A/N: Well, this is a one-shot about Irene Adler and Sherlock Holmes, I hope you enjoy!
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Irene Adler sighed. She was once again divorced, this time to Sir James McGuire, an English nobleman. She almost regretted the marriage now. He was a extremely dull person. But he had a great deal of money and had been quiote taken with her from their first meeting.
She looked down at the black and white photograph in her hand. It was Sherlock Holmes. Unbeknownst the man himself, she had taken this from his room just weeks ago.
She missed him dearly. Although, she would never admit this to anyone. Her heart yearned for him, as his did for her. Irene wished life had been different. Perhaps if it had, they could be together. But she knew they never would be. The thought brought tears to her eyes. It was a moment of weakness, and she quickly wiped them away.
'No use missing something I have never and will never have' she told herself, willing the ache in her chest to go away.
It was silly, feeling this way. Especially for Sherlock Holmes. But she knew she would never want anyone else, no matter who they were or how much money they had. Secretly, she would always want him, wish it was him at the altar, waiting for her. Life was unfair that way, making her want him so.
Irene shook thoughts of the great detective from her mind and attempted to regain her composure. The doorbell rang and she went to get it.
When she opened it, a look of great shock graced her beautiful face.
"Hello Irene," the man said, a smile over his handsome face.
He leaned forward and kissed her deeply. The shock wore off and Irene immediately began kissing him back, with eagerness.
She finally had what she had always wanted.
Sherlock Holmes.
Well, that was my first attempt at Irene/Holmes! I hope you enjoyed it and please review!