"When did I get to meet her?" John asked as they walked back to Baker Street.

Their dinner conversation had been awkward, at least, for John, as Sherlock spilled as much as he would about his latest (and only) romantic escapade. John had settled between embarrassed and intrigued and Sherlock was just annoyed by the time that they had started for Baker Street.

"Whenever we see fit, John."

"'We'?" John sighed. "I just can't believe you let someone into your life like this..."

"I can't believe you got married," Sherlock retorted.

John rolled his eyes. "Little bit different. I wasn't married to myself."

Sherlock smiled, stopping outside Baker Street. "Do you want to come in? Or are you going to repair your breaking marriage?"

"It's not breaking. It's-"

"Broken," Sherlock muttered.

"No, it's building. We're fine. Don't worry about my relationship. You have yours to worry about. But, yes, I'm going back to my flat. I'll talk to you later?"

"Please don't text or call," Sherlock replied.

John shifted uncomfortably. "Look, I said I'm sorry, but you didn't have to answer your phone."

"Just no texts tonight. I'm going back to Eileen's later."

John held up his hands. "No more texts tonight. Have... um... fun," he said lamely, before turning for the street.

Sherlock smiled and let himself into Baker Street.

"Was John all right, then?" Eileen asked, cuddling into Sherlock's side.

Sherlock looked down at her. "What? Yes, of course. He's just having marriage problems. Or rather, adjusting to marriage problems."

"You said he just got married?"

"Just in the past six months, yes. He's just used to being a bachelor, is all."

"So are you," Eileen said. "You always forget to call me."

Sherlock sighed quietly, sinking lower onto the sofa. "Yes, I do, don't I? I'm not great at remembering things like social conventions such as calling people..." He murmured, brushing his thumb along her cheek. "But I do make up for it."

She nodded. "You do. With the little texts throughout the day..."

"I get so bored. John won't text me back because he's working and at least I can get a response from you..." he trailed off. "'You look beautiful today...' 'That dress brings out your eyes...'"

"'Wish I were there to run my fingers through your hair'," she quoted, smiling softly.

"Amongst other things," Sherlock added.

Eileen slapped his arm before snuggling close again. "Keep your mind out of the gutter, Sherlock Holmes."

"It's not in the gutter. It's thinking about you." He leaned down, pressing his lips against her forehead.

"Hmm..." Eileen tilted her head up, gently pressing her lips against his.

There was always a strange feeling when Sherlock kissed Eileen. He hadn't quite been able to figure it out, but it was a strange flutter in his stomach, or his heart, that didn't feel good but didn't entirely seem bad. Once that feeling diminished, there was just a warmth that pervaded, leaving him feeling warm and comfortable and happy.

Albeit... strange.

Sherlock snuck his arm behind her shoulders, drawing her closer.

"Sherlock-" she mumbled, but Sherlock cut her off.

"'m just kissing you," he murmured, bumping her nose lightly with his.

Eileen just sighed quietly, closing her eyes. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to Sherlock's once again.

Sherlock smiled.

When they broke apart, Sherlock rest his forehead against hers lightly. "You're tired..." he murmured.

"Mhmm..."

Sherlock removed his forehead from hers, drawing her against his chest again. "Was work tiresome?"

She nodded slightly. "Yes. And coupled with our morning... I'm tired."

"Go to bed."

Eileen tilted her head to look up at him. "Are you spending the night?"

"Do you want me to?" Sherlock asked.

"Snuggling with you is far better than sleeping alone, but if you have something else to do..."

Sherlock placed a finger against her lips, effectively quieting her. "If you want me to stay, I'll stay. No complaints."

Eileen beamed. "I'm going to get ready for bed."

"Good. The make-up comes off and the pyjamas are on; aka: when you look your best," Sherlock said.

"Oh, stop," Eileen laughed, getting to her feet. "Like I still say you're the cutest when you're just waking up. Sluggish, exhausted, and-"

"No!"

"- uninhibited," she continued, smiling. "It's still the cutest thing when you were half asleep that one morning, when I was getting ready for work, and you said 'I love you' before you started snoring the next second. In your t-shirt and pyjama pants-"

"Eileen, no."

"- hugging the blankets, with your hair splayed out across the pillow."

Sherlock scowled, crossing his arms. "I thought you were getting ready for bed."

Eileen smiled and Sherlock, unhelpfully, found himself smiling back.

So, some ShEileen (yes, I made a name :p) in this chapter. Back to John's POV in the next chapter, along with quite the surprise for our dear doctor...

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