Good day to you all. Well, even before I start this chapter's introduction, let me warn all those who have no interested in Watson and Holmes's love life to skip this chapter. I will resume with the mystery by the next chapter, but pray pardon my imagination until then. This chapter is dedicated to my Shwatsonlock fandom. If you too are a big fan of these two hooking up, pray do go on ahead and enjoy!
let me thank all the reviews, watches and favorites. i am motivated to continue thanks to all of you. this chapter will be short but intense, but i honestly did not know how to go with the chapter... so pardon me if i kind of ended it hanging.
Caution! This chapter will be rated "M" for STRONG slashes… (laugh)
Chapter 9… the sins
I gasped for breath as our lips finally parted. I tried asking Holmes to calm down a bit, but our lips meet even before I said the first word. He eagerly undid my shirt, and gently kissed my cheek, making his way down to my neck. I gave shudder of pleasure as his fingertips traced my body. I felt his locks brush against my skin as he made is way down to my chest, and was surprised how soft it was.
"Holmes! Stop…" I stammered as pleasure took over my mind. I clearly felt even the lightest touch of his cool lips, almost driving me mad. He ignored my plea, and continued caressing me, slowly, aggressively. He removed his own shirt, and pushed me down. I felt a hint of fright tingling inside me, seeing how easily this man can overcome me. I believe he saw the fear in my eyes, for he blinked once, bit on his lips, and then flopped right on top of me, whispering.
"My apologies, dear Watson." I could barely hear his voice. "I think I got a bit too excited. No need to fear." He was containing his emotions once again.
"Be honest, will you? Don't hide from me." I said with a frown. He just shrugged. Anger and impatience rose for no reason. "If you won't I'll make you."
With that I pulled him back down, and kissed him. He refused at first, trying to keep his cool, but I too was persistent. He soon fell for the pleasure, and continued where he stopped. He pulled my pants down, with me struggling no as the last protection against my ego. I knew ever since, that he would never be willing to be the "bottom" in a relationship. He had too much pride for that. But I never had imagine that our desire will take us this far. We were going against the church and the law, and could be hanged for our act, though officers usually choose to keep their eyes closed in such cases. But for now that was not what mattered, but rather my fast racing heart, fuzzy mind, the heat and Holmes's touch was preoccupying my thoughts.
"Keep still, Watson." said He. I felt my body tense. "Relax."
And he entered me. I gave out a little whelp of pain, and then had no choice but to relax. He started to move and my head dazed with pain and pleasure, not sure on which I should react. I let of a shy moan of pleasure, and clanged on to my partner.
Just like that we carried on indulged in our sins, fulfilling out desires, and forgetting about reality, even if it was just for the night…