Hi again, sorry this took so long to update, fanfiction kept rejecting it. Not sure where how long I could really keep this going, so I'm just going to do this chapter and basically get them to stay together, but fear not because I have a very out of character, but cute sequel one-shot I can do after this. Sorry if you wanted more, I have writers block. Enjoy all! (:

They didn't know. Neither of them had a clue where they went from here. They both knew they wanted this to turn into something permanent. One brilliant, yet mad Sherlock Holmes and a devious, cunning Irene Adler... they weren't sure if that was the best mixture. What were they going to do though, they wanted this. Who knew anymore?

"Well what would do you want?" Irene asked smiling sweetly at him.

"I believe I asked you?" Sherlock knew what she was doing.

"No, I insist, Sherlock" Irene said through gritted teeth, but when she realised, she smiled again.

"No, no my dear. You first Irene" Sherlock said softly chuckling, but staring intently in her eyes, trying to force her to say it first.

Oh God this could go on forever! Sherlock specifically asked first so that he wouldn't risk his heart being broken. But Irene wouldn't either because he didn't jump at the chance she gave him on the bridge.

"Okay, I think that we should go for a walk and a chat" Sherlock resolved the situation... for now. Irene agreed with him and excused herself to pick up some fresh clothes; she always took spares with her. After they had both had a wash up and were dressed in clean clothes, they met in the foyer of the house. Sherlock opened the door for Irene and followed her out into the fresh Monday morning air.

London was quiet; everyone was at work and running errands for their employees. The odd carriage ran through the street and the odd person briskly walking to certain places. Everyone had a place they had to be. Except for the two people now walking down the sides of the Thames.

"Sherlock stop lying, he so beat you!" Irene laughed at Sherlock's excuses. She was referring to the boxing match she had seen him at. The guy he was fighting was a lot beefier and probably used his weight to beat Holmes up.

"Excuse me Irene, I'll have you know that the man I fought is still in hospital, his ribs are healing slower than I had intended" Sherlock had beat him; he had the skills for it. How could she not believe him?

"Did you 'discombobulate' him?" Irene asked smiling at how Sherlock had told her he plans out what he does before a fight. And that discombobulating people was the best way to win. She watched him at a match a while back and his theory seemed to work.

"Of course I did, it's my signature move" Sherlock winked down at her as they carried on walking.

"Adding in a few punches to the face, ribs and kicks to the stomach... of course" Irene stated she knew how Sherlock played these things. She's seen him in enough fights to know.

Irene went to carry on walking until she felt a hand on her arm stopping her. She turned around smiling at Sherlock, then she noticed that he looked a bit serious.

"One of us has got to take the first step or we'll end up walking up the full length of the Thames 3 times, before we've even thought about why we came here" Irene didn't know what to expect, love or rejection? Sherlock took a deep breath.

"I missed you. When we're together I'm the happiest man on earth and I feel like the luckiest guy in London... but then you run away. You leave and don't turn up for months on end. There's no way of me reaching you because you're so unstable and you just run from every crisis. So I just mope and hideaway in Baker Street until you turn up and bring me back to life." Sherlock couldn't believe he was about to admit it, and he only hoped for one thing... that it wouldn't be rejection.

"You're unreliable, trouble and a right handful... but despite all that... I... err..." just say it Sherlock! He couldn't do it, why was this so hard when it's what he's wanted to tell her for years? Irene so wanted to hear those words, sure a million men had said it to her before. But they all meant nothing compared to Sherlock Holmes.

"I... You're my weak spot too" Sherlock immediately looked down at his shoes in shame. That's not what he wanted to say to her. Oh damn, what was he going to do?! Before he knew it, Irene had stormed off in the direction they had been walking. He ran after her and pulled her wrist so that she turned to him. She was crying.

"Why couldn't you just say it?" Irene whimpered staring at him. Well, a big round of applause for the village idiot, Sherlock Holmes. He'd just made the women he loves cry, well done him.

"I don't want this to go wrong... I'm afraid of rejection" Sherlock answered truthfully, staring back into her eyes. He then looked confused, because Irene herself started to chuckle softly.

"Rejection? You idiot, as if I would reject you" Sherlock was pleasantly surprised with that answer, and even more surprised when she pulled the lapels of his jackets so that they're lips were just millimetres away from each other. They pressed together, their lips now touching, in a gentle loving kiss. Just like the night before.

"Irene Adler... I am completely and truthfully in love with you" Sherlock whispered when they pulled away. Irene had the biggest smile on her face and went to kiss him again. They didn't care that three old ladies walking past gasped that they were being so passionate in public. Sherlock and Irene laughed into the kiss at the old ladies. They pulled away again and were still in each other's arms; Irene was biting down on her bottom lip, staring at his lips.

"You're my weak spot too Holmes" Irene grinned, Sherlock went to ask why she hadn't declared her love back to him. But before he could Irene pulled him in for their third kiss in 2minutes. Sherlock ended up succumbing to the kiss, he knew she loved him back. Their kiss grew hungry and their hands started to roam each other's bodies. Before it lead to something unsuitable for public they pulled apart, grabbed each other's hands and walked back to Sherlock's Baker Street home. Quickly... there were things to do.

Right all I can manage. Hope it wasn't too much of a disappointment, I tried. Hopefully I'll see you all at the sequel, I'm hoping to get that up within the week... but i'm not promising anything (: HAPPY WRITING ALLLLLLLLLL! AnnaTW x