A/N Rated M cause you're gonna need a cold shower after this one
There's been a new development. We should meet. - MH
Sherlock glanced at his phone, yawning heavily as he placed it down softly and went back to his prior activity. Kairi. She was asleep, heavily, in his arms. They were in 221B today, with Appa resting at the foot of the bed. They would occasionally go back and forth between their two residences, offering up time between for solitude from one another. He was greatly appreciative of Kairi's need for alone time. As much as he cared for her, sentiment was not always the most prominent thought in his mind. She had also admitted that time away from him kept her from violent acts against his ocassional thoughtless diatribe. The thought made him smile just slightly.
Over the past week or so, Kairi had been receiving visits from his psychologist associate, Dr. Arnold Sherman. Knowing the Holmes family for as long as he did, he came to meet with Kairi in her home as a favor to him. They had met every day and spent a little over an hour talking and helping Kairi with her psychological wounds.
Dr. Sherman was an interesting sort of psychologist. He was very current in his studies, especially dealing with trauma and the stress of general to dramatic life events. He had an approach that was not quite common, but certainly gaining ground. Kairi had been skeptic of him at first, but as her relationship with Dr. Sherman progressed, she educated herself on his techniques, and eventually she had begun to be more open to different aspects of healing. She was not a naturopath, nor hokey in her understanding of the human brain - her sister had a very scientific grasp of human brain function so that probably helped - so the idea of traditional talk therapy seemed relatively pointless to her. She had discussed the therapy option with Heather who had some research under her belt for the more intensive therapy type and had admitted to it being a good idea. Also, she couldn't shake the fact that if Sherlock had been friendly with the doctor then he was probably very good at what he did. Sherlock did not associate with mediocrity. For her own good and since she was afraid of rebounding into her pit of despair, she continued with the therapy and ended up enjoying her meetings with Dr. Sherman. Sherlock could already see the difference in her eyes. In the past week, she seemed more alive, being able to discuss the dark going ons in her mind with someone who understood.
He was brought back to the present, as Kairi shifted in his arms, arching her naked body against him as she dreamt. He felt a smile threaten his lips and desire curled within his chest as he gazed down at her, looking foolish, yet somehow delicious in perfect peace.
He decided to put off Mycroft for the moment, leaning down and placing a kiss on Kairi's shoulder which made her stir.
He continued with his mouth, gently plying at her skin as she moaned awake, reaching her arm up to indulge her fingers in his dark curls. He enjoyed the sensation of her fingers tugging at his hair and he felt himself react rather quickly to her movements.
He heard her chuckle as his growing erection pressed into her, "Well good morning to you too." She mumbled sleepily.
"Is this an acceptable form of waking you?" He growled against her skin, taking it gently between his teeth as his fingers moved across her breasts and down her stomach.
She sort of chuckled at that, letting out the tiniest gasp as his fingers found her wetness, "I don't know you'll need to convince me." She replied, pretending to be bored.
Sherlock rolled her over instantly, crushing her body beneath his as he pressed his pelvis into hers, "I do love a challenge."
Kairi laughed as his kisses extended down her neck and to her breasts. His mouth took in a nipple, biting down gently as his hands roamed her skin.
He was excited for her acceptance of his advance. It had only been in the past couple days that she had was willing to be sexual again. Sherlock of course, didn't mind. He was not an overtly sexual creature, but the effect that Kairi had on him behind closed doors - and dare he admit out in public - was one that he frequently had to control. The first few times were nerve wracking for them both, but they took it slow and enjoyed each other, reconnecting on an emotional and physical level. They were quickly becoming proficient lovers.
As she moaned beneath him, he admitted to his body's reaction to her pleasure. It was not only a physical reaction, but rather an emotional one as well. He enjoyed seeing her in the throes of bliss. Very little made him truly happy, especially not case-involved, but seeing her crash around him and fall so gracefully because of his ministrations was something that gave him an immeasurable amount of pride and euphoria. He allowed himself a chuckle in admitting he had found his new drug of choice.
His mouth kissed across to her sternum, down her stomach, pausing just a moment to let his tongue and teeth graze her hip bones as his mouth dipped lower and Kairi's breath hitched.
His phone vibrated again and he growled against her skin. Kairi whimpered a little desperately.
He sat up, looking down at Kairi who was looking up at him disgruntled, though naked and glorious, breathing heavily and a little dazed, "I apologize." Kairi flopped back onto the bed with a huff.
He reached for his buzzing phone and saw that Mycroft was phoning. He growled, understanding that the last thing Mycroft wished to do on any given day was engage in verbal discourse with him, thus it must be important. He answered the call.
"The atmosphere better be on fire Mycroft." He growled testily into his phone.
"When I texted that we should meet, I intended for it to be immediate." Mycroft said over the receiver.
Sherlock rolled his eyes, reaching his hand down to touch Kairi and she swatted his hand away. He frowned at her but continued with Mycroft, "Give me twenty minutes." He looked down at Kairi who rose a disappointed eyebrow, "Make it thirty." She rolled her eyes at him and he tried to keep the smile from his voice.
"I'm in your lounge." Mycroft muttered distastefully.
"Who let you in?" Sherlock growled and Kairi sat up, looking horrified.
"Mrs. Hudson, of course." Mycroft chuckled, "Not that she could have stopped me."
Sherlock huffed and Kairi looked a bit frantic, "Fine, give me five minutes." Kairi kicked him a bit roughly in the side and he let out a huff of air. With a thick voice and a scowl at Kairi, "We'll be out in a moment."
Sherlock angrily dismissed the call - as angrily as you can with a smart phone since you can't slam them shut anymore - and then looked at Kairi who was glaring at him.
"You were going to try and shag me while your brother sat in your front room?" Kairi looked at him indignantly.
"If you would remain quiet, we may still have the opportunity." He leaned forward and kissed her playfully.
Kairi pushed him away and rolled from the bed, "You're an incorrigible monster."
"Mycroft ruins everything." He spat in his pouty way.
Kairi rolled her eyes at him, pulling her clothing off of the floor and dashing to his bathroom to freshen up. Sherlock glared at the closed door and then huffed with disappointment as he stood to get ready to go meet his brother.
Kairi came out of his bathroom in her jeans and a tank top, grabbing one of Sherlock's unused jumpers to throw over herself. She padded out to the front room as saw Mycroft, in his impeccable suit, sitting in John's chair across from Sherlock.
"Oh dear Jesus, Sherlock, a sheet? Really?" Kairi muttered with her hand to her forehead.
Mycroft looked incredibly unpleasant, "This is not the worst behavior I've seen from him dear Kairi." He almost growled, "At least he stayed inside this time."
She saw Sherlock's lip twitch up into a smile at that and she rolled her eyes. She was unfortunately familiar with his indecency at Buckingham Palace. Sherlock kept his smile, reached out his hand and Kairi walked over to him. He tugged her so she sat on the arm of his chair and he kept an arm around her as he glared at his brother. She blushed furiously.
"God, this is exactly where I didn't want to be." She grumbled. Mycroft and Sherlock took a moment from their glaring match to look at her in confusion, "I'm not a bloody chess piece for you two." She spat and stood up, "I'm making coffee, would you like some?"
"Yes please." Mycroft said politely, adjusting his suit.
Sherlock merely grumbled his assent.
Kairi busied herself in the kitchen while they chatted.
"Information has been unearthed about Sebastian Moran's previous whereabouts." Mycroft began and pulled a file folder out of his briefcase. "You'll not be pleased."
He handed Sherlock a file and he took it quickly to devour the information in entirety. Kairi watched as the two brothers sat in silence, Mycroft patiently waiting and Sherlock digesting a vast amount of information in a short period of time. She watched Sherlock's process, wishing she had a play by play of what was going through his mind. His eyes would move at frantic speeds, closing occasionally to sort information where it was needed, and then open to consume and consume until there was nothing left. She was always impressed by his skill - who wouldn't be? Watching him was like observing an artist at work, the fluidity of his thoughts were lost on her, but that didn't mean that she couldn't appreciate it.
She filled the cups of coffee, stirring Sherlock's just as he liked it but leaving Mycroft's black as she prepared a tray and brought it over. Mycroft smiled at her when she handed him his cup and she smiled back. She reached for her and Sherlock's cup when she was shocked by Sherlock slamming down the file on his lap with gusto.
"Damn!" He rasped vehemently, "I should have seen that connection."
Mycroft took a sip of his coffee, nodding at Kairi, but directing his focus back on his brother, "I believe we have all been a bit preoccupied as of late." Sherlock scowled at him and Kairi wasn't sure if Mycroft just insulted her or complimented her.
"The damn man, his disappearance, his skill," Sherlock growled around his steepled fingers, "An expert marksman, it makes perfect sense. Of course, with his tawdry past, he would be recruited."
Kairi handed Sherlock his cup and he didn't respond as she placed it in his open palm. She shrugged it off with a chuckle. She walked over to the couch on the other side of the room and sat down to sip her own coffee, glancing at the books lying around within her reach. She picked up a copy of The Moral Animal and began to page through it. She sort of chuckled at the thought, Sherlock reading a book about evolutionary psychology.
"Okinawa, Auckland, and of course the Paktika Provence." Sherlock growled. "How did we not see this before?" Kairi's head perked up at their conversation.
Mycroft shrugged, "It seemed almost too coincidental."
"Nothing is a coincidence." Sherlock growled scathingly, "All of this was engineered. Moran was an accomplice. The Sarin gas attacks in Tokyo."
"I'm sorry what?" Kairi murmured softly, "Did you say Auckland?"
They ignored her, "It seems as if he's been instrumental in this entire fiasco." Mycroft added.
"He committed a crime which was ever so sweetly swept under the rug," He spat with disdain, "Proceeded to abandoned his county." Sherlock hissed, "Then he decided to freelance. The assassination of that General in Waiouru."
"You said Okinawa?" Kairi piped up, a little louder, "What year was it?"
"It seems he was quite valuable." Mycroft started and received a glare from Sherlock Holmes, "My apologies. He was valuable to a psychopath, which of course isn't a beaming recommendation."
Sherlock closed his eyes, growling heartily, "Moriarty..."
"HEY!" Kairi screamed, gripping her coffee cup with white knuckles.
Both Holmes men looked towards her slowly, surprised. "Yes?" Mycroft replied crisply.
"You said Okinawa and Auckland right?" Kairi muttered sheepishly. Mycroft nodded, "What years?"
"1994 and 1997, respectively." Sherlock muttered. "Why?"
Kairi gulped something back, her hand shaking softly as she placed her coffee cup on the table. "A-and you said the Paktika Provence? In Afghanistan?" She swallowed heavily again.
"That's correct." Mycroft muttered.
Kairi shut her eyes tightly her body tense, "What year?"
Sherlock glanced at his brother momentarily, "2010." He replied stonily, dread gripping his insides as he watched Kairi's fist slam against the table in front of her, causing her cup to stir.
"What is it?" Mycroft asked, genuinely confused.
Kairi shook her head, forcing back the tears as she looked up at the two Holmes men. She swallowed her rage and began, "Okinawa, I lived there from 1993 until 1997, then we moved to Auckland from '97 to 2001." She put her face in her hands and shook her head and she felt tears begin to prickle behind her eyes. "We lived there. We lived near him. Why would we live near him?"
Thoughts were rearranging themselves in Kairi's mind. All of those years spent traveling, between 1993 and 2001, her father was always heavily invested in whatever work he was doing. She remembered he was gone almost all the time and her mother spent most of her days worrying and stressed. Those years coincided with Moran's travels.
"Your father was hunting him." Sherlock observed and Kairi closed her eyes in pain.
"In 2010, my father was killed in the Paktika Provence. His body was never recovered." She felt herself shaking, cold gripping her insides.
"He found him." Mycroft said softly, almost sounding sad.
She growled and then looked up at Sherlock and Mycroft with ferocity in her eyes, "Sebastian Moran killed my father. He killed him." Kairi felt her breath hitch, but instead of tears, she let out an almost inhuman growl as she slammed her fists into the table again, "Damn him!" She screamed and stood up, surprising both Holmes brothers as she walked over to them and grabbed the file off of Sherlock's lap and began to take in the information.
"You're father was tasked with erasing his mistake." Mycroft said with a hint of regret.
Kairi shook her head, looking at the information and confirming her belief, "Me. My father was trying to avenge me." She hissed and threw the file on the floor, "That idiot!" She growled and stomped her foot on the floor, "That maniacal idiot! Why would he be so stupid to go after that monster?!" She yelled to herself, ignoring the Holmes' presence, "How could he abandon us like that?! I needed him more than ever!" She felt tears threatening again and so she slowed her breathing like Dr. Sherman had taught her, forcing the breaths to come from her diaphragm instead of her rib cage. She looked back over at the Holmes brothers who were deep in thought and not looking at her.
"Well, we now know why he's come back after all this time." Mycroft sighed, standing to pick up the file folder and positioning himself next to Kairi.
"You said 'Moriarty'," Kairi added, "Moriarty, as in Jim Moriarty?" She glanced at Sherlock whose eyes shut with force.
Mycroft nodded, "After Moriarty's death, his web of crime dissolved. Mostly. Sherlock had spent most of his time in hiding trying to uncover any remnants. There were whispers of Moriarty's accomplice, but not a lot of solid evidence."
Sherlock's voice made Kairi feel cold when she heard it, "No one knew of the mysterious man behind the curtain. Moriarty was the brains of the operation, the face if you will, but he had a tool he used implement his machinations."
"And you think its Sebastian Moran?" Kairi asked, her voice quaking.
"Yes, there's enough evidence in this file to deuce as much." Mycroft admitted angrily.
"And you said you know why he's come back?" Kairi muttered at Mycroft. To their side, Sherlock stood and made his way into his bedroom. "Why after almost twenty years, does he suddenly find me interesting again? For twenty years I have lived in stunted peace because of him and lost my family to death and madness. Why on earth does now seem like a good time to fuck with my life?""
Mycroft flinched at her vulgarity and Kairi felt the need to roll her eyes at his properness, "I have an idea." He said plainly as he watched his brother disappear.
"Then tell me." Kairi said seriously, "Why is he back?"
Mycroft looked at her slowly, a grim expression on his face. He looked hesitant, maybe even upset as he glanced at her.
"Its because of me." Sherlock said coldly as he walked back into the front room adjusting his newly donned shirt and pants.
Kairi looked at him, "What? Why? How is that relevant?"
Sherlock looked down at his feet, seeming almost ashamed, "Because of my presence in your life, he has returned to enact his vengeance upon me for killing James Moriarty."
"Moriarty killed himself. How is this about you? He raped me, he's torturing me!" She almost screamed as Sherlock approached her slowly. "I don't understand."
Sherlock sighed as he stood in front of her, not touching her, as Mycroft sort of faded into the background, "Moriarty's death was the result of his entanglement with me. Your presence in my life has been an improvement to my previous disposition. After Moriarty's death, there was always the risk of someone coming after me and the people I cared for, its why I disappeared in the first place." He sighed deeply, his voice toneless, "Now I've returned and entered into a relationship once I was lulled into a false sense of safety. With you being the one I'm with, not only does he get to settle a score, but he also gets to torture me." He glanced up into her eyes with a slight desperation hidden behind the clarity, "It seems as if I brought you back into the cross hairs by involving myself with you. I regret that decision -,"
Kairi slapped him, hard. Sherlock was shocked, gazing down at her, the ferocity of her gaze and pure seething anger radiating from her. He felt guilt crush his chest as he began to understand just what he had done by allowing himself sentiment.
"You stop that!" She growled at him and he looked up at her confused, "Don't you dare say you regret being in my life!" She hissed at him, "Suddenly, now that you figure he's after you, you'd be willing to toss us aside in order to ensure that I don't get harmed? Stop being such a fucking martyr!" She shouted and he opened his mouth to reply, but he was silenced, "Shut up! If you regret being with me because you don't like me or you suddenly find me abhorrent, then fine! I'll walk away with a kick to your shins and live on! But this regret you're feeling is based off of the idea that a psychopath is using me to harm you! Guess what!?" She yelled at Sherlock who seemed to flinch, "I don't give a damn what he wants!"
She poked Sherlock in the chest and he winced, "You've been one of the greatest developments of my damn life Sherlock Holmes!" Her voice began to shake but she swallowed it down, collecting herself. She took a step forward, getting herself as close as possible, staring up at him as they stood almost chest to chest, "But if you're a big enough coward to completely sacrifice your own happiness, not to mention mine, for the whim of a madman then you are not the man I thought you were!" She growled at him seriously.
Sherlock narrowed his eyes at the young blonde in front of him. She was breathing heavily, anger seeping out of her every pore as she stared at him with narrowed, threatening eyes. Sherlock felt a smile creep onto his lips.
"Mycroft, you may show yourself out." Sherlock growled as he grabbed Kairi's arm and tugged her towards his room.
"Oh dear Lord.." Mycroft rolled his eyes as he collected his items quickly, "Animals." He shook his head in disgust and hastily made his exit.
Sherlock tugged Kairi into his room, kicking the door shut with his foot, "What in God's -," Kairi began, but he grabbed her by the waist, turned her quickly and slammed her against the door.
Kairi let out a squeak of surprise as Sherlock Holmes pressed his mouth into hers ferociously, biting at her lips and she acquiesced immediately, feeling his hands grasping at her clothing to move it out of his way. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, holding him close as he moved against her aggressively. His hands went underneath her jumper and found the skin beneath her tank top. His fingers were almost violent, grazing from her stomach, up to the band of her built in bra. His touch left licks of pleasurable heat as they dug into her skin and she found herself gasping at the sensation. She heard him growl angrily against her lips as his fingers met the infuriating material of her bra and he pulled back to yank off the sweater, leaving her in just a tank top and her pants. His hands fell to the waist band of her jeans and undid them quickly, whipping them off of her legs as she stood against the wall for support, almost completely dazed. Once she had stepped out of them, Sherlock grabbed her by the waist and lifted her, sliding one hand down to grasp her buttocks, pressing her against the wall as she instinctively wrapped her legs around his hips, locking her ankles at his lower back.
He hissed at that, pressing his erection against the thin cloth of her underwear, his mouth leaving hers and attacking her neck in viscious bites and a slathering tongue. Kairi gasped against him, holding on for dear life as he moved against her, the thick material of his pants seeming to cause a friction between her thighs that caused her to shake.
He grabbed at her tank top, yanking the material covering her chest down to expose the skin of her supple breast. He took one in his mouth, hardening her nipple with the pressure of his tongue and with a harsh bite, Kairi yelped and wriggled against him. His arms wrapped around her to hold her in place as he consumed her. His tongue lavished the sensitive skin and she couldn't help but whimper against him, heaving breaths and entwined limbs, as he took over her completely.
His mouth caught hers again in a brutal assault and his body pressed into hers more aggressively. She felt his hips move away in a moment and she whined into his lips until she heard the sound of his belt buckle unfastening and his zipper going down.
He pulled his mouth from hers now, staring into her eyes with an aggressive hunger consuming him. His darkened pupils held an almost murderous intent as they dragged across her lips. One hand was moving against her center, tugging her underwear out of his way. He smiled almost devilishly, "Never call me a coward."
Kairi gave him an impish grin, "Prove me wrong."
His smile widened and his eyes further darkened, staring deep into her eyes as he positioned himself against her opening, and rammed himself into her in one quick, hard, and deep thrust.
Kairi couldn't help but let out a cry at the sensation of him penetrating her so deeply. Her eyes widened with a sense of awe at the pure, unadulterated lust she saw on Sherlock's face. He was thoroughly enjoying claiming her in every fashion. She gripped him as he held himself, deep inside of her, allowing a brief respite for her muscles to adjust to his length and girth. She felt his muscles, tensing and rolling beneath his shirt as her fingers desperately grasped for purchase. They were close now, their faces inches apart. Kairi wrapped one arm around his shoulders to steady herself while her legs shook with anticipation. Her other hand traced to the back of his neck and her fingers lost themselves in his hair, tugging at the roots. He bit his lip gently at the sensation and his eyes fluttered shut for just a moment, reopening with ferocity and a glint of mischief.
She gasped again as he began to move inside of her, a hand moving to hold her head in place so he could watch her reaction to his body taking over hers. He rammed into her, jolting her body in pleasure each time he met with her end. Her legs began shaking, almost feeling weak and he used one arm and the rest of his body to hold her in place as the other hand went to his lower back to grip where her ankles were clasped around him. He gripped her ankles tightly, holding the joints in his hand for a moment, slowing his speed and ferocity to bring mewling screams from Kairi's plump lips.
He felt her hips began to roll into him, creating the most delicious of sensations as her wetness enveloped him and she began to tighten around his erection. He growled, letting his hand fall from her ankles, allowing them to unlock. He dropped his hands onto her thighs, holding them in place as he pounded against her in response to her cries of glee. He growled happily, widening her legs and slipping the crooks of his elbows underneath the bend in her knees and placed his hands against the wall for purchase. There was no space between them now, his thrusts, pinning her against the wall, her legs spread wide, as she opened up completely to him. He would leave no centimeter of her untouched.
Kairi, not usually so vocal, couldn't hold back her yelps of pleasure as he switched his pace, languorously thrusting and holding himself deep inside of her to grind against her heat. She was heaving now, an almost painful heat was burning inside of her core as he rocked against her, reaching depths inside of her that she didn't think possible. Her arms around his shoulders and her body pinned against the wall, he leaned his forehead into her hers, breathing heavily. He pulled back staring at her, smiling diabolically as she wilted beneath him.
"Sherlock-," She gasped, trying to form the words, but unable to as he pumped inside of her.
"Shhhh." He shushed her and smiled. Kairi closed her eyes, feeling her body shake against him, the walls of her vagina gripping his length perfectly and holding strong as he continued his assault. She let out a short yell as her orgasm crashed around her, his hips slowing as each pulse of her muscles pulled him deeper. He leaned forward and pressed his mouth to hers, capturing her lips in a passioned kiss.
She sighed heavily, tears streaming down her cheeks as she tried to gasp in fresh air between kisses. A deep rumble shook her chest as Sherlock chuckled against her, "Did you enjoy that?"
Kairi, eyes closed, trying to regain conscious thought, only nodded as Sherlock held her in place against the wall, his body still hard and desiring inside of her.
"Good." He drawled and stood up, adjusting to Kairi's weight in his arms, as he turned them and lead them to the bed. He laid her down, some how maintaining himself inside of her and watched her features as he pulled out of her slowly, her gasping for breath at the sensation of him leaving her empty. "Because I am not nearly finished." He growled at her and stood.
Sherlock reached for Kairi's tank top, removing it from her body with slight force as she laid on the bed, most of her motor functions coming back now, as he yanked off her panties.
He stood and removed his purple shirt with a yank, not giving a damn about buttons flying every which direction. He dropped his pants fully, stepping out of them and looked at Kairi with a sinister tilt to his mouth. Kairi was almost shaking again just from the look in his eye.
He leaned to his bedside table and retrieved a condom, slipping it on quickly. He climbed ontop of Kairi and wrapped an arm around her midsection, pulling her up against him as he hovered above the bed, on hand planet firmly beneath her.
Kairi reached down to guide him in but he stopped her with a harsh kiss against her lips that left her gasping. He kissed her neck and bit down on the skin there, relishing in her whine against his ear. He pressed his lips against her ear gently and whispered, with his deep voice, thick as tar and sounding like sin, "With your permission," He growled and Kairi felt her insides tense, "I'd very much like to experience you in a different position."
Kairi could only nod.
Sherlock chuckled his appreciation and he turned Kairi around, placing her on her hands and knees, her legs widened so he could kneel between them. He positioned himself behind her and pressed himself slowly into her as she let out a gasping moan. Sherlock smiled as he moved inside of her for a few thrusts.
He leaned forward, gently kissing the middle of her back and she arched her back away from his kisses, her spine bending gracefully to alter the tilt of her hips, changing the depth and the angle of his thrusts that resulted in a deep groan forming in his chest. He wrapped an arm around her waist, sitting himself on his calves as he pulled her with him, moving so her body was pressed up against his. Her back was to his front and she was sitting on his lap, her legs bent on either side of his, facing away as he lifted his hips to thrust into her. His hands were free to roam the expanse of her chest and stomach, reaching down to gently rub her exposed clitoris.
Kairi reached her arms up, using his neck as an anchor as they moved together, in a hurried, grinding fashion, heaving deep breaths as their passions combined and became almost unbearable.
As Sherlock thrust up inside of her, holding her tightly to him as one hand teased her clitoris and another squeezed her breast and fingers pinching and rolling a nipple between his fingertips. He groaned in pride as he heard her attempts at containing her yelps and whines as he kissed her neck and bit at her shoulders.
Her body began to shake again and he felt himself well up with contained passion. Kairi let out a frantic cry in the form of his name and with that he let his release consume him as he pressed his length deeper up inside of her, holding her in place as she came and he ground himself into her depths as far as he could possibly go, moving his hips against her in small, gentle motions, as her body unraveled around his.
After Kairi's lengthy fall, she almost crumpled against him in exhaustion and he held her closely, supporting her as he lifted her chin so he could capture her mouth in a kiss. She moaned gently against his lips, feeling his erection still pumping from his orgasm, twitching inside of her with each pulse of her vaginal walls. He groaned against the sensation, tilting his hips ever so gently, causing Kairi to gasp against his mouth and he smiled against her.
It took them a minute, to disengage completely, and finally get back to lying down on the bed.
Kairi was a puddle of contentment, sprawled across his bed in all of her naked glory. Sherlock felt that euphoria rumble within his chest and roll down his limbs as he chuckled at her.
She didn't look at him, but raised a singular, vulgar finger.
"That can be arranged." He growled and she lifted her head and to stare at him in a pitiful manner.
He climbed into bed with her, shifting her limp body so she could lay against him and he could wrap his arms around her. Once her head was lying on his chest he pressed a kiss to her forehead and she hummed against him.
"Are you planning on sleeping again?" He grumbled into her hair.
She sleepily nodded and hummed an affirmative sound.
"Its mid morning now, we should be starting our day." He added and couldn't help the playful smile on his lips and she groaned angrily. "Very well, I supposed I could let you recover."
Kairi hummed something positive sounding and he chuckled.
"Sleep well then." He added.
"Hmmhmmmm. You too." She muttered, "I love you." She grumbled, already half asleep.
Sherlock held onto her, his breath hitching in response. Hearing those words had shocked him, but he did not alter his position, nor did he reply. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes for the moment to think, the tiniest sliver of elation rising within his chest, tainted by a spark of dread.
A/N
Dear Lord baby jesus on fire...
That was a REALLY fun chapter to write... Not only that but it was fricken HARD to write...I'd get going, things would be flowin' and then I'd get distracted by my own goddamned characters and lose focus and go all willowy... Good gracious...
Obviously there was important information in that chapter (you mean other than the sex scene? Why yes, other stuff actually happened that even *I* forgot about) and it will be revisited.
Oh man, I'm still flustered...Leave me comments, let me know what you don't like, do like, any errors you encounter...
By the way, if you've seen it, HOW AMAZING WAS THE EMPTY HEARSE?! JUST REALLY!? I'M MEAN - *VIOLENTLY SWOONS*
Reviews, comments, and the like are appreciated :D Dont know when the next chapter will be, but since I'm sick, hopefully my brain is working well enough to keep writing while I'm down - yes, I wrote this chapter sick, so if its good, I need to know, otherwise I will rest and fester and probably die while watching the Empty Hearse as many times as humanly possible and then you'll never get the ending to this story... :D Happy new year!