I don't know how each of you judges ratings but this chapter is kinda in the higher, more mature region, not super smutty though.
They spend the next 2 hours listening to all the messages and writing them down. John went up after the first hour and left Regan and Sherlock downstairs alone.
Regan fell asleep quietly, so quietly that Sherlock spent the last half hour speaking to her.
"Regan, are you listening to me?" he asks, still very concentrated on the messages.
He finally turns to her and notices that she is fast asleep. He smiles and continues listening.
That morning Regan woke up somewhere she would have never expected to, in Sherlock's bed. He hurriedly looks to the side to make sure she was alone, and she was.
She walks downstairs to John reading the paper in his chair and Sherlock organizing the notes of Irene's messages. John looks up from his paper stunned.
Regan yawns as she walks into the kitchen and pours herself a cup of coffee, "Good morning", she says after taking a sip of her freshly poured coffee.
"Regan, what are you doing here? I thought you left?" John asks disordered.
"She fell asleep, I took her upstairs" Sherlock states as he finishes the sorting.
John puts his paper down and stands up, "Sherlock, can I talk to you for a moment…in the kitchen".
Sherlock moans, annoyed. Regan takes a seat in Sherlock's chair as John and Sherlock go into the kitchen and close the doors behind them. Regan sips her coffee.
"Sherlock, please tell me you didn't sleep in your bed last night as well" John asks solemnly.
"You're assuming things, John, you shouldn't assume" Sherlock points out.
John begins to get annoyed, "are my assumptions correct?"
Sherlock avoids the question, "When you assume you miss details".
"Did you?" John yells, but quiets down halfway through his words so Regan won't hear.
"Your assumptions were way off" he says snarky and exits the kitchen.
Regan looks about the two men, "Is everything okay?"
"Yes, fine" Sherlock adds before he grabs his cup to refill his coffee.
John storms out of the flat in a rage.
"Are you sure everything's alright?" Regan asks concerned, she follows him to the kitchen.
"Yes, he's just upset because he thinks that we, to put it lightly, spent the night together" he says pointedly.
Regan chuckles, "You? But you're you?"
"This is another reason I haven't moved back in, he isn't readjusted just yet" Sherlock says despondently.
"But still, you? Why would you have sex?" Regan adds with another chuckle.
Sherlock creases his brow, "Sex doesn't alarm me".
"Of course it doesn't" she continues laughing.
"It doesn't" Sherlock defends.
Regan smiles, "Just keep telling yourself that".
Sherlock's face slumps. All of a sudden he places his coffee on the counter and presses Regan against the counter, pressing his lips to hers with passionate force. She is alarmed. Pretty soon she is kissing him back. Aggressively, Sherlock lifts her onto the counter in front of him and continues to kiss her neck, obviously trying to prove himself. She starts to unbutton his pants and he allows her too. His pants fall around his ankles and Regan wraps her legs firmly around his waist. A minute later Sherlock's palms are placed firmly against the countertop as he thrusts himself into Regan. He can feel her moaning breath on his neck and he loves it, he thrusts harder. Regan digs her nails into the back of his suit jacket with every thrust. With his final thrust Regan runs her fingers hard along his back. They stand there for a moment just watching each other's chest's rise and lower from their lack of breath. Regan runs her hand through her hair, putting her hair back in place.
Regan says breathless, "I was wrong, sex, you aren't that oblivious".