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[formoftherapy]

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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[if_inconvenient]

He repeats himself. Precisely like that.

[formoftherapy]

"Aaaah--!"

Her hand curls into a fist, tugging at his hair.

"Ohhh fuck."

[if_inconvenient]

A third time, perhaps?

[formoftherapy]

"Ohyoulittlesonofabitch, if you don't hurry the fuck up, I will never choke you ever again so help me God."

[if_inconvenient]

His tongue swirls hard around her clit.

[formoftherapy]

Her head falls back with a cry.

"Yes, please you fucker I want to come, want you to make me--"

[if_inconvenient]

Thusly encouraged, he sucks harder.

[formoftherapy]

Kite's words cut off with a strangled gasp. Her hips rock up, the hand in his hair making sure he doesn't move.

Something that might be his name keeps catching in her throat, coming out as mostly a sob on the way down.

[if_inconvenient]

He keeps up the gentle strokes of his tongue until he is told otherwise.

[formoftherapy]

The whimpers gradually start to walk the fine line between pleased and pained.

She lifts her hand from his hair and sinks bonelessly into the mattress.

[if_inconvenient]

Smiling, he crawls up the bed to snuggle down at her side.

[formoftherapy]

Kite tilts her head and brings one hand up to scrape along his jaw, the motions slow like movement underwater.

She kisses him thank you, slow but thorough.

[if_inconvenient]

He kisses back, possibly you're welcome, possibly just a kiss, possibly something else entirely.

[formoftherapy]

After a moment, she lets her head thump back to the mattress, eyes half lidded.




"You get to be the one who explains this to Tony."

[if_inconvenient]

A grin breaks across his face.

"I can tell you exactly what he'll say."

[formoftherapy]

She has her guesses.

"Then tell."

[toblameforit]

"Sherry, you are fucked up." Beat. "So, threesome?"

[if_inconvenient]

(He drops the impression, but keeps grinning.)

[formoftherapy]

Kite may have a response to that hypothetical question, but it's lost under copious giggles.

[if_inconvenient]

"He is wonderfully predictable sometimes," Sherlock muses.

[formoftherapy]

Kite nods, kisses his shoulder because it happens to be in reach.

"Has its advantages."

[if_inconvenient]

"Quite."

He smiles over at her; leans closer; kisses her on the lips.

There's a hint of Tony in it for a second.

[formoftherapy]

She notices the shift; it's a little unsettling, how he can put Tony on like a Halloween costume.

Her teeth drag over his lower lip. "This the first time you pretended to be him?"

[if_inconvenient]

"What do you think?"

(Yes and no. This is the first time he's ever pretended to someone who might have noticed.)

[formoftherapy]

"I think...you're awfully good at it."

(She wonders if he's ever done it for Tony, with Tony.

The thought alone is almost enough to make her breath catch.

She is so fucked.)