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Janine finds herself spending more and more time at 221B, but finds Sherlock delving deeper and deeper into the case he's working on. She wonders if his behavior is normal, spending hours deep in thought, seeming to forget she's there and disappearing for days on end.
Just when she thinks she should return to her own flat Sherlock pulls her back in, letting her sit in his lap, his arm around her waist as their tongues battle it out in each other's mouths.
The hand not holding her waist tends to slide up her inner thigh, but always stops just short of giving her what she wants, to feel those fingers inside of her, to feel him inside of her. She finds it frustrating, but reminds herself of the panic attack Sherlock had the last time things began to get too heated between them. She wonders if she can ever get him to go further than a lazy make out session without the help of alcohol.
Sherlock knows he's playing a dangerous game, leading Janine on, stopping her when he knows she's about to leave. He's trying to convince himself that the case is the only reason to keep her around, but he knows he's failing when she sits in his lap, his arm pulling her close as his hand travels up her inner thigh. He remembers her taste from the wedding night, salivates at the thought of it on his tongue, but he doesn't allow himself to go further than that, closing that door in his mind palace.
He reminds himself not to get too invested and risk ruining the case he's worked so hard on, but he always finds himself in the drug den within hours of these moments with Janine, slipping into a euphoric world when the needle punctures his skin, blocking out everything around him.
He remains in this state for almost 24 hours, Wiggins measuring out calculated doses, administering it to Sherlock before the initial dose could completely wear off. It's in these moments that Sherlock feels his mind slowing down and a fog rolling through his mind palace, and he wonders if this is what normal people feel like.
When John finds him in the drug den, Sherlock finds himself still drugged, although functional. There's still a haze slowing his thoughts, his ability to deduce, Wiggins able to deduce John faster than he could in his current state.
When they return to the flat, when Mycroft and Anderson's drug hounds finally leave, Sherlock feels the slime of the drug den covering him, a stumble in his gait going unnoticed by John as he makes his way to the bathroom, turning on the taps as he strips down. Before he can climb in Janine is suddenly standing in front of him, his inhibitions replaced by the drugs as he pulls her against his chest, the kiss slightly more passionate, Sherlock putting more of himself into it.
"Join me."
Janine doesn't have to be asked twice, not that Sherlock is giving her much choice as he unbuttons his shirt and pushes it off her shoulders, her lack of bra finally giving Sherlock an unobstructed view of her breasts, the quick removal of her panties giving him a view of everything.
When he finally sinks into the tub, Janine follows, straddling his lap as she did previously on the couch, their kiss resuming as Sherlock lets his hands cup her breasts. She can feel his erection rubbing against her ass, oblivious to the fact that he's high, that he probably couldn't get off even if he wanted to, an unfortunate side effect of the drugs coursing through his veins right now.
When Sherlock's lips leave her own and begin traveling down her chest, one hand moving down her stomach and between her legs, her thoughts become jumbled, a moan leaving her lips as he sucks her nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue against it as his fingers rub between her legs, setting her nerves on fire.
"Sherlock, maybe we shouldn't do this, John is still here."
Sherlock ignores her statement, Janine forgetting what she was even saying as she feels two fingers slip inside her, another rubbing her clit as Sherlock switches to her other nipple. Her head falls forward, cheek resting against Sherlock's head as she stifles the moans, biting her lower lip as she rides Sherlock's fingers.
She wants more, to feel him inside of her, but when she reaches behind her to grab hold of his erection he pulls her hand away, his lips leaving her chest long enough to direct her to hold onto him. She's confused by his command until she feels him standing up, taking her with him as she wraps her legs around his waist, their lips meeting again as he carefully steps out of the tub, her ass landing on the edge of the counter top of the sink.
When he puts his hands between her thighs and spreads her legs, she unlatches her feet from his back, leaning back on her forearms as he sinks to his knees between her legs, pulling her forward until she's just barely on the edge of the counter, giving him more access as he kisses and licks from her knee to just inside her thigh.
She can't help but watch as long slender fingers part her lips, two fingers from his other hand delving back inside her as he tongue's her clit, the different sensations causing her head to hit the mirror as she arches her back.
Sherlock revels in the taste of Janine, can't get enough of it as he removes his fingers from inside her and replaces them with his tongue, feeling her wetness on his face as he slowly pulls back, a string of his saliva mixed with her juices connecting his tongue to her pussy as he pulls back several inches to take in the sight in front of him.
Janine takes the opportunity to slip her own hand between her legs, fingering her clit as Sherlock stares like a teenager watching his first porn. After a moment he grabs her wrist and pulls her fingers away, Janine finally crashing over the edge at the feel of Sherlock's tongue on her again, following in the same pattern her own fingers were creating.
When she's finally able to sit up, Sherlock standing between her legs, their lips locking in a heated kiss, she feels Sherlock's erection brushing the inside of her leg. She wraps her hand around it but only for a moment before Sherlock grabs her wrist, pulling it away as he pulls back from the kiss.
"You need to get ready for work, and I have a meeting to attend to."
Janine pouts, getting frustrated that Sherlock blocks her every time she tries to get what she wants, but she knows he's right as she stands up off the counter, grabbing his dressing gown off the back of the door as she slips out of the bathroom to return to Sherlock's room.
If this chapter was too much like the first in the way of sexual activities, it was meant to be. The whole, Sherlock can only seem to drop his inhibitions when he's high/drunk, and only to a certain point type of thing.
There's a fairly high possibility that next chapter will be the last. It should be a lot better than the previous three, with sober Sherlock sex and penetration. ;)