Sherlock stopped. The cavern he called home was dimmer than when he left and a sharp relief of the man in black killing Christine raided itself through his thoughts sending him flying down the hallway. As he came closer he could smell no blood, but that didn't mean he didn't strangle her or smother her to death, but if the man was still in the room, Sherlock didn't want to attract any attention to himself. Quietly padding on the stone floor, Sherlock crept into his apartment from a little used tunnel he made for quick escapades into the Opera house onto a sight he never expected to see and he burned inside from it.

Her skin was crisscrossed with old scars and was unevenly tanned, but as she surfaced from the water, the candlelight caught her skin and made Sherlock dig his nails into the flesh of his palms to prevent himself from moaning. She was completely unclothed and Sherlock felt a rush of excitement pour through his system, setting every nerve in him to attention. Knowing that shifting in any direction would only make the torture worse; he went to one knee and with a loud crash, fell into the table beside him. Sherlock watched as Christine dove under the water and swam to the curve by the balcony.

" Who's there?" The question was posed and Sherlock breathed a sigh of relief. She hadn't seen him, which would put her trust in him more.

" It is just me, don't worry. Why are the candles out?" The laughter made Sherlock's heart soar with anticipation for her answer. " If you want to talk…"

" Where are you then? It sounds like you're in the library." He could hear the gasp of excitement from her. " You have a library?"

" So you're not in the library. So where are you?" She laughed.

" Put out the rest of the candles and then you can find me." Sherlock stood, his eyes staring just above where she was, mimicking the look of trying to listen for her. Walking over to the nearest candelabra, he reached down its stalk and flipped off the gas jets, making the entire room go dark. Yet as he did this, he turned on the emergency lights, located at the back of the cavern's pool, letting the low blue light give him just enough to see by. Slowly, he walked over to the edge of the pool and standing there, waited. He could just barely see where she was behind the balcony and calling out to her, paused and waited for the answer. When no answer came, Sherlock went to walk up onto the balcony and catch her, when a sudden tug at his leg on the slippery surface of the bank, sent him sprawling into the water. Sherlock was greeted by laughter when he resurfaced and he smiled.

" Well it seems I found you." He murmured and she laughed again. " No, I believe you fell in."

" Oh, I fell in, hmmm? I believe you pulled me in." Sherlock snapped back gaily as he removed his now sopping cloak and threw it onto the bank.

" You did I saw you."

" And the tug at my ankle wasn't you?" He watched her shake her head furiously. " No it wasn't. I think you're imagining things." Sherlock shrugged. He was now out of his cravat and shirt, the warm water relaxing his tight back muscles. Slipping off his shoes and socks, he threw them also onto the bank. The water felt amazing to him and glancing over at Christine, he could see that her eyes were closed in a state of relaxation also. Sherlock knew his chance was now and he quickly took off the remainder of his clothing and threw it into the darkness around his organ.

" I am pretty sure you pulled me in. " She chuckled. " So what if I did, you can't do anything about it."

" Oh can't I?" He leaped at her, and with a sharp squeal at her impending doom she quickly danced out of the way. " You're going to have to do better than that. " Sherlock moved and grabbing her around the waist, began to furiously tickle her. She laughed and pulled at his hands trying to get free, her body taunt with the strain, when Sherlock suddenly let go. Christine fell into the water, her splash drenching Sherlock.

" You bastard." She muttered as she resurfaced and he laughed. " Now what are you going to do about it?" Sherlock watched he as she swam closer and closer and with one final small kick, kissed him fully on the mouth. He moaned as his body responded. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he should have stopped her, pushed her away, but his body was in control as he wrapped his arms around her drawing her closer. He felt her lips soften and removing his mouth from hers, tilting her head slightly and began to kiss her jaw and neck. Never had he heard anything more beautiful then when she groaned, the vibrations rumbling through her breasts, which made him want her even more. Slowly he began to trace her outline with his hands, as she pulled closer to him, her body as tight as could be against him. The heat was unbearable and Sherlock was enjoying every minute of it. Slowly he began to nibble on he shoulder, the salty sweetness coating his tongue. Moving his way back up to her mouth, he kissed her intensely as he began swimming back to the bank away from the light. Bu the motion of swimming did something he couldn't even fathom. With one kick he drove himself into her and she nearly screamed from the pleasure, he could see it on her face. Sherlock's entire body tightened with this new felling and stopping, savored in the moment. Her legs were clasped firmly to his hips and with a final kiss, Sherlock allowed his insatiable passion to overtake him.

But far from Sherlock, the white silhouette of his mask drifted to the bottom of the pool, its one eye gazing up at its master who didn't even realize it was missing.

I also know that this is what it is, but who didn't expect this and who ever thinks that i am changing the level of content I am not since 13 year old know more about this stuff than I did when I was their age.