Hello! First of all thank you for reading! This is my fist ever story and i had contemplated writing it for a while. I pretty obsessed with Sherlock and Adlock are just perfection and the isn't enough Irene and Sherlock fics out there so i thought i'd do my own. Hope you enjoy it, peace comment, review and whatever else, that would be lovely! Thank you!
Disclaimer: Alas, i do not own Sherlock... Unfortunately.
Chapter one
'Run'
Being the strong and independent woman Irene is, she begins to take down the guards too instead of listening to the clever man, tears drying from her eyes and the adrenaline running through her body smiling with such thanks at the man who just saved her life. As Sherlock turned attacking three of the henchmen at once Irene elbowed the dark man standing next to here in his crotch like she did all those months ago back in her old home in London. They were a perfect team.
'do you ever listen to anyone else?' He said in more of an amused tone than angry whilst finishing off the last group of strange men. Irene walked towards the man who meant so much to her.
In a whisper right behind his left ear she said
'I told you i misbehave' and brushed one very soft kiss one Sherlock's lips. She cupped his cheek as she did so, almost cutting herself on the glass cheekbones. A small and light kiss, not much more, she knew him and thought anything else would be too much, hes not like the other men shes been with.
Sherlock stood for a second trying to process what just happened but he had never experienced this and his brain was trying to calculate different reasons, ways, meanings, anything that would help but once again she was a puzzle to him. He was knocked out of his trace when he heard someone shout in anger in the now familiar foreign language. All he did was grab her hand and run before more of the Karachi men could catch them. It was round 11PM. Sherlock couldn't do is usual thing of calling a taxi since this was Karachi, not London. Irene spotted the bike and new it was his as lay over the seat was a long think grey coat that she once wore herself.
'your not wearing that coat over your "dress" are you' she laughed to herself, she never imagined seeing Sherlock in anything but a shirt and shirt never mind in a dress like fashion.
'well yes its my coat...' he stated almost puzzled and to why she would ask such a silly question.
Throwing on his signature cloak like coat (that didn't really compliment his burka but who cares) and the plain black helmet he'd prepared he jumped on the motorbike that he arrived on and gently threw Irene the second helmet.
'get on' locking blue eyes on blue he almost smirked and revved the motorbike. She giggled and wiped the last few tears from her face.
'oh i like it when your commanding' she said regaining her usual seductive self as she throe her left leg right over the seat with ease and wrapped her arms round his waist feeling the rough material of his coat as she placed her head on his shoulder. She finally felt safe, after all the running and danger she'd been through. He smiled at her warmth and they drove through the heat away from the horrors they just escaped from. The drive was quite silent, they both tried to relax and enjoy the sensual breeze.
TBC
I know its not very long but got lots planned!