Irene Adler. 'The Woman'. A woman with many names, and many, many secrets. Her own secrets, other people's secrets, trade secrets.. always secrets. On the night he was drugged by Ms. Adler, Sherlock had lent her his coat to cover up her.. distractions. During that encounter, she recorded a rather intimate noise and set it as her personal ringtone for whenever she sent a text to his phone. The next morning, when Sherlock was back to his normal, detective-y, undrugged self, he continuously received text messages from her. This happened several times, while conversing with his brother, Mycroft, his landlady, Mrs. Hudson, and his flatmate/significant other, John. John was very irritated with Sherlock over the fact he had that as a ringtone, and wouldn't change it. Little did he know, Sherlock planned on changing it. That night, after all the events of that day, when the frustration needed to be released through the means of rigorous make-up sex, Sherlock recorded John making a very similar noise to the one that Irene had recorded. Once they were finished, and John had fallen asleep like an adorable hedgehog, Sherlock dug his phone out and changed the alert tone on his cell. Not just for Irene's phone number, but for every single text that he would receive. He also scrolled through his contacts list and selected 'Jawn', changing the ringtone (for when he called) and set it as the extended version of the noises. What a splendid evening.
When they woke up, Sherlock decided that John needed to eat breakfast, as his depression caused him to skip eating. Sherlock, however, refused to eat breakfast, as he found that the need to digest clouded his thought processes. He instead decided to read the daily newspaper, which John persisted he do in order to keep up with current events. As they were sitting at the table, Mycroft walked in, followed by a very uncomfortable looking Mrs. Hudson, who vehemently claimed that he had barged his way in.
"Sherlock, what have you found out about the case, our client is getting very anxious!" Mycroft complained to his younger brother, who was sitting at the dining table in nothing but his robe. John looked up from his laptop with his mouth full of cereal (though his mouth had been full with something else the night before that) and he was only wearing his boxers.
"Can't we have a single moment of peace to ourselves in the mornings?" John grumbled past his mouthful of food.
"Insignificant, John, and very boring," Sherlock remarked at the same time that Mrs. Hudson scolded John for talking with his mouth full.
Not even a second later, Sherlock received a text message from Greg Lestrade asking for details on the Adler case. And because Sherlock always kept his cell on full volume, the recording of John's moan caused a very uncomfortable silence throughout the entire room, and a distinct blush on John's face. Sherlock smirked, picking up the phone to press the 'view later' button on the text message screen, while Mrs. Hudson openly gaped, mouth hanging open, and John's mouthful of cereal went flying across the table. Mycroft's eyes widened at his brother.
"What the bloody hell was that? Certainly different from yesterday's tone!" Mycroft exclaimed.
"Oh, nevermind it!" John yelled, standing up, showing his rather revealing boxers. Sounds make for happy Jawns, if you know what I mean. Sherlock openly grinned and winked, and Mrs. Hudson nearly fainted. Mycroft's face turned a very bright shade of red, though not as red as John's.
