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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]

"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.)

[if_inconvenient]

"Penny for your thoughts, my dear?"

[formoftherapy]

(Oh, what the hell.)



"Does Tony know how good you are at it?"

[if_inconvenient]

"He knows I can mimic his accent."

He smiles. Speculatively.

[formoftherapy]

"But some of your other...mimics you've kept to yourself."

[if_inconvenient]

"I imagine he will discover them shortly."

[formoftherapy]

"On repeat, even."

[if_inconvenient]

He chuckles.

"It's very possible."

[formoftherapy]

"So long as I get some supporting actress credit, I'm down with it."

She kisses his shoulder again before biting lazily at the same spot.

[if_inconvenient]

"Oh, that's lovely," he murmurs.

[formoftherapy]

She smirks.

"Which? The thought of me as a porn star or this?"

She bites again, harder.

[if_inconvenient]

"Most definitely the latter."

[formoftherapy]

Kite chuckles with his skin between her teeth.

"You telling me you're not ever going to pull up the tapes just for yourself?"

Her mouth works in toward his throat.

"Not gonna put your own hand around your throat and remember?"

A kiss for the place on his throat where her thumbs overlapped when she squeezed; she lifts her head and slides her mouth closer to his ear.

"Not gonna curse and cry when it isn't as good?"

[if_inconvenient]

He shudders, moaning softly.

[formoftherapy]

"That's what I thought."

She slides one hand up from his hip to his shoulder, very careful not to touch his throat yet. Her other hand winds in his hair, turning his head for a rough kiss.

[if_inconvenient]

Sherlock melts for her completely.

[formoftherapy]

She scoots closer to him, one leg hooking over his at the knee.

As she kisses him, her hand moves steadily closer to his neck. When she breaks for air, her thumb draws a hard line over the base of his throat.

[if_inconvenient]

He inhales sharply, twisting his hands in the sheets.

[formoftherapy]

She pinches his lower lip between her teeth and draws the same line again with her thumb, a little harder this time.

[if_inconvenient]

Sherlock does not quite manage to stifle a whimper.

[formoftherapy]

"You like that?" she asks softly, licking over the bite mark.

"There anything else you'd like?"

[if_inconvenient]

"Is this an interrogation?" he breathes, flashing a smile.

[formoftherapy]

"Oh, hardly."

She kisses the smile.

"I just thought it would be polite to ask."

[if_inconvenient]

"Kind of you."