A/n: Hey I'm back! Just so you know, the prom was AMAZING! Feet hurt a little bit, but oh well. Every one looked stunning! Enjoy the next chapter.
ADVANCED WARNING!
THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A GRAPHIC SEX SCENE SO IF YOU ARE OFFENED BY THE CONTENT PLEASE SKIP IT OR DON'T COMPLAIN TO ME, IT IS ESSENTUAL TO THE PLOT. ALSO PLEASE REMEMBER THAT THIS IS THE FIRST SEX SCENE I HAVE WRITTEN SO SORRY IF IT'S RUBBISH!
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Chapter 7
"Have you found out who the father is Holmes?" asked Watson one day after he had checked Irene up.
"No Watson, I haven't we briefly touched on the subject but I was met with some resistance" replied Holmes.
"Since when has that ever stopped you?"
"Good point Watson, very good point"
"I implore you to do one this Holmes, don't stress her out, it's not good for the baby."
Irene heard scratching at her door's lock. She sighed and heaved her bolder of a stomach off the bed and waddled over to the door. Apon opening it she found Sherlock Holmes packing his tools away.
"I'm getting the strange sense of déjà vu" she said.
"I was going to knock but I did not want to disturb you"
"So you decided to break into my room instead then"
"You're in a bad mood, I'll come back later."
"No don't!" She blurted out whilst her had shot out to grab his wrist. She contorted her face into a fake smile to disguise her embarrassment. She invited him in and sat back on the bed again.
"What do you want?"
"Who's the father Irene?" Asked Sherlock bluntly.
Well you don't beat around the bush, do you detective? Said Irene's internal dialogue but in reality she said "I've already said Sherlock that is …"
"A matter you would rather not discuss. But as a matter of fact we must discuss it. I want to know if there will be any men banging on the door demanding to see their son"
"Daughter! And no there will not be any men banging on your door, because the father does not know"
There was a pregnant pause, until Irene eventually said "do you remember my last visit Sherlock?"
"What has that got to do with this?" He yelled
"It's got everything to do with this Sherlock!" Irene shouted back "do you remember?"
Oh yes Sherlock remembered.
It had been eight months ago, late at night and Sherlock Holmes was bored to the core. There was a soft knock at the door and in came Irene.
"Well Miss Adler what do you want from me this time" said her as he slammed her picture down onto the desk once more.
"To use your bath, if that's alright, I have travelled all the way from India"
"You came to see me because you wanted a bath?" said Holmes disbelievingly but she had already disappeared into his bathroom.
An hour later she returned with just a towel around her slim form.
Sherlock immediately tensed up, a fact that Irene noticed and found very amusing.
"Do you find it uncomfortable to be around me Sherlock?" She asked sweetly.
"Of course not Miss Adler, the idea!" Lied Sherlock, biting the inside of his cheek afraid of the words that would come out. Irene smiled evilly.
"Not even if I do this?" said she as she took a step closer.
"Nope" Replied Sherlock standing his ground.
"Or this?" she moved closer so they were almost inches apart. Sherlock did nothing. Inside of him, however grew warm as suppressed urges began to surface.
"How about this?" She closed the remaining gap and lent in close to Sherlock. So close that they could easily kiss. They didn't, they just stood there breathing in each other's carbon dioxide, both afraid of loosing their self control.
Irene smiled and made to turn away but Sherlock despite of himself grabbed her wrist which made her lips connect with his own. In both of their insides a fire was ignited as their kisses became deeper and more passionate. Irene loved the way Sherlock's hand was roaming all over her body. Over her shoulders, tracing patterns on her back, following her spine and finally cupping her breasts.
Her hands found his hair and locked themselves in his think black locks. A federal moan escaped Sherlock's lips as his animal instinct was unlocked. In some depth of his brain something had registered that her coco locks were soaking wet and in a deeper part of his brain, was screaming at him telling him to stop. He didn't.
Irene reached out of his hair and made short work of his braces, shirt and trousers. Now all that stood between them was his underwear and her towel.
Suddenly, not unlike a wild cat, she pounced on him. He caught her and locked Irene's bare legs around his waist.
Their kisses became deeper and more passionate as he slammed her into the wall, the one with the bullet holes embedded into it.
They moved again, this time into his bedroom, however it was Irene that forced Sherlock down onto the bed, and she broke away and smiled. Irene looked around quickly and found one of his ties and tied one end to the bed and the other round his left wrist. She peeled her towel away and kissed him again. The kisses trailed down his chin and chest whilst she slowly grinded against his member, which was steadily growing harder and bigger. Her small tongue circled his nipples. He moaned once again whilst her hands caressed his balls.
It's time she thought as she slowly slid his underwear off.
Sherlock's world was spinning. He was only vaguely aware that is member was hard, very, very hard. He couldn't remember the last time he felt like this. Her perfume filled his nostrils and gave him some sort of release.
Abruptly her mouth moved from his chest to his member and she sucked hard.
"Good God Irene!" Sherlock exclaimed weakly. He knew he was about to come, any second now. Then it stopped. Holmes opened his eyes to find Irene's silhouetted form getting up and about to leave.
"Oh no you don't" he growled. Sherlock lunged forward, ripping the tie in half and pulled Irene back onto the bed. He massaged her breasts, spread her legs apart and with his tongue he licked her wet folds. Eventually with a lot of moaning from Irene he circled his tongue around her extremely sensitive clit. This made her go wild inside, after screaming his name he proceeded to slot himself inside of her. As they both rocked together Sherlock noticed that as heart quickened beneath him, her grip tensed on the headboard.
They both climaxed together with Irene coming with the force of two orgasms added together.
In the morning Sherlock awoke to find not Miss Adler but a letter of good bye.
Sherlock snapped out of his memory and back to a heavily pregnant Irene.
"It's me isn't it, I'm the father" he said weakly.
Irene's eyes filled with tears before she said "yes you are."
Sherlock said nothing but to turn around and walk out of the door, leaving Irene worn out, shaken and emotional.
A/n oooooooo what's gonna happen? Well obviously I know but you don't HAHAHAHA! Happy? Sherlock's gonna be a father! As always please review!
~Irene xx
