John was a little tense, not sure how he was going to approach Sherlock about the panties he found on his bedroom floor a few nights ago, but he needed to know.

"Sherlock," John came around the corner, than stared at Sherlock who was sitting and reading the paper. He did not look up, simply flipping another page he read on.

"Yes John…"

"Are you sure you are alright with me going out? I mean…I feel bad sometimes leaving you by yourself."

"I'm fine."

"Are you sure, I mean we could go do something."

"John," Setting the paper down, Sherlock's eyes locked with Johns. "Go, it's rude to keep a lady waiting."

"Alright…fine. I will bring you back something to eat."

"I'm not hungry."

"I know you are never hungry." He turned a moment and then quickly turned back around. "Sherlock, can I ask you something."

"What is it my dear Watson." Sherlock's head tilted to the side, he looked a bit board.

"I found these…the other night while you were sleeping." Tossing the delicate panties on the table, he watched Sherlock's eyebrows come together. "I assume they are not yours."

"They are…"

"Wait what?" John was taken aback a bit. "They are yours? Sherlock, why would you have these?"

"My experiments,"

"Your…Oh forget it. I don't want to know. As long as it doesn't involve my having to find another head in the fridge, I don't care." Snatching a set of keys off the table, he went to the door. "Sherlock,"

"Mhm." Sherlock's gaze flickered.

"Call me if you need me alright."

"Why would I need you?"

"No reason at all." With that, John had closed the door and left Sherlock, who was smirking at the panties still left on the table.

Waiting a good hour to make sure John was really gone; Sherlock leapt from his chair and grabbed his phone off a stack of books.

Leaning back in his chair, he feverishly began to text.

I'm hungry

SH

Upon sending the message, a deviant smile crossed his face. Only when the perverted ringtone sounded did he know he was in for it.

On my way

IA

"Well now, it's about time you asked me out for dinner." Irene was leaning against the door frame. Sherlock must have spaced out and not realized the time that had passed, or Irene was just faster then she looked.

"Well, John is out…so I figured," He paused when Irene had strutted up to him like a proud peacock. Her delicate fingers stroked under his chin, causing him to groan softly. "I figured we could have…dinner."

"And dinner we will have by sweet." Irene seemed pleased that Sherlock was running his hands up and down her shoulders. "How hungry are you?" She bit her lit, teasing him when she bumped her leg into his thigh.

"Very." Sherlock whispered into her ear as he suddenly grazed his lips over her flesh. She was so soft, like silk and sweet chocolate. She had this wonderful scent, must have been cherry blossom, but it drew him close till his chest was against her.

Pressing Irene up against the wall, Sherlock kissed down her neck and pecked her collar bone. Irene still noticed how he hesitated at some points, but it was a lot better than before. To encourage him onwards, she ran her hands though his dark curls and nuzzled his neck, allowing him to kiss her tender bosom. He seemed to fumble with her shirt buttons only a moment before he managed to slid her shirt off and toss it aside.

"Mhm…" Running his fingers over her body, he watched as her own fingers popped off the buttons to his purple button down. Pealing the shirt off of Sherlock, her hands immediately began to run over his back. Her fingers grazed over the mounds of muscles and over every bump of his spine, which caused him to shiver and groan.

Nipping at Sherlock's bottom lip, Irene's hands traveled down to his trousers, snapping the button off and unzipping them. She felt Sherlock tense, but almost immediately he relaxed and pushed into her more.

"You are hungry aren't you?" Allowing Sherlock to push her down on his bed, he fell forwards onto her.

"Yes." His deep voice sent chills down her spine, and her pulse quickened. Feeling hips tingle, she smirked and wrapped and arm around his neck.

"Let's dig in shall we?" her free hand had pulled her own pants and panties off. Sherlock removed the rest of his cloths before leaning down and ravaging her with love. Kissing her brutally, he was met back with the same force. Irene loved the brutality, and the more he responded the more Irene moaned and panted.

Sherlock's larger hands ran up and down her legs, than carefully stroked her stomach and waist. He leaned down, kissing her stomach in a perfect line, before leaning back up and kissing her forehead.

"I have done a little research." He was panting, his erection was throbbing painfully, but he held back. "John's laptop has provided useful." Sherlock's hand over Irene's heat, then very carefully, he used one finger to run over her tender nerve bundle which made her back arch off the bed.

"Mhm~" Throwing her head to the side, Irene bit her lip. "You naughty thing, you." Despite Sherlock's teasing and rubbing, she smiled through her thick moaning. She gasped and jerked up when Sherlock pushed his fingers into her and thrust them at a rather rapid rate. Only did he smile when she grabbed his shoulders and cry out. "Oh, Sherlock! More, please…"

"Does that feel good?" Sherlock couldn't help but cock his head to the right, intrigued by her reaction. Was she begging him now? Not giving her time to answer his question, he positioned himself between her hips, than leaned forwards. Sliding into her, he pushed all the way in till his hips bumped her own. Taking a second to adjust himself, he rolled his neck till it cracked. "Oh…" He groaned softly, she felt wonderful around him. She seemed to just suck him in further, and he loved it.

"Move already." She slapped his side, which left a painful red mark. "Or I will force you to be on the bottom."

"No hurry." Pulling out, he thrust back in, staring off his pace slow and steady before he began to work up some steam. Getting a medium speed, Sherlock was panting hard, his squeezed shut and his back arched from leaning over her. Irene wrapped both arms around his neck and pulled him down till she could snuggle into his neck. Her moaning was only turning him on more, which caused him to slam his hips into her as hard as he could.

"Ah! Oh~" Irene arched back, her head tossed to the side and she grabbed the bed sheets. "Oh god!"

"Ha..Ha….Ha…Mhm…Urrk." Sherlock leaned up, throwing his head back as he continued to ram into her. He could feel her fluids coating his shaft and his waist; he didn't even care about it soaking the bed. He just wanted her. He just wanted her love. Then came that swelling feeling in his belly and he knew he was close. "Gahh! I-Irene." Falling back down he picked her up and sat up one more. Forcing her to bounce hard in his lap, The angle was perfect and Sherlock rolled his eyes back into his head as he came. Grunting, he squeezed her tight, enjoying her own orgasm which squeezed Sherlock's shaft in the most brilliant ways.

"Oh~" Irene was trembling, she was greedily savoring the feeling of his worm fluid in her belly now. "Now for desert," Pushing Sherlock back, she sat atop him. Rocking her hips, she stroked the side of Sherlock's face and smiled. After a moment she worked up a good pace of bouncing. It was Sherlock's turn now to grip and yank at the sheets. She wasn't even giving him a moment to breath; if she kept going like that he was going to lose it too fast. He sat up a bit when the swelling feeling came back, his mouth agape he was about to give in when she stopped. The swelling went away and Sherlock felt robbed.

"Haha, you didn't think I would let you get off that easy would you, you are going to have to work for it." She kissed his cheek and watched him glare at her. She rocked a bit, shivering as her own pleasure was satisfied. After a moment she began again and Sherlock but his lip. Sweat began to bead on his forehead and he gasped when she really slammed down on him. It was a bit painful, but the pleasure was just as intense. "Irene…Please." Sherlock knew she was going stop again soon. The swelling feeling came back and she seemed to know when he was on the drink. Stopping every time he was about to release, she giggled in a most sinister way. Sherlock's shaft was throbbing in the most painful way now, he needed to come, if he didn't he was going to lose it. "Irene please…Please…." He whimpered and his face showed a hint of sadness and that made Irene smiled tenderly. "Please let me…." He was cut off when she put a finger to his lips and she began her movement again.

Sherlock's back came off the bed but Irene was quick to force him back down. Riding Sherlock hard, she felt him twitch inside of her. Slamming her hips down once more, she watched as Sherlock's mouth widened, and his eyes almost bulge out of his head as he came into her. Felling her to the brim, he could even feel his own seed leaking onto himself.

"Oh my…you feel delightful" Irene road off her own orgasm, savoring the feeling of her favorite lover inside of her. "You would make any woman a happy one with this." Dismounting Sherlock, she laid on his chest, kissing his collar bone, then his cheekbones. "But, seems you are already taken. You seem to fancy John." She watched him glare at her. "Okay okay…" Right as she was about to kiss him again, she heart the main door to the flat close. "Uh-oh!" Panicking, she raced around the flat and gathered her and Sherlock's cloths. Running back into Sherlock's room she tossed a sheet over Sherlock, then quickly got under his bed to hide.

"Sherlock, I'm back. I brought you something." John said as he came up the stairs. Setting the bag of food down on the table he looked around, all was peaceful. "Sherlock?" John went into the hall and knocked on Sherlock's door before he opened it. "Gah! Sherlock," John looked away. "Do you have to sleep in the nude? Is it too much to put something on before you go to bed?" He watched as Sherlock got up, the sheet falling a bit, enough to expose his lower thighs to John. "I…jesus….I brought you something to eat. Put something on then go eat, I'm going to shower." Leaving, John shook his head and sighed.

"That was close." Irene whispered from under the bed. "Guess that's my sign to be off." Crawling out from under the bed, she smiled at Sherlock as he sat down. "Thanks for dinner." She pecked his lips, noticing how groggy he looked. As she backed away for the door, she said, "Next time, let's have dinner for three." She cherished the look of surprise and horror on Sherlock's face.