A/N: Well, this is how I thought it went after Sherlock saves her from being executed. Funnily enough, I didn't want it to end in the way most people would. Where's the fun in that?
"How-" she stammered. "How did you know?" She looked up at him in awe, drinking in his unruly hair, the high cheekbones and the same mischievous glint in his eye. Despite all the running, she didn't feel exhausted. Instead, she felt the same feeling as the first time she saw him. She felt it, the pull between the two of them. It was there, and it was overpowering.
He raised an eyebrow at her, questioning her. "Mr. Holmes, are you smirking at me?" she asked him, amused. Her breath caught when a dazzling smile answered her.
"Never, Miss Adler," he replied, shaking his head. "It's very simple, isn't it?" He said, the most natural thing that came to him. "After Mycroft finished his business with the phone, what else was he supposed to do but give it back to you? He had no use of it. What else could he have done? I simply inferred that he gave it back to you. I tracked it." Her eyebrows shot up in surprise, Her face betraying her as she suppressed a smile. She opened her mouth to ask but he held his hand up, and she closed her mouth again. "You don't think I would let my greatest weakness out of my sight, would you? That would be pretty stupid, and I am everything but. You would think that-"
She launched herself at him so hard that he had to take a few steps back to steady himself; kissing him, meeting his inexperienced lips. Her hands found his hair and her fingers entangled themselves in them – something she wanted to do ever since he stepped into the room in her old house. He wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling her closer to him. His inexperienced lips met hers and countered each movement. He pulled away for air, and she took this to kiss him deeper, pushing her tongue between his lips. She held him closer, his head in place. A soft moan from deep in his throat escaped his mouth.
She pulled away, his face following hers. His eyes were closed, and when he opened them to gaze at her, she was smirking at him. "Beg me first." She said, smiling as she remembered the fond memory in his flat. Her eyes traveled to his face and her hands fell to his chest. His pupils were dilated, dark with desire. His heartbeat and breathing matched hers.
"I never beg," he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes – an amused look on his face as he pulled her closer. "But for you, I just might," he paused before smirking at her and saying, "twice." She flashed him a grin before he leaned in to place a light kiss on her lips. "But I think it's time we had dinner," he said as he released her and held his hand out to her. "Anticipation is key, Miss Adler," he said, deep and low. She looked up at him and took his hand. He tugged her closer. "Are you sure that I will be the one who'll be begging tonight?"
A/N: Well, that's it - a cliff hanger. If I you tell me to continue this, then I will. For now, I'll leave it at that. x
