Hello people!

So in this and in the next chapter, the bases of this story are going to be revealed, again I make certain allusions regarding Irene's past. Sherlock is his usual unusual being. Hope that you enjoy it.

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"Mh, to misbehave…" and she knew exactly how to drive him to desperation.

"Good…" not what she was expecting "I have … ahm…a proposition." He mumbled while the air that he was exhaling came in contact with her skin. The hard part was to convince her that being an ally was the best option and he truly hoped that he could use the attraction that they felt for one another against her. Not mention that this was the first time in many months that they laid eyes on each other. And at this moment, unlike all the other times, he did not need an adversary, he could want it but at this time he was focused on the simple fact that his mother needed a lesson and having her play for the wrong side wasn't in his plans.

"I'm all ears…." One of her hands was holding him close with an unexpected strength, while the other was tangled on his hair. In a sudden movement he was able to get himself free of the Woman. He was losing control and he was not even near a position where he could afford it at the moment.

With long, decisive strides he was in the opposite side of the room with a tousled hair and the top three of his shirt's buttons undone. He turned his back to the Woman, maybe it would be easier to negotiate, at least he hoped so.

"Miss Adler, it came to my notice that you have been very very careless when it comes to making new friends…" so this was the game that they were playing at the moment, Sherlock was completely ignoring the events of the last minutes. Two could play the same game, and to a certain point Irene was grateful for the simple fact that she had time to rebuild her barriers. "Not to mention the fact that you should be nowhere near England…"

"Well Mister Holmes, actually is Miss Somerset and besides, what his life without a bit of danger?" the woman made her move by walking to one of the Victorian windows. "Papa wasn´t that happy since I supposedly missed some relatively important events within the family but what can I do… Oh and of course, the whole subject of being a single mother was pretty far of his usual cup of tea but then again we both know that's not quite like that…" she pronounced with a hint of flirt in her voice. In more than twenty years, she had never set a foot in her family's house. Her relationship with any familiar had been extinguished and when she acquired 'friends', their backgrounds were scrutinized to the smallest detail. That was the main reason why she almost never accepted people from similar backgrounds to hers. The only exception that she could remember was the posh little thing that had completely no idea of dramas or problems that were long pass her actual time of interest.

And yet, she had always found a way to be there… In her mother's final breaths, she had been hidden behind a carefully constructed masque. In her nephews' baptisms or in her father's recent marriage in some ways, she was always present.

"Duke Somerset, that was your way in…"

"Well, I truly had hoped to never succumb to papa's assistance again in my life, however it seemed the most reasonable choice, besides Nero is in need of some kind of stability in his life." The accusation in her voice might had been somewhat concealed but when it reached Sherlock's ears, it took a toll on him that he wasn't expecting. Leaving had not been easy, at all, especially when his subcontinent always found ways to associate daily actions or objects to Nero and Irene. "Almost no one was happy to see me, I wonder why…" a sour smile filled the face that he worshiped. He was very aware of how much she blame herself, but if he had learn something in his life was that it was impossible to fight nature, and someone with her nature, in his eyes was one of the most magnificent thinks that could ever exist, but that did not meant that others were able to appreciate it or even understand it. That was probably the reason with the fit together as well as they did, even with the toxic and instable relationship that they had with one another.

"Oh, it seemed to me that at the very least, you strongly resemble a fallen angel in my mother's eyes… And in that fact, it lays my proposition…" she sense that has getting closer, which almost never happened… This was his form of backing up from one of their matchs, he was offering the game in a silver platter. And yet Sherlock Holmes rarely sacrificed things in his life, he never admitted surrender… "Woman, I need you…" he pronounced while he slowly ran his fingertips in the foreigner tissue that composed her summer dress. Now she was the one in the brick of desperation…

"Tell me… tell me more." Her breathing was getting more and more erratic with his smooth touches. And she knew, she knew that she was getting into a path where she would regret on being later, when everything became too much to handle to the both of them.

"Your assistance… it is vital… in this particular matter…" he slowly traced the skin that he could reach, at this point he was starting to consider a dinner invitation… "You see… she thinks that I have to … let's say… acquire some more friends… a friend in particular… a woman… The Woman…" at every breath he took her defences would get lower and lower. But she could not afford it, she wouldn't afford it. If not for her sake, for their child's sake, that was in a tremendous need of a capable mother and not someone that would jump in a rabbit's hole without looking back.

"No…" his lips were yet again pressed against her skin, his little smirk had be obvious to her. The more she refused, the harder it would be to let her go. Sherlock just wanted to be done with this, his mother needed to be stopped. But no, he had to continue, to put an additional strength on his already weakened mind, he had to place his bets on the basic chemistry of the human body.

"Oh but your body is screaming 'yes' Woman…" He should have stopped when he had the chance.

"Of course it is… did you check my pulse?" his laughter reverberated in her bare skin. He wouldn't stop. It was obvious to her that his thin line of control had been surpassed and hers, well she was not that far from him. However, she needed to control him before things got out of hand. But it felt so good… "Sherlock… stop…"

It was marvellous how her body screamed for him, but her mind, that had been his down fall, the more she tried to fight him, to remain control, the more desperate he how get, besides he was more than aware that she was so close to her breaking point.

At this time, he sacrificed a mental battle to win the ultimate war and if he had to succumb to sentiment, so be it. Now, it was a completely different confront. He could have tried reason, but the woman knew too much for her own good. The only possibility was to appeal to their past. This had exceeded the simple fact of teaching his mother, at this point it was their relationship that was in cause.

And as he had predicted, the woman had been defeated.

"Yes…"

Finally she had turn around with fire in her eyes, a light red in her cheek bones and her rumpled summer dress. In a sudden movement, he was the one being pushed against the nearest solid surface and knew that the time of meaningless seducing was long past behind them. And now, the better was to hope that they wouldn't be discovered by any one.

"Sherlock what-" exactly what they needed, his mother…


Yeah, and this is it. Hope that you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Now we are in a crucial point, when things start to get way more real…

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