Chapter Seven: Cold Night
The night was cold as they rode the carriage in silence, not toward Cassandra's manor her step mother will look for her there. Instead they went to Sherlock Holme's home in Baker Street. As they entered the quiet house Cassandra wearily sighed looking upon the sitting room. It was beautiful in her eyes, small and content. Holmes stood quiet waiting for her to speak. "I'm sorry you had to see that..." She whispered.
"No it's alright my dear. Things of that nature always happen. I seem to always attract the younger crowd." She looked up at him and smiled at his use of changing the subject into a joke.
"Do you now? What if i told you, you also attract the crowd of your age." He raised an eyebrow and folded his arms, while Cassandra walked up to him. The only light came from the dimmed lampshades, it gave her a mysterious look that made him want to touch her to see if she was really there.
"Is there? I wouldn't have known..." He said horsely as she stepped even closer her purple eyes held him grey ones. He just wanted to hold her against his chest and feel her heart race. "Si j'étais de vous embrasser vous fera me nie?" He whispered as he bend down while she stood on her tippy toes. His nose brushed against her smooth cheek. Her skin smelled of something sweet, his arms wrapped around her small waist as her arms slowly encircled his neck.
"Non" She whispered against his lips, he smiled and kissed her softly loving the feel of her body flushed against his. Their kiss soon became passionate as she buried her hands in his hair pulling him closer to her. They stumbled over some books as they made their way upstairs. She giggled when he cursed picking her up and walking the stairs still kissing her.
((Yea stopping here b/c some people aren't reallie comfortable reading about reading "the nasty". Well i hope you do read it, it will be my first time to write a sex scene. heh.))
The night was cold as they rode the carriage in silence, not toward Cassandra's manor her step mother will look for her there. Instead they went to Sherlock Holme's home in Baker Street. As they entered the quiet house Cassandra wearily sighed looking upon the sitting room. It was beautiful in her eyes, small and content. Holmes stood quiet waiting for her to speak. "I'm sorry you had to see that..." She whispered.
"No it's alright my dear. Things of that nature always happen. I seem to always attract the younger crowd." She looked up at him and smiled at his use of changing the subject into a joke.
"Do you now? What if i told you, you also attract the crowd of your age." He raised an eyebrow and folded his arms, while Cassandra walked up to him. The only light came from the dimmed lampshades, it gave her a mysterious look that made him want to touch her to see if she was really there.
"Is there? I wouldn't have known..." He said horsely as she stepped even closer her purple eyes held him grey ones. He just wanted to hold her against his chest and feel her heart race. "Si j'étais de vous embrasser vous fera me nie?" He whispered as he bend down while she stood on her tippy toes. His nose brushed against her smooth cheek. Her skin smelled of something sweet, his arms wrapped around her small waist as her arms slowly encircled his neck.
"Non" She whispered against his lips, he smiled and kissed her softly loving the feel of her body flushed against his. Their kiss soon became passionate as she buried her hands in his hair pulling him closer to her. They stumbled over some books as they made their way upstairs. She giggled when he cursed picking her up and walking the stairs still kissing her.
((Yea stopping here b/c some people aren't reallie comfortable reading about reading "the nasty". Well i hope you do read it, it will be my first time to write a sex scene. heh.))
