-Joan's POV

It was ten minutes past eight in the evening, saw Joan on the analogical clock on Sherlock's bedside table. She was laying there breathless. They were both completely naked and he was still on top of her where he had collapsed after giving her multiple strong orgasms. They were having sex for the past two hours. God they were fucking like bunnies, thought Joan with a smile. Right then Sherlock made a growling noise from his throat and moved off of her to bury his face in the pillow only a few inches away from her own. Joan let a sigh escape her chest and rose to sit on the bed with her feet on the floor. A light sundress -she usually whore inside the house- was scattered in front of her and she gathered it and put it on while looking for her underwear.

"Where are you going?" Sherlock raised his head to look at her, his eyes still weirdly glowing from his orgasmic high.

"I'm going to watch the news." she answered him simply.

"Do I bore you so completely that immediately after sex you prefer to watch the news." his tone was mocking, a mockery to conceal slight hurt and frustration that even then were visible to Joan's eyes. She gave him a sincere smile before bending to put on the underwear she had found on the other side of the room.

"No Sherlock, I would stay, but the police department are going to release the case to the press tonight, did you forget?" he forgot nothing usually.

"Oh, right... right, well then... you better go watch it." he said with a bit of relief in his voice. She gave him one last look and a smile as she left the room.

The press release had just ended when she lowered the TV's volume and heard him breathing hard in and out behind her in the TV room. She turned her head to look at him.

"How long have you been standing there?" she asked him softly.

"Since the press conference started." came his answer.

"And why did you not sit down to watch it comfortably?"

"Because... because I was not sure where to sit." he answered with rear sincerity.

"I don't understand..."

"Well, should I sit on the armchair beside you or come to sit in the same one as you? If someone else was your partner he would most likely follow the second tactic, it's most appropriate for relationships." he sounded confused, something he almost never was, she understood that this new relationship situation was unnerving for him, he did not know or he was not sure how to act around her most of the time. She wanted to help him, but how? How could she do it without seeming like she was teaching him, or without taking all the responsibilities on herself?

"Sherlock, you could just sit on the armchair beside me, there is no need to act differently than you normally would on such plain occasions." but when she thought about it better she wonder if maybe it was not a plain everyday occasion, you never knew with him, he only had one other relationship before her -that she knew of- and for the most part he was under the influence, so maybe it was a big deal. When he said nothing in response she continued: "and after all if I didn't want you to act as yourself why would I be with you in the first place?" that seemed to settle him a bit.

"Maybe we should get a pizza." was his answer. Joan laughed softly to herself and rolled her eyes.

"Well then go make the call." she told him returning her gaze to the TV.

She got out when the bell rung because she knew that Sherlock was probably busy with something and would never answer the poor pizza guy. She took in the box and tipped him before closing the door behind him. She went to the study where Sherlock was sitting on the floor. Around him she could see several papers of what looked like resumes.

"Pizza's here." she told him and when she got no answer, "What are you working on?"

"These are some of the most skilled chemists of New York, I'm going through their work to see if anyone could possibly have any relations with a cult or a secret club or you know... anything of that short."

"Oh... any luck?" she had gone in and out of the kitchen, to bring plates and napkins for them to eat the pizza. She sat opposite him and with one hand tried to make room amidst the papers to set the pizza box down, she opened it and took a slice. She hadn't realized how hungry all that sex had made her.

"Well, there is a Dr Alexander Montana that has had some unexplained funding over the course of his career, but then there is also Dr Nathan Nikolai -American mother, Russian father- that has been experimenting with alternative ways to completely dissolve organic and non recyclable materials, you could say that a body is an organic material, couldn't you? And also there is another, a bit older, Dr Stefan Nobleton, British but he has had years in new york, he has a big laboratory in town but has nothing to show for his work the last five years, it just strikes me a bit odd. That's all." he concluded.

"I guess we have some visits for tomorrow then?"

"That's right."

"What about the name and the date then? Did they find anyone?"

"Well they actually found seven couples that got married that August and the woman was named Sara."

"Nothing more specific?"

"Two of them are still happily married and both intact, one husband died in Iraq, so that leaves four divorces."he paused and took his third slice of pizza.

"So we are also investigating husbands tomorrow?" she put down the crust of her second slice and immediately Sherlock took it and devoured it in a single mouthful. That brought a smile on Joan, he was making her smile a lot today.

-Sherlock's POV

"No detective Bell will do that, and then they expect us to go into the precinct for an update." he informed her and then stood up to take a walk around the library and the study, he had started getting cramps sitting like that for so long as he had.

They continued working, mostly they were investigating the good doctors a bit further. Found some dirt for them, some censored files and they all got a lot of hate since they were fundamental capitalists, they also had some unsatisfied employees.

"I'm exhausted, I think I'll go to bed." she announced after two hours. He had to tell her now, there was no more time to stall it.

"Will... will you stay a bit?" he begun but abruptly stopped. She turned to look at him puzzled.

"Why, is there something else you want to go over?"

"No, I... I just wanted to ask you if you would like to sleep with me tonight?" he saw her looking at him for a second and then her small eyes widened a bit.

"Sherlock, I'm not sure I can handle anymore sex for tonight..." her voice trailed off at the end. His expression must have seemed shocked at her, he realized, but he was only terrified that he hadn't said it right.

"No, no, I just meant sleep, not sex, it's... just sleeping... together..."

"Oh, okay then."

They walked together towards his room, his bed was still undone from their previews activities, he hadn't bothered to straighten it before, now he almost regretted it. He watched her there, they had entered together but not on the fever of sex, she was there not for pleasure but to relax, he knew it was idiotic to think like that but it seemed different to him, somehow more intimate than intercourse. He was suddenly flushed like a teenage boy about to loose his virginity. He quickly proceeded to taking off his shirt and his trousers in order to hide that flush.

Joan looked a bit disoriented, like she didn't know what was expected of her, that was usually his place, so naturally e wanted to make it easier for her. He walked toward her and took her face between his palms kissing her softly, then went on and clutched the hem of her dress and took it off of her, leaving her only with her panties. He looked at her for a moment, taking her beauty in, processing and enjoying the image of her bare breasts, then kissed her again, pulling her towards his bed. He sat down when the back of his knees hit the edge, pulled her on him, still kissing and then they lay there, her on top, until she rolled over and took her place at the left side of his bed. Sherlock moved next to her pulling the covers with him and spread them on top of them both, Joan rolled over, her back on him, waiting for him to spoon her, and so he did, no more hesitation clouding over his thoughts and actions.

-Author's note

Surprise! I bet you didn't expect an update at this point, I know I wouldn't... I'm so sorry for the long absence it's just that I've been on vacation -it's been a wonderful summer here in Greece- and I had my head so full of other things that I couldn't possibly sit down and wright anything. But now I'm back in the game! Today I have been writing all day long -its about two in the morning here now- and I am, also, preparing a new story that is set in the Mortal Instruments' fandom, I will have it uploaded soon for you to enjoy!

Anyway... about this story now... Firstly I discovered that I have no future in mystery and crime novels, I mean I just cannot find any good ideas to make the plot about the crime interesting. So I chose to focus a bit more on the relationship part from now on... No real lemons in this part but hopefully more is coming!

As always I beg you all to review and tell me what you think, if I'm doing good or if I screwed things up, and also I absolutely need your ideas about the plot and how it could progress!

-Kisses M.