Second chapter already loves! Hope you like it! And please, please, please, please review! *makes puppy dog eyes at the readers*
Jane stepped into the flat she shared with Sherlock a tad warily. Her scientist girlfriend had a tendency to blow stuff up. To her surprise there was nothing on fire, nor were there unrecognizable substances plastered to the ceiling. The place in fact, looked quite nice. It was obvious Sherlock had tidied up, but nothing else seemed different until Jane walked into the kitchen. Her eyes widened and her mouth watered a bit.
"Good evening Mistress." Sherlock said politely, grinning inwardly at Jane's expression.
"Sherlock?" The blonde suddenly couldn't muster enough saliva to say more.
"Yes Mistress?" Sherlock asked mock-innocently, tilting her head to the side in way she knew drove Jane crazy. Jane swallowed thickly and tried to ignore the sudden heat in her lower belly.
"What," She paused to wet her lips, "What exactly are you wearing?"
"Oh this?" Sherlock made a grand sweeping gesture at her outfit. Jane nodded, unable to speak further because damn. Sherlock looked . . . well, damn pretty much covered it.
"It's my uniform Mistress." Sherlock said with a cat in the cream smile. Jane swallowed again, this time almost audibly. Sherlock, the dastardly sexy woman, wasn't wearing a uniform as such, maybe a seductress' uniform. For one it was red. For two the skirt was so short Jane wasn't sure it counted it also had a frilly white underskirt. And the corset like bodice was so low cut Sherlock's admittedly well shaped and sized chest was practically popping out of the garment. The dress had no sleeves. Her black hair was mussed and tousled in a way that looked like she had just had sex. Her gray eyes were darkly outlined, and her lips were a dark burgundy color. She looked utterly edible.
"And what, pray tell, are you planning to do in that 'uniform' Sherlock?" Sherlock smirked.
"Serve my mistress of course." Jane had a little trouble breathing after that statement.
"What would you like first Mistress?" Sherlock motioned toward the table and Jane finally noticed that there was quite a feast spread out on the table; spaghetti, bread sticks, and she saw there was chocolate cake for dessert. It was not quite the dessert Jane wanted. Jane breathed deeply as she tried to dispel the image of Sherlock sprawled out on the table, legs spread, back arched, breath coming in short pants as Jane-
"Mistress. Perhaps you would like to take a seat and start your dinner?" Jane shook her head as if to rid herself of her thoughts. She then nodded at her sexy, sexy girlfriend. Sherlock nodded back and went and pulled out a chair for Jane. The blonde sat down and then caught Sherlock's wrist as she moved to stand behind Jane's chair,
"Sit with me,"Sherlock hesitated, "Please?" The raven haired woman nodded, and then sat across the table from her soon-to-be-lover.
"Mistress?" Sherlock questioned hesitantly. Jane smiled,
"You can stop with the mistress thing Sherlock." The raven nodded and then smiled at her girlfriend.
"So," Sherlock said conversationally, "What do you think of my gown?" Jane raised an eyebrow,
"Gown?" Sherlock blushed at the pure lust in Jane's voice. Jane herself couldn't fight off the urge to sneak a hand up Sherlock's thigh, her fingers coming to a stop only when they reached the lace of Sherlock's panties. Her efforts were rewarded by the stutter in Sherlock's breathing and the drop in the octave of her voice as she said,
"Jane, we have to eat first, I don't want all of my hard work to go to waste." Jane nodded reluctantly and brought her hand back out from under the table. She reached for her fork, suddenly uncertain. Sherlock didn't always do well when cooking. Did Jane already mention her tendency to make previously inert substances explode?
Sherlock rolled her eyes as if she knew exactly what Jane was thinking, "Relax Jane. I bought the stuff from a restaurant." Jane was instantly relieved. She dug in. It was a good meal, their conversation was a tad stilted though, hindered by an excess of lust and a certain impatience in the air.
But, finally the time came. All the food had been eaten, all the dishes washed and now Sherlock was walking into the hallway, beckoning Jane with her eyes. Sherlock had far too much sway in her walk for her own good. No. For Jane's own good! The blonde woman followed her girlfriend into the bedroom. She had to stop and remember how to breath for a moment. Sherlock, the sexy, beautiful, brazen women was spread eagle on their bed, her legs spread wide, her hips subtly angled up, and her hands slowly, seductively undoing the buttons on her bodice one . . . by . . . one . . .
And I am leaving it there for now! Hehe, don't you just hate cliffhangers?