[He feels every movement, and it surprises him somewhat. Then again, even if she had been a robot at some point, Danger can't stop the automatic functions of the human body.
Sherlock's hands slowly slide from her shoulders and down her arms as his eyes finally close. It's only slightly darker than the closet, anyway. And just like Danger can't stop her body's reactions, Sherlock can't help the muffled grunt he makes when she deepens the kiss. He matches her pace-- he's not one to be outdone, even in matters he doesn't typically dabble in.]
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Sherlock's hands slowly slide from her shoulders and down her arms as his eyes finally close. It's only slightly darker than the closet, anyway. And just like Danger can't stop her body's reactions, Sherlock can't help the muffled grunt he makes when she deepens the kiss. He matches her pace-- he's not one to be outdone, even in matters he doesn't typically dabble in.]