AN: so this is the next chapter , it deals a bit more with Regan and Jim, I did translate a lot of the chapter from french to English so please tell me if there is anything I need to fix.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except Rosalyn and 2swords2 owns Regan
Monday 2:00am September 17, 2012
The clock says 2am when Rose wakes up screaming. She is back in Irene's bed. The woman is comforting her, stroking her hair and whispering words that sound nice but mean nothing. Rose's skin is slick with sweat, the silk sheets sticking to her uncomfortably.
"I'm sorry." She mumbles, burying her face in her lover's chest.
"Don't be...but I wish you would tell me what makes you like that."
"I can't burden you with...that."
"I'm not made of glass, I can take whatever you tell me."
"It's a long story."
"We have time, start from the beginning."
"Well, Regan has always been the favorite but when she and I were about 15 our father took us to a shooting range. Regan couldn't even turn the safety off but I guess I was a natural. The first time I took a shot, I hit the target and my father was so proud of me. For my sixteenth birthday, he bought me my first sniper rifle and got me a contract so I could start working. So for about 3 years till I was 19, I worked for my father as an assassin, and boy was Regan mad that she didn't get the job. It felt good to be the favorite for a while. My father taught me how to ride a motorcycle and shoot, and it was greatest three years of my life. But then the MacDough case happened. I was sent in to take out the leaders of a group that were going to assassinate the prime minister but I was caught. They "interrogated" me for hours till the police showed up. I'll spare you the details but it was awful. I was humiliated, victimized. To make matters worse, my father acted like it was all my fault when it was actually Regan's. She called me and my phone went off at the wrong time and almost got me killed. Yet she is somehow the favorite!"
"It's okay."
"No it's not!"
"Yes it is, I'm here, you're alive and..."
"You love me?"
"Of course I love you Rose, you complete me."
"So it is not too early to say I love you."
"No, it's not."
Monday 11:00am, September 17, 2012
"Why don't you spend time with me anymore, Jim? Don't you love me?"
"Regan, I have been busy...with the greater...good."
"I am the greatest good you will ever get!"
"Then it is a good thing I am on the side of evil."
"What the actual fuck, Jim!"
"Why are you yelling at me?"
"Because you have been off trying to destroy the world, and I have been waiting for you like a good girlfriend and for all I know you're fucking Sebastian, right behind my back." Regan said curling her hands into fists.
"I would never cheat on you, love."
"Prove it."
"Dinner, at 7 o'clock."
"Where?"
"Judgment Day."
"My favorite."
"Shall we occupy ourselves till then?"
"With pleasure…"
Monday 6:30pm, September 17, 2012
"Are you almost ready, my dear?" Jim called upstairs to Regan, who was currently changing into something in the bathroom. Jim glanced down at the expensive watch on his wrist, slightly impatient.
"Just a minute…" Regan called back down, slight seduction in her tone.
Regan had said that same thing five minutes ago, but Jim did not mind, knowing the waiting will be worth it.
Jim took a deep breath to calm down, but it wasn't very effective. "Regan! …" He almost angrily called out. He turned around quickly to face the staircase when he heard the clicking of high heels.
Regan descended the stairs elegantly, back straight and hand barely grazing the banister. As she came to Jim's level, he fully evaluated her.
She was wearing minimal makeup on her face, save for her lips, which were coated in lipstick the color of blood. Her hair was loosely pulled into a bun on the crown of her head, some curled pieces strategically hanging down. She was wearing a black dress, covered in lace, with long sleeves and a plunging neckline. It reached the floor, but had a leg slit that stopped at her mid thigh, revealing a perfectly toned left leg. The outfit was complete with a gray clutch, and black strappy heels that raised Regan from 5 foot 1 inch to 5 foot 5 inches.
Regan walked up to Jim, tilting her head upwards so she could stare into Jim's eyes. "Is this an acceptable outfit?" She asked, partially concerned if it was.
"I wouldn't change a thing." Jim replied, staring down at her.
"Are you just saying that so I won't have to spend an hour changing and make us late for our reservations?" Regan asked, arching a perfectly shaped eyebrow.
"Of course not." Jim was slightly taken aback.
Regan let out a little laugh. "Shall we depart, then?" She offered.
"Yes." Jim held out an arm, which Regan graciously took.
The two lovers walked out of the Moriarty residence and towards the black car Sebastian was waiting in.
Jim opened the door for Regan and helped her into the car. She thanked him and he circled around. He got in the car and Sebastian drove off in the direction of the restaurant.
Monday 7:00pm, September 17, 2012
"Here you are, Mademoiselle, Monsieur." The waiter placed the menus down at the two seats at Regan and Jim's table, which was nestled in the corner of the restaurant for peace and privacy. The waiter bowed away.
Jim pulled out Regan's chair and pushed it in for her as she sat down. He sat down in his chair, smiling slightly.
The two dined in each other's company, enjoying the well-prepared meals before them with light conversation.
As the last course was cleared from the table, Regan spoke up. "Shall we order dessert?" She offered.
"My dear, you are the dessert." Jim had a lustful look in his eyes.
Regan set off a sultry smile as she tossed her napkin onto the table. Jim threw down some money, mostly large bills, and stood up. He held out his arm and Regan took it as she gracefully rose from her seat. The two rushed out of the restaurant elegantly and into the waiting car outside, with Sebastian at the wheel.
The engine of the car had not even started before Jim crashed his lips against Regan's.
The two struggled to get enough of each other's taste as they stumbled into the Moriarty residency. Breaking for breath, the two lovers ran up the grand staircase and slammed open the door to Jim's massive bedroom.
Jim pushed Regan against the wall, roughly kissing her blood red lips. Regan pulled him closer by his jacket lapels. Jim slid his hand up Regan's left leg, exposed by the slit in her dress. His other hand rested on Regan's right hip.
He slipped his tongue into Regan's accepting mouth, thoroughly exploring the new territory. Jim's hand traveled under the black fabric of Regan's dress and curled around to the back. He grabbed her ass.
Jim was slightly taken aback at touching pure flesh. He never deduced that Regan was wearing a thong. Regan stopped kissing Jim and smiled mischievously.
He shed his jacket off as Regan furiously began unbuttoning his dress shirt. He took that off as well as Regan ripped is tie off. Regan undid Jim's pants and let them drop to the floor as Jim unzipped Regan's dress and let that drop to the floor.
Regan pulled Jim down onto the bed, where they were left in nothing but their underwear, which soon made its way to the floor as well.
Euphoric and orgasmic pleasure followed for quite some time.
Monday 7:00pm September 17, 2012
On my way to your house-Rose
Good, I'm waiting upstairs. -IA
Dinner?-Rose
Take-away. we'll order in -IA
Good I am starving- Rose
Well hurry up! I am ready to ravish you.-IA
The cab pulled in from of Irene's Belgravia Estate. Rose emerged from the cab, she and Irene had been going at it for almost a month. Most people would have thought that their relationship was only sex, but it was more. They went to the movies, museums and yes they had sex, Only at Irene's house. Irene bought Rose clothes, even though she insisted she could buy them herself. Irene insisted upon taking the dominant role in the relationship, and Rose was happy to oblige. She had a submissive streak a mile wide.
Rose knocked on the door allowing her coat to open, revealing her black jeans and baby blue jumper. Irene answered the door, in her dressing gown.
"I think you're overdressed." She said, pulling Rosalyn close to her.
"Well maybe you should help me out with that problem."
Before Rose could even say anything else, Irene had pulled her inside tearing at her clothes, till she found skin. Irene ran her fingers over the scars that littered Rose's torso, knowing that each one was a bad memory. But running her fingers over her back, she smirked against Rose's lips knowing that her soft pale skin would soon be red from flogging. Irene had waited to bring Rose in to her games trying to assess if she was ready, and she certainly was. The soft gentle sex was nice, but they both need more. Rose need to be dominated and Irene needed to dominate, it was just the way their brains were wired.
Irene lead Rose to the bedroom locking the door behind her, thanking God that her walls where soundproof.
Tuesday 9:00am September 18, 2012
Rose and Regan had returned to 221B last night and neither had gotten much sleep. Both plopped down onto their beds, disregarding to change from their crumpled clothes from the night before.
Rose's skin was littered with scratches and whip marks, as well as bruises that were starting to blacken. Regan's neck looked like it had been strangled, but in reality, it was just a string of large hickeys in a row. Her arms and thighs were also sore and bruised, in addition to a small, healing cut on the very edge of her lip (which was hidden extremely well with the help of lipstick and a dab of concealer).
They were not surprised when their Uncle Sherlock came in to rouse them, but it was not until he said they had a case did the girls actually wake up. Both dressed quickly. Regan wore her usual blue jeans and a cream colored T-shirt. Her long, dark blue peacoat matched with the dark green scarf perfectly, which hid the unsightliness of her neck. Rose looked sharp in a purple dress shirt and black pants, her black peacoat buttoned all the way. A dark grey scarf was neatly settled around Rose's neck.
"Wait, there's two of them!?" John said confused.
"Yes, do try to keep up." Sherlock sighed.
"Uncle Sherlock," Regan said at the same time Rose spoke up. "Uncle William."
Sherlock sighed and looked over at the twins as John's mouth hung open at their creepy similarities.
"Does Regan/Rose have to come?" The twins asked.
Sherlock rolled his eyes as John fled the building to hail a cab. Sherlock put his scarf on and walked out of the flat. "No fighting today." He ordered.
Regan and Rose shot each other a dirty look and left the flat. They forced Sherlock to sit in the middle of the back seat in the cab while John sat up front with the cabbie in order to avoid the excess amount of Holmes blood behind him.
Tuesday 10:30am, September 18, 2012
"Sherlock, glad you could make it." DI Lestrade greeted the consulting detective as he exited the cab. John popped out of the cab on the other side, paying the cabbie as he did so.
Lestrade saw Rose standing next to Sherlock. "Oh, and you brought your...?" Lestrade trailed off.
"Niece." Sherlock quickly replied.
"Rosalyn." Rose held out her hand and Lestrade shook it.
As the cab pulled away, Lestrade looked up to see a nearly exact duplicate of Rose. "Wait, that's..." He was confused.
As Regan walked up, Rose mumbled something under her breath, which sounded like "my twin."
"Regan." Regan held out a hand and gave Lestrade a quick shake.
"Where's the body?" Sherlock, Rose, and Regan all asked at the same time.
John and Lestrade had to double take before they recovered.
"Uh, bodies. There are ten." Lestrade composed himself. "Follow me." Lestrade led the group of four towards a large estate house with police tape marking it off.
Donovan was waiting at the front steps. "Be nice. Those are Sherlock's nieces." Lestrade warned.
Rose and Regan walked closer to Donovan.
"I see the freak brought more freaks." She sneered.
Rose and Regan scoffed and walked on either side of Donovan. At the same time, they each flicked one of Donovan's ear quite sharply. Donovan let out a little cry of pain. Rose and Regan shot each other a look of success and pride before returning to their normal disconnected selves.
Lestrade brought the group to the dining room where, as promised, ten bodies sat at the dining table, dead. Sherlock whipped into action as Rose and Regan meandered around the table, slowly inspecting everything without touching much.
Sherlock had several thoughts running through his head, as did Regan and Rose. John had only finished determining the death of the first body by the time Sherlock knew the killer.
"Already?" Lestrade asked.
"It was the butler." He spanned his magnifying glass shut and pocketed it smugly.
"Sorry, Uncle Sherlock. It was the mother." Regan butted in.
"Wrong!" Rose interjected. "It was the sister."
"Mother!" Regan argued, turning to face Rose.
"Sister!" Rose yelled back, stepping forward.
"MOTHER!"
"SISTER!"
"Girls!" Sherlock yelled. "You're both wrong. The butler did the deed, but the mother and sister orchestrated the act." Sherlock explained.
"So technically, I'm right." Regan argued.
"Then I'm technically right, too." Rose fired back.
Before the twins could utter another word, Lestrade jumped in.
"So would you like me to arrest all three of them?" He asked.
"They all had a hand in the murders, so obviously yes." Sherlock replied as he walked out. John rolled his eyes and followed Sherlock out. Rose and Regan shot each other a dirty look as they both tried to squeeze through the front door at the same time.
"No, don't arrest them. Just let them commit their next murder in peace." Rose said her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Sorry out of line?" She mumbled as Lestrade gave her a shocked look as he came up behind her.
Regan scoffed and rolled her eyes. Rose stuck her tongue out while Regan had her back turned.
Another cab rolled around, and Regan banished herself to the front seat in order to avoid Rose, and possibly to text Jim in secrecy. Rose crossed her arms, staring out the window in the back seat, scowling. Sherlock was on his phone, while John was stuck in the middle seat, trying to deal with what just happened.