Notes:

Sorry it's been a while since my last update, but here's the next chapter. I'm dividing my time between three stories and also my personal life is an absolute wreck right now. But I will soldier on and continue to write for Sherlock and TWD till I can type no longer. ON TO THE CHAPTER!

Light smut contained.

Chapter 4

The knock at the door caused Evelyn to freeze. She knew it couldn't be Jim because she was just messaging him and if it was John he would have been calling out her name and banging on the outside door, not the bathroom door. Someone was in her room, just waiting for her to step outside.

She stepped out of the shower and threw on a light robe and grabbed her phone and texted the first person that came to her mind.

Someone is in my room. I don't know what to do. EP

She tucked the phone into the pocket of her robe, taking a deep breath she opened the door to see an older man sitting at the edge of her bed. "Are you Mizz Palmer?" he asked in a thick Russian accent.

"Maybe." She retorted, keeping her distance.

The Russian man chuckled, "I vill take zat as a yes." He stood up and approached her, his full 6'4 height towering over her. "Stay avay from Moriarty, if you vant to remain innocent." He handed her a card with a phone number written on the back and headed towards the door without saying another word.

"Who are you?" She asked curiously as he opened the door.

"Not of importance, goodbye Mizz. Palmer." With that the Russian man was gone and her phone began to buzz. She pulled out her phone and looked down at the incoming call.

Incoming Call: John Watson

She slid the lock on her phone over and quietly spoke out of fear the Russian man was some how still watching her.

"John, I'm fine...It was just housekeeping," She lied, "They didn't hear me in the shower and had a delivery for me."

"Are you sure? I can come over, I'm out right now, I could swing by?" Watson suggested. Evelyn thought for a moment then smiled, "Actually, yeah. You can come over." She offered.

"I'll be there in a few minutes. Want me to bring anything?" She could hear John's smile over the cellphone which made her feel happy herself. Jim Moriarty may intrigue her sexually but John has always been the one she could see herself settling down with.

"No I'm good. See you soon." Evelyn remained in her robe and fixed her wet hair so it wasn't a tangled mess, then John knocked at the door, "It's me Eve." She chuckled softly to herself and went to let him in.

Watson froze when he saw she was still in her robe. His cheeks began turned a bright red and he instead chose to look down at his shoes. "Sorry, I, uh, I, didn't know you weren't dressed yet."

"Does it make you uncomfortable Watson?" Her voice was darker than usual to him and he shook his head, "No, no, no. No, no it's fine." He stammered.

"Come on in, let me find some clothes." She turned on her heel and walked to the dresser and pulled out her undergarments and outfit. She turned her head to John who was sitting on the bed, drinking her in, "Mind turned around?" She smiled.

John blushed again and walked out to the balcony and faced out towards the road, giving her the privacy she needed.

Evelyn pulled the phone out of her pocket and placed it on the table in front of her, she untied her robe and it fell to the ground around her feet. Her phone buzzed.

You tease. JM

Evelyn looked around the room then to the windows which were covered in a sheer white curtain. Where was this man and how could he always see her? She grabbed her dark purple panties and slid them up her legs.

Slower darling. JM

Evelyn looked down to the message and felt a shock run up and down her spine. The excitement rushing through her veins, one man watching her and the other just outside the balcony doors. She reached for her bra and slid it onto her body and clasped it shut.

If you must… JM

She let out a small laugh and wide grin at the last message and reached for her phone,

I'm sorry. Was it better off? EP

She wondered why she was doing this, especially since a large Russian man had just told her to the opposite thing and stay away from this man. But what concern of his was it if she chose to have a little fun with the dashing Irishman?

Much better. The things I would do to you Evelyn.. JM

Her stomach tightened and she felt like reaching into her panties to please herself at the thought of all the things Jim could do to her. She looked outside to John who was sitting on a chair drinking his tea while patiently waiting for her.

Like what? EP

She hesitated for a moment before pressing send, then went ahead and hit the button. She closed her eyes and waiting for a response. Buzz, buzz.

Later love. I promise you will never forget it. JM

Whose teasing who now? EP

Someone a little sexually frustrated? JM

Perhaps. EP

Well, as I said before, later. Answer my call tonight, that is if you're not too frustrated? I can be quiet the handful. JM

We'll see. EP

Have a good day love. JM

Evelyn placed her phone down, she was incredibly turned on from Moriarty and he just left her pining for him. She saw John stretch his arms out of the corner of her eye and bit down on her lip.

"Do it." She thought to herself, her desires speaking louder than her rationality. She sauntered over to the curtains and called John's name. He turned to her voice and his jaw dropped and he covered his eyes.

"Eve! You're in your undergarments!" He exclaimed, stumbling forwards and knocking over his tea.

"John." She held him still and removed his hand from his face and brought it around to rest on her ass. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him. "Just touch me John." She whispered into his ear, her scent of vanilla invading his senses which began to make him feel love drunk.

Watson slid his hands up to rest on her waist and leaned in to kiss her softly. She wasn't looking to make love but she probably couldn't look forward to a good shag from Watson anyways so she let him do his own thing.

"Evelyn," He mumbled against her skin, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

She smiled at him lightly and kissed him, running her tongue along his bottom lip, begging for access. He complied and deepened their kiss, their tongues mashing together as he led her to the bed. When the back of her legs met with the mattress she fell backwards and grabbed onto John's shirt, taking him down with her.

Evelyn parted her legs and reached down to touch herself through the lacy material. John groaned as he watched her pleasure herself, "You're so beautiful." He spoke into the crook of neck and began to softly kiss the skin.

"Don't speak John." She ordered as she continued working herself. He was beginning to feel a bit awkward as she pleased herself below him, he tried to contain his lust for her on his end as he didn't want to go much further than what was happening.

Evelyn kept her eyes closed, imagining herself with Jim in every position known to her. It helped that she could feel Watson between her legs and kissing up and down her neck to keep her stimulated. Her stomach began to tighten as her orgasm drew nearer. She prayed she'd moan the right name when it hit her.

"Come for me Evelyn." John whispered against her ear, his hand travelled off her hip to grope her breast through the padded material of her bra, eliciting a small whimper from Evelyn. Her moaning became louder and uncontrollable, her legs beginning to shake. Then it hit her, she arched her back and called out John's name.

She opened her eyes and panted while looking up at John, "Thank you." She whispered hoarsely. He leaned down and kissed her softly and rested his forehead against hers, looking into her eyes, "Any time." He quietly said to her before planting another small kiss on her lips.

John stood up and looked down at his lover's hair splayed out on the sheets, her cheeks slightly pink from her orgasm. His phone rang in his back pocket and he groaned in disgust.

Where are you? SH

At Evelyn's. What? JW

Rude. Did I interrupt something? SH

No. JW

Finished already? No wonder you have so many ex's. SH

Watson grunted in frustration and Evelyn sat up on the bed, "Let me guess, Sherlock?" She questioned as she stood up and adjusted her underwear.

He nodded and continued to message him.

I'm not getting into this Sherlock. JW

So she didn't reciprocate? SH

Shut up! JW

Well at least she got off. Kind of selfish if you ask me. SH

And what would you know about anything sexual...or human contact for that matter? JW

Evelyn sighed and walked over to pull on her skirt and fitted navy blue t-shirt. She looked at her phone and noted a message from a private number but recognized the signature.

Tisk, tisk Evelyn. I could do better. JM

Guess you'll have to prove that to me. EP

Just wait darling, you'll beg for me. JM

Evelyn put her phone down and looked to John who was now having an all out texting argument with Sherlock. "I should get going. I woke up late and have a lot of errands to run." She explained.

John locked his phone and slipped it into his back pocket. He walked up to her and slipped his hands around her waist again and kissed her, "I'll call you later. Just don't disappear like last night." He begged. Evelyn nodded and stepped backwards to grab her phone.

Oh yuck. I don't like him kissing you sweetheart. JM

"Whose that?" John asked curiously.

"Just my friend." She lied, "I am suppose to meet her today to do some shopping."

I love it when you lie. JM

"How in the hell do you know what I am saying?!" She screamed in her mind. She was about to tear her room apart in hopes of finding some small camera that would give her some answers.

Watson smiled and kissed her once more before heading for the door and closing it behind him. She grabbed her purse and slipped into her black heels and waited a few minutes before heading out herself.

Her phone buzzed an hour later and she rolled her eyes, "I'm thinking...Jim!" She joked to herself and looked at the screen, she was correct.

What size are you? JM

I'm surprised you don't already know that. EP

I'm thinking 36-27-33. JM

Damn he was good.

I take it that means I am correct? JM

Surprisingly yes. Why did you ask? EP

It's a surprise. Are you still pining for my touch love? JM

Not sure. EP

You will be. I'll see you soon. JM

Evelyn swallowed hard, the knot in her stomach began to form again as she realized she was still craving Jim. She could have all she wanted of John but in the end she ultimately was filled with desire for the unknown, for Moriarty.

A lil bit of sexting/teasing with Moriarty and some light smut with John. May be some errors with spelling, Im very tired haha. But hopefully it's all good :)