round 4 day 4, afternoon

[bitofafiction]

Characters: Theta Buckley and Sherry Holmes
Format: prose
This log is: closed
Location: let's start with the gym
Summary: Sherry and Theta investigate the unknowns of her new Ability ring.
Warnings: none at time of posting ...kind of kinky flirting? Also identity issues. And then REALLY kinky flirting.

Originally they were headed to the library, but Sherlock agrees that the gym makes a much more logical destination given the circumstances.

He follows Theta there, hands tucked in his pockets, thinking.

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[bitofafiction]

If this were Tony...

Well, it isn't.

Sherlock has his suspicions nevertheless.

"Yes, sir," he murmurs.

[ergaleomancer]

She takes in a breath, a short, pleasured little sound. Then she swings her cane like a bat, smacking him firmly across the rear. She's still being careful about how hard she hits him--it's only a game, after all.

Strange game, that it could make her breath catch and her heart flutter like this. "Next time," she says, pausing to give him another smack across the rear. "When I ask you a question," she smacks him again. "You give me a straight answer." Another smack.

Then she gives him a smack with each word, shorter and sharper. "Is. That. Clear."

[bitofafiction]

Suspicions confirmed.

His voice when he answers is low and soft and perfectly clear. He cannot recall the last time he felt this peaceful; it makes him more than a little homesick.

"Definitely."

[ergaleomancer]

She pauses for a moment, panting a little bit as she sweeps her eyes up and down his body. "Does that...feel nice? Shall I continue?"

Her cheeks are crimson by that point, but she can't bring herself to care. It...felt nice as well, to be the one to swing the cane at him.

[bitofafiction]

"I am not sure that nice is the word," he says thoughtfully. "And I think we should talk before we do any more of it."

[ergaleomancer]

She took a deep breath and nodded her head. "I, ah... Yes, I...got caught up in the moment. I think... Yes, talking would be good....come sit down. ...Please."

[bitofafiction]

Sherlock smiles, turns, and sits.

"All joking about impropriety aside, Miss Buckley, what are we about?"

[ergaleomancer]

Her expression becomes puzzled at that, and she takes a deep breath to try to clear her head. "I'm...not quite sure I get your meaning, Mr. Holmes..."

[bitofafiction]

"I mean I am not sure where this game of ours is going, and I want to find out."

[ergaleomancer]

"It's...all in good fun, isn't it? It's like a word game, it's just been elevated a bit..." The uncertainty showed in her voice.

[bitofafiction]

"If that is how you think of it, then yes."

[ergaleomancer]

Suddenly, it felt like she was turning something down. She took another deep, nervous breath, trying to get her bearings and carry herself boldly. "Why? How else would you take it? You had something else in mind, didn't you?"

[bitofafiction]

"I try not to theorize in advance of my data, but it seems as though we are becoming fond of one another."

[ergaleomancer]

Her expression cleared for a moment--acceptance, agreement, and...crushing sadness. She hung her head. "Female ergaleomancers lose their status if they court anyone. I...think your theory is most apt, but..."

[bitofafiction]

He looks down at his hands.

"I don't believe either of us will be seeing home anytime soon."

[ergaleomancer]

She thought on that for several long moments before she did anything. When she did move, her movements were slow, careful, and deliberately trying to hide her nerves. She reached over, trying to take one of his hands in hers.

"I am...growing quite fond of you quite quickly."

[bitofafiction]

Sherlock lets her take his hand, lightly intertwining their fingers.

"I am growing similarly fond," he admits.

[ergaleomancer]

"It's...a strange hobby we have in common... What do you think of it?" she asked. Hopefully he knew what was going on, she certainly had no idea what had possessed her. Though she knew she'd do it again if she had opportunity.

[bitofafiction]

"Not so strange as all that. I've read books about it," he says serenely.

[ergaleomancer]

"Other people do such things...?" she asked, partially incredulous about the whole thing. "I still don't even know what possessed me..."

[bitofafiction]

"They do it, they write books about it, they have constructed an entire subculture on the strength of it. It's lovely."

[ergaleomancer]

A faint blush rises to her cheeks again, and she moves to stand. "Then we need to go to the library. Now."

[bitofafiction]

"By all means," he says, following.

[ergaleomancer]

Her limp is more exaggerated when she's trying to walk quickly, but right now she doesn't care. She'd rather get there fast, and she even hurries forward to open the door for him when they get there.

[bitofafiction]

He blushes a little as he steps through it.