Sherlock Holmes Chapter 1 - Socks, Sex and Sherlock
The characters of Sherlock Holmes belongs to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. The 21st century brilliance belongs to Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat. No infringement on my part is intended.
I have no Beta, Editor or other such charming person. All mistakes are my own.
For Rae...the Queen of Cupcakes! As per your request...
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Rae had been told that Sherlock Holmes was the best in the business. Her car had been stolen. She was sure in had fallen into nefarious hands so she had made her way to Baker Street. The door was opened by a lovely, older woman.
"I am Mrs. Hudson and I just did the floors, dear, please leave your shoes, here, and go on up."
Going up the stairs barefoot was a sensual experience. It was like she had already begun to get undressed for the man that waited at the top of the stairs. She had read Dr. Watson's blog about Mr. Holmes. "Love him in that hunting cap," she sighed as she knocked on the door and when told to enter, she was hoping that was just a general invitation to anything she wanted.
She stated her business. Damn, pictures did not do him justice!
"Yes, Rae, which would be the bases for your nom de plume. Here you stand barefoot and reeking of coffee...something from Sumatra. Please check with Mrs. Hudson about your lack of shoes before you leave. I do believe that you will find them missing once you exit, here. You both have shockingly small feet and she does so enjoy the latest in footwear, no matter how uncomfortable or the extent of skeletal injury it does to the female anatomy. Fuck-me pumps are a particular kink of hers. I f you go to Hudson's Hellish , you will not want them back. I am sure video has already been uploaded.
Now, your car was not stolen to be used in a series of bank robberies. Instead it was borrowed by your half-sister. When she illegally parked it and it was booted, she has not had the money to pay the ticket and impound fees so it sits in the Marble Arch impound lot."
"Do," she hesitated, eyeing the tall, handsome, brilliant man. "Do I owe you?"
"Well yes," he smiled as he leaned in, his nose delicately about her neck as his tongue took a low, lazy taste.
"What?" came the sigh as she felt her body trying to seek out more of his touch. His maleness was talking to the female that was in her. My gawd, he smelled divine. Like a man. Just soap and water and sex. And those curls that fell in ordered chaos about his face. Angelic in a devilish, way.
"I would judge from the time I leaned and licked your neck you were already wet, anticipating paying for my services in the oldest coin known to man. Just tell me, yes or no."
"Yes," she breathed out heavily.
"I thank you," he said, righting himself. "There is a basket of socks by the door. Please help yourself to a pair on your way out. Good day."
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Dear Readers,
Do to the adult content of this story, I will only post chapter 1-5, here. The rest of the chapters have been posted on fictionpad. You will need to fill out the site stating that you are 18+.
As always, thanks for reading!
CES