Ansley sat in the window seal of the window in John's room. The brisk London air hitting her bare skin, wearing only a tank top and loose jogging pants. She was smoking when John opened the door and froze at the sight of her.
"Staying here tonight, are you?" He asked and he dropped the bag he was carrying.
"I hadn't planned on it, but it seems that way." She said, slowly moving her eyes from the floor to meet his. "I hope you don't mind." She said plucking at the pants with her free hand. "I hadn't prepared for a sleep over."
His face was flushed as he looked away with a smirk on his face. "Not at all." He cleared his throat. "But, uh, you won't be seeing Sherlock tonight. Big, uh, big case."
She smiled and rose elegantly from the window. "Shame. I was hoping for a quiet night in. You've gotten a lot of press, you know?"
He finally took a breath. "Microft sent you."
"Of course he didn't. He advised against it. Strongly." She moved toward him, showing exactly how well his pants slightly slid down on her hips.
"Why did you come?" His eyes were planted firmly on her slightly swishing hips.
"Its rather obvious, isn't it?" She lifted her shirt over her head. Her bare breasts now free from their cloth prison. She looked down, bringing his attention to her lace underwear that was visible over the waistband of her pants.
He bit his lip. Without thinking anymore, he began throwing his jacket off, closing the gap between their bodies, and their lips. He freed his arms from the throngs of his jacket and gabbed her face in one hand and lacing his fingers through her hair firmly planting her lips against his.
She opened her mouth allowing his tongue to slip into her mouth, dancing gracefully with her own. Her hands wondered his body, unbuttoning his plaid button up.
They separated momentarily to breathe and strip off his remaining shirts.
She leaned kissing him from the neck down his chest. Stopping and kissing slowly over the line of his stomach.
He picked her up, wrapping his arms firmly around her waist and moving her to the bed.
She wrapped her legs around his body, kissing his neck over and over until she was thrust down.
He stripped her of her pants, revealing the black thong underneath. He smiled up at her, before crawling over her and kissing her softly.
"Why did you come here?"
She looked at him, gently biting her lip. He knew why she had come, but he wanted to hear her tell him.
"Say it." He lowered his head to kiss her again.
"You, you're why I came here." She breathed when the kiss ended.
His phone began ringing. He hesitated before sighing hard. "I have to get it. It could be important."
Her face hardened slightly "Go ahead." She rolled out from under him.
"Stay here tonight. I don't know if we'll be back."
She nodded as he answered his phone "Watson." He dressed quickly as he listened carefully.
She tuned out his conversation and resumed her place in the window, still only wearing her underwear.
He came over with a duvet from his bed and wrapped it around her shoulders. He kissed her cheek and mouthed 'good night' before he ran through the door.