Sherlock Holmes and Irene Adler. I loved this film with Robert Downey Jr and I fell in love with this couple. I apologise if some of the language or terms aren't with the right time, or if they don't fit with the characters, but this is how I imagine they could be. Let me know what you think please because it's my first Sherlock Holmes fanfiction. ENJOY! (:

Sherlock Holmes had just arrived back at his Baker Street home. Briskly moved past Mrs. Hudson as he walked in and went straight in to his room, smashing the door closed as he entered. He closed the curtains and laid down next to the roaring fire, he needed rest. He's just closed up a case, same old really... cheating husband, jealous wife and a messy struggle.

It had been a month since the events with Lord Blackwood, Watson was happily living with Mary and they were to be married in a week. Holmes hated the idea of going to the wedding and having to talk to lots of people all day, but he was thankful for the promise of an alcoholic beverage.

He had heard that Irene Adler had made a run for it, but the police didn't mind really as she helped with the crisis of Blackwood, just as long as she didn't make any trouble. Holmes was a bit envious of her probably out being reckless, meeting new people and having fun... without him. She was right; he does miss her, knowing her she'll turn out of the blue again though.

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A week later and Holmes was alone again, strolling back from Watson's wedding. He managed to keep to the shadows most of the time, he wished them a good honeymoon and bid his farewells. He'd just turned the corner to Baker Street and all was quiet, the sun was just setting and the odd person walked past him on his way.

As he approached his door, Holmes could see a figure sitting on the steps outside the front of his house. Of course, out of the blue, there was Irene Adler.

''Hello stranger'' Holmes smiled at her as her head snapped up and she stared at him. ''Lost another ginger midget?''

She smiled up at him, stood up and knocked on the door. It opened moments later and Mrs. Hudson greeted them, Irene walked in and turned around to see Holmes looking suspiciously at her.

''Coming in?'' She said staring back at him, she proceeded upstairs and headed for his room. She was pleased when she heard him coming up behind her, so she felt it was okay to walk in. Holmes quickly brushed past her to put the fire on and make sure any valuables were hidden; no one could trust Miss. Irene Adler, not even him. Once this was done Holmes turned around to stare at her again, whilst standing by the now burning fire, he was about to ask why she was here when she cut him off.

''I just felt like seeing you. You must have started to miss me.'' She stated, smiling cheekily at him. She slowly started to approach him to where he was standing, he didn't move, just stood there with his coat still on and his hands in his pocket, only his eyes following her movements. She now stood less than a metre away from him and they were both getting nervous at the closeness, the two most brilliant minded people in London were getting nervous at the first sign of intimacy.

''Well I wouldn't say that... for all I know you started to miss me'' Holmes stated in a bit of a whisper. The last time they saw each other, she said he was her weak spot; she must care for him even if she is, at times, a cold, criminalist woman. He cared for her greatly, he called it love at heart, but he'd never admit it... only if she did first.

Irene smiled at him, never trying to show emotion because he thinks she doesn't care for him. She thought she proved that with what she said on the bridge.

''Do you remember it?'' Irene asked him, staring up at him; their bodies now close enough to brush against each other. She wanted to know if he could remember the kiss in the hotel room, he was drugged after all.

''And what should I be trying to remember exactly?'' he answered, with a straight face.

Well, in Irene Adler's mind the best way to jog someone's memory was repeating actions and so she went for it. She slowly ran her hands up his chest and up to the sides of his face. One hand resting on his neck and the other threading through his hair. She leaned closer, their bodies now completely pressed against each other, his eyes staring straight back in to hers. His face held a bit of confusion, but he loved it all the same because he always has loved Irene.

She felt his hands on her waist, his grip firm and yet gentle all the same on her, as if he didn't want this to stop. Irene could tell that he wanted her to take the lead, so she leaned even closer towards him and stopped as their lips were just millimetres away from each other.

''Remember this...'' she whispered at last and pressed her lips on to his. They stayed like that for a moment, just enjoying the feel of each other. Until Holmes opened his mouth and the kiss grew more passionate. Irene didn't realise he'd be so welcoming to the kiss, but she did love the response he was giving. Both of his hands had started to roam her body, but not too much, he worried she might not really want this.

They broke apart, he nodded in confirmation that he did remember it and they stared at each other, until Sherlock broke the awkward silence and walked over to his desk, trying to look busy. He turned back round towards her and leant against the desk. Sherlock cleared his throat and looked up at her.

''Did you need anything in specific?'' he asked whilst looking around the room and then back into her eyes.

Irene simply shrugged her shoulders and let a small tear trickle down her cheek. "The professor really hit the nail on the head... you're my weak spot" she smiled sadly and walked back out of Sherlock Homes' room and Baker Street home.

I have another version of this story where Sherlock doesn't stop the kiss and they... well you know and there's some cute-fluff the morning after. But I felt this one is that little bit more in character and I could find it easier to carry this one on. If people review and like it that is, pretty please review and let me know (: HAPPY WRITING ALL!