The taxi left Sherlock at the door of 221b Baker Street. As soon as he stepped out of it he realized something was wrong. The curtain of the leaving room was slightly opened and he was sure he had left it closed when he left for Scotland Yard to give his deposition to Lestrade on the case he had solved last night.
John hadn't come back from work yet and Mrs. Hudson was refusing to clean the flat while there were body parts in it, and there still were.
Conclusion: someone else had broke into the flat and moved the curtain.
He entered carefully, trying to determine if whoever broke in was still there. Then he heard the sound of a spoon hitting china and knew there was someone there. Unfortunately, he had left his gun in the apartment.
He turned the knob slowly and pushed the door open, waiting for someone to jump on him. He was prepared for that. But nothing happened and when he looked inside the flat he saw a woman sitting at the table with a cup of tea in front of her. She had light brown straight hair that felt in layers to her shoulder. When she turned her big hazel eyes in his direction he recognized Irene Adler.
"Oh, hi." She said with a smile. "Hope you don't mind. I helped myself with a cup of tea, I didn't know how long you would take to came home."
Sherlock looked around looking for accomplices that could be hiding ready to jump and restrain him. There was no one else though. For a split second he couldn't understand. She was alone, inside his flat, completely at his mercy. He was at the door, there was no escape, except the window, but he didn't think she would jump. Something wasn't right.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
"I had to come to London for business and I thought I'd stop by to see you." She said standing up and walking slowly in his direction.
His muscles tensed and he got prepared to restrain her if she tried anything suspicious.
"What kind of business?"
"Talking to a director about a movie part."
He snorted. "What's the real business?" He knew acting was a cover up to her real job: thievery and conning.
She looked away and smiled amused. "Seriously, just the movie this time." She was in front of him now, looking up to him.
Sherlock could smell her perfume. Floral, jasmine and roses, with hints of peppermint and vanilla. Exotic. Intoxicating.
"You'll forgive me if I don't believe a word that comes out of your mouth. Experience." He said, sarcastic, trying to ignore the feeling of being pulled inside those hazel eyes and the fact that his heart began to race inside his chest.
"Of course." She said giving shoulders. "Are you working any cases?"
"If you're here to break the law, yes."
"Since I'm not..." She then pulled his head with her right hand and kissed him softly on the lips.
He was taken by surprise not only by her action but also by his own reaction. A shiver like an electric bolt ran down his spine. His heart began pounding inside his chest and his whole body began to tingle. Although he didn't move, he opened his mouth to kiss her back and felt the blood flowing to his head and to his member, making him feel the discomfort of sexual excitement.
She broke the kiss and looked at him victoriously. He just stared back confused.
"Where is your bedroom?" She asked in a whisper, looking up at the stairs behind him.
"Why?" He asked.
She giggled. "Thought you were a master of deduction." She grabbed his hand and pulled him to the stairs. "Come on." She said.
He let himself be pulled a few steps then he stopped and forced her to look at him.
He wanted to say something but nothing came out of his mouth. He wanted to say that he knew this was a trick; that she was playing him and it was not going to work. He would not let her escape this time. If he could just shut down his bloody hormones, he would be able to hold her down and decide his next move. He decided to stop breathing so her perfume would not continue to inebriate him.
The problem was her taste was lingering in his mouth and he wanted more. The drug addict that he was had just found a knew drug to crave for.
She pulled his hands to her waist and held his head with both her hands. "Don't worry." She said looking deeply inside his eyes and giving him the most warming and sincere smile he had ever seen. "I won't go anywhere. See, you caught me."
When she said that he began to breath again and moved up to kissed her deeply, pushing her into his bedroom.