Irene Adler is untouchable while all those around her fall so quickly under her heels, except for Sherlock Holmes. [Companion piece to "Untouchable" but can be read alone]

Set at the end of The Sign of Three, Sherlock has just escaped from the wedding reception when he catches a whiff of a familiarly intoxicating perfume. This perfume belongs to none other than The Woman herself. As it turns out, Sherlock won't lack a dance partner after all. Pure, unadulterated fluffy banter. This is my first Adlock fanfic, so please let me know what you think.

Sherlock had always been curious about the science of romantic love. As he decided to conduct his research, he discovered that he has been manifesting symptoms all along.

The distance and time away from The Woman almost drove Sherlock Holmes insane. And despite his restraint to feel anything for her, he started to lose his grip to rationality when he finds her standing at his doorstep one day in 221B.