tried to hide the pain that was on her face. “Sherlock… please.” Was all she could muster out.
