“That’s good.” she made sure everything was gathered up and when Sherlock was done eating she tossed the bag back onto the saddle. She ran her hands through her hair, tucking the ends into her hood and took the horn of the saddle and swung herself up onto the saddle. She waited for Dan to join her before making a slight face as he settled himself in up against her back. She exhaled, adjusting herself on the saddle before deciding that was good enough and she should stop.
She tapped Sherlock’s body and he lurched forward and she felt herself slide back further. As he walked, it was a casual trip up the mountain, but with the small lining of snow on the trail, Sherlock almost had more of a bounce to his step. As a result, there seemed to be much more friction between the two and she had to bite back a few noises. God how desperate was she? At least seven years without any intimate contact with another person? Oh yeah, she was pretty desperate.
Brooke breathed slowly, trying to calm herself but finding the task a bit harder then she had anticipated.

Every movement she made, had made him realize that this was going to be a hell of a lot harder than originally thought. What really starts to pain him after a while though, is the fact that at this point she’s essentially made to grind against him because of the horse’s bouncing steps in the thin line of snow. He’s finding it hard to concentrate on just about anything else at this point, and his fingers tighten slightly on her waist but he has to consciously prevent himself from squeezing harder than that so as to not give away his own frustration.

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