As they stepped out of the elevator Sherlock gave Joan a gentle elbow in the ribs, almost like an I hate you gesture; Joan simply turned her head and gave her signature smirk which she knew drove Sherlock crazy. He sighed and opened the door to Gregson's office, Joan entered first with Sherlock closely behind. They both greeted Gregson and Marcus then sat down on the sofa. They were both filled in with all the details, a double homicide in Central Park, as they travelled to the crime scene Watson continued to do the little things that she knew drove Sherlock up the wall, she also knew that she would pay for it when they got home.

When they arrived at Central Park Sherlock instantly walked off and began examining the crime scene, Watson could tell that he was in a rush to get the case solved and get them home. Watson was walking up and down the concrete path just to annoy Sherlock that little bit more, she could tell he was staring from the corner of her eye. The clipping sound that her heel made with the concrete every step she took was sending him insane but he had to ignore it, he had to solve this case. Once again Watson gave her signature smirk before making her way towards him. She knelt down beside him and whispered

"You seem a bit distracted" into his ear,

"You've got to be joking me, you're driving me insane. This isn't fair" he replied, Joan laughed and used his shoulder to hitch herself back up to a standing position; as she stood up it became clear to Sherlock that she was not wearing anything under her dress, his mouth fell open and he muttered "for the love of god" under his breath.

"Sorry did you say something?" Questioned Joan,

"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you" repeated Sherlock. Joan turned and walked towards Marcus. Within 10 minutes Sherlock had the case solved,

"Took you seven more minutes than normal today buddy, everything okay?" Asked Marcus,

"Yeah, um yeah everything is fine, just a bit distracted that's all" he replied. Sherlock beckoned Joan over to him and as she was walking over he shouted "Thank you but me and Watson have an appointment to attend" a mutter of okay's and waves were replied. "You are fucking dead Joan" Sherlock smirked as he put his hand into the small of her back once again. Joan laughed, her plan had worked.

The entire cab ride home was torture for poor Sherlock, Joan had him exactly where she wanted and just continued to tease him until they were home. Joan unlocked the door to the brownstone and Sherlock shut it behind him, she took of her coat and watched as he did the same,

"You actually torture me!" Exclaimed Sherlock,

"Okay there is no need to be so dramatic love" she replied making her way into the study,

"Where do you think you're going?" He questioned as he pulled her arm and span her into his chest,

"I didn't do anything wrong..." her sentence stopped halfway through by a kiss, first on the lips then the chin, followed by her ears and her neck.

"I can think of many things you did wrong today" he says in between placing the delicate kisses all over her face.

"Name me one" she giggled through a moan,

"Well not wearing underwear would be a start" he laughed.

He upped the anti-pretty quickly, as he was unzipping her dress she was unbuttoning his shirt and unbuckling his belt, her bra and his boxers joined the fast growing pile of clothes on the floor. They managed to do this without stopping the passionate kissing, Sherlock was delicately placing kisses now all over her body whilst her hands were wrapped around his neck. He knew she loved this, he also knew this drove her crazy. At this moment Sherlock, carefully placed Joan onto the sofa being forever cautious of her tiny frame, they were both ready. As he entered her she let out a small moan, as he got deeper the moans got louder; he loved the sound of his wife moaning, it was like music to his ears. They had managed to flip their positions, Joan was now on top of Sherlock and Joan had leant over him so their foreheads were touching, all you could hear was their hot breaths and the occasional moan of their lover's names. When they finished, Joan collapsed onto Sherlock just lying together with their legs intertwined, he had his right hand running up and down her body and her left hand was tracing his tattoos, their other hands were linked together; just as they always are after sex.

"I couldn't have been that bad today, else you would have never have done that" Joan said as she looked up towards Sherlock,

"You are correct, Mrs Holmes" replied Sherlock, they both laughed and he kissed her on the forehead. They both feel asleep on the sofa with Joan's head resting on his chest, legs and fingers intertwined just like normal.