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"I dare say I haven't. You have caused me quite a lot of trouble these past few weeks, Miss Price." Sherlock was dismissive.
"Adler, please. Mycroft couldn't have chosen a better name, could he? I would've appreciated something along the lines of Kate Middleton, or Madonna." She said, half to herself.
"Who?"
"No matter. I'm quite disappointed; I thought I'd left quite a strong impact on you, Mr Holmes." By this point she was inches away from him, her lips parted.
"You thought wrong." He didn't sound convincing, and broke away from their intense gaze.
Why would she do this to me? Sherlock thought to himself. After what I did for her. Sherlock absent-mindedly rearranged a few piles, and then back to the way they were. He didn't know what to do, and he could feel anger, desire and… something else. What the hell was it? He hadn't felt this way before. He wanted to do something with his hands and something with his lips, and then he wanted to close his eyes. He wanted to leave, but not leave the room. Sherlock just didn't know, and he didn't like not knowing.
It wasn't till ten minutes later (and by this point Irene was seated in his chair, legs crossed) he broke the silence.
"Tea? Or something stronger?" He asked eventually.
She simply laughed, and Sherlock sighed, annoyed.
"Then please, do me a favour, and tell me what the bloody hell you want!" He was losing his temper now. "I have been worried about you for weeks, years actually now you mention it. I haven't gotten as much as a hello! I saved your life, Irene Adler! And what have you given me in return? Silence. You have given me silence."
Irene had lost all seductiveness at this point, and was beginning to be annoyed herself. "You think this is my fault? You think it's my fault that your pathetic brother has forbidden me from talking to you? Did you not even get it in your mind palace that there was a reason for my silence? You think I didn't want to talk to you? It got to the point that I needed you, Sherlock. So I left."
"So you're saying it took you three weeks to get here? Or where else have you been? Getting some prostitution money? Because you seem fucking good at it!" Sherlock was burning up now, his jaw tight.
"As a matter of fact no! These three weeks I have basically destroyed any evidence of where I've been to get here! Some of your friends in the homeless network came in handy for that. But for fuck's sake Sherlock, I even lost my protection to be with you! I risked my-"Sherlock silenced her with a firm kiss to the mouth, his hands on either side of her face.
Irene responded as he had hoped. Her face muscles relaxed and her mouth parted, as did Sherlock's. Irene pulled Sherlock down to the chair, and they shared an embrace that both had needed.
"I am your protection, Irene Adler."
Hehe hope you enjoyed that chapter: 3 Sherlock is so sexy even in my own bad writing XD Phew.
Chapter three should be up soon.
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