Originally for Tumblr user the-redhead-in-a-dress
Irene shut off the taps of the shower then wrapped an Egyptian cotton towel around herself and opened the adjoining door into Sherlock's room, where she found him in bed looking at one of his laptops with an endearingly annoyed expression on his face. When he heard her come in to the bedroom he swung his head around, and she noticed his pupils swell at the sight of her.
He openly stared at her for several seconds, and she felt a smile tug at the corner of her mouth under his scrutiny.
"I'm bored," he said, the way someone else might have said, "I want you." The growl in his voice and the glint in his eye as he slammed the cover of his laptop shut without looking away from her made his meaning even clearer.
She sauntered over to the bed and put one knee up on the mattress, then leaned forward. His nose scrunched as her wet hair dripped onto his bare forearm, and he griped, "You're all wet."
She smirked and kissed him, then turned her head and said into his ear with a suggestive purr, "Yes I am. Fortunately I think you'll find that your problem and mine have a solution in common..."
It took him a moment before her meaning clicked and he understood the insinuation, and though he should have found the vulgarity distasteful, he found himself experiencing precisely the opposite reaction.