Hi all! In this chapter they got to an important point. I didn't write everything as the creators have said, because in my mind it's always like this, I can't help.

Ch 10

In the morning Sherlock woke up Irene with breakfast. She hadn't realised till now how hungry she was. She ate almost everything.
"Thank you, I'm much better. When do we have to leave the hotel?" she asked. Sherlock was sitting in the armchair and was thinking with hands put together under his chin. He turned his eyes towards her and said "In twenty minutes." with that he stepped up and took some clothes out of his suitcase and put it onto the bed next to Irene. She took the clothes and went to the bathroom.

Fifteen minutes later she was ready to leave. She was wearing white trousers and a white blouse. Nothing strange in Karachi as a western tourist. Sherlock was wearing white shirt as well but he remained at black trousers. His one hand was in his pocket with the other he grabbed his suitcase and said "Let's go. I've already ordered a taxi." with that he opened the door to Irene.

In the airport Sherlock gave Irene her new ID and her tickets. While he was putting his ticket into the pocket of his shirt Irene could read his name on his ticket.

Daniel Freebird

She started to Lough silently. "What?" asked Sherlock with knitted eye brows. "You have a sense of humour with that name. Are we married?" "For now, yes." "Oh, how romantic you are!" "I am not. Just practical." said Sherlock with serious face. Irene smiled and leaned back in her seat.

During the flight Irene was sleeping but Sherlock wasn't. Everything went as he had planed but he couldn't eat or sleep till it was over. His brain was working on solutions if anything would go wrong.

When they arrived at New Delhi it was late afternoon. They got a cab and Sherlock told the driver a hotel's name. They sat in silence and they both were watching the crowded city through the window. When they arrived at an elegant hotel Sherlock paid the driver and headed to the hotel's entrance. Irene followed him.

Their room was quite big and bright and opened to the inner garden. Irene liked it, really liked it. She set down on the bed and lay back on her elbows. "What's next?" she asked. Sherlock was standing next to the window and was watching outside. For Irene's question he turned and answered. "We meet somebody who will help you to find a residence." "You really did plan everything." "Yes. He will be here in an hour so you can have a rest."

Irene watched the ceiling for a while then cleared her throat. "What happened after I had left...that night?" Sherlock was watching through the window again."I had a conversation with him." "What did you get to know?" Sherlock turned and walked to Irene to face her. "He didn't know who his client was. He had to send the record of your execution for the CNN and the BBC. That would be the evident for the client. Yesterday I manipulated the video and sent it." "It was Moriarty." "I know." Irene took a deep breath "I tought that I hid from him, I was so naive." "Yes." Said Sherlock and smiled. "Did you kill the man?" Sherlock's smirk faded. "No, but he won't last too long after the group's other members get to know that he killed the three other to get more money for himself. And they already know it." Irene took a deep breath and took on a smile. "I go and have a shower." she said and was gone. Sherlock nodded. "Don't you want to join?" Irene asked. "No thanks, it will be perfect right after you finish." grined Sherlock. Irene walked seductively into the bathroom and closed the door.

They met a local real estate agent at the hotel's lobby. He was small and very cheerful. His every second sentence supposed to be funny, but it wasn't. Irene knew that Sherlock could barely stand to punch him but he behaved nicely. Well, as nicely as Sherlock was able to. So Irene made a quick decision and she said that the first house was good an there was no need to see the others. It was actually beautiful.

They got in the lift in the lobby. They were silent as during the whole way to the hotel. They stood next to each other in the elevator and were looking straight ahead.

On the first floor Sherlock noticed that Irene was watching him in the mirror.

On the second floor Irene raised one eyebrow with a half smile.

On the third floor Sherlock pushed Irene to the wall and they were kissing passionately.

On the fourth floor they somehow got out of the lift still kissing and rushed to their room's door.

Blindly he put the key in and they almost fall into the room. They managed to get to the bed while started to unbutton each other's shirt. They separated from the kiss to breath but a moment later Sherlock was kissing her neck while he was slowly pushing down Irene's blouse on her arm and after he undid her bra.

When he reached her breast he lightly kissed one of them and slipped his hands onto the other. Irene sighed for this touch desired for so long. She took off his shirt and started to explore his bare back with her fingertips. She wanted to get to know every muscle, every curve of him. She lifted his hands and pushed her fingers through his hair and pulled him closer. For this move he sucked and bit her nipples with small bites while he was undoing her pants.

When her pants was down on the floor he took off his own and he kissed Irene with a deep passionate kiss. Irene pushed him down on the bed. He leaned onto his elbows and watched Irene with hungry eyes. She seductively climbed onto him like a cat and started to kiss and bite his upper body. She started on his belly button and went upper. Her nipples was touching her skin with every move .She spent some time with sucking both of his nipples, when she reached his mouth she kissed him with closed eyes and let her body to fully lie on his.

She felt that he was already hard "Somebody is quite ready." She smirked.
Sherlock didn't answer but he grabbed Irene's buttocks and rolled themselves to have her under himself. She didn't insist. She knew what he liked. He liked to be in control. He looked deep into her eyes and kissed her with a long deep kiss while he was stroking her body with one hand till he reached her panties. He slipped his fingers under the thin black fabric and finding her sensitive spot he began make small circles around it. Irene sighed loudly and her body tensed under the pleasure. Sherlock made his moves harder and faster till the pleasure shock Irene's whole body. While she was gasping of the fever Sherlock gave her light kisses all over her body.

When Irene gained back her self-control she gently pushed Sherlock's shoulder to lay him on his back and she slowly started to pull down his tight black underwear, every move was followed by a kiss. When she finished she gently took her fingers around his hard member and stroked it up and down while she inhaled light kisses onto it. Sherlock closed his eyes and taking a deep breath he pushed his head back into the pillow.

When he felt that it was too much he pulled Irene to himself and with a long kiss he laid her on her. He impatiently pulled down her panties with hunger for her. She let him between her thighs. When he gently slid into her they both moaned from pleasure. Irene grabbed his buttocks and strongly pushed him deeper. He began to thrust powerfully and very slow. With every thrust they both moaned and kissed. When it wasn't enough anymore he speeded the rhythm to increase their pleasure. When he heard Irene's breath pattern to change he speeded up again and with one hand he reached her sensitive spot and was gently stroking it. When Irene's body was shaking and she made the familiar moan loudly he let himself to come as well. He groaned and with one hard final thrust came into her. Irene tensed her inner muscles to make his pleasure longer.

After he collapsed on her he took some heavy breath and buried his head into her neck. Irene was stroking his back and buttocks with her fingertips and was enjoying feeling him inside herself. She was smiling. "Definitely not a virgin." she said with a smirk. Sherlock smiled into her neck then rolled onto his back. "Definitely not gay." Irene laughed lightly than turned to Sherlock, kissed his chest and laid her head onto his shoulder with one hand on his heart to feel his heartbeat.