Summary: A study of Sherlock Holmes, conducted by Irene Adler. So many things about the consulting detective intrigued her.
Disclaimer: Naturally it doesn't belong to me.
Last Thoughts
Sherlock Holmes was an attractive man. But it wasn't his face, nor his posture or his eyes that fascinated Irene Adler most. No, what intrigued her at first were his fingers.
Those long, slender fingers that moved as fast as his thoughts; faster than he could speak. They seemed like an organism of their own, constantly moving around. Whenever Irene Adler was around the private consultant her eyes were immediately drawn to those fingers.
Sherlock Holmes was either drumming on whatever surface was near him, or he was moving his fingers through his hair. Sometimes when he was deeply concentrating he would put his fingertips against each other and sit still; it never lasted long. But what she loved most was when he played the violin. The way his fingers touched the correct chords, elegantly and easy, and with unbelievable precision.
Irene Adler could not deny that she was attracted to the physical aspects of people but that didn't mean that she wouldn't delve deeper. Sherlock's voice for example. That deep growl when he was in thought, lost in his mind palace. The incomprehensible speed when something bothered him or when he was surprised.
The Woman had to smile; she remembered the first time Sherlock answered one of her question. It must have been the first time he'd talked too fast for anyone to understand him. She liked his voice when he talked even when she couldn't follow the content of his speech. It didn't matter, the tone, the inflections, they calmed her and allowed her to feel safe. Maybe that had contributed to her fatal mistake.
His cheekbones. The Woman wished she could take his face into her hand and feel those cheekbones. No wonder John evaded them when he hit Sherlock Holmes. Irene Adler smiled. She wouldn't have spared them.
The cheekbones were a nice addition to an overall likeable appearance but they didn't stand out as much as his eyes. Those beautiful green eyes. She could lose herself in them. There was untamable energy in them, they were so awake, so active, always darting around, keeping his surroundings under surveillance. They seemed like they could see through every masquerade, Irene Adler had been afraid that he saw through her scheme on more than one occasion.
Looking exceptionally well clad in nothing more than a sheet was an added bonus. He bore a certain resemblance to old Greek and Roman statues, naturally a sheet fit him well. The consulting detective was well built, no girl would condemn that.
And the energy vibrating in his body was amazing and definitely contagious. She'd seen John Watson, dead tired, in his chair. Nothing would get the man to go out again, except Sherlock Holmes. If Sherlock Holmes entered the living room and ordered Dr. Watson to follow him he'd be on his feet immediately. No one could resist that energy.
For Sherlock Holmes everything seemed to happen a lot faster than for a normal human being. His speech, his pace, his gestures, everything was so delicate and quickly.
Irene Adler would miss that. She'd miss his silence regarding her messages. She regretted that she would never be able to ask him out to dinner again. That she'd never see him again.
The woman clicked send and her last text message to the consulting detective began its travel. She looked up to the executioner. The Woman felt no remorse for what she'd done in the past; there was nothing she'd wished to change in her life. The thought of Sherlock Holmes however brought a sad smile to her lips.
Then she heard the noise, that noise. Her eyes locked with the deep green eyes that she knew so well and she smiled.
A/N.: I know it's short but I think it fits. What do you think? Please leave me a review!