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This is a short interactive story based on a prompt I got: "Sherlock licks cream off of Watson's finger".

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[b]Setting:[/b]
You are romantically interested in Watson, and they in you. There has been flirting, advances, but nothing has quite stuck—yet. All progress seemed to reset when one of you doubted the other's intentions, and so, in romantic limbo you remained. The romance level is further in than the game is currently.


[b]Disclaimer:[/b]
The MC is the type to be able to flirt (boldly or shyly), and to be able to realise flirting being directed towards them—at least when these flirts are quite… [i]overt[/i].

Not all MCs from original game are necessarily catered here. (Examples being: very oblivious, tsundere, very cold/reserved, etc. It simply didn't work with the limited scene.)

[b]The story is technically SFW, but it does linger on the edge.[/b]
*comment The main MC types in this are:
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*comment- Shy and demure, somewhat subservient and bashful.
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*comment- Bold, direct, a touch colder than (above), playful and not afraid to take the lead.

*temp their ""
*temp isBag false

*fake_choice
	#You are a woman named—
		You are a woman named—
		*input_text mc_name
		*set genderMC "woman"
		*temp their "her"
		*if (mc_name = "Rosalind")
			Is this bag 'lord baguette' special pickle from discord?
			*fake_choice
				#No, who? What? (it's a long story, just click this option if not)
				#Yes. It is I, Lord Baguette! (<3)
					*set isBag true
	#You are a man named—
		You are a man named—
		*input_text mc_name
		*set genderMC "man"
		*temp their "his"
	#You are a nonbinary person named—
		You are a nonbinary person named—
		*input_text mc_name
		*set genderMC "nonbinary"
		*temp their "their"

Watson is:
*fake_choice
	#John Watson
	#Jane Watson
		*set johnMan false
		*set j_man "woman"
		*set j_male "female"
		*set johnName "Jane"
		*set JohnSlur "secretary"
		*set JohnFullname "Jane H Watson"
		*set j_mr "miss"

		*set j_he "she"
		*set j_his "hers"
		*set j_hi "her"
		*set j_him "her"
		*set j_himself "herself"
		*set j_s "s"
		*set j_es "es"
		
*temp nice 50
*temp manipulative false
*temp softy 50
*temp looksDelicate false
Are you more pretty/delicate looking or handsome/rugged?
*fake_choice
	#Pretty or delicate
		*set looksDelicate true
	#Handsome or rugged
	#Neither
		
[b]Short story:[/b] [i]${mc_name} and ${their} bad baker[/i]

You're not sure how it turned out this way…

*fake_choice
	#I was trying to [i]gently[/i] persuade ${j_him}. Although I was sure ${j_he} did not know it yet. 
		*set softy + 1
		*set nice + 1
		Baking together seemed a good way of charming the good doctor, getting ${j_him} warm, content, and filled with sugars—ready to approve or forgive of what ${j_he} might not otherwise [i]gleefully[/i] accept. 
		
		For I—
		*fake_choice
			#Had eaten ${j_hi} favourite biscuits... 
			#Needed to ask, without too much suspicion, what may happen should one [i]accidentally[/i] have ingested tobacco...
			#Needed to borrow ${j_hi} medical equipment for an experiment.
			#Wanted to partake in a boxing match, and I feared a medical degree would be good to bring... [i]for the opponent.[/i]
			#Had gambled away ${j_hi} watch again...
			#Found myself in need of a companion to go undercover in an opium den. History proved Watson would most likely object to the whole affair.
			#May or may not have torn up an important letter addressed to ${j_him} in a moment of anger.
			#Drank... and subsequently finished off ${j_hi} stashed brandy...
			#Overslept and missed an important errand I had promised to make.
			#Well... it's rather embarrassing to say...

		*if (isBag)
			$!{j_he} washed like ${j_hi} hands like always. One—two—three times, in excruciating detail and with well made soap. 

			You were sure ${j_he} did not know. That there was nothing to suspect—until the moment when ${j_he} asked over a bowl of cream, the splatters of the hand mixer staining you both, ${j_he}, laughing as the powdered sugar coated ${j_him} instead of where it should have gone, “You are being rather… $!{mc_name}, why are you being so [i]especially[/i] sweet?” 

		*else
			You were sure ${j_he} did not know. That there was nothing to suspect—until the moment when ${j_he} asked over a bowl of cream, the splatters of the hand mixer staining you both, ${j_he}, laughing as the powdered sugar coated ${j_him} instead of where it should have gone, “You are being rather… $!{mc_name}, why are you being so [i]especially[/i] sweet?” 

	#I was trying to persuade ${j_him}. Perhaps a bit heavily. Although I was sure ${j_he} did not know it yet. 
		Baking together seemed a good way of placating the good doctor, getting ${j_him} warm, content, and filled with sugars—ready to approve or forgive of what ${j_he} might not otherwise even consider.
		
		*fake_choice
			#I ate ${j_hi} favourite biscuits... 
			#I need to ask, without too much suspicion, what may happen should one [i]accidentally[/i] ingest tobacco...
			#I need to borrow ${j_hi} medical equipment for an experiment.
			#I wanted to partake in a boxing match, and I fear a medical degree would be good to bring... [i]mostly for the opponent.[/i]
			#I gambled away ${j_hi} watch again...
			#I found myself in need of a companion to go undercover in an opium den. History proved Watson would most likely object to the whole affair.
			#I may or may not have torn up an important letter addressed to ${j_him} in a moment of anger.
			#I finished ${j_hi} favourite brandy...
			#I overslept and missed an important errand I had promised to make.
			#It's rather embarrassing to say...

		*if (isBag)
			$!{j_he} washed like ${j_hi} hands like always. One—two—three times, in excruciating detail and with well made soap. 

			You were sure ${j_he} did not know. That there was nothing to suspect—until the moment when ${j_he} asked over a bowl of cream, the splatters of the hand mixer staining you both, ${j_he}, laughing as the powdered sugar coated ${j_him} instead of where it should have gone, “You are being rather… Sherlock, why are you being so… [i]sweet[/i]?” 

		*else
			You were sure ${j_he} did not know. That there was nothing to suspect—until the moment when ${j_he} asked over a bowl of cream, the splatters of the hand mixer staining you both, ${j_he}, laughing as the powdered sugar coated ${j_him} instead of where it should have gone, “You are being rather… Sherlock, why are you being so… [i]sweet[/i]?” 

Sifted powdered sugar still falling into the bowl like snow.

*fake_choice
	*if (looksDelicate = false) #“Am I not usually sweet?” I say in a dulcet tone, with a small pout of lip.
		*set softy + 1
		“Am I not usually sweet?” You say in a dulcet tone, with a small pout of lip.
		
		*goto pout
	*if (looksDelicate) #“Am I not usually sweet?” I say in a dulcet tone, with a pouting lip and batting lashes.
		*set softy + 1
		“Am I not usually sweet?” You say in a dulcet tone, with a pouting lip and batting lashes.
		
		*label pout
		“I am sure there’s a difference in being good-mannered and gentle, [i]as you typically are[/i]—to, well, your current saccharine self… [i]oh[/i]—you are up to something!”
		
		*fake_choice
			#"No..."
				"No…"
				
				“—Yes, you are!” Watson says—now more sure than ever—putting the sugar aside, still smiling wide, never suspecting anything bad of you for some reason—even when confronted with your worst colours.
			#"..."
				You don't really know how to answer a direct hit such as this, so you say nothing.

				“You are!” Watson says—now more sure than ever—putting the sugar aside, still smiling wide, never suspecting anything bad of you for some reason—even when confronted with your worst colours.
			#"No, I am not!"
				“No, I am not!” You object in a moment of panic.
		
				“—Yes, you are!” Watson says—now more sure than ever—putting the sugar aside, still smiling wide, never suspecting anything bad of you for some reason—even when confronted with your worst colours.
		
		[i]There's no escaping now.[/i]
		
		You take a deep breath of vanilla, Watson, and the warmth of the hearth. “Very well—I may be… But before I tell you why—you must promise to eat some of the sponge cake! And you simply can’t forget to add the sweetened cream on top. It tastes much better that way—”

	#“Are you accusing me of not being sweet normally?” I say, my tone failing in deciding between a mock dramatic or faked genuine hurt. 
		“Are you accusing me of not being sweet normally?” Your tone fails in deciding between a mock dramatic or faked genuine hurt. 
		
		“I am sure there’s a difference in being pleasant, [i]as you typically are[/i], to, well, your current honeyed self… [i]oh[/i]—you are up to something!”
		
		*fake_choice
			#"No..."
				"No…"
				
				“—Yes, you are!” Watson says—now more sure than ever—putting the sugar aside, still smiling wide, never suspecting anything bad of you for some strange reason—even when confronted with irrefutable proof.
			#"..."
				You don't really know how to answer a direct hit such as this, so you say nothing.

				“You are!” Watson says—now more sure than ever—putting the sugar aside, still smiling wide, never suspecting anything bad of you for some strange reason—even when confronted with irrefutable proof.
			#"No, I am not!"
				“No, I am not!” You object in a moment of panic.
		
				“—Yes, you are!” Watson says—now more sure than ever—putting the sugar aside, still smiling wide, never suspecting anything bad of you for some strange reason—even when confronted with irrefutable proof.
		
		[i]There's no escaping now.[/i]
		
		You take a deep breath of vanilla, Watson, and the warmth of the hearth. “Very well—I am. But before I tell you anything, you have to eat the sponge cake. And add the sweetened cream on top! It tastes much better that way.”

The doctor takes a piece of broken-off sheet sponge cake and dips the piece directly into the cream.

*fake_choice
	#“[i]Oh[/i], ${johnName}, no. that’s not, let me—” 
		*set nice + 1
		You grab for the cake and cream to make ${j_him} a proper one, one that looks less like a five-year-olds first baking attempt. You wanted ${j_him} to enjoy your baking, and this way simply won’t do!
		
	#“…That’s really not what I meant.”
		*set nice - 1
		You grab for the cake and cream to make ${j_him} a proper one, one that looks more professional than a five-year-olds first baking attempt.
	#"That is just... wrong."
		You grab for the cake and cream to make ${j_him} a proper one, one that looks more professional than a five-year-olds first baking attempt.
	#"No, no—I need you to eat it properly—" [i]Or it surely won't be as good and you won't be in the good mood I require.[/i]
		*set nice - 1
		*set manipulative true
		You grab for the cake and cream to make ${j_him} a proper one, one that looks and tastes more professional than a five-year-olds first baking attempt.

“No, no—look, I can,” ${j_he} protests. The pad of ${j_hi} finger comes to the cream part and attempts to style the situation to a peak, but, to you, it only causes a more crumbly mess. “See!”
		
*fake_choice
	#“This is not how it’s supposed to be done, Watson!” 
		“This is not how it’s supposed to be done, Watson!” 
	#“That’s awful...”
		*set nice - 1
		“That’s awful...”
	#"Oh, that simply won't do."
		"This simply won't do."

$!{j_he} leans in, still smiling wide, white teeth on display, “And yet it tastes wonderful—“ And then it enters ${j_hi} mouth, whole.

*temp s_version false

*if (softy > 50)
	*set s_version true
	$!{j_hi} hands splayed in the air, a sort of triumphant ta-da, ‘where did it go’—an unnecessary display when you did so much of the baking… You thought you could play a small childish prank on ${j_him} in return; that was all.

	$!{j_he} jokes often if ${j_he} should kiss your bruises and cuts better. Teasing you. Just as ${j_hi} hand is doing now; soon after ${j_he} will more than likely lick the evidence from ${j_himself}—

	It was only an impulsive retort to this—not a well thought plan.

	—For you did not consider the consequences of the action until much too late —

*else
	$!{j_hi} hands splayed in the air, a sort of triumphant ta-da, ‘where did it go’—an unnecessary display when you did most of the baking. Really, Watson is quite useless in the kitchen (although, to ${j_hi} credit, ${j_he} does try ${j_hi} very, very best). You wanted to get back at ${j_him}, that was all. 

	$!{j_he} jokes often if ${j_he} should kiss your bruises and cuts better. Teasing you, although all more often affecting ${j_himself}. But, cruelly teasing nonetheless. Just as ${j_hi} hand is doing now; soon after ${j_he} will more than likely lick the evidence from ${j_himself}—

	It was only an impulsive retort to this—not a masterful plan.

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*if (s_version = false)
	*if (johnMan)
		While ${j_hi} mouth was very busy, you took ${j_hi} hand. $!{j_hi} large finger laden with sweet cream and powdered sugar, and in one fell swoop, wrapped your lips around it, and took it all in.

		The shape and feel of ${j_him}, seeming only thicker and courser, and sweeter... was it the taste of the cream that was so sweet? Or your doctor—${j_he} who is having quite the rapid change in expression.
		
		$!{j_hi} ears are reddening to purple, and ${j_hi} eating and breathing have both stopped. Blue eyes wide with much more than surprise as you feel the rough touch of ${j_hi} finger with your swirling tongue.
		
		$!{j_he} swallows heavily. "$!{mc_name}...”

		You taste ${j_him}. $!{j_hi} sweetness, ${j_hi} heady attentions, the shape and size of ${j_him} in your mouth as you crave more for no reason but that you do.
	*else
		While ${j_hi} mouth was very busy, you took ${j_hi} hand. $!{j_hi} long finger laden with sweet cream and powdered sugar, and in one fell swoop, wrapped your lips around it, and took it all in.

		The shape and feel of ${j_him}, seeming only more velvet… and sweeter... was it the taste of the cream that was so sweet? Or your doctor—${j_he} who is having quite the rapid change in expression.

		$!{j_hi} ears are reddening to purple, and ${j_hi} eating and breathing have both stopped. Blue eyes wide with much more than surprise as you feel the velvet touch of ${j_hi} finger with your swirling tongue.

		$!{j_he} swallows heavily. "${mc_name}...”

		You taste ${j_him}. $!{j_hi} sweetness, ${j_hi} heady attentions, the shape and length of ${j_him} in your mouth as you crave more for no reason but that you do.
		
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	As the final flavours are stolen from ${j_him}, your lips go tight, and your teeth drag oh-so-lightly across ${j_hi} skin. “${johnName},” you say as you release yourself with a sound, then swallowing all that remains of ${j_him}. Ending it all with something resembling a small kiss at the top of his finger. Whatever trick you were pulling feels distant in your mind when ${j_he} gazes at you now. “You had some cream here... I couldn’t let it go to waste, could I?” 

	*if (manipulative)
		Oh, but how lost ${j_he} looks, looking at you now.

		As you both stand closer than before, drawing slowly towards each other.
	*else
		As if acting on impulse, you lost yourself completely.

		But ${j_he} looks all the more lost.

		You both stand closer than before, having drawn together. 
	$!{j_hi} breathing returned but now heavy and burdened by whatever thick air coats the room and your lungs too. Watson’s one hand remains in yours, frozen in place. But the other lifts, ${j_hi} thumb meeting, gently caressing your lip. Your lips part. $!{j_hi} eyes fixed on that point. And ${j_he} swallows again. “You have. Some. Here. Too.” With each word, ${j_he} approaches. With ${j_hi} breath of sugar and warmth.
	
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	“I FOUND THE CAKE PARCHMENTS, SHERLOCK!” Mrs Hudson howls from the storage down the hall, and you both jump to disentangle your intimate entanglement. 
	
	You hear ${johnName} swear under ${j_hi} breath, but as Mrs Hudson returns, the baking and decorating and all sorts of more tepid merriment return to the room until it is all done and ready to be served.

	*fake_choice
		#I am finishing up, thinking about how I should have made my move, clarified my intentions boldly, when—
			*label bolder
			*if (genderMC = "man")
				*if (j_man = "woman")
					“What was it you wanted to ask of me earlier,” Watson whispers softly in your ear from behind, while you are just about done decorating the final piece. $!{j_hi} tall height, yet not reaching yours, causes ${j_hi} breath to whisper across your neck.
				*else
					“What was it you wanted to ask of me earlier,” Watson whispers softly in your ear from behind, while you are just about done decorating the final piece. $!{j_hi} height, not quite reaching yours, causes ${j_hi} breath to whisper across your neck.

				“I am not sure my attempt will work now that you know of my plan, ${johnName}...”

				“Oh, I don’t know. I am rather susceptible to your powers of persuasion, ${mc_name}.”

				“Is that so?” You turn to face ${j_him}, chest to chest, close to touching. Tilting your head down and looking deep into ${j_hi} eyes.

				*label propostionChoices

				*fake_choice
					#With my voice dripping with honey I proposition a meeting as the clock strikes twelve.
						“Then we could discuss it tonight... Perhaps you could come by my room. Midnight? After the house is asleep. I’ll persuade you, and I promise.” 
						You press yourself against ${j_him}.

						“—I won’t leave you feeling unsatisfied.”
					#"What would it take, my dear Watson? For you to devote yourself... to... all... I... ask?" 
						"What would it take, my dear Watson? For you to devote yourself... to... all... I... ask?" 

						$!{j_hi} eyes lower. "To all... your wants, wishes, and desires?" $!{j_he} swallows, hard. "And what if… I am already commanded by this?" $!{j_he} presses ${j_himself} against you. 

						"—If I would gladly, for an eternity, be on my knees worshipping at your desire, praying to hear god's name spill from your lips? What then, ${mc_name}?"
				*goto end
			*else
				“What was it you wanted to ask of me earlier,” Watson whispers softly in your ear while you are just about done decorating the final piece. $!{j_hi} large shape near covering you from view.

				“I am not sure my attempt will work now that you know of my plan, ${johnName}...”

				“Oh, I don’t know. I am rather susceptible to your powers of persuasion, ${mc_name}.”

				“Is that so?” You turn to face ${j_him}, chest to chest, close to touching. Tilting your head up and looking deep into ${j_hi} eyes. 

				*goto propostionChoices

		#I am finishing up, thinking about how I should have told ${j_him}, despite my shyness or apprehension, when—
			*goto shyer

*else
	*if (johnMan)

		While ${j_hi} mouth was very busy, you took ${j_hi} hand, ${j_hi} large finger laden with sweet cream and powdered sugar, and in one fell swoop, wrapped your lips around it, and took it all in.
		
		The shape and feel of ${j_him}, seeming only thicker and courser, and sweeter... was it the taste of the cream that was so sweet? Or your doctor—${j_he} who is having quite the rapid change in expression.
		
		$!{j_hi} ears are reddening to purple, and ${j_hi} eating and breathing have both stopped. Blue eyes wide with much more than surprise as you feel the rough touch of ${j_hi} finger with your swirling tongue.
		
		$!{j_he} swallows heavily. “${mc_name}...”
		
		You only, by ${j_hi} reaction, understand to some degree deep inside, what it is you are doing. Yet—you taste ${j_him}. Perhaps you should not. But you can not let go. $!{j_hi} sweetness, ${j_hi} heady attentions, the shape and size of ${j_him} in your mouth as you crave more for no reason but that you do.
	*else

		While ${j_hi} mouth was very busy, you took ${j_hi} hand, ${j_hi} long finger laden with sweet cream and powdered sugar, and in one fell swoop, wrapped your lips around it, and took it all in.
		
		The shape and feel of ${j_him}, seeming only more velvet... and sweeter... was it the taste of the cream that was so sweet? Or your doctor—${j_he} who is having quite the rapid change in expression.
		
		$!{j_hi} ears are reddening to purple, and ${j_hi} eating and breathing have both stopped. Blue eyes wide with much more than surprise as you feel the soft touch of ${j_hi} finger with your swirling tongue.
		
		$!{j_he} swallows heavily. “${mc_name}...”
		
		You only, by ${j_hi} reaction, understand to some degree deep inside, what it is you are doing. Yet—you taste ${j_him}. Perhaps you shouldn’t. But you can not let go. $!{j_hi} sweetness, ${j_hi} heady attentions, the shape and length of ${j_him} in your mouth as you crave more for no reason but that you do.
		
	*page_break
	
	As the final flavours are stolen from ${j_him}, your lips go tight, and your teeth drag oh-so-lightly across ${j_hi} skin. “${johnName},” you say as you release yourself with a sound, then swallowing all that remains of ${j_him}. Whatever trick you were pulling feels distant in your mind when ${j_he} looks at you now. You simply show reverence now. Adoration, with your actions. And as such, you end it all with something resembling a chaste kiss at the top of ${j_hi} finger. “You had some cream there...”
	
	As you acted on impulse, you lost yourself completely.
	
	But, [i]oh[/i] ${j_he} appears lost now too.
	
	You both stand closer than before, having drawn together. $!{j_hi} breathing returned but now heavy and burdened by whatever thick air coats the room and your lungs too. Watson’s one hand remains in yours, frozen in place. But the other lifts, ${j_hi} thumb meeting, gently caressing your lip. Your lips part. $!{j_hi} eyes fixed on that point. And ${j_he} swallows again. “You have. Some. Here. Too.” With each word, ${j_he} approaches. With ${j_hi} breath of sugar and warmth.

	*page_break

	“I FOUND THE CAKE PARCHMENTS, WATSON!” Mrs Hudson howls from the storage down the hall, and you both jump to disentangle your intimate entanglement. 
	
	You hear ${johnName} swear under ${j_hi} breath, but as Mrs Hudson returns, the baking and decorating and all sorts of more tepid merriment return to the room until it is all done and ready to be served.
	
	*fake_choice
		#I am finishing up, thinking about how I should have told ${j_him}, despite my shyness or apprehension, when—
			*label shyer
			*if (genderMC = "man")
				*if (j_man = "woman")
					“What was it you wanted to ask of me earlier,” Watson whispers softly in your ear from behind, while you are just about done decorating the final piece. $!{j_hi} tall height, yet not reaching yours, causes ${j_hi} breath to whisper across your neck.
				*else
					“What was it you wanted to ask of me earlier,” Watson whispers softly in your ear from behind, while you are just about done decorating the final piece. $!{j_hi} height, not quite reaching yours, causes ${j_hi} breath to whisper across your neck.

				The strong feeling that was before returns, and you feel yourself growing warm. “I am not sure my attempt will work now that you know of my plan, ${johnName}...”

				“Oh, I don’t know. I am rather susceptible to your powers of persuasion, ${mc_name}.”

				You turn to face ${j_him}, chest to chest, close to touching. Tilting your head down and looking deep into ${j_hi} eyes.
				*label propostionChoices2
				*fake_choice
					#My voice so soft when I attempt to say what needs to be said, “I did not mean to, before... But I also did not [i]not[/i] care for... What I mean to say is I—“
						Your voice so soft when you attempt to say what needs to be said, “I did not mean to, before... But I also did not [i]not[/i] care for... What I mean to say is I—“

						$!{j_he} moves a little further against you. You back towards the cabinet, trapped in the safest place, yet your heart races as if in the deepest danger.

						"$!{mc_name},” ${j_he} whispers still. $!{j_hi} finger, the same one you now know so intimately, finds the edge of your lips and coats it with something cold and white as snow. $!{j_he} smiles sweetly. “You have something right... [i]there[/i]... And if you would allow me to assist you—after we picked up where we started, you can tell me whatever it is you wanted before.” $!{j_hi} mouth by your mouth. “Anything—”
	
						“—If only you’d let me, I am yours.”
					#I force myself to say the words, "I did not want it to end, ${johnName}. Before—"
						You force yourself to say the words, "I did not want it to end, ${johnName}. Before—"

						$!{j_he} moves a little further against you. You back towards the cabinet, trapped in the safest place, yet your heart races as if in the deepest danger.

						"$!{mc_name},” ${j_he} whispers still. $!{j_hi} finger, the same one you now know so intimately, finds the edge of your lips and coats it with something cold and white as snow. $!{j_he} smiles sweetly. “You have something right... [i]there[/i]... We seem to find ourselves in the same predicament yet again..." $!{j_hi} mouth by your mouth. "However, this time, if you would allow me to assist you—"
	
						“—If you’d let me, I will be by your side forever.”
						
				*goto end

			*else
				“What was it you wanted to ask of me earlier,” Watson whispers softly in your ear while you are just about done decorating the final piece. $!{j_hi} large shape near covering you from view.

				The strong feeling that was before returns, and you feel yourself growing warm. “I am not sure my attempt will work now that you know of my plan, ${johnName}...”

				“Oh, I don’t know. I am rather susceptible to your powers of persuasion, ${mc_name}.”

				You turn to face ${j_him}, chest to chest, close to touching. Tilting your head up and looking deep into ${j_hi} eyes.

				*goto propostionChoices2
			
		#		I am finishing up, thinking about how I should have made my move, clarified my intentions boldly, when—
			*goto bolder

*label end

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[i][b]Thank you for playing![/b][/i]

[b]Credits:[/b]
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— Thanks to Ember for the prompt <3 (which was something like: "Sherlock licks cream off of Watson's finger")
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— And Kirkers for her MC who inspired this extended little writing exercise <3
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:)

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