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It's a Saturday, nothing special about it.

Kite, having done all of the homework she plans on doing and unable to settle on what to do next, grabs for her phone.

She calls Tony's house. (Nothing special about that, either.)

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Slowly, carefully, she lifts her other hand from his throat.

She slides it around to the back of his head, pulling him up as she leans down to kiss him.

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It is with heavy irony that he realizes his breath just caught in his throat.

He inhales deliberately and kisses her. There is not a trace of Tony about him now. The gentle slowness, the attention to detail, the slight sense of wonderment—they are all his own.

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Kite can't help the soft, surprised noise she makes.

(It's almost unsettling how different he is now.)

She slips her other hand behind his neck.

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Sherlock brings his own hands up to cradle her jaw as his teeth graze her lower lip.

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Her breach hitches in anticipation.

Her tongue flicks out against his lips, testing.

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He parts his lips for her without hesitation.

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The kiss is careful but not cautious.

(She has to relearn him.)

It starts out slow, but her hands are soon gripping tighter and there is a hint of teeth in the kiss.

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Sherlock welcomes the teeth, too.

He seems almost—

apologetic.

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She doesn't want his apology.

(Apologies are too close to pity and pity is insulting.)

She doesn't bite him outright, but it's a near thing.

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And if he bites back?

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Well, now.

She chuckles softly into his mouth.

And then it is a bite.

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He grins into hers, and kisses with renewed vigor. Not to mention teeth.

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She slides backward off his hips and onto his thighs, shifts her hand from neck to shoulder to pull him further upright.

"You twisted little fucker," she says between kisses.

(It sounds rather fond.)

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"I can hardly deny it."

He laughs as he follows her up.

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"Please," she says, laughing in turn.

"You'll end up getting it as a tattoo."

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Sherlock kisses the side of her neck.



It occurs to him that the fact that he knows so much about how she and Tony have sex is several kinds of incriminating.

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"I mean," she continues, tilting her head to offer more of her neck,

"that was some impression you did. Need to work on the more subtle reactions, but getting called someone else's name during sex will do that to anybody.



You must have done...an awful lot of research."

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Oh, what the hell. He makes a joke of it.

"You," kiss, "have," kiss, "no," kiss, "idea."

(His lips end up on the corner of her jaw, which he nibbles.)

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She hums (and shivers).

"Oooh, I bet I could guess.



You watched that first night."

It's not really a question.

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"That is not where I learned all this."

(It's where he learned some of it.)

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"And where did you get the rest? The other times?




Did you get it right from Tony?"

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He looks up at the ceiling—

—and grins wickedly.

"Want to see the videos?"

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"The videos?"

Kite's tone is torn between outraged and eager.


Eager is winning.


"Fucking right I do."

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Jarvis is probably a little embarrassed right now, so Sherlock doesn't ask for them right away. Besides, these things are so much better on a physical screen rather than a holographic projection. And he should really dispose of that condom.

"Just a moment," he says, scooting for the edge of the bed.

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"Sure."

She brushes a kiss across his shoulder as he goes.