Busted
SHWatson, after S2.01, bad English, Irene Adler, denial. M, gay sex scene.
Contains a major spoiler on Sherlock Series Season 2.01 "A Scandal in Belgravia". If you haven't seen it yet I recommend you watch it and then return to this fanfiction. Without some knowledge of some characters this story is hard to understand.
It also contains a slight form of homosexual sex. Not very graphic, but it is there nonetheless. If you don't like it, I recommend you just stay away from it.
Summary: Irene goes to visit Sherlock since she knows he likes her – or that's what she thinks. Instead other things are going on at 221B Baker Street.
Busted
She was pleasantly surprised when he opened the door, dressed in only a bed sheet.
'Well, well,' she said. 'The great Sherlock Holmes, dressed so scarcely. Happy to see me, Mr Holmes?'
'Miss Adler,' he acknowledged, his voice low as usual. 'You've come to disturb us at a rather inconvenient time.' He smiled then. 'Though I am pleased to see you. John thinks you're dead – again. Let's surprise him.'
He opened the door further, revealing he really didn't wear anything else and she lifted her brown in expectation.
'Although,' Sherlock said unexpectedly quick – that changeable mind of his… 'I might better warn John there's a visitor here…' He shifted rather nervously and called upstairs,
'JOHN! JAWHN! WE HAVE A VISITOR!'
'Okay, Sherlock!' was called down in reply and the sound of rapid moving feet was heard from upstairs.
She looked at Sherlock questioningly. 'Did I miss something here? Has John come back from the… sexual preferences he told me about?' Sherlock raised a brow and she laughed. 'Hasn't he told you, Mr Holmes? He met me when I first "died" and you followed him… I reckon you haven't heard that part. He said, if I recall correctly: "Well, if anyone still cares, I am not gay!" We were talking about that wicked relationship of yours.'
Sherlock stood perfectly still for about three seconds and then he rushed further without warning.
'Miss Adler, there is no relationship between John and me besides friendship or companionship. Certainly not a sexual one. Follow me, please.'
He took the stairs two (or three, she couldn't see because of the damn bed sheet) at a time.
'You clearly are in a hurry to get back to a certain man, Holmes,' she said teasingly. He turned around in a flash and pinned her to the wall.
'Irene Adler. You are The Woman, the Dominatrix. I know you had an affair with the Queen for some time. You like binding them and I do not. I also know, as do you, that you are desperate for me. Your phone code gave you away. I am Sherlocked. Of course you were but don't worry. You didn't think for one moment that I was really interested in you? I was just playing the game…' A smile playing around the corner of his mouth was the only way she could see that he could read her now. 'Telly me I am a homosexual should invoke my wrath. I know what I am, who I am and I am fine with that.' He stared at her unwaveringly and in his eyes she saw burning hate for her, but then that face softened and he smiled at her. 'I am sorry. Lately I've been quite… emotional. A project around Baskerville kind of "messed with my emotions", as John puts it.'
'Leave it, Sherlock. I'm not angry with you or something.' She paused her mouth slightly opened and a smile pulling the corners of her mouth. 'Actually… I'm glad it did. I like you better with your emotions than without them. Perhaps you might find something… interesting around here. And Sherlock, I call you by your first name… so do you from now on. Everyone knows I'm The Woman. Why not call me Irene, then?'
Sherlock took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. 'I will not do that. If you really want to know why –something I doubt– you are to deduct yourself why. I will not tell you.'
'You don't want to tell me.' She looked resigned and started to turn to leave.
'Don't. You should stay. I have already told John a visitor is here and I think Mrs Hudson caught this as well, so tea will be ready soon… Please stay with us for a moment.'
She sighed and then took a breath. 'Okay. I will. But I won't make this visit a long one. Obviously some things have to be discussed by you and John which I do not want to interrupt. You really need to work that out.'
He sighed and gestured for her to come in. 'Let's not make it more difficult than it already is, miss Adler.'
'I will not.' Smiling, she stepped inside the real 221B Baker Street, only to see a fully clothed John Watson staring at her in awe.
'W-what?'
