Katherine slammed the door behind Sherlock and Fil.

"OH!" She spit as she turned around to face Leem who still sat on the floor at the end of her bed. "Can you believe the nerve of that man?"

"I'm sorry, Kat. He lacks, um, tact."

"Tact! He lacks any kind of sensitivity or politeness. Is he seriously married? What kind of woman would have him?"

She winced at her own callousness then. What a rotten thing to say! She covered her mouth and gave him an apologetic look.

Leem laughed. "An angel."

Kat folded her arms and sighed. "She'd have to be. She is, right? Everyone says such wonderful things about her."

"You'll like her. You two are very similar, actually."

Katherine raised her brows. "Well, I hope she likes me. I'll have to remember not to slag her hubby, though. See, I'm not an angel in any way shape or form, Mr. Coley."

He smirked. "Ah, I was thinkin' more that you are her are both wicked smart. She's a doctor too, a pathologist. You're both brave, like ta solve puzzles and sassy as fuck. Dr. Molly doesn't allow that git ta get away with anything. You want to see that man eatin' humble pie, just wait 'til you see him around Mrs. Holmes."

Katherine's tummy turned over. She didn't want her sorry arse to be responsible for another death.

"So, we're going to his parents place to hide out and with his pregnant wife? Isn't that a bit unwise? Wouldn't I put them all in danger?"

Leem shook his head. "Mycroft's got that place locked down tighter than Scotland Yard on high alert. It's a veritable no-fly zone. There's like three areas a person has ta clear before they get to the front door."

Katherine shivered. "We just need to make it there."

He pushed himself up from the floor. "I'll get you there. That I promise you, Kat."

She became suddenly aware they were alone again. Dang, she was still pissed at Sherlock. He'd put them in the most awkward kind of situation. She felt a bit sullied by what he'd had implied but still wanted to do exactly what he implied. She had pride, however! She wasn't just some floozy.

"Look, Kat, I can see the wheels grinding in your head. Just, try ta get some sleep, okay? I'm going to sleep on the floor."

She shook her head. "No, sleep on the bed. I won't attack you."

He laughed. "I think I could probably fight you off if I wanted."

There was a stand off for a moment but eventually Leem relented. They climbed into bed together, fully dressed. Kat tucked herself under the covers while Leem stretched out on his side.

"All set?" He asked.

"Yes."

He reached up, pulled the cord on the bedside lamp and the room went dark. While Kat's eyes adjusted to the darkness, she stared at the ceiling. She laid there for what felt like forever listening to Leem's steady breaths but they didn't ever seem to get any deeper. Every once in a while he'd shift or readjust himself to get more comfortable. Finally, with a huff, he flopped onto his back. She glanced at his profile in the dim light and saw a glint off his still-open eyes.

"Yeah, can't sleep," he murmured.

Kat sighed. "Me neither."

He groaned and rubbed a hand over his head. "This is so fucked up."

"I'm sorry."

"No, don't be sorry. If this were any other time and place, Kat . . ."

She swallowed as his voice trailed off. "I'm with you on that."

He rolled to his side to face her fully. "I'm sorry about earlier. I had no idea that you wanted, ahem, um, you know."

Her face warmed. She was glad the cover of darkness concealed her embarrassment. "Em, yeah, see, I haven't had a lot of practice at seduction."

She heard him exhale noisily. "I haven't been on the receiving end of it in a long time."

"I find that hard to believe," she whispered.

He laughed. "God, listen to ya, Kat. You're not half bad at flirtin', actually."

She scooted closer then. Leem went tense next to her on the bed.

"Don't," he mumbled, "don't tempt me."

She laid her head on the pillow next to his. "I just want to snog a bit. How about that? Maybe we can tire ourselves out."

She reached out and tentatively stroked his arm. A tremor rippled underneath his skin. His hand found its way to the side of her head where it dove into her hair.

"A bit of a warnin'," he mumbled as his fingers stroked her scalp, "I don't tire out."

He leaned forward then and kissed her, gently at first, but as soon as she moved her lips in response he opened his mouth and deepened the kiss. His tongue teased her lips apart and slid into her mouth. Katherine spread her fingers out over his chest to anchor herself. Lord, he was impossibly solid beneath her digits. She wriggled closer until she was fully in contact along his hard length.

Then, in the space of a heartbeat, he rolled on top of her and plunged his tongue into her mouth more insistently. His heavy mass pressed her into the bed. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back like she was famished. After a few moments of seriously hot kissing and petting, he raised himself up on his arms and stared down at her. She could feel his warm breaths fanning her face. She licked her tongue over her teeth. His erection strained through his clothing.

"Hell," he ground out. "Bloody hell, Kat, this isn't going to be enough."

"N-No, you're right."

He drew in a shuddering breath. "And I don't have any condoms. I'm clean, they make us get tested twice a year at MI6, but I'm definitely not sterile."

She studied his almost black irises. "I-I am on the pill, for what that's worth."

She closed her eyes a moment and did a mental calculation. She had passed the most risky part of her cycle. She was taking her pills regularly, but there was always a gamble when having unprotected sex. She had never done so before. When did she get so irresponsible? Well, this wasn't going to help the slumber.

"Want to be stupid anyways?" He asked gruffly.

She nodded vigorously, surprised a little by her own reaction. "Oh, good God, yes."

Leem sat up and yanked off his shirt. Moonlight from a crack in the curtains softly illuminated his absolutely ripped frame. She literally stopped breathing in that moment. Normally, she wasn't into such hulking muscles but his weren't honed from shooting up steroids at the gym, he was a work of primitive art. She bit her lip as she scanned his torso. This man had battled. She counted at least half-dozen small scars that had been wounds requiring stitches. The top of his left pectoral muscle was a bit misshapen underneath a much larger, raised scar. She reached up to touch the spot.

"What happened?" She whispered.

His chest muscle jerked beneath her fingers.

"Gunshot," he twisted, causing every one of his glorious muscles to flex, and pointed to another rough bit of flesh along his ribs. "There's another one here which shattered my rib. Only time I've ever been shot but the wanker got me twice."

Katherine slid her hand down to the second wound. Leem held his breath until her fingers found the old scar.

"Was the cut on the back of your neck made by a machete?"

He nodded solemnly. "How did you guess?"

"I saw similar wounds l in Africa when I volunteered there."

She didn't know what else to say. His life had been worlds different from hers. She felt so inadequate in that moment as if she didn't deserve to be a part of this man's history. Her life had been downright posh by comparison.

"You think too much, Kat," he muttered.

"So I've been told."

He stood up and pulled her with him. He cupped her face and kissed her once sweetly.

"Don't fret for me," he implored. "I don't dwell on any of these moments. To tell ya the truth, I've had the time of my life doin' what I do. It was what I was meant for, honestly."

Katherine ran her fingers along the ridges of his sides and around his back.

"I don't have any interesting scars. I hope that won't disappoint you," she said, then her mouth ran away from her, "a-and I false advertise. My bra doesn't even need my breasts in it to look good. My bum is a little on the skinny side . . ."

Leem kissed her again, hard, which instantly silenced her ramblings. His hands slid down over her arse and pulled it tightly to his hips. If it were possible, his arousal seemed to have grown even larger. He pulled his head back and brushed a kiss over her cheek.

"Where's the minx I met earlier?" He said in a low voice.

Katherine laughed nervously. "She was an act!"

He smiled. "Nah, I don't think so. I just need to coax her out, right?"

Tentatively at first, clothes fell from them like autumn leaves then as they explored each other's body. His hands, for as rough as they were, gently caressed her skin until she was tingling everywhere. Before long, he was kissing and urging her back onto the bed, his large frame settling over hers impossibly heavy and hot. He leaned up on his elbow, gazed down at her body and stroked a hand up her side until it palmed her breast.

"Christ, you're beautiful, Kat. Your skin is like silk," he whispered. "And there's nothing goddamned wrong with any part of you. Did someone say otherwise?"

She shrugged. Her face heated beneath his perusal. "I've been told I'm too skinny."

"Give me a name and a date of birth and I'll ensure that fuck's life is a living hell for the next twenty years," he growled.

She tried not to grin. He was doing wonders for her confidence. If she had a tail, it would be switching like a cat's.

"Never mind," she pleaded, "just, um, carry on please."

He dipped his head and kissed her collar. "What would you like?"

His fingers, one by one, brushed across her nipple. Her sex clenched between her thighs and she gasped. The nerves from her nipples pinged and sparked like tiny shots of electricity.

"Oh, it's all g-good. Like, everything you are doing."

He dipped his head to her breast then, hovered over it, breathing warm, wet breaths against her skin as his knee nudged her legs apart. His hand slid down her belly between her thighs and over her sex. He paused, causing her insides to wind like a twisting elastic, before his mouth closed over her breast and his fingers delved into her cleft.

She almost arched right off the bed as if she were possessed. She bit her lip to stop a cry. It felt so good. She hadn't been touched by a man in ages, let alone one with this kind of skill. He ran his tongue around her breast a couple more times before moving to the other one. As soon as he had her other nipple in his mouth, he plunged a finger into her body. Again, her whole body quaked. She was enslaved to his touch. She had completely forgotten what to do with herself and just laid there, allowing him to turn her inside out.

He slid a second finger into her body and this time she whimpered. She was already slick. Her clit pulsed. Her sex gripped his digits tightly. She heard him groan from deep within his chest.

"Kat, there are a million things I want to do to you right now, but somethin's shot right to the top of my list."

Her lips parted. If he did much more anyways, she would probably detonate.

"Yes, I need . . . m-more," she panted.

He repositioned himself on top of her then, clutched her leg and hiked it up. She felt his stiff member against her mound. It flexed then and bopped her belly. She closed her eyes. This was going to happen. He was going to be inside of her, unsheathed with skin on skin. She had a little moment of panic and wondered what the hell she was doing but then he was there. The blunt end of his cock rubbed against her entrance, parted her folds, and then he began to enter her sex.

He was big, very big. Just when she thought he wouldn't fit, his helmet breached her sex and she felt the ridge of it pop inside her body. She heaved in a breath as the rest of him slunk inside. She exhaled sharply as he nestled into her womb.

"Are you okay?" He rasped.

She swallowed. "Um, yeah, your cock is h-huge, oh, um, fuck!"

A tremor coursed through his body. "God, don't say things like that or I'll finish too quickly."

Katherine reached her hands behind his back to hold him then and tilted her hips up. He withdrew slowly and gradually eased himself back inside even deeper, this time with another groan. Her hips were spread wide, his weight was almost suffocating, but she'd never felt lustier than she did in that moment. Her hands slid to his taut, round arse and urged him to pick up the pace. Slowly, slower and more tortuously than she wanted in that moment, he began to pump in and out. Her fingernails lightly dug into his cheeks. She began to lift herself up with each thrust.

A fire lit in her belly. She ached. While the juncture between her thighs felt filled, it was also vacant. She desperately needed it satiated, to overflow the cup which was trying to catch the drips of fire pulsing from her sex.

"Leem," she pleaded, "please, I need more."

He grunted. "More?"

"Mmf," she mumbled. "More. Harder. Faster."

He swore, then his pace increased rapidly. Soon, his rigid staff was thundering in and out of her cunt. Her small frame was pounded hard into the mattress. Every thrust seemed ready to split her insides but she was more excited by each savage rut. Her clit throbbed, she felt like it was a whirling top about to lose momentum. Soon, as if that top had begun wobbling, she lost all control and her orgasm overcame her. She bit her lip and let out a muffled cry. Her insides clenched along his shaft as the rest of her body went slack. Then her hands fell away.

Leem intertwined his fingers with hers, held her hands above her head and plunged into her several more times until he too went rigid. His member released inside her body with a twitch and a few subsequent jerks. Several spasms wracked his frame before he dropped his head to her chest and let go of her hands.

"Huuuh, Kat," he lifted his head, "shite, are you alright? I went blind there a moment. Did I hurt you at all?"

She shook her head quickly.

"Mm," her body was still pulsing, "n-no. No, that was freakin' splendid."

She blinked several times as she ran a hand over his closely shorn scalp.

"I-I've never reached that point with a man before," she divulged, then clapped her mouth shut.

What on earth had possessed her to say that? Her face went flaming hot.

"Are you serious?" He asked with a frown. "No one's ever made you come?"

She nodded. No use in backtracking. She hadn't been with very many people. Truth was, she had never felt as sexy and uninhibited with someone before. She'd never felt comfortable enough to demand satisfaction for herself. In fact, she'd never wanted it the way Leem made her want it. The realization hit her suddenly that this had been a godawful, terrible, very bad idea because she could never go back from this.

Leem Coley had just raised her expectations through the roof, put them on a damned pedestal and kicked away the ladder.