we are invariably pleased to welcome tourism

[cross_and_bow]

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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"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.

[eversomuchfun]

He is more than happy to follow her lead.

[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."

[eversomuchfun]

"Tragic," he agrees, grinning blissfully. "Shall we correct that?"

[cross_and_bow]

"Yeah, do let's," she says, disentangling, turning, and somersaulting in such a way as to land on her feet. She grins at him and holds up her fists. "Surprise me."

[eversomuchfun]

He attacks with blurring speed.

[cross_and_bow]

His Bella can well and truly match it, and she's blessed and edited and in a fantastic mood. She blocks and dodges and collects what would be a nasty bruise on her shoulder sans bayleaf and she kicks and -

Sherlock does not encounter a wall. He encounters the floor, face up, pinned in what is (if one thinks about it hard enough) really a very compromising position.

And he receives another kiss.

[eversomuchfun]

He melts.

[cross_and_bow]

"Interesting," Juliet murmurs against his mouth, drawing back just enough to speak, and then she kisses him again.

[eversomuchfun]

Point of interest: Sherlock does not, in fact, need to breathe. It is a luxury he can do without, if he has reason.

[cross_and_bow]

Juliet has to breathe. But she's got a nose for that.

[eversomuchfun]

And a delightful nose it is.

[cross_and_bow]

It really is getting late. Bella eventually peels herself off of Sherlock. (In the process of so peeling a hand may just skim over the surface of a certain shirtless chest.) "I'd better get home," she says. "Or I won't be rested for my all-important English class."

[eversomuchfun]

"Perish the thought. Shall I walk you home?"

[cross_and_bow]

"I think so, yes. But you probably don't want to try to kiss me goodnight on the porch. That could be hazardous to your health in more ways than one." She stands up and offers him her hand.

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He takes her hand and hauls himself to his feet, laughing, then wanders off to retrieve his shirt and coat.

"The one way being your porch lights, and the other being your father's excellent aim?"

[cross_and_bow]

"Aren't you clever?" she laughs, offering him her hand again once he's clothed and strolling out of the crypt.

[eversomuchfun]

Ooh, holding hands. Holding hands is delightful.

"The occasional bullet is a small price to pay, really."

[cross_and_bow]

"The occasional bullet is not the price of admission. Although I do appreciate the circumstances under which you took that first."

[eversomuchfun]

"All in a night's work," he says. "You would be upset if your father were mauled by demons; therefore so would I."

[cross_and_bow]

"You're sweet," Bella accuses.

[eversomuchfun]

"Never," he says indignantly, and then winks.

[cross_and_bow]

"I would know," she says loftily, "I tasted you. I declare you sweet."

[eversomuchfun]

He laughs.

"In that case, who am I to argue?"

[cross_and_bow]

"No one whatever," she says. "In fact, I think you might be fictional."