Chapter 1
(author's note: This is my first fic and as such, might seem odd. feedback apprectiated! I set this for just before TRF, it seems to work best in my head. Enjoy!)
Her heels click as she steps onto the first stair. Overhead, the violin pauses. She smiles, and hits Send. A moan, hers of course, sounds down the stairs. She continues up the stairs.
Irene swings the door open to 221B. She smiles at John, and gestures to the door. "I believe you were on your way out?"
"What, now?" John says, looking at his half eaten plate. He grumbles to himself as he gets his coat. As he makes his way out he glances at Sherlock, silhouetted against the window. He hadn't moved from where he had stood, playing in front of the window. "I'll be back later, Sherlock."
"Oh I wouldn't bother coming back until at least tomorrow, John. We'll be quite busy until then" Irene said softly, eyes locked on Sherlock. The door swings shut behind her, as Sherlock finally turns away from the window. Irene steps forward, her long coat parting slightly. Sherlock's eyes lock onto her long, stocking-clad leg, bare as far as he could see.
"Why are you here?" Sherlock asks in his deep, made for sex voice. "Wait, let me see. You are here in an attempt to seduce me, you've wanted to since the beginning and now this just proves it more. But why now, what is the new factor? Long coat, new. Heels, you're favorite pair, going by the wear. not much under that new coat. Hmmm. You're leaving soon aren't you? Probably permanently. So you thought you would give this one last shot. And you're prepared to do what you have to, including paying off John. Well I suppose I might be persuaded." He steps towards her, smirking slightly. "It depends on what is under that coat."
Irene looks up at him wondering to herself what it was about him that makes her brain shut down. She starts to wonder what it would be like to just give in, allow herself to be ravished by the tall, lean consulting detective. Suddenly she mentally shakes herself awake.
"Correct on all counts but one. I didn't pay John. I just asked nicely. And maybe set him up with a lovely girl I know, named Mary. I think they'll get along well." She smirked. "And as for what is under this coat, are you sure you'd like to know?" Almost purring as she closed the distance between them, looking up at Sherlock.