Sherlock and Irene sat next to each other in the front row of the small church, neither showing any sign of emotion on their faces. The coffin was brought in, the priest said his part, then Mycroft was invited up to say a few words he'd prepared.
"Mother would appreciate you all being here, it would have meant a lot to her. Sherlock and I are not the sentimental types, but we both miss our mother greatly. Isabella Holmes was a great woman, you are all aware of the great things she did for our country, though she sought no recognition. That is what really set her out as a remarkable person and we are all privileged to have known her." Mycroft's eyes flickered to Sherlock as he spoke his next words, "Sherlock was always mother's favourite. This never bothered me –I was my father's son- but I think it would make her happy to know that Sherlock has found someone." He looked at Irene, as though challenging her to object. She held his gaze and felt Sherlock shift beside her, she thought it was out of discomfort, but felt him take her hand in his own, their fingers interlocking as he gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.
Mycroft continued for a few more minutes, but neither Sherlock nor Irene paid particular attention. When the service had finished, the family returned to Highclere for a reception.
Sherlock stood by the fireplace looking around the drawing room. There were little clusters of people here and there reminiscing and sharing memories of their time with his mother. Irene was engaged in what appeared to be polite conversation with one of his uncles. He could see how tedious the topic of discussion was from her pained expression and decided to intervene.
"Uncle Ernie, would you mind…?" He asked the wrinkly man.
Said man nodded and walked away to socialise with one of the other guests.
"You're bored." Sherlock stated, looking at Irene steadily.
"So are you." Irene replied, she didn't deny the fact that she was bored, she was sure it was more than obvious.
"I am. Shall we go back home?" He asked, mentally hitting himself for using the word 'home' for the both of them.
"Now?" Irene brow creased. "You have guests, you can't just leave them."
Sherlock smirked at her playfully, "When did Irene Adler begin to care about what is considered acceptable?" he mocked.
She narrowed her eyes at him, "Fine. We don't tell anyone. We just leave."
"That was the idea." Sherlock grinned before walking casually out of the room. Irene scanned around to make sure no one was looking before following him.
"What about my clothes upstairs?" She asked, catching up with his large strides as they walked down the pebbled driveway.
"You can leave them here." He offered her his arm which she immediately took. "The staff should have washed them by now and they're probably wet anyway."
Irene resisted the urge to comment on something else that was wet at that moment. She found it strangely erotic that she and Sherlock were running away from a social situation together, unbeknownst to the guests there.
"What?" Sherlock frowned at her. She looked at him innocently, with one eyebrow raised. "What's that look for?" He continued.
"What look?" She asked; her eyes wide and playful.
"That look," he pointed out, "the 'I'm thinking of something I shouldn't be thinking of' look."
"You." She replied with a quirk of her lips as they walked through the tall gates and started down the country lane that led to the small town of Highclere.
Sherlock looked confused, "What's wrong with thinking about me?" he asked, and Irene stopped herself from laughing at his ignorance -surely he must see what was coming.
"Naked." She finished; a twinkle in her eyes.
"Of course." Sherlock rolled his eyes, "What a lovely mental image for you." he smirked.
"Oh, just the best." Irene purred and stood on her tip toes to kiss his cheek as she felt her pocket vibrate.
She pulled out her phone and read aloud, "'You really are a bad influence on my little brother Miss Adler. Kindly stop leading him astray and bring him straight back. –MH'" She looked up at Sherlock grinning, knowing full well that neither of them had any intention of returning. "How did your brother get my number?" She asked, replacing her phone.
"He has the Queen on speed-dial; I think getting your number must have been fairly elementary for him."
"Fair point." Irene laughed as she saw the village in the distance, "Race you?" she winked at him before slipping her heels off and running barefoot down the deserted road.
"A little immature don't you think?" Sherlock called after her.
"Of course!" She shouted back, getting further and further away from him as time passed.
Sherlock was having an inner debate. He shouldn't be so childish; on the other hand… she was getting awfully far ahead of him.
Abandoning his logical adult brain, he chased after her. While Irene was fast, Sherlock was faster and with her wearing no shoes and dodging carefully around cracks in the road, he caught up with her just as they reached the train station on the outskirts of the village. He grabbed her round the waste and turned her to face him, dipping his head to capture her lips quickly before pulling back smiling.
"Do you want me to pay for the tickets?" She asked him, tilting her head towards the kiosk where a young rail guard sat. He looked alert, almost like a scared rabbit, it was obviously his first day on the job. He frowned, "You don't have any cash on you."
"I don't need cash." She winked at him and strolled over to the desk, swinging her hips flirtatiously. "Excuse me." Irene looked at the boy, smiling. He whipped his round head to look at her, his eyes raked up and down her body in awe. "Could I have two tickets to London please? First class, cabin."
"Uh, of course madame." The boy fumbled with printing the appropriate tickets as Irene pretended to look through her pockets for her purse.
"Oh no!" she exclaimed suddenly, and the child looked at her, his eyes filled with concern.
"What's the matter Miss?" He asked, leaning forwards.
"I've forgotten my purse, I don't have any money, I'm so sorry for wasting your time." Irene bit her lip and turned around to walk off, giving the boy a clear view of her backside.
"You don't have to pay." The boy squeaked, his voice travelling up an octave, "I mean," he started again. "You don't have to pay." He said in a much deeper voice, swallowing.
"Oh you're too sweet." Irene smiled at him dazzlingly as he handed her the tickets. "Thank you." She grinned before walking back to Sherlock.
"Impressive Miss Adler." He cooed, slipping his arm around her waist as they boarded the train, "You booked a cabin? The journey to London isn't overnight you know." He teased, knowing why she had elected to get one really.
"There are things one can do in bed other than sleeping." Irene smirked, leaning up and licking the sensitive spot behind his ear delicately.
"I'm just going to find the men's room." Sherlock moved off in said direction while Irene continued to their carriage, unlocking the door with the key the naïve boy had given her.
She had been glad to get Sherlock away from the house, he had seemed so depressed and she knew exactly how to take his mind off his laborious thoughts. She smirked to herself slyly and sat down on the (very narrow) bed, looking out the carriage window. The train lurched into action and she had to grip the seat to stop herself from tumbling forwards onto the small sofa and desk opposite her.
Sherlock knocked and opened the door, Irene hadn't told him the number so she didn't know how he knew, but she knew it was Sherlock and therefore, sometimes best not to ask questions.
"We have a long train ride ahead of us Mister Holmes." Irene mused, standing and walking joltingly over to him.
"We do." His eye gleamed, knowing what was coming.
"Can you think of anything we could possibly do to pass the time?" She asked, trailing her long nails down the front of his shirt teasingly.
"I can think of a few things." Sherlock raised his eyebrows before grabbing her waist and pulling her into a kiss. She responded in kind and grabbed him by the lapels of his coat, drawing them closer. The train lurched, making them lose their balance and sending them flying onto the bed.
"Well that was well planned." Irene grinned from her position under Sherlock, breaking away for a minute to breath. Sherlock disliked the fact that their mouths were separated and re-joined them instantly.
Irene smiled into the kiss and reached her hand down in between their two bodies to find his crotch. She felt a lump and he broke the kiss, moaning as she rubbed it slowly through his trousers.
"I always know what people like dear." She purred into his ear, nipping at his earlobe as her fingers reached to undo his zipper. Sherlock's hand stopped her and she frowned at him questioningly.
"Ladies first." He growled lustily, placing wet open mouthed kisses along her neck as his own hand released hers to pull her dress up around her waist. Her hips rose as he pulled her knickers down and off, she gasped and tipped her head backwards as the tips of his fingers teased her clit, varying the pressure as his thumb stroked her folds trying to work out what she liked.
"Sherlock." Irene moaned croakily, drawing out him name, savouring it.
Sherlock smirked to himself before moving his kisses down past her naval to the place of her arousal. He removed his fingers and Irene lifted her head to see where the contact had gone, instead she saw and felt Sherlock's tongue enter her. She replaced her head with a contented sigh, reaching down and threading her fingers through Sherlock's dark mane, pulling him closer as his tongue darted in and out with more speed. Sherlock's thumb re-joined the moment as he stroked her clit with it. Irene could feel herself coming close to the edge and squeezed her eyes shut tightly as she toppled over it.
"You do know how to please a woman Mister Holmes." Irene grinned as Sherlock leant back up her body to kiss her again. She could taste herself in his mouth but she didn't mind. "Your turn?" Irene asked the man above her; she looked at him while batting her eyelashes, she knew what his answer would be.
Sherlock murmured his agreement without parting their lips and Irene promptly rolled them off the tiny bed so that they fell onto the floor of their carriage –her on top of Sherlock.
"Good move." Sherlock complimented.
"Thank you." Irene bit his lip playfully before reaching her hand between their steamy bodies a second time and undoing Sherlock's zipper. He was already hard as she took him in hand and looked up at him, raising a regal eyebrow as if to say 'All because of me?'
Irene started moving her hand up and down Sherlock's length tantalisingly slowly, flicking over the head with her nails every now and then just to keep him alert. She carefully moved down his body until her head was level with his crotch. She looked up to make sure he was watching as she lowered her mouth around him. She would have smirked –had her mouth not been preoccupied- at the way his eyes rolled back into their sockets as she started moving her mouth, sucking and releasing, brushing the sides with her tongue.
He found it easy to find release and soon their mouths were joined at the same level again. Neither could see the point in losing all clothes so Irene merely undid Sherlock's belt and slid his trousers and briefs down his legs until they pooled around his ankles. She looked into his eyes as she lowered herself onto him, his hands guiding her waist.
She started moving up and down, slowly rising before slamming back down onto him. She liked being on top, she was a dominatrix so it sort of came naturally; she felt in control, as though she held all the power.
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Later, they lay side by side panting on the floor of the carriage. Irene turned her head to look up at Sherlock, "I've never known someone to learn as quickly as you Mister Holmes." She teased, kissing him softly.
"Well, I had a good teacher." He replied, smiling, his breathing still rapid and irregular. Sherlock felt Irene curl into his chest and after five minutes heard her breathing regulate, indicating she had fallen asleep. He tried to move as little as possible as he removed his coat and draped it over their bodies. London was still a few hours away and he knew that he should try and get some sleep too, but he found it endlessly more entertaining to simply watch the sleeping woman lying in his arms. The woman. His woman.
Okay, okay, I'm a horrible person and I hate myself for a number of reasons currently. 1: I haven't updated in ages. 2: I kind of copped out of the sex scene, I'm sorry, I had to write quickly as I'm going out tonight and HAD to update. Kindly forgive me for being so awful at updating! I will try and update every week but it may elapse to every two weeks, I don't know. I'm not just being lazy about this, I genuinely am very busy, it's all dance exams, dance shows and GSCE's for me currently so please bear with
Also, check out the little smutty one-shot I wrote. It's called 'Oh Mister Holmes' :* And thank you all for your lovely reviews!
