Disclaimer : I own nothing .I make nothing. But it sure is fun.
Joan watched Sherlock as he worked his way thru breakfast. Completely unaffected it seemed.
How could he do that? She wondered. She knew she would not forget the experience. He certainly wouldn't. He remembered everything. She supposed now there was a box in his attic marked "making love to Joan."
She hadn't been surprised to wake up alone this morning .She had known when she drifted back to sleep he would be gone when she got up, his restless mind already pulling him away.
It wasn't that they were in love either. Although she did love him, deeply as a friend. He had simply needed her. No different than his need for his favorite breakfast cereal. Yet she didn't believe it had merely been the need for sex. He could obtain that anywhere and had on several occasions since she had been here. He had needed her Joan Watson.
She smiled faintly, suddenly lost in the memory .Her coffee cup paused halfway to her lips. She had awoken to a wave of pleasure moving thru her. Holmes next to her, whispering her name. Hands moving over her, gently persistent.
"Sherlock "she gasped as his mouth met hers.
"Your skin is so soft." he murmurs "You smell like jasmine. "Then his lips find the tender spot on her neck and she became lost in the pleasure and his soft whispering.
Now she was standing in their kitchen, staring at this childlike man who had changed her life, gave it new meaning. It had been the most unexpected passionate night of her life .Making love with her best friend. He might not ever need her in that way again and she was fine with that. She wouldn't give up her current life for anything. Certainly not for bodily pleasures.
"Watson snap out of it" he cried pulling her out of her reverie. "We have a case!"
She smiled at him then put her cup on the counter.
"Well let's go then!"
Next chapter will be M and will be Sherlock's point of view.