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Chapter 6

Mycroft, Lestrade and John were sitting in Mycroft's office, he had gathered them together to discuss the power couple.

"He told me she wasn't his wife, what's going on?" John is the first to break the awkward silence

"I assume a mild domestic between the two, Sherlock is not good with emotions, sentiment, and I assume he finally processed her sudden return. CCTV shows no further sign of distress, I believe they are good for now." Mycroft is watching his cameras as he speaks.

Greg and John shoot each other a wary glance.

"Are you sure Myc? I don't know how I would handle it if I were him but it wouldn't be good, it must hurt. We only had to deal with a small fraction of what he's going through, we only had to wait two years for him and yes John was in love with him but they never actually had any promise for anything." Greg's voice sounds tired and worried.

"Hey! You don't know that!" It was obviously a sore subject for the good doctor.

"I'm sorry mate, but it's true, he's too in love with her to ever even look at anyone else. Besides, you're married now." Greg tries his best to not snort at his friends obvious pouting, must have picked it up from Sherlock.

The three men continue to chatter about future plans and worries for the reunited couple.

Mycroft breaks the worried nattering of the other two men "I don't think there will be any problems. Sherlock will be too ecstatic to have her back. He will move on. He loves her. He will make it work. They both will." With this the three men decide to go their separate ways.

Cassidy's POV

This. I missed this. A lot. It all started this morning being woken up by my beautiful boy excitedly exclaiming that we had a case. We. Together. So I instantly got up and dressed, which led to now, in a cab on our way to some crime scene. Sherly told me all about his job as a consulting detective, the only one in the world, fuck yeah that's my man! I am pumped to finally be out of the flat, our little bubble is amazing but we both have much too short attention spans for that all the time.

I look at our intertwined hands that are resting on my thigh, I can feel the sheer ecstasy of it rush through every vein in my body. It's nice to be home.

We exit the cab, still holding hands and walk up to Greg, he takes a quick glance at our united hands and smiles brightly.

"Good morning Lovebirds! Body is upstairs, first door on the left. Anderson is there, try to be civil." He gives Sherlock a meaningful look that is ignored by the tall detective as he starts moving and lightly tugging to get me moving as I try to ask who Anderson is.

"He is a stupid imbecile who can't do his job and cheats on his wife as though it were his job." Sherlock practically snarls, it's so sexy, his jaw tight and his teeth gleaming dangerously behind his curled lip. I can feel the heat rise to my neck and face, he merely smirks at my arousal.

As we enter the room with the body we unlink our hands as he moves forward to inspect it.

I stand near the wall awaiting his instruction if he needs me. a greasy obtuse man starts spitting hate towards Sherlock as soon as he catches sight of him.

"Freak! What the hell are you doing here!? We've got this. Go home to your pathetic little experiments-"

Ugh, hes staring at me. Why. Oh god, is this Anderson!? Fucking nasty ass little creep. His leery gaze is giving me a slow run down as he tries to sexily swagger towards me, fucking pathetic.

"Hullo beautiful, can I help you?" he's trying to use a 'sexy' voice, it sounds more like a snake and he spits more than a fucking pan full of bacon. Fucking creeper.

"No." My voice is hard and irritated. He doesn't get the fucking hint.

He smiles wider and moves closer, just as I'm about to throttle the little fucker a hand grabs the back of his head and yanks back until his back is arched painfully. Sherlock's furious face looks down at him.

"Anderson would you care to explain to me why you are wasting your time attempting to seduce my wife, who is obviously extremely disinterested and looks exceedingly uncomfortable?" Sherlock's voice is pure rage and his face is furious. The room is suddenly uncomfortably warm.

"She, your, wife!? You have a wife!? She's too hot to be your wife!" Anderson is red in the face and its tight with obvious pain showing in every feature.

"She is my wife and I will slit your throat if you even dare talk to her. Are we clear?" Sherlock tightens his fist and Anderson cries out in pain.

"Please let go! Plea-"Anderson is spluttering

"Are we fucking clear?" Sherlock whips Anderson up and against the wall with his forearm again his throat.

Anderson is nodding his head furiously. Sherlock lets go, grabs my hand and pulls me down the stairs with him.

"Lestrade, you're looking for a 6'7 black male with a whip kink, he will live near Piccadilly, is approximately 45 and will be on Mr. Whites client list." Sherlock turns to walk away when Lestrade grabs his arm.

"Mr. White?! Who's Mr. White?" Lestrade looks dumbstruck

"Your victim" Sherlock shakes Lestrade off and starts to walk with me trailing behind him, a complete mess of arousal and need.

"Oh, And Lestrade, if Anderson touches Cassidy again, ill rip his fucking throat out. Consider that next time you call me on a case because she is my partner. She will be here and I don't make threats I cannot complete. Have a nice evening Graham. Tell Mycroft to lay off the cameras." Sherlock strides away and automatically pulls us into a cab I didn't even realize he had flagged down, the look on Lestrades face is rage as he storms into the building we had just vacated.

As soon as the cab door closes I'm in Sherlock's lap as I devour his mouth, he makes a surprised squeak but catches up quickly and grasps my hips with the grip of a man possessed with lust. My obscene moan is borderline pornographic, I start to move my hips when I hear the cabbie yelling at us. We break apart, panting.

"Seriously guys! Keep it together! Where do you need to go!? A fucking motel 6?"

I manage to sit myself in the seat beside him as Sherlock rattles off the flat address.

I can feel his hand on my inner thigh, moving upwards slowly, teasingly. I bite my lip to hold in my begging. Just a bit more. Just a little ways. Ah! His hand is moving the other way! No! I shoot a sharp glance at him, the fucking bastard is smirking. His hand rests on my thigh unmoving as I pout the rest of the ride.

As soon as we reach the flat he throws money at the cabbie and practically shoves me to our door. We fumble for keys and struggle to get it into the lock in our haste. As soon as we get in and the door shuts my legs are around his waist and he is fucking my mouth with his long, talented tongue. My hands are woven in his hair as he finally gets a move on up the stairs.

I hear a faint "Oh dear." From Ms. Hudson as we ascend the stairs in our lust filled haste. I quickly forget it as his hands grip my thighs and move up towards my pussy. I moan into his mouth at the first light touch, the noise makes him snarl and practically sprint to our bedroom with my still wrapped around him, we finally make it to our bedroom and the door slams behind us.

Hope you guys enjoyed! Sorry I haven't updated the past few days, been a bit busy but I have the next 5 days of straight nothing so I can do a bunch of writing and possibly finish, but we will see! Review! Thanks guys!