This chapter is rated M
Sherlock naturally tends towards drama and dynamism in his public life, and to Irene's great pleasure she discovers that he's no different in private.
Before, she had imagined that he'd require coaxing after his years of repression and emulating the cold-blooded elder Holmes, but the very act of consummation caused that dam to burst, and the fervor he shows now is matched only by his reactions to the most compelling of cases. His proclivities skew towards the vanilla but it doesn't matter; he's such a force of nature that even the most basic acts are combustive.
He doesn't always let her have her way, which she finds she likes. He's just as much a challenge in bed as he is out of it, and just as contrary. Together they learn that his brand of charming insolence works very well on her, but neither of them is surprised.
Sometimes he is driven and relentless, and won't let them rest until he's managed to have her in all the ways he's predetermined. Other times he's lazy and laissez-faire and just lies back as she rolls over him, moving only his fingertips in feather-light circles against her outer thighs.
There is one constant. Frenetic or slow, wild or sensuous, he always looks at her as if she's the single most enthralling and fascinating mystery he's ever encountered.
There is a very NSFW gifset that goes along with this chapter, which you can find on my tumblr blog francesca-wayland with the add-on: /post/127176312139/sherlock-naturally-tends-towards-drama-and