This is my first fic for this fandom, so please don't be too harsh on me :D. I obviously don't own Sherlock.
'I don't understand why you say her husband did it?'
'Isn't it obvious? He was having an affair. She caught him with his lover and in the heat of the moment, he did the first thing he that came to his mind. He attacked her.'
Victoria felt like she could go on listening to him forever. He had a lovely voice so deep and sexy. He made the unsexiest things sexy when he spoke about them.
Victoria Calypso Rittenberg was not an ordinary woman. She was up there among the top hackers of the world. Her services had been enlisted multiple times by different governments and agencies. Sherlock's brother, Mycroft was one those she had worked for multiple times. Sherlock had enlisted her services for a case a year ago, and being a secret fan of the detective, she had gladly obliged.
While working together, John Watson developed an attraction towards her, which she was only too glad to reciprocate. He was a good man, warm and kind and dependable. He came into her life like a piece of sunshine. She loved him and her loved her, and they were in a very good place in life.
But sometimes she wanted something more. John wasn't unintelligent, but he was not anywhere close to her level. Her extraordinarily high IQ had led her to be somewhat of a social outcast of sorts. The people around her seemed so dull.
And then there was Sherlock. Sherlock, the only man he had ever known who provided her any sort of intellectual stimulation. The first man in ages whom she felt like she could wholeheartedly admire.
She dreamed of solving cases with him forever. Listening to him go on and offering her own insights. She had done that only once before and while he offered no words of praise, the way he said 'You're right', the way he acknowledged her insight was a reward in itself. And then there would be computers. Surely, her ability to hack into particularly everything would come handy in loads of cases. Eventually some day Sherlock would come to admire her as much as she admired him.
She gazed at him with a corner of her eye. While her attraction to him primarily arose from his intelligence, his looks did not hurt. She often mentally removed all those layers off him, revealing his hot body. She fantasized about tugging those ridiculous curls and gazing at his lovely eyes before riding the fuck out of him.
He was so beautiful, it was distracting. She could not look at him without wanting to rip off his shirt, to penetrate those lips of his with her tongue. She wondered if he knew. Oh, who was she kidding? He had probably deduced it long ago.
She suspected she would not find him as attractive if he was ready to jump into bed with her. One of the things that made him so attractive to her was his sexual unavailability. It was like he was beyond the sex, sexual desires were the domain of lesser beings.
What a quandary.
'Darling.' John Watson, sunshine of her line said, catching hold of her shoulder. 'Let's have dinner.'
'yeah sure.' She said, rising. She loved John, she truly did. But sometimes, she wanted something more.