Wow, one month since I updated! What can I say, time flies and I've been mega busy with uni. And I must rewrite the Henry Knight chapter because I'm not happy with it as it is (not so much sexiness). But thanks for the reviews, alerts, etc. Hope you find this chapter amusing. So long!
Shod, Mr, Sun
Miss Hudson was taking a stroll through Hyde Park and enjoyed the moment with her polka dot dress, her neat white sandals, the shining blonde hair, the families having picnics on the grass, and the warm sun.
She sighed happily and had a swing tune in her head. She hummed for herself which made her unaware of her surroundings. Suddenly a shadow fell over Miss Hudson and she flinched as something big and compact appeared close beside her. She looked up at the shape and her eyes widened.
A mounted police on a stunning black horse which towered above her. The young officer had a brown fringe under his helmet and white gloves that tightly gripped the reins. Miss Hudson hadn't heard the shod hooves against the gravel.
"Good day, Miss," the officer greeted with a soft-spoken voice and gave her a wide smile Miss Hudson couldn't help but return.
"And to you, Mr…I mean, sir…" she stuttered with flaring cheeks at her inability to compose herself in front of the handsome rider.
He winked and then elegantly bent down to her, holding out a cherry blossom. "A small offering to such a beauty," he said and put the blossom behind her ear and the warmth of his fingers was felt through the glove.
"Thank you," Miss Hudson mumbled and fell in love.
Duh, Mrs, Son
She was at her sister's outside London to escape her husband for a weekend, though, no-one knew of this. Ever since the economy had declined, even now when Thatcher ruled, her man had gotten darker and darker moods which stole the light from Mrs. Hudson.
But right now everything was fine, as her sister had organized a cocktail party with her friends and their families. As Mrs. Hudson stood by a table with pastries and studied the happy, chattering people, a young man, just over twenty, moved towards her.
"Buggering hell, they're gossiping like there's no tomorrow," he exclaimed quietly to her and Mrs. Hudson cocked her head and felt a thud in her chest at the man's form. Strongly built, proud stature but with the manners of the working class.
"Why are you here then, if you dislike talking?" she replied a bit cheekily and he shot her a dubious glance.
"Duh, free food."
She actually giggled at that but turned serious as the man snatched a sandwich from the table.
"Who are you?" she asked.
"Nick Davies. Mum dragged me here, she doesn't like that I'm spending so much time in the mine. But what can I say; I'm hungry for money, work, and more."
Why did it sound like he hinted at something inappropriate? And he was Mrs. Davies son. This was so bad, but Mrs. Hudson wanted it despite her failure of a marriage.
"Buy me a drink at the pub tonight?" she whispered and Nick grinned and licked his lips, surely to remove crumbles.
Round, Sm, Sh
The boys were quiet up there so Mrs. Hudson thought it was safe to deliver an invitation to tea later that afternoon. Her knees protested as she walked up the stairs. A sign which read; S.H & J.W was glued to the door. She smiled to herself. They were too adorable.
As always, the door was unlocked and it swung open soundlessly for her.
Oh, dear.
Mrs. Hudson took in the scene with big eyes. Chains from the ceiling were attached to the detective's wrists and kept the naked man in place with his back to the door and my, was his round bottom a fine one.
Sherlock hung his head and moaned and then he whined in a needy, panting voice, "John, I yield! Please come over here and hit me with the riding crop!"
"So you realize that serving me tea with spoiled milk isn't suitable as an experiment?"
John was probably in the kitchen and used a more imperious voice than Mrs. Hudson had ever heard. The chains clattered when Sherlock angled his body towards the adjoining room and breathed, "Yes! I'm sorry so come and punish me!"
Mrs. Hudson, getting hot under the collar, backed out from the flat and closed the door unnoticed. She would take her tea alone today, but she would occupy herself by googling the word S&M, which she assumed the boys were up to. She was a curious lady after all.
So, no sex scene per se for Mrs. Hudson. I'm not aiming at age discrimination or describing elder people as chaste asexual people, because they aren't. But somehow I don't see her sleeping around in her youth in the 60's. As for the middle story, I wanted to include her abusing husband somehow but not in a sexy way at all. Men or women who mistreat their partners are just horrible, so I wanted Mrs. Hudson to get a respite from that. But what did you think about these three tidbits? Tell me, please.