In which fem!Sheriarty happens, Jim/James/Jade is shy but a bit of a minx, and Sherlock is annoying and his name is hard to genderbend...
"Jade?"
She sat up, yawning. "Sherly? What is it? I thought you were sleeping."
The taller girl rolled over to face her friend. "Yes, but honestly, who sleeps at sleepovers? Besides, I wanted to ask you something."
Jade felt her face heating up. She was immensely glad that the dark hid her blush from her best friend. "Um, yes? It's not about earlier, is it? I mean, I'm really sorry, Irene can be a bit full on..."
Sherlock giggled in a way that would have been convincing, had Jade not known her entire life.
"Sherly, what do you want?" She asked suspiciously.
"Well..." Molly rolled over in her sleep, mumbling softly about perfect cheekbones. Sherlock continued in a whisper, "I was thinking about the dare from earlier, Jay..."
The Irish girl froze, fist clenched tightly on the hem of her pyjama top.
A thousand thoughts rushed through her head all at once.
"I'm honestly so sorry about Irene, I didn't think she would be like that... I didn't think she would dare me to, um, you know..." She blurted out, face flushing furiously.
"Jay... I'm fine about that, you know I am. It just intrigued me."
"What?!" Jade squeaked.
She could practically hear her best friend's smirk.
"Kissing you, obviously. I was disappointed you didn't accept the dare..." Joan snorted in her sleep, kicking a leg over Jade's waist.
Sherlock shuffled closer, until they were practically chest to chest, arching a perfect eyebrow. "Well, Jade?"
The smaller girl swallowed.
"Fine, Sherly, but don't you dare tell Irene, or I'll never hear the end of it..."
"I swear I won't..." Sherlock grinned. "You better not, or I'll make you into shoes, darling, and that's a promise!"
Jade stared up at her friend, tucking back the strands of long dark hair that had escaped her ponytail.
"Okay..." She whispered, leaning in to place a small kiss on Sherlock's cheek. "There."
Was Sherlock blushing?!
"No, no, Jay, I meant..."
Jade reached up to pull her face closer. "Like this, you mean?" She giggled, pressing their lips together gently.
Sherlock seemed to melt against her body, arms winding languidly around her waist, shoving Joan away in the process.
They kissed slowly, sweetly, leaving behind the bedroom, the other sleeping girls. Cliché as it may seem, they felt like the only ones alive.
Jade pulled back abruptly, slinging her legs around Sherlock's waist and clinging like a koala.
"I'm tired now we've destroyed our platonic friendship..." She answered Sherlock's mewl of protest.
She settled herself more comfortably, ignoring Sherlock's growl of "Minx".
Across the room, Irene Adler smirked, congratulating herself on a job well done.