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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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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.

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In half a minute he's back from the bathroom with clean hands, which he uses to roll back the sliding panels covering the LCD screen on the wall at the foot of the bed. A bit of cajoling the virtual keyboard, and—Sherlock and Tony are on the screen, standing in the hallway just outside this very room.

"I don't get it."

"My dear Stark, your obliviousness never fails to astound me."

"Well why don't you just tell me what the hell you're talking ab—"

At this point Sherlock pushes Tony up against the wall and kisses him.

The real, live, present Sherlock glances sidelong at Kite, utterly failing to look the slightest bit innocent.

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Kite's mouth is hanging slightly open.



"I see you went for the direct approach."

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"It worked," he notes, gesturing at the screen.

"Fuck," Tony mutters breathlessly. Then, quieter: "Run that by me again."

Sherlock does.

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Kite leans back, bracing her hands on the mattress.

"Extremely well," she murmurs.

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"I... you... Sherlock..."

"A verb or two would serve you well here."

Clearly: "Fuck that."

This time it is Tony who kisses Sherlock, with breathless enthusiasm.

"And," says Sherlock, "that is where I began to learn how Tony Stark kisses."

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"Such a hardship for you," Kite says.

"All those long hours of study."

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He chuckles.

"I managed to survive."

They are at the buttons of each other's jeans now, stumbling toward the bedroom door, then through it. Tony has more practice but it was all with girls; Sherlock is new and fresh and a quick study. They are very different in their approach but ultimately equal.

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"By the skin of your teeth, I'm sure," she drawls.

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"Oh, quite."

Onscreen, the boys manage to get each other's pants open at more or less the same moment that they tumble into this very bed, all frantic kisses and hands sliding over each other's skin. They certainly didn't waste any time, it seems.