A short chapter, but fun to write. Nothing belongs to be except the point of view character. The angst begins in the next chapter… the beginning of a big problem.
A couple of days passed, and I took tea up to the apartment every now and then, John greeting me with a knowing smile and Sherlock behaving as normal, if a little more friendly. It was the third day after our encounter, and I was taking a cup of tea upstairs to them both, but found Sherlock alone working at a laptop.
I tidied away the empty cups that were scattered around the apartment, piling them on a tray to return downstairs. I turned to look for more, but found Sherlock stood behind me, watching with a playful smirk.
"John out is he?" I asked, moving to step around him.
"Yes, on a date with Clare" he replied, mirroring my movement and catching hold of my arm, "How's your research coming along?"
"Great, almost finished" I smiled, "Are you working on a case?"
"Just finished one" he said, reaching up a lightly caressing my neck, "How's Mrs Hudson?"
"She's doing great, should be home soon" I had barely finished speaking when he pulled me in for a kiss.
"That's great news" he said as his kisses moved down my neck, "but you'll be staying for a while, yes?"
"At least a few months" I told him, wrapping my arms around his warm body, "did our experiment only have a temporary solution?" I chuckled.
"You awakened something in me" he said, pushing me towards the sofa I so frequently found him lounging on, "I blame your intelligence, or your perfect skin" he added, biting my neck to emphasize his point.
My head swam with what was happening, and it took all my willpower not to tear his clothes off.
I landed on the sofa, cornered between the seat and back cushions, and Sherlock leaned over me, continuing his attack on my bare patches of skin. Within a few short moments, buttons were opened and our flesh pressed together, limbs tangling. Every time I looked into the eyes of this magnificent man, I became more captivated, and more desperate for this contact to keep happening. Sherlock hitched up my skirt, and I pushed his trousers and boxers lower, both of us racing to fulfil the animal lust.
"This is becoming a bit of a habit, people might talk" I smiled as he fitted a condom.
"People will talk regardless" he laughed, "John has already been asking questions."
He began entering me slowly; I hooked my legs around his hips and pulled him closer, showing that he didn't need to be gentle, and eliciting a moan from Sherlock. He took the hint and picked up speed, I leaned up to kiss him, trailing nibbles and kisses down his slender neck.
We both froze when we heard the front door bang, and Sherlock scooped me up into his arms, dashing through the kitchen and into his bedroom. The door closed quietly just in time to hear John enter and call Sherlock's name.
Sherlock ignored him, planting me firmly on his bed, and continued driving me wild. I tried to keep quiet, so John didn't know we were in here, but when we climaxed I couldn't help but release a moan of pleasure. I think Sherlock may have actually giggled when I clapped my hand over my mouth, gasping in fear of being discovered. We straightened our clothes and Sherlock moved to leave the room.
"How do I get out without John seeing me?" I whispered
"Well, I'm certain he may have guessed, but I can always take him for food." Sherlock winked, highly amused, and stepped out of the door.
I heard light conversation from the other side of the door, then John called 'Bye Alice' and I heard them descend the stairs.
I went back downstairs, and tried to relax into my work, but couldn't help but wonder what I would do when auntie was fully recovered.
I found out the answer when I visited auntie the next day, "Alice, I'd like to talk to you about something" she said. I sat down and looked at her, a little concerned.
"Now honey, I aren't getting any younger, and John and Sherlock tell me you've been taking very good care of them" she said with a wink, "The doctor tells me I won't be as spry as before, and I was hoping you might consider letting me 'spruce up' the spare apartment so you could stay… unless…"
"That would be great" I beamed at her, overjoyed at the idea, "but I'll do the sprucing, did the doctor say when you might be sent home?"
"Oh yes, tomorrow hopefully, just have to see the physio this afternoon."
So I moved into the small apartment known as 221c, after some heavy decorating, I took care of auntie, John and Sherlock. My work didn't need me in any particular location, and St Bart's was happy for me to continue working in their labs. Sherlock would visit occasionally, as would John to talk about Sherlock. The relationship between Sherlock and I wasn't like John and his girlfriend, but it satisfied both of us, giving us time to focus on our work, and gave auntie a warm glow of satisfaction that the people in her life were happy.
