This is just a little something i managed, but tomorrow's sunday, so i guess i should be able to get some more.
"I'm sorry"
She didn't look away from the window.
"Irene..." nothing. Her expression was dead serious.
He sighed and stood there, watching her helplessly.
"I was an idiot…"
"You still are" she whispered flatly "Yet…" sighing. He remained silent. "You are right"
"What?" he snapped in a low voice.
"You're right, I am a whore" her voice didn't falter, she sounded almost careless
"No, you are not" his tone wouldn't accept a refusal.
She chuckled humorlessly "I've been with many men, Sherlock" she turned hear head just in time to catch the flinch in his face "I'm divorced and I'm having a child out of wedlock" she said it patiently, like she was teaching something to him. "isn't that the definition of a whore?"
He stared her down scolding, shaking his head warily.
"Then what am I? A temptress? A femme fatale? Those are just fancy words for the same thing". He kept shaking his head.
"You're Irene Adler" he said fiercely "No category in the universe fits you"
It was her turn to say "What?"
"For example, you're not pretty" she frowned "you're not beautiful, not gorgeous, not stunning" her heart sank a little. "Those categories are not wide enough to fit your beauty. I tried to invent a new word" he started walking towards her "a word that describes your eyes, your hair…" his voice lowered "in such way that just by mentioning it, anyone would automatically think about your face" he was standing right in front of her, his eyes boring into her soul with raw intensity "But then I found that no word would be enough…" he raised his hand to caress her cheek "to describe the softness of your skin" she closed her eyes, leaning her head against his hand.
"I composed eighty-seven sonatas, attempting to depicture the sound of your soul" the soft devotion in his eyes put a lump in her throat "but no sound made by a simple instrument compares to your voice" he smiled then "therefore, only your name lives up to your range" before going serious again. "Our society has invented many categories too, but your actions have never been defined by them. You live by your own rules, and thus, theirs don't apply to you"
She reached up and kissed his cheek, letting her lips linger on his skin before resting her head on his temple. He effortlessly enwrapped his arms round her, closing his eyes to enjoy her scent.
He felt it like an unspoken agreement. Their way to move forwards, without letting go of their pride.
He was more than content with it.
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