Hey guys my latest story. I haven't put one up in a while so enjoy. Just remember none of the characters in this story belong to me.

"Oh for the love of god! Sherlock if you don't have me now I will never let you anywhere near me again!" Irene said gripping the head board of her bed. To think that she would be tied up like this with Sherlock Holmes hovering over her, kissing her, stroking her and doing absolutely nothing that she wanted him to do to her was insane.

"Hush now…. I'm only giving you a taste of your own medicine." He smirked wickedly at her his chin resting on stomach.

"Sherlock I mean it!"

"Do you want me that bad Irene? Do you want me that bad Ms Adler?" He said kissing her hip, his hands cupping her bum cheeks. "I know you are Irene, I can see you are, just say it and I'm all yours for the night. Whatever you want I'll give it to you." His deep voice was husky and full of lust. "Do you?" Sherlock ran his index finger over her slick folds.

"Yes, yes I want you!" Irene arched her back. She would never admit it but she had been dreaming of having this man from the moment they met.

"So…you would like a taste of your own medicine?" said the fully clothed man above her.

"Yes, Mr Holmes" Irene squirmed and wriggled under him not wanting to wait any longer.

"Okay then." He hopped off her and the bed and headed towards her dressing table and pulled out the middle draw. Inside its plush red velvet lining lay a syringe full of a liquid that to this day he did not know what it was. What he did know was it had a most annoying effect on his body.

"What are you doing?" She asked huskily trying to look towards him but tries on wrists would not let her.

"You know what I'm doing Irene. I told you. I'm giving you a taste of your own medicine." He turned and smirked at the shear shock of betrayal on her face.

"You bastard Holmes!"

"Oh shut up." He says as he claims back on top on her. She can't move what weight he is putting on her is just too much.

"Don't you dare! I mean it. Don't ever think about putting that needle anywhere near me." Again she wriggled trying to get away. Holmes took hold of her and gave her what she deserved after all she had done the same to him (ish).

"Ahh…"

The whole room began to spin as he kissed her. The kiss was deep and passionate, her eyesight became fuzzy as she watched him undress and remove the tries from her ankles. "I…I…"

"No no no no no no. Don't talk just…" he through the condom packet on the floor. "relax." Sherlock grazed his nails up and down her thigh from her bum to her knee and lifted her leg and wrapped it around him. Before he entered her he kissed her lips and whispered "This is the way I want you to remember me, the man who had you." It was then that he thrust into her filling her to the core. After a moment he began to move slowly at first and then he picked up speed one hand on her thigh the other under her shoulder. The drugged Irene Adler was moaning and sighing with every thrust. He felt ashamed at just how well she was coping with the drug in her system by this point he had blacked out.

She was close he could feel her walls begin to tighten around him. Sherlock picked up the space and dug his nails in hard into her thigh making the Woman look at him as she came and she did it with the most beautiful cry. He pulled out of her slowly an untried her.

"Sher…I…I…"

"Shush…" he brushed her hair out of her face and kissed her on the cheek. "You'll be fine in the morning. Just sleep."

Holmes tidied himself and the room. He took up his coat and scarf and paused a while by the door looking at her laying sound asleep under the covers he had put over her. He could not help but wonder just how many people had the ever seen her like this. So peaceful. So calm. So beautiful.

"Goodnight Irene."

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