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[searchingfordistraction]

Jim is leaning back against the Bar.

He appears to be casually nursing the drink in his hand.

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[wearsthecoats]

Sherlock has not been able to keep his hands off Jim since the corset went on. Not that he's exactly been trying.

"You look gorgeous," he observes, running his fingers through Jim's hair. "Going to check if it holds up under the dress?"

This may or may not be—or, all right, is completely transparently—an excuse to get Jim into said dress where Sherlock can see him.

[searchingfordistraction]

"If you don't knock that off," Jim murmurs, without any hint of real irritation, "you're going to make me ruin the effect."

Tucking is not necessary with the way the dress is cut and layered, but getting an erection could still pose a problem.

[wearsthecoats]

Sherlock smirks.

"Hardly ruined for my purposes. Though probably for yours," he concedes.

[searchingfordistraction]

Jim smirks back at him in the mirror.

"Later, darling. Now lace me up properly so I can get into the dress."

No doubt Sherlock can eyeball the necessary measurements.

[wearsthecoats]

"Happily."

One prominent feature of a corset is that it is a decent insulator; luckily for the fit of the dress, the temperature of Sherlock's hands doesn't transmit easily through it as he selectively tightens the laces.

[searchingfordistraction]

The process is easier to tolerate now he's been through it once before. Knowing exactly what to expect makes all the difference in the world.

He still holds on to the table's edge, but that's more for Sherlock's benefit than his own; the more anchored he is, the faster Sherlock can work.

[wearsthecoats]

"There," he says at last. "Very ladylike."

[searchingfordistraction]

He chuckles breathily. He doesn't directly ape Molly's tone when he speaks this time, but his voice is decidedly lighter and airier than usual.

"Getting there," he says, reaching up to make a couple of minute adjustments to his false chest.

Yes, this will do quite nicely. The corset with its alterations holds everything firmly in place. He won't need to worry about any ordinary movements making him go crooked at an inopportune moment.

[wearsthecoats]

Sherlock has such an urge to kiss him, but refrains in deference to his expressed wishes.

Also, it will be even better with the dress on.

Speaking of which, that's next, isn't it?

[searchingfordistraction]

After taking another minute or two just to get used to being in the corset again:

"Be careful with the dress, it's heavier than it looks."

That would be a yes.

[wearsthecoats]

"Noted," he says, and picks it up easily.

Sherlock is stronger than he looks, although he doesn't often bother to show it.

[searchingfordistraction]

Jim flicks a casual glance over, making note of this.

Getting Jim into the dress is only half the job; there's a long row of buttons up the back that need attending to.

[wearsthecoats]

He buttons them up carefully, one by one, and then rests his hands lightly on Jim's shoulders and looks him over in the mirror.

"You're a vision," he pronounces.

[searchingfordistraction]

"It's a start."

The dress fits correctly now. It's also had a bit of alteration, with some subtle padding added to fill out his figure a little more and give the illusion that the corset is more tightly-laced than it really is.

The wig, makeup, and shoes will be the easy part. He's dealt with all those before. Once he's put them on, and learnt what he needs to about the appropriate mannerisms from Irene, he'll be indistinguishable from any other woman on the street in her London.

[wearsthecoats]

Cheerfully, "Now can I touch you?"

[searchingfordistraction]

Jim's expression turns very solemn. Almost excessively so.

"Now," he says, "I'd like to experiment with the level of vigorous activity I can maintain in a corset."

He turns around and presses close to Sherlock, reaching up to wind his arms around Sherlock's neck.

"If you can work out a mutually satisfying way to assist me in that without touching me, I'll be very impressed."

[wearsthecoats]

"Oh, why did you have to phrase that as a challenge," he says, grinning.

And although Sherlock himself is only moderately chilly, frost forms on Jim's cheek when he breathes there.

[searchingfordistraction]

Jim closes his eyes.

"Because it's more fun that way."

[wearsthecoats]

"It's the 'mutually satisfying' part that's going to be difficult," he murmurs, exhaling icy air onto Jim's forehead.

"But not very difficult, I don't think."

[searchingfordistraction]

Jim scoffs.

"Please, you're already enjoying yourself."

He didn't say anything about mutual physical satisfaction.

[wearsthecoats]

"Oh, yes. But not in a way I would call satisfying. 'Tantalizing' might be more accurate."

[searchingfordistraction]

"Now you're just being pedantic."

But if he's planning to be difficult, Jim will just have to head that off at the pass. To that end, he pulls Sherlock down for a kiss.

[wearsthecoats]

The distinction is very important!



But not as important as wrapping his arms around Jim's waist and kissing him thoroughly, at a temperature that hovers just above freezing.

[searchingfordistraction]

Jim wraps his hands in Sherlock's hair, leaning up into the kiss.

He has to break to breathe entirely too soon for his taste.

[wearsthecoats]

Sherlock kisses his forehead.

"You know," he comments, "I'd thought that the minute I got you into the dress I'd want to get you out of it again, but I am finding that is not the case."

He would much rather have Jim in the dress as long as it is still remotely feasible for him to stay that way. Even if this means that the majority of Jim's body is off-limits for frostbite.