"Oh he'll be out in a minute" John added nodding towards the bathroom door. But Janine ignored his words and skipped over to it, without knocking she pushed open the door and entered the bathroom. John's jaw fell open. A beautiful woman, In Sherlock's bathroom, wearing Sherlock's shirt. Christ! Sherlock was in the bath! Naked! with a beautiful woman!. A month hardly seemed enough time for such a change.
Inside the bathroom, however, it was not quite as John had envisaged.
"Room for a little one" Janine simpered, pushing the door shut behind her and leaning against it provocatively.
"I asked you to stay in the room" so Sherlock sternly, though any impressiveness of his expression was diminished by the large yellow rubber duck he had been playing with, happily as she entered. He was covered in bubbles so that all that could be seen was his head. And his duck.
"Oh don't be a spoil sport" she whispered kneeling down next to the bath. She reached into the bath and started swirling the surface of the water just south of Sherlock's navel.
"That's my shirt" said Sherlock, indignantly as she dipped the cuff into the water.
"But it looks so cute on me!" She exclaimed
"Undo me will you?" she asked
"But John" said Sherlock
"He won't know" she said, knowing that John was infact listening intensely behind the door as she spoke.
"Alright" sighed Sherlock. He didn't touch the buttons going down the front of her shirt, instead Janine turned and lifted up her hair. Sherlock began to unlace the back of Janine's neck and pulled the rubber skin over the head and away from the real body that lay beneath it. Moriarty turned round to face Sherlock with a grin on his face.
"Oh it is so suffocating wearing that" he said in his lower, natural voice.
"You could have waited in the bedroom" Sherlock said smiling back at him. "You have to be more careful"
"Oh John didn't suspect a thing!" Moriarty purred in Sherlock's ear. He stood up and shimmied out of the rest of his living doll suit. He stood up, fully naked, and posed with his hand on his hip.
"Much better" Said Sherlock, his voice copying Moriarty's erotic purr.
Moriarty looked down at Sherlock, nearly all the bubbles covering him were gone. He pouted and repeated his question.
"Room for a little one?" He batted his eyelids, he lowered himself into the water facing Sherlock, slowly so that everything could be seen. Sherlock tried to subtly hide his rubber duck from Moriarty's view by pushing it over the edge of the tub.
"Oh no, honey" said Moriarty in a voice that would make butter melt. "leave the duck"