Part 2 and things are heating up, as always nothing belongs to me except the point of view character… even though I wished really hard.
The next morning John came down to auntie's apartment, returning the half drunk tea cups, "Sorry I disturbed you last night" he said a little sheepishly.
"It's fine, I'm not sure Sherlock knew what he meant to do, and while it was flattering, I don't want to be the person to distract him" I said, trying to explain but feeling a bit ridiculous.
Auntie was still improving; her physio was going well and expected to be out of the hospital after the weekend. I didn't tell her about the strange episode, hoping it would all be resolved before she got home.
Back at home that night, I relaxed in the chair and looked over my notebooks. I was so engrossed in my work I didn't notice Sherlock enter, until his hand rested on my shoulder. I jumped out of my chair and spun around, trying to compose myself when I saw a warm smile spread across Sherlock's face again.
"Sorry" he said, stepping around the chair, "I didn't mean to make you jump."
A strange magnetism rushed through me, and I resisted backing up when he closed the distance between us. I tried to form words, but none came, Sherlock leant down and kissed me, embracing me in a tight hug. "I suggest an experiment" he said when he stepped back, "should break the tension between us."
I looked up at him, desperately wanting more but still confused, "an experiment" I repeated, seeing him smile again, I nodded.
Given what I'd heard from aunty, I decided I should probably take the lead, but I didn't get the chance. His long arms wrapped around me, holding the back of my neck and the small of my back, moving us from the living room into the bedroom. I pushed the jacket from his shoulders and began unbuttoning his shirt; he pulled my t-shirt over my head and flicked open the clasp on my bra with ease. I briefly wondered how he was so adept at this, but put it down to his uncanny observation skills.
Our clothes scattered about the floor, and we fell to the bed kissing and exploring each others bodies, Sherlock moving like an experienced lover. I pushed him to his back and straddled him, looking down into his lust filled, half closed eyes. He pulled me closer, electricity surging between us as our naked forms entwined.
I reached over to my bag, fumbled in a little-used pocket, and pulled a condom free. Sherlock took it from me, and flipped us over, kissing his way down from my neck. From the other room I heard my phone ring, but ignored it, having zero interest in anything other than the magnificent man leaning over me, and our little 'experiment'.
He moved back up to look me in the eye, checking I was still sure. I answered by tangling one hand in his soft wavy hair, the other softly clawing at his back. Dipping his head, he ran his nose up the length of my neck before nipping roughly at the skin, at the same time as penetrating me slowly until our hips met. We both moaned at the sensation, and Sherlock began moving slowly and carefully. I pulled at his hair, his back and legs, to encourage him to 'let go' and follow his instincts, finally pushing him onto his back and sliding over him with increasing need, returning the bite to his neck and savouring the sight of his beautiful pale form.
Our movements became more frenzied, Sherlock taking control and rolling us over, driving me to climax with unexpected skill. He wasn't far behind, the sound leaving him a mixture of pleasure and relief, and then collapsed to the bed, breathing heavily.
I watched as he sat on the edge of the bed, then stood, redressing. He turned and gave me the warmest of smiles, one that reached all the way into his eyes, and then left quietly.
I pushed myself from the bed and wrapped a robe around my shoulders, remembering my phone had chirped. There were three missed calls and a message from John, asking simply "Have you seen Sherlock?"
I replied with "Sorry, we were busy with an experiment", grinning to myself. I curled up in front of the tv, happy and sated, and nodded off to sleep
I awoke the next morning when my phone, which was still resting in my hand, chirped loudly. It was John, "Whatever your 'experiment' was, it's cleared Sherlock's head, and he's being nice to people." I grinned to myself, and went to dress so I could visit aunty. I was reluctant to tell her about the events of the night before, but decided I could tell her that I had been 'accepted' by them both. She had a twinkle in her eyes, which I took as her guessing or presuming what could have happened.
