NOTE: I got a new review! Thank you so much Alucard's-Master! I hope you, my dear readers, are still enjoying the story.

A bit of domestic fluff and smut in here, but most of all it´s getting awkward! Maybe you didn´t notice but Gemma ships Johnlock ;) And it will be a bit sad

Chapter 13: And the world was gone*

The next night Gemma put on slim dark pants, flat black trainers and a dark shirt. She climbed the backside of the house easily opening one of the windows to let herself in and wait for Sherlock. She took her shoes off and left them at the window to walk barefoot to avoid making noises. She inspected the apartment and saw the spot where one of her man had put the camera once. She sat down on the couch and turned on the TV while she waited. Ten minutes later Gemma heard familiar footsteps on the stairs. The door to the flat opened and Sherlock let himself in with a plastic bag in his hand. Facing her just a moment and she could tell that he was surprised but covered it with a smirk and turned to hang his coat and that stupid blue scarf on the hook. Gemma knew he was only wearing it because it brings out the color of his eyes.

"So nice you´re finally home, honey. I didn´t make diner."

"How thoughtful of you but I bought take out anyway." He walked over to the couch with the bag and sat it on the table. Gemma looked up with an amused smile.

"Are we getting domestic here?" Sherlock raised one of his eyebrows but didn´t regard her with an answer instead walked over to the kitchen to fetch some plates and silverware. They ate in silence watching TV. After dinner Gemma felt more confused than ever since this thing between them started. She would have been fine with just staying on the couch watching pointless Television. What is this? Some weird kind of relationship? Gemma didn´t do relationships or cuddling but apparently she did right now. Sherlock´s arm was around her shoulders his fingers playing with her hair. Gemma knew Sherlock didn´t do this kind of thing either they both stepped out of their comfort zone.

"Should´ve killed you when I´d the chance." Gemma murmured cuddling closer to Sherlock´s chest. They stayed like this for a bit longer until Sherlock leaned down to kiss Gemma´s hair and Gemma turned her head so that she could face him.

"What is this Sherlock?" Her tone was serious.

Instead of answering Sherlock leaned down and kissed her. Just a chaste sweet kiss that made Gemma furious. She was on top of him so fast he had no time to fight her attack. She pushed her forearm against his throat his arms pinned to his side by her legs.

"Sherlock," she hissed ,"what the hell is THIS?" Sherlock´s lips curled into a smile and he whirled her around and pinned her on her back on the couch holding her arms over her head.

"I will kill you!" Gemma struggled underneath him. Her attempt to gain the upper hand and wrestle him off the couch failed miserably. It earned her a chuckle from the man above her. She growled at Sherlock´s smug smile. His free hand slide underneath her shirt up to her breasts and squeezed it. Involuntary Gemma arched her back off the couch into the touch that was close to painful now. "Sherlock." It was more of a strangled sound than anything else. Sherlock got up all of a sudden and Gemma felt lost without his touch.

"Bedroom now." Sherlock barked and instead of complaining Gemma scrambled to her feet, shut off the TV and quickly made her way over to Sherlock´s room. He was directly behind her when she turned to look at him he loomed over her. His irises were mostly covered with black he´d a hungry look on his face. "Get those clothes off!" Gemma wanted to scream at herself for being like that for acting like that but nevertheless she pulled her shirt over her head in one swift movement. She grabbed Sherlock´s button down and pulled it over his head and he leaned down to kiss her. This time it was demanding and rough. His hands travelled down to her pants unbuttoning them with slender hands. Gemma slid her arms around Sherlock´s waist pulling him closer to feel his skin on hers. In return Sherlock let one of his hands slide in the back of her pants to push her hips against his while his left hand landed in her hair to deepen the kiss. Sherlock whirled her around and hustled her down on the bed quickly he pulled down her pants and let his own drop to the floor before climbing on top of her. They kissed again and he opened her bra let it drop on the floor. Sherlock let kisses trail down from her collarbone over her breasts down to her right hipbone where his tongue followed the white line of a faint scar. A low moan escaped Gemma´s lips her hands fisted the sheets when Sherlock sucked on her scarred skin to leave a bruise to cover it. His lips went down over the fabric of her panties kissing his way over it to the sensitive skin between her legs. But he didn´t stop there and moved on to the inside of her thigh. His left hand moved underneath the hollow of her knee to push it up and give him better access. His lips caressed every scar on the inside of her left thigh. Licking over them, kissing them, sucking the skin. Her other thigh received the same treatment when Sherlock finished Gemma was a trembling mess underneath them making incoherent noises. He left his marks all over her marked skin and she couldn´t help but love the way he tried to erase this part of her. A shiver run down her spine by the thought of Sherlock´s possessiveness.

"Please, Sherlock…" She moaned.

"What please Sherlock?" He mocked kissing her neck.

"I hate you." She grabbed his curly hair and pulled him into a kiss letting her tongue run over his lips. "Fuck me." She whispered into his ear and she could feel him shudder under her hands. Sherlock leaned up and pulled her panties down quickly followed by his own.

They were kissing again and Gemma anticipated to feel him push into her but apparently he had other plans because his hand slid between her legs. Slowly two of her fingers pushed inside her causing her to moan into the kiss. It was too slow and too much at once. The muscles of her thighs contracting with the effort to hold still. How the hell did he know how to do this so perfectly? The slow deliberate movement of his fingers inside her drove her mad. She wanted him so bad she thought she couldn´t stand this torture any longer. So she pushed him over until he was on his back. Gemma thought that this was a game two could play. She pushed her hair out of the way and leaned down between his legs kissing his dick slowly from the tip downwards. Sherlock took a sharp breath he hadn´t obviously anticipated this and Gemma couldn't help but smirk. Her tongue trailed along his shaft caressing the tip before she took him into her mouth bowing her head down ever so slowly. Sherlock´s hand wandered to her hair his fingers curling around it and he gasped when she pulled back. The slow pace made him tremble and she felt a pang of satisfaction. He only let her go on for a few more slow movements before he pulled her up surprise written all over his face. Gemma realized through the haze of lust that this was probably a first for him and she felt pretty smug about it. Her right hand wandered down between their bodies to take hold of his erection to angle him the right way and then she pushed her hips down in a slow movement. Both stayed still for a long moment just looking at each other and taking deep breaths before Gemma started to move her hips. Again she´d the impression that her skin was on fire and she was far too hot.

Gemma came too quickly again and her body clenched around Sherlock´s cock and that was all it took for him to come buried deep inside her. She collapsed on top of him and they stayed like that until their breathing had evened out again.

After a quick shower they lay in bed cuddling both of them not daring to say a word that could possibly ruin everything until they fell asleep.

John called Sherlock´s name a few times before heading towards his bedroom. He stopped in front of the slightly ajar door and realized someone was in there. His phone buzzed in his pocket and he slowly pulled it out to see a message from Sherlock telling him to come to Scotland Yard asap. When Sherlock was at the police station who was in his bedroom? John returned to the living room as quiet as possible to retrieve his gun before he headed back to Sherlock´s room and opened the door without a second thought.

He was startled to see a pretty much naked woman with a mob of short dark spreading over Sherlock´s pillow instead of an intruder. John couldn´t comprehend what he was seeing. He´d seen a woman in Sherlock´s bed before but that had been Irene Adler and Sherlock had called him as soon as he´d seen her. This was entirely different. The woman sleeping in Sherlock´s bed now had clearly been here for a completely different reason. A lot of thoughts rushed through John´s mind, Sherlock had a woman over last night when John had been on a date, Sherlock left her alone in their apartment what must mean he trusts her and the most astonishing thing: Sherlock had sex with her?

The woman stirred and John wanted to get out of there before she would fully wake and this would become an awkward situation but his feet just wouldn´t move. Something about her seemed suddenly familiar and when she mumbled Sherlock´s name sleepily it hit him.

She turned her head and propped herself on her elbows lying on her stomach. John´s eyes grew wide with a mixture of surprise and fear and anger. The gun still in his right hand moved up on its own accord. Gemma Moriarty was in Sherlock´s bed? What the hell?

"Wha – What are you doing here?!" John pressed through gritted teeth. Gemma gave him a wicked smile not changing her position or covering up.

"What do you think, Doctor Watson?"

"Is this some kind of set up? What the hell are you doing in Sherlock´s bed?"

"Why, Doctor Watson? Do you wish it was you?" She winked and John flushed deep red. He didn't notice that Gemma had grabbed her phone with the right hand hidden from his sight. She sent a text to Sherlock:

'Your boyfriend caught us. Might get a little awkward, you should come over or one of us might end up dead. GM'

"Get up! Hands over your head! I´m calling the police!" John shouted.

Gemma swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up her hands over her head. Completely naked. John didn´t know where to look but he couldn´t let her out of sight. He tried to focus on her face with that crooked smile but couldn´t help to see her naked form. She was quite small but well trained though the curve of her hips was feminine. And he couldn´t help to notice the scars her whole body was covered with them; faint ones, deep ones and a purple bruise over her right hipbone. 'No', John thought, 'that´s a hickey!' And those bruises around her wrists? John shuddered he didn´t even want to think about it.

"Do you consider it wise to call the police? What do you tell them? You found me in your boyfriend´s bedroom?" She chuckled obviously amused by the situation.

"Sherlock is not – whatever. Just put some clothes on!"

Gemma obliged and searched for her panties on the bedroom floor when she found them and had put them on she started to search for her shirt but could only find Sherlock´s button down so she shrugged it on. It was long enough to cover her up.

John sighed heavily. "Into the living room!"

"You´re quite sexy with that dominant behavior." She winked at him again and John´s cheeks turned pink again.
"Stop flirting with me or whatever it is you´re doing." He put a hand on her arm and guided her into the living room.

"Sit!" Gemma obediently sat down on Sherlock´s chair.

"I´m calling Sherlock. He´s quite some explaining to do." John started to search his pockets for his phone.

"No need he´s on his way." Gemma sighed.

After minutes of heavy silence after John had sat down on the chair opposite to Gemma´s and still pointing the gun at her; he couldn´t help his curiosity any longer.

"So what is this exactly?"

"What do you mean exactly?"

"Between you and Sherlock?" John started to get annoyed.

"What do you think this is?"

"For god´s sake just answer the question!"

"Some kind of curiosity?" Gemma answered nonchalantly.

"Curiosity?! Sherlock just goes out there and screws the one person in the world he shouldn´t?! Out of curiosity?!" John was mostly shouting now and to his growing anger Gemma just shrugged.

"Sherlock doesn´t do this!" John gestured widely towards Gemma.

"Sex?" She asked with raised eyebrows and a mocking tone.

"He never had someone over. He doesn´t screw around! He doesn´t even date!"

"Neither do I."

"Then what the hell is this?!"

"I don´t know, Doctor Watson." Gemma leaned forward. "He didn´t tell me."

An hour later Sherlock returned to the flat. John jumped to his feet facing the door. Sherlock opened the door and when his gaze lingered on Gemma for a moment she realized something had changed. She felt a twist in her stomach and an ice cold feeling settled there spreading through her whole body. She felt cold and lost for a second; her eyes had widened. A moment later she realized she´d been holding her breath. Instantly Gemma stood and turned toward the bedroom both men following her with their eyes. Once in the bedroom Gemma grabbed her clothes and got dressed. She shrugged on her jacket and took a steading breath. It was over.

Gemma heard John yelling in the living room. She looked at her hands; they´re trembling; she blinked and felt tears in her eyes. This couldn´t be real, she just got dumped without a word and she was sad? She knew she´d to go back to the living room. Just get it over with, she told herself and walked back. Sherlock didn´t even look at her. John had stopped yelling when she returned and stared at her blankly. His expression changed for the flicker of a moment in something like pity and Gemma couldn´t handle that right now.

"I will leave now." Gemma turned on her heels and wished for a second Sherlock would stop her but of course he didn´t and she ran down the stairs out through the front door on the street through the rain. She was soaking wet when she reached her apartment.

Sherlock´s POV

Sherlock stood with Lestrade and Donovan discussing the drug bust and the mysterious woman that had been there when he received the text. He´d to suck in breath that would be an unpleasant conversation he didn´t look forward to. He said his goodbyes and headed out of the police station quickly. When he reached the stairs he immediately saw the sleek black car waiting in front of it and he stopped dead in his tracks. One of Mycroft´s obviously but he didn´t have time to deal with his annoying brother right now. Apparently Mycroft had other plans because he stepped out of the backseat of the car and regarded him with one of his smiles that were always too polite and never reached his eyes. "Sherlock, we need to talk."

Sherlock narrowed his eyebrows what the hell did his brother want now?

"Not now Mycroft. I´m busy." He resumed his way down the stairs and passed Mycroft without looking at him again.

"Oh dear brother I think you´ll be able to make time in your tight schedule for me. Right now!" Sherlock heard two things, a clear order and disappointment. He turned around to face his brother. "Get in the car, Sherlock!"

The car ride was silent both of them angry for different reasons. When they reached Mycroft´s office, Mycroft walking in front Sherlock following and feeling like a school kid ordered to the principal´s office.

"Please have a seat don´t stand around like that, this will take some time." Mycroft told him from the other side of the desk where he´d sat down.

"What do you want, Mycroft?" Sherlock finally sat down in one of the chairs in front of his brother´s desk pressing his palms together and touching his chin with his fingertips.

Mycroft didn´t answer instead he shoved some pictures over the desk. Sherlock sighed and leaned over to take them. He wasn´t prepared to what was captured on those photographs. His hands started to tremble just the slightest bit but he was sure Mycroft would notice. Gemma and he leaving the alley arms locked. For a moment he was glad that there was no actual surveillance in the alley that would´ve been embarrassing. He was careless in that moment he should have known that Mycroft was following his every step after his unexplained absents two weeks ago.

"Sherlock." Sherlock looked up from the pictures in his hands. "Do you feel the need to explain yourself? I must admit I was slightly confused at first, I didn´t know you were interested in this kind of activity but on the other hand you were always reckless and what did I expect? That you would actually manage to stay out of trouble? No Sherlock, I always assumed you would do something stupid now and then but this?" Mycroft´s hand slammed down on his desk a rare outburst for him of emotion for him that made Sherlock jump in his chair. "THIS SHERLOCK?! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU THINK?!" Mycroft leaned back taking a deep breath to collect himself again. "Or didn´t you think at all?" He snarled. His face had turned into a shade of red and Sherlock thought that the vein on his forehead might explode with the effort to pump all the blood. On any other occasion Sherlock would´ve found it amusing to anger his older brother and make him explode like that but now there was too much at stake.

"Gemma Moriarty. Why her? Do you even have the faintest idea of what this means if anyone finds out?"

Sherlock thought it was a first but he didn´t know what to say. Of course he´d known what it meant but he hadn´t considered someone would find out. And what else should he say? That he genuinely liked Gemma? That he enjoyed her company? It had been stupid to meet her again after their first encounter but for once he hadn´t thought and it was a nice thing. A pleasant thing. While it lasted. And now it was clearly over. Sherlock thought that he regretted it but he wasn´t quite sure what exactly, to meet her, to see her again against better judgments or that it was over without him wanting it to be.

"I will end it." He sighed leaning back in his chair putting his careless mask back on fingertips under his chin.

"Of course you will. That is not the point we´re discussing here." Sherlock felt anger rising in his chest but he forced it down and kept his calm.

"I have a plan for once you ended your relationship with her, she will surly resume her business. I know her and she will most certainly start with you. But we can discuss the finer parts of the plan later." Sherlock rose from his chair Mycroft mirrored his movement and Sherlock turned to show himself out of the office.

"And one other thing Sherlock." Sherlock waited but didn´t bother to turn around again to face his brother. "Try not to screw up like that ever again."

*Title is from the song Snow Ghosts: "And the world was gone"