This morning, it was Sherlock who was awake first. He looked down at the sleeping head, using his chest as a pillow. His fingers tangled with his hair as he mulled things over.
It was...weird. It seemed,from peoples observations and from his own feelings, Irene made him feel and act...different, even comparatively normal.
It was, of course,different, but not in a bad way.
Hours later, she finally woke up, and he was still looking at her analytically,like he did a crime scene. She propped her cin on her arm,looking up at him.
"What did I do?"
"I'm...not sure."She raised a eyebrow.
"Okay."She pushed herself up and kissed him. "Let me know when you figure it out."
He gave a half smile and pushed up,pulling her back in. They were like that for about five minutes when the doorbell wrung.
They sighed in chorus and rolled away from each other. Sherlock,who was dressed first,was honored with the roll of getting the door, though he had the feeling that Irene was dragging it out on purpose.
He opened the door and scowled at the sight of his older brother, who pushed past him and into the room. The door closed unnecessarily hard.
"What do you want?"
"To get the plans the Professor wanted. Also to check on my little brother,of course. How are you holding up against our little convict?"
"Don't call her that."The words came out hard,biting."From what I heard, you seemed to think more highly of her when she made you look good."He smirked-not the way Irene did,which somehow managed to put across that whatever you had done to make her right turned her waaaay on-cruelly as his brother's face started turning white.
"Shes playing you, Sherlock."
"Oh, really?"
"Really."
"Just like she was playing you?"
"Exactly."
"So she slept with you too,huh?"
"Absolut-wait,what?"The smirk came back,full force.
"She may have been playing you,Mycroft,but she doesn't have complete and utter contempt for me."
"Nope."Sherlock half turned to see Irene(who was smirking) leaning against the wall in a sundress,holding the folder with the plans."Quite the opposite, in fact."She padded over to Sherlock's side (he rotated to watch her walk) and she handed the folder to Mycroft."Have fun. Goodbye."
Mycroft looked about to say something,but thought better of it. Maybe it was the woman who he had conned into dating him, maybe it was the way his brother's face seemed to light up when he saw the afore mentioned woman, but whatever it was, it made him think that Sherlock had grown up enough to look after himself, for at least a little while. With this thought in mind, he kept his mouth shut and left the apartment.
Sherlock, after a moments silence, hugged Irene. Irene tentatively, as if worried that she'd scare him off, hugged him back. After a moment of more comfortable silence, they both leaned back slightly, but not far enough not to lose each others body heat. She searched his face.
"Shouldn't ask?"
"Rather you didn't."
"M'kay."She yawned slightly. He smiled down at the first girl who had stayed till morning, the first girl who he could connect with, the first girl that could help him...feel. Subconsciously, he knew if she left him alone, it didn't really matter for how long, he would retract back into his cold, hard, analytical shell, the one both John and Irene had started helping him out of. The girl who also hadn't gotten much sleep within the last 12 hours.
He gently disengaged one arm and half supported, half carried her back to the bedroom. Wordlessly, they both curled up under the covers, to sleep, perchance to dream. Somebody had said that, though he didn't quite remember who. As he dropped off to sleep, his last thoughts were what whats-his-name wanted to dream about.
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