The Deal ch 4
I decided not to go to detail and write a lemon in this. I wanted to keep it T rated for as long as possible. I may have to change the rating later on, perhaps you all can tell me whether it needs to be M rated or is fine as T. I think I've been updating every day, which is a massive achievement, because I've been seriously bogged down in work D: I'm really keen on getting this story finished, and I have this whole idea on how to end it, and even have a sequel planned out. ;) I have this whole idea of what Jimmy will do to Avie to keep her out the way during TRF. I'm so excited! Oh, jeez, this is the longest A/N I've written. Ever. So, I'll shut up and get on with it. Please review, and if you're too lazy to login, or don't have an account, anon reviews are now turned on. :D
When Avery awoke the next morning, the first thing she was aware of was a stinging pain on the lower back of her body.
Whilst pondering why she was in such a predicament, she became aware of a pair of arms wrapped around her, holding her close against a warm, muscular body. She was not resting her head on a pillow, but on said body's torso. Which Avery preferred, oddly enough.
Breathing out contentedly, Avery opened her eyes, blinking in the bright sunlight. She took a moment to get her bearings. She was in a bedroom, that was for sure. A modern, nicely furnished room. Oh.
The night's events fell back into her mind as her eyes landed on an object lying on the edge of the king-size bed. A riding crop. Memories flashed through her mind rapidly, bringing a blush to her cheeks. Oh. That was why her lower back hurt. Suppressing a giggle at the memory, Avery turned her attention to the man who held her in his arms.
She couldn't deny it – he was bloody gorgeous, psychopathic criminal mastermind or not.
"Enjoying the view?" a drawling Irish voice asked lazily.
Avery smirked to herself, sliding her hands slowly up his chest to rest at the nape of his neck.
"Mmm," she agreed, as he leaned in for a kiss.
His laugh echoed through the room, intoxicating her.
"I want you to hurt him. Sherlock I mean. Hell, I want you to burn him." Jim told Avery, pulling her closer against his chest, his tone turning menacing.
"Can you do that for me, Avie?" he asked, his voice calm and gentle again.
Avery tried not to appear startled by this sudden change in his mood.
"Of course I can," she replied, leaning in to kiss him.
X
She returned home shortly after ten in the morning, to find Sherlock Holmes sitting on the floor by her apartment door.
"What do you want?" Avery asked.
"I need your advice again." Sherlock admitted.
Avery looked him up and down scathingly.
"You're the great Sherlock Holmes. What can you possibly need from me, an amateur forensics geek?" she asked.
"If you were an amateur I wouldn't be asking for your help again. Can I come in?" Sherlock countered. Sensing that she wasn't going to win this one, Avery unlocked her flat door and gestured he should follow her inside.
"Right," said Avery, settling in an armchair opposite him, "what's so difficult it's got your genius mind boggled?"
He was silent for a minute before he replied.
"There's this nagging feeling at the back of my mind, Avery, I just can't quite place it," he said, locking his fingers and gazing into space.
Avery frowned for a moment.
"I'm not a psychic. And that's not the reason you've come here. You're here about the potassium. You're wondering how I can possibly know so much about forensics without formal training, and you're wondering what the hell I'm doing living in Baker Street." Avery reeled off.
Sherlock stared at her, stunned.
"That's… exactly the problem," he finally managed to say, "but you missed the fact that I'm wondering where you learned to read people," he added.
Avery laughed. "I never learned. Just like with the forensics. I've always been good at reading people – I'm observant. As for forensics I did half a semester at college then left because it got boring. I learnt enough to expand my research myself- it's always useful to know how to hack. I spotted the potassium because I've seen it in blood before. And why am I here? Because I can't afford anywhere else."
He was stunned. Completely, utterly stunned. Avery noticed this and smirked.
Jimmy would be pleased with her. Very pleased indeed.
She would make Sherlock Holmes fall in love with her, and then she would burn him. She would make him hurt, make him beg for death. And Jimmy would be proud.
But for now, she smiled innocently at him, and engaged in a conversation.
Perhaps this would be easier than she had first thought.
I know, Avie's kind of crazy now, and Sherlock's a little OOC. I'll try to work on this. The next chapter picks up from The Great Game, when Baker Street gets blown up. I thought I'd give you all a preview here, I know it's just a few lines… but…:
The street was silent. Avery Jackson was just settling down at her laptop, writing up a new bit of research she was doing on the human mind, when a loud BOOM echoed from upstairs, followed by several screams and shouted swear words.
Shoving her feet into her boots, Avery crossed the room, wrenched the door open, and bounded up the stairs two at a time.
The windows of 221B Baker Street had been blown out.
"Oh, Christ, Jimmy, what have you done now?" Avery whispered to herself, pulling her phone out of her pocket.
So. There you go. If you have any suggestions as to what I should include in the Jimmy/Avery ship, please let me know. (I don't write explicit stuff, so please don't ask that of me). Thank you!