NOTE: So…here it comes, beware: Sex is about to happen (first time I write it so don´t expect too much!), aaand more important graphic mentionings of violence, torture and rape! So be warned!

PS: I appreciate that people actually follow my story, so thank you guys!

Chapter 10: Give me touch 'cause I've been missing it*

Sherlock pulled her to her feet and Gemma swayed the slightest bit. It was stupid to give an enemy such an advantage! Just plain stupid! She was far too tipsy but on the other hand it would probably be the only way to actually fuck him. So she just sank against his hard chest when his arms went around her waist and her shoulders.

As he kissed her again Gemma thought for a moment the world was spinning, she felt lightheaded and cut off from everything. Sherlock broke the kiss his breath lingering on her lips just a moment his eyes were locked to hers like he was searching for some kind of permission to go on. 'Sherlock.' was all she could muster but the urgency in her tone seemed to be all he needed to hear before he started to kiss her again with more force than before.

The sensation of his tongue in combination with alcohol made her feel all tingly. 'Like a teenager', she thought and slid her leg up around his hip to pull him closer, Sherlock´s hand was on her thigh immediately holding it in place grinding against her. Slowly he trailed kisses down her jaw - Gemma let her head drop back - to her neck – she pressed her eyes shut -biting in the curve where her neck melted into her shoulder – her eyes fluttered open wide with surprise, she didn´t take him to be the possessive type – his tongue licked a long stripe over the mark he´d left – now Gemma realized that his other hand did a good job in sliding the cardigan and her dress over her shoulder. By the way he touched her, she started to think that maybe 'The Virgin' was an inadequate nickname or he was just very intuitive.

Gemma found her arms hanging useless by her sides not doing much since when was she that impassive? So she gripped his shirt and started to unbutton it, pushing Sherlock´s head up in the process and kissing and biting his neck. She got distracted from her task to get the shirt out of the way by the taste of his smooth skin; her hands wandered up instead one curled into his dark hair to pull his head back to give her better access. She wasn´t gentle and Sherlock dark growl as she bit down way too hard made her other hand – still on his shirt – rip it open accidently. Sherlock´s hand ran up her spine and fisted in her curls to pull her head back. He forced her to look up and Gemma just flashed him a wicked grin before she let her fingernails trail over his bare chest. His expression told her that he wanted nothing more than to swipe that smile off of her face and by far the easiest way to do it was to kiss her again. Gemma´s nails dug into the soft skin of his chest leaving angry red marks in the process.

When they broke the apart both were heavily panting Sherlock´s eyes were darker now and he loomed over her for a moment before he pushed her shoulders and Gemma stumbled backwards; she couldn´t tear away from his eyes and the small smirk around his lips when he pushed her back again. She stumbled even more until her legs hit the edge of the bed; one last shove from Sherlock made her fall onto the bed and he climbed on top of her instantly; his legs to either side of her hip. Instinctively Gemma tried to get away and awkwardly pulled herself further on the bed until she hit the headboard but Sherlock just came after her easily.

His hand slowly shoved the fabric of her dress over her thigh further up to her waist. His arm snaked around her and pulled her down in a reclining position.

Sherlock leaned in close to her ear his breath tickled her the slightest bit as he whispered: "If you don´t want this I´ll stop." His voice was low and Gemma wished he would whisper dirty things instead of nice ones. "One word and I will be gone. But if you don´t stop me, I am going to fuck you, Gemma." For a brief moment Gemma closed her eyes, drew a shuddering breath and answered: "I might kill you if you don´t."

Clothes were pulled out of the way roughly falling to the floor. Gemma had imagined it differently but Sherlock was gentler now. Light touches and kisses until they were both naked and their bodies pushed flush against each other. Gemma´s body tingled with anticipation when Sherlock´s hand run up and down her right side and pulled her leg up a bit. He propped himself up on his other arm his eyes roaming over her body before she could feel him pushing against her entrance. He would not ask again, she knew that much, his bod was hot, his cheeks flushed and his cock was hard against her. 'God he is far too beautiful like that', she thought, shivering when his hand curled over her hip into a tight grip to hold her in place. He got very still for a few heartbeats until his gaze found hers again, he wanted to see her. For a second the intrusion felt wrong and Gemma wanted to back away from this but Sherlock hold her gaze steadily and pushed further and she was lost to the feeling. A low moan escaped her lips, her eyes fluttered shut. After that it was all a blur; Sherlock´s hand were everywhere, his kisses demanding and the low words he whispered in her ear drove her mad. She knew that she wouldn´t last long but that was just ridiculous: a few minutes of gentle rocking of his hips and a few mumbled dirty words later she came hard, crying out his name and digging her nails into his back leaving a new marks on his skin. He slowed down even more until she managed to open her eyes again still breathing heavily. The satisfied smirk on his face told her enough, that bastard. But he wasn´t done jet slowly shifting positions until Gemma on her hands and knees and Gemma just let him fuck her like this even though she´d never liked that particular position. He sneaked an arm around her body holding his weight with his other one on the bed his body was flush against hers again. His free hand went slowly down between her legs; his touches were the most skilled Gemma had ever experienced; his face close to hers he started kissing her neck up to her earlobe until she was a panting mess underneath him practically begging for more. The speed of his movements increased and got harder against her hips until she felt another orgasm build low in her stomach. One more skilled movement of Sherlock´s hand and she came again longer and deeper than the first time. She was barely aware of anything for some time just concentrated on breathing as Sherlock simply put her back on her back. 'How can he still not be done? I was most definitely wrong about him being a virgin.' Gemma thought somewhere in the back of her mind. Sherlock leaned down and kissed her again hot and passionate, he wouldn´t last much longer. Gemma pushed him back, Sherlock looked honestly surprised for a moment until he realized what she was about to do. She made him sit against the headboard and climbed on top of him. While she slowly sank back down on his cock he closed her eyes and a deep moan filled the room. Ever so slowly she started to rock her hips against him, much too slow for him but he seemed to like the torture. She kissed him deep pushing her tongue down his throat when she started to increase the rhythm at the same time. When Sherlock came it was unexpected (at least for him) his finger digging in Gemma´s hips leaving bruises, moaning loud sighing her name at the end and it was probably the hottest thing Gemma ever heard.

They stayed like this for a couple of minutes before Gemma settled herself under a blanket. Sherlock took a few moments longer to regain some kind of consciousness and slid down until he was next to her offering his arm for her to rest her head on it. Gemma looked at him confused for a moment in normal cases she wouldn´t even consider something like cuddling but this wasn´t a normal case after all. Carefully she rested her head on his shoulder tangling their limbs together. 'It was kind of nice with him', she mused.

"That was kinda nice." She mumbled half asleep already.

"You expected differently?" Sherlock asked as if it was a matter of fact that the world greatest detective would also be the world greatest lover.

Gemma chuckled and answered: "Guess I was wrong picking that nickname for you."

Sherlock only chuckled and shortly after that they were both sleeping.

When Gemma woke up from the deepest sleep she´d in years, she was surprised to see Sherlock next to her side propped up on his elbow. His chest still bare and he´d this serious look on his face, brows drawn together with a look of determination.

"What are you doing, Sherlock?" She mumbled sleepily while closing her eyes again dragging her arm over her face.

"Counting your scares. I noticed them last night but I considered it inappropriate to do it then." Sherlock stated calmly.

"How thoughtful of you…" Gemma sighed.

Gemma slowly shoved her arm a bit further up to her forehead and opened one of her eyes to stare at Sherlock vexed. Her open eye looked down her body to realize she was not only completely naked but without a blanket either. She had never been uncomfortable with her body so why bother now? Though she didn´t like the way he kept looking at her because every little scare would tell him something and all those scares on her thighs? They already told him the story she didn´t tell last night. She pushed herself off the bed abruptly, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed to sit there for a moment before she remembered the deep scares on her back, Sherlock would count now. The headache when she finally stood, told her that she definitely drank too much last night. Slowly she made her way over to the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She took a deep breath and another but she couldn´t find the usual calm in her and the only coherent thought in her head was: 'This was a big mistake.' Deciding a shower might help her mind and her headache she turned it on and waited until it was hot and stepped under the hot stream. Slowly her muscles in her shoulders started to relax. Her gaze wandered down her body and she wondered how many scares were there, she never had bothered to count them. They were just a reminder of the life she´d chosen: a dangerous but thrilling one.

When Gemma woke up the light over her head blinded her and she had to blink a few times to adjust. A bunch of memories flooded back: the dizzy feeling, the little arrow she found on her neck that told her she´d been poisoned, a group of men grabbing her and dragging her inside a car and the darkness. She´d known things like this were likely to happen to a person in her position so she used to have protection but today she´d been alone. Someone must have known. Now she was tied to a chair, half lying her arms restrained with leathercuffs like her spread apart legs, in some kind of warehouse room naked. The chair remembered her of those dentist used or gynecologist. She felt her heartbeat increase the sound of it loud in her ears panic starting to flood her entire system but she knew better than to give in to that. She was too well trained, torture was nothing that scared her anymore, she´d seen and endured enough of it already. Her parents had trained her well. There was no chance to get any information out of her. She would rather die and dying was the end of it anyway, no need to give them any satisfaction over it. Better to look at the present to weigh her options.

1. This was too well prepared, no chance they didn´t leave her phone behind and the transmitter she wore in her clothes, but those were gone anyway (which made her quite angry)

2. They didn´t find the transmitter under her skin yet so most likely it would take her men to rescue her approximately 4 to 5 hours to realize her being missing and to start the search. After about 3 hours they will probably find her phone, after 4 they will try finding her over the transmitter under her skin, after 5 they will have her location narrowed down and will start the search in a radius of 2 Kilometers, after 6,5 they will get here, after 7 they will find her, dead or alive.

Seven hours of torture could mean her certain death; they probably know there is no time to waste. Weighing options was rather unpleasant:

3. Gemma had to get out of here herself alive or

4. wait for rescue just to be found dead.

Option 3 it is. But until the moment was convenient she needed to wait.

Pain had never been a problem; she could handle that, no problem at all.

Her vision had cleared by now, quickly she took the rest of the room in: A tray next to the chair with instruments for torture and something that caught her eye: shards. That was a rare thing to use shards and she knew exactly who the man supposed to torture her would be.

José Angel Ramirez. A specialist in his field.

A further look around confirmed her guess. A huge man with broad shoulders stood a few feet away with his back to her. His skull was shaven and tattooed. Over his white shirt he wore a leather apron. But who cares who he was he will be dead in a few hours anyway.

'And there was no need to wait lets get this game started.' Gemma sighed to get the man´s attention: "Mr. Ramirez, so nice to finally meet you in person. I always admired your handy work." Startled by her voice her turned around to face her. He flashed her a smile and answered like this was some kind of business meeting: "Ms. Moriarty." His south-american accent heavy. "It´s a pleasure. I do not often get the chance to get acquainted with someone of your prominence. But I guess my bosses don´t know half of what I know about you."

Gemma gave him a lazy smile: "You are too kind." And after a moment she added: "They will know pretty soon."

"I am sorry to contradict, Ms. Moriarty, but you will sadly not live to see that."

Gemma chuckled: "Wanne bet?"

Ramirez shrugged his shoulders and his smile faded. When he spoke again he slowly walked over to the tray to sort through his instruments. "This is just my job but I didn´t get my reputation by not making it right, so no. You will lose this bet." Casually he eyed his instruments and Gemma knew talking was over. "When I work with woman I usually start with the soft torture as we call it." He looked at her intently and seemed surprised to not get the desired reaction. Gemma already knew and simply shrugged. His expression changed to an angry grimace. With long finger he grabbed a scalpel setting the blade on her upper arm almost gently pushing it down, breaking the skin, cutting into the flesh. Blood poured out of the wound running down her arm to drip on the floor. Gemma didn´t even flinch. The man seemed to get annoyed with her attitude and grabbed a bag of salt from the table pouring it into his hand to rub it in the open wound. There was still not much of a reaction except her eyes started to water but she blinked the tears away. Ramirez was a mixture of stunned and angry, he threw the bag and the scalpel back on the metal tray only to step between her thighs. Gemma knew it was no use not to scream and beg because it only turned the torturer angry, but emotions mean carelessness. And she was counting on that. Nevertheless she turned her gaze away from what was about to happen next, it was enough to hear him open the fly of his jeans preparing himself to rape her. Gemma wanted to fade out but if she did she could miss the moment. Slowly she closed her eyes just for a second she could do it, but she needed to stay focused. Still everything moved a little further away, the disgusting grunt of the man pushing in her, the pain, the movement of their bodies.

It was over quickly and when the man stepped back to fix his clothes he trapped against the tray and it moved the slightest bit nearer to Gemma´s right hand. She felt horrible but now was not the time to dwell on it even though she felt the remains he left in her trickling down the inside of her thigh.

One thing she remembered clearly about him was the use of the shards. He liked to cut deep wounds into the thighs of his female victims. They would leave irregular scares that would never heal to invisibility; those scares were meant to stay deep and bright white on the skin. For preparation he put on a glove so he would not cut himself while cutting in her leg. Gemma loathed the thought of more scares when he grinned at her and started cutting deep in the soft skin just above her knee. Four deep bleeding wounds on the inside of her thigh and he changed the side to give her other leg the same treatment. The second fact she remembered was what else he liked to do after the legs were done and she didn´t like the idea of being fucked with a shard just one bit. And though she could endure pain on an unbelievable high level she wouldn´t take that without screaming. Her torturer was livid by her inviolacy but he stopped. Gemma could hear his phone buzzing in the front pocket of the apron and realized that he was talking on the phone when she´d woken up and he´d stood with his back to her. He growled and threw the shard careless onto the tray to grab his phone, when he answered the call he turned away.

This was the moment she´d been waiting for; the bloody shard was close to her fingertips and she stretched her fingers to get it. 'That´s the only chance you will get or you will die!' Her mind screamed at her. Her arm hurt like hell but she managed to get hold of the shard to pull it closer inch by inch until she held it in her hand. She grabbed it tight and started immediately to cut through the leather. 'Never use leather-cuffs, amateur!' She was warily aware of the conversation taking place on the phone. The caller wanted his answers more quickly than Ramirez was obliged to deliver. The argument was loud and soon heated, which was her luck so he didn´t hear the leather ripping apart. The inside of her whole hand was bleeding violently but she couldn´t care less right now. Fast she reached for one of the scalpels to cut open the other cuff. The blade ran through the leather like butter. Her feet were next and by the time Ramirez hung up and turned around his victim was gone.

"What the hell…" Was all he could muster before the scalpel was pushed into the artery of his neck.

"I think I win", were the last words he heard as he sunk to the ground his hands on his neck trying feverishly to stop the bleeding. The last thing he saw was the naked, bloody woman with a cruel smile on her face, standing over his dying body.

Gemma didn´t lose time, her clothes weren´t in the room. She kept the scalpel for eventual guard outside and made a new plan:

1. Search and find a medkit. Get patched up.

2. Find clothes.

3. Kill every fucking one responsible for this.

4. Get the hell out of here.

The door to the room was made of heavy metal, it didn´t matter if she would try to open it slowly it would creak any way so she pushed it completely open. As expected there´re two guards startled by the opening left and right to the door. Gemma wasn´t in the mood for stealth so she kicked the left one right in the face while she grabbed the head of the other in a headlock slitting his throat with one fine movement. The other one stumbled back as she released the dying one from her grip turning elegantly around his body and grabbing the gun from his belt. Luckily the guard had a silencer on his gun and the shot wasn´t too loud. The second guard was dead. Gemma kept the gun and left the scalpel walking down the hall leaving bloody footprints on the concrete.

Warehouses were always built in the same manner and Gemma found her way around easily. She killed two more guards on her way not even stopping her step in the process. In a cupboard down the hall she found a medkit and took it with her until she would find a place to use it. The next door on the right let to the office area, Gemma could peer through the glass window of the door and saw it was empty. She entered to see that the room was stuffed with offices with a corridor in the middle leading up to meeting room. On the other end were bathrooms, just what she needed. Suddenly she heard the creak of the door being opened on the far end and ducked behind a desk. A woman probably the secretary entered the office with a tray in her hand. Her blonde hair made into a sleek ponytail that whipped with her movement. When she passed her, Gemma got swiftly to her feet putting the gun to the secretary´s head.

"Scream and you are dead." The woman made a noise like a frightened mouse but obliged and let Gemma push her into the bathroom.

"Sit down and don´t say a word." The secretary looked scared her eyes all big, she´d just been kidnapped by a bleeding naked woman with a gun. Gemma started to whip the blood away with tissues and carefully patched her thighs up with band aid. "Wrap it around my arm!" She grunted and held out some band aid to the secretary. The woman took it with trembling hands and carefully wrapped it around the wound on Gemma´s arm and then her right hand. "Great, thanks a lot. Now I need your clothes!" The blonde woman flinched, but Gemma had no time for this shit: "NOW!" She quickly began to undress until she was wearing nothing else but her bra and panties. Gemma took the dark blue skirt, the white blouse and the jacket and dressed. It was all a bit too big because the woman was a lot taller than her. "Your shoes." Gemma stated calmly not bothering to look up, when nothing happened, she added: "I cannot go without shoes, can I?"

Gemma left the bathroom feeling a lot better, she´d tied up the secretary, a gun in her hand, now was the time to kill someone.

Determined with long strides Gemma walked down the corridor between the desks to the meeting room door her heels clicking on the floor.

The door flew open with a strong kick and five men wheeled their heads to the entrance to see a small woman with a wicked smirk standing casually in the doorframe holding a gun.

"I didn´t mean to interrupt…" She stated dryly while walking around the conference table eyeing the men in their business suits. "But I presume you are talking about me anyway. Soooo why don´t you just ask me what you want to know?" She raised her eyebrows with the question.

"That´s impossible!" A man in a grey suit cried out.

Gemma laughed humorlessly: "Because you hired the best to get to me? Well…Guess what? I AM THE BEST! SO YOU GOING TO TELL ME RIGHT NOW WHAT YOU WANT!"

She pointed the gun at the boss, she´d spotted him easily; the one who was still completely calm while everyone else was sweating like pigs.

He got up brushing dusk off his suit: "We knew you betrayed us and sold us out, we needed to know whom to."

Gemma chuckled shook her head in disbelief: "If you happened to be any smarter you would´ve found out by yourself or you could´ve asked, I would´ve given you this information for free… Now you´ll all just DIE!" And with that she raised the gun again and killed every single man in the room. "Thank you very much for doing business with us." And with that she turned around and left.

She sat outside the building for almost half an hour (she´d called her men with one of the phone´s the dead man didn´t obviously need that any more) before her men arrived outside the warehouse in three big SUVs all jumping out heavily armed. She got up breathing unsteady; the blood had soaked through the bandages. A tall man in a suit climbed out of one of the cars: "Gemma! Thank god you´re all right!" He ran over and caught her in his arms before she collapsed. "Moran." Gemma rasped. She couldn´t see straight any more everything was a blur. "I´d to do all the work myself, but hey! Thanks for picking me up. Oh and your men don´t need to go in there, they are all dead." Moran had this typical concerned look on his face, he sighed: "Gemma I´m so sorry." But she was already unconscious in his arms and he picked her up carefully to take her home.

Gemma shook her head in an attempt to shake those memories off. When she opened her eyes again Sherlock stood right in front of her in the shower with a frown on his face displaying concern.

"How long have you been standing there?"

"About five minutes."

She threw her arms around him and kissed him fiercely until both were panting.

* Songtext from Daugther "Touch"