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Sherlock tries on Irene for size.
The scent of her perfume makes his mouth dry as he dabs it lightly on his wrists, his collarbone, careful to avoid the delicate pearls. He brings his arm up to his nose, inhaling deeply, his lips leaving traces of red where they touch the delicate skin of his wrist.