cross_and_bow | we are invariably pleased to welcome tourism

Sherlock is usually very puncutal. He's only one minute late, but that's still not quite as punctual as usual. Bella peers out the window, not yet allowing herself outright concern.

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"Oh, I know," he says. "But it probably won't kill me. Odds are slim it'll even hurt."

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cross_and_bow

"The tattoos hurt," says Juliet.

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"Seperately, I mean," he says with a wave of his hand.

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"Well, this is going to wipe me out of the ingredients that I can't conjure, but I think I have enough of everything to do one more person, anyway," says Amariah. "I don't think it's worth even trying to ask Charlie, is it? I mean, mine's used to witch stuff, but I'm imagining mine if I brought home - I don't know, aliens?"

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"Yeah, I think not informing him of you or offering to paint him with bayleaf ink is the best bet," says Juliet.

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Sherlock laughs.

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At the crypt, Amariah gets to work while Juliet shadowboxes and practices tumbling around artfully on the floor without hurting herself.

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If the tattoos do hurt, Sherlock doesn't complain of it.

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"Do you want these showing or hidden?"

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"Oh, showing, I think."

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"All right then," says Amariah. "Have you got a trash can or something for the empty bottles?"

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cross_and_bow

Juliet may or may not be peering through the open archway at shirtless Sherlock, between rolls and flips and shadowboxed throws.

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eversomuchfun

"Or something," he says. "Pile them up by the tea; I'll get rid of them when I get rid of the box."

Then he calls over his shoulder to Juliet, "If you'd like a closer look, I won't begrudge."

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Amariah giggles as she stashes the refuse where Sherlock specified.

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Juliet is sufficiently surprised at being caught that her autopilot glitches and she scrapes her knuckles against a rough patch of stone landing from a midair twirl, and in spite of all her protections she splits her lip open against the edge of one of those stone coffin things. (Without them she'd have chipped a tooth too, and her hand would be much more open to the air.)

She sits on the floor, and then she smirks and holds up her injured hand.

"If you want dessert," she says, "I won't begrudge."

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Laughing, he sits on the floor in front of her, picks up her hand, and kisses her knuckles with extravagant courtesy.

Extravagant courtesy, and then tongue.

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cross_and_bow

Juliet laughs softly.

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eversomuchfun

After a little while, he lets go of her hand and leans forward and kisses her on the mouth in much the same way.

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cross_and_bow

"Mmm -"

Juliet didn't really expect that.

But she really should've. And she likes it anyway. And, ignoring the complaint from her split lip, she kisses him right back.

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dark_light

Amariah grins and decides to leave them be. She sneaks out of the crypt and flies back to Juliet's by herself.

She wants peroxide for her next experiment in moving magic, and her cornucopia won't make that. Charlie's not home yet. She finds the spare key to the backdoor wedged in the mailbox (predictable, Charlie) and opens the back door to swipe some.

But there is Milliways instead.

Well, she can't reach them. Path can fly the key back to where it goes while she keeps the door open. She conjures up a little honey and writes going home! by the door, and she steps through.

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"We have been left alone," Sherlock observes eventually.

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"Noticed," grins Juliet. But why is he using his mouth for something other than kissing? That seems like a poor choice right now. She places one hand on each side of his head and redirects his attention.

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eversomuchfun

He is more than happy to follow her lead.

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cross_and_bow

Her lead goes in that direction for a while, and then she says, "Well, this will never do, it's nearly my bedtime and I still haven't flung you into even one wall."