Chapter Nineteen

Kate's eyes blinked open. Fighting a yawn she stretched out in the bed, 'What a weird dream that was' she thought. It was a bit hazy, as most dreams are, but she distinctly remembered being in an abandoned warehouse with Mycroft. 'Hang on', her eyes shot open as she sat bolt up right in the bed, scanning the room around her. She registered where she was, again. She remembered the puff of pink powder and then nothing, 'He drugged me again!'. She had a sinking feeling this wouldn't be the last time either.

She noticed a small tube with a spray top on the bedside table with a note next to it saying 'Spray on tongue'. She actually felt pretty good so decided not to use it. Peeling back the silk sheets she noticed again that she was wearing a beautiful black silk night gown and was completely naked underneath it. She felt a little bit unnerved at the thought of who was undressing her, and headed over to the bathroom to take a shower.

Wrapped in a silk robe and tousling her hair between a towel, she left the bathroom and padded over to Mycroft's wardrobe. 'Right, I think I can remember the code Henry put in', she tried a set of numbers and heard a satisfactory click.

Pushing the doors open she sighed at the sight, 'Ahhh, the eighth wonder of the world'. The smell in here was to die for. She headed over to the section with her clothes in, and just that thought caught her off guard, 'She had a section of clothes in Mycroft Holmes's wardrobe', she felt a little thrill run through her. Rummaging through the selection she noticed there were even more things. Four silk t-shirts had appeared along with, she smiled, two pairs of Brogue style trainers. So that's what Mycroft considered 'casual'. She grabbed a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, white shirt and a pair of the trainers along with some underwear and started to get changed.

She caught sight of herself in the mirror and froze, Shit, blood was dripping down from the wound in her shoulder. Despite the excellent surgery the wound was not healing well. Since it was a bullet wound and a knife wound, it appeared to be taking quite a while to heal. It still hurt a lot and it worried her. She fumbled around trying to find something to soak it up with and ran back to the bathroom. Thankfully the towels were black and she pressed in on hard trying to stop the bleeding. After a few minutes it had ceased and she packed a load of tissue on it and secured it in place with her bra strap for now. She'd need to find some sort of dressing for it soon though. Cold crept over her as she realised, she was only in underwear and went back into the wardrobe to carry on getting ready.

She needed something more than just a T-shirt and shirt though, and cosier than a jacket but there were no jumpers or cardigans in her section. 'Well', she thought, 'I'll just have to raid Mycroft's'. She couldn't see any jumpers hung up, so she started opening drawers, 'Bingo!', she picked up a light green jumper with a soft knitted pattern on, cashmere of course, and turning it round noticed it had brown leather patches on the elbows, 'Perfect'. As she put the jumper on over her head, the smell of him filled her nostrils, 'Mmmmm', it slid down over her chest and she wrapped her arms around herself. It was big for her but not too oversized. She had a sudden wave of feeling like she was a school girl wearing Teacher's jumper, and let out a giggle.

A sharp pain in her shoulder prompted her to get a move on. She didn't want the fuss of anyone knowing about it so decided to try and sneak around and see if she could find the kitchen, there might be some kind of first aid box in there. There was no sign of Henry.

As she carefully moved through the corridors, she heard a very odd noise she just couldn't put her finger on. There was a squeaking and a consistent whirring and thudding. She followed the sound of the rhythmic pounding, keeping close to the wall as she got closer to the door the noise was coming from. It was slightly ajar. Feeling a little disconcerted, she checked behind her to make sure no one was there and then slowly edged one eye towards the gap in the door, holding her breath. Her hand shot up to her mouth before any noise could escape and she drew away from the gap regaining her composure.

This time she risked more of a look through the gap and was very amused at what she saw. Mycroft Holmes on a treadmill, in very tight Lycra. 'How utterly delicious!' she thought wickedly and carried on eyeing him up, watching him bounce up and down, flushed and clammy. There was no way she was missing out seeing his face when he knew she was there, this was a pure gold moment. Plus, she wanted a closer look.

After taking a few more indulgent moments watching him, she took a deep breath and opened the door fully. He still hadn't noticed her. She let out a wolf whistle. That did it. His face dropped and he desperately tried to stop the machine. Pressing buttons and actually making it go faster for a moment, until he eventually pressed the right one, coming to a dead stop.

"Ah, Miss Worthing, you're awake". Slightly shaken at the surprise, he quickly regained his composure and gracefully dismounted from the machine, seemingly cool and calm. 'Damn it', he thought, 'she didn't use the spray'. He had put more of the drug in the spray bottle, assuming that she would think it the antidote, like in the warehouse, and use it again unknowingly, keeping her sleeping until he was ready to wake her up. He most certainly did not want her to see him like…this! His Lycra outfit left nothing to the imagination. He tried to cover himself up with his arms, unable to decide on which area most needed hiding, chest, stomach, crotch, his hands just moved around his body awkwardly. She was smiling like a cheshire cat. She'd picked up a small towel hanging from the back of an arm chair and handed it to him.

"I am indeed. And how very glad I am", she looked him up and down.

He grabbed the towel from her and used it to further hide his exposed form.

"I…erm…if you'll excuse me", face held poker straight, he headed straight to the door, "I'm just going to change into something more…appropriate".

She just grinned as he moved past her, and turned to check out his Lycra clad behind as he left the room.

Thoroughly tickled by this encounter she took in her surroundings. The room was stunning. She had no doubt every room in his house was. The treadmill was the only piece of exercise equipment in here and seemed out of place. The windows were tall and beautifully framed with thick suede curtains. There was a long stretched out couch next to the window, a leather-bound writing desk, chairs and stools across one side, and lots more books. 'Maybe this is his library?' she thought. She headed over to a shelf and browsed the selection, hand absentmindedly stroking the spines as she passed by. Selecting a few titles she settled on the couch, feet up and began reading while she waited for Mycroft to return. Within a few minutes she started to feel a bit off, woozy even. She took a few deep breaths, 'I'm fine, I'm fine,' she told herself, 'Just tired'.

A short while after Mycroft strolled into the room, immaculate and suited, albeit in a more 'relaxed' suit with cord pants. He looked beautiful. Smiling as he saw Kate relaxing on the couch with a pile of books next to her on the table, one in hand.

"Miss Worthing" he nodded at her as he approached the couch, "may I join you".

Kate sat up right and replied, "Of course", and gestured for him to sit down. "I had a question", she ventured.

"Yes?".

"Does the tightness of your clothes help you run faster?" she smirked.

Without missing a beat he replied, "Do you prefer wearing clothes that aren't yours?". He had clocked she was wearing one of his jumpers and to his surprise, liked it, a lot.

"When needs must".

"Ah, I see. I shall get you some made hence width".

"I can take this one off if it's a problem?", she teased, "I'm pretty warm actually", and she began to lift the jumper off, her shoulder protested with a twinge. She looked up at Mycroft and his face was suddenly stoney, shooting up from the couch he exclaimed, "Kate, your shoulder". He looked stricken for a moment as a large patch of red was seeping down her white shirt. Shit! She stood up quickly and then regretted it, landing heavily back down on the couch.

"It's fine, it's fine, don't worry".

"It certainly is not fine".

"It just needs a fresh dressing and then it will be fine".

"So, this has happened before?" he said alarmed. "Let me have a look at it".

"No, no, no, it's fine really, I'll just patch it up myself really…", she started to get up again.

Mycroft loomed over her and looked at her sternly, "Either I patch this up properly, now, or you are going straight back to hospital". This wasn't a request; it was a statement. She nodded meekly and he went to get some first aid supplies.

Sat on the couch with the supplies next to him, Mycroft placed a small stool in front of him with his legs either side and motioned Kate to sit down on it.

As he readied the fresh dressings, he instructed Kate to take off her top. The shirt was fine as she could just slip that off once the buttons were undone but she couldn't lift her arm enough to get the T-shirt off, it was so sore now. Mycroft matter-of-factly reached his long arms around her and quickly but gently pulled the T-shirt up and over her chest and head. He knew he needed to get this dressing on now.

He started by cleaning the wound on both sides, noticing just how raw it still was even after two weeks. He slid Kate's bra strap down her arm on that side and got to work. Kate was frozen in place. In a whirl wind she had suddenly got half naked, was straddled in place my Mycroft's long legs and had him administering first aid. Her shoulder was throbbing now but she couldn't help but love the feel of him around her. Her skin felt electric.

He had cleaned both sides now and leaned in closer to Kate to inspect the wound on her back. He noticed the hairs on her skin stand on end, he could see the pulse in her neck quicken, "Are you feeling alright", he was worried she was feeling light headed or something. 'Am I feeling alright!' she thought, 'My god he's no idea the effect he has'. She turned her head round to the side, 'Yeah, yeah I'm fine', she managed. In a second, he noticed her dilated pupils, lips slighted parted, 'Oh', he realised, suddenly acutely aware of the intimate situation. He'd been so absorbed in getting the job done, him being Mycroft and all. A thrill ran through him.

He carefully applied the first dressing, smoothing out the edges and securing it in place. With the other dressing in hand, he leaned forward again, pressing closer to her looking down over her shoulder, he followed her creamy skin and the goosebumps along it down to her chest, being fully aware of her breasts for the first time. A ripple of arousal ran through him and while his hands worked away on applying the dressing, his attention was on them.

Watching her chest gently rise and fall with her breath, her bra hanging dangerously low on her left breast, as her strap was down. One tug and her nipple would be revealed, he could see the solid form of it under the fabric. As he finished applying the dressing he moved his hand towards her loose bra strap, 'he couldn't believe he was about to do this', and tugged ever so slightly on the strap. Her nipple popped out and he instantly cupped her breast, bringing his thumb and forefinger to it and squeezed. She let out a gasp and her back arched as a wave of arousal jolted through her unexpectedly. He liked that reaction very much. He pulsed her hard nipple between his fingers again, her hands flew out onto his legs to steady herself,

"Mycroft…what…", breath heavy.

Moving his other arm around her, he slid his hand down the front of her jeans, she shuddered at the contact, is this really happening!?, her mind was racing. He marvelled at how slick and smooth she was as his middle finger glided down across her clitoris, round and back up. She squirmed under his touch, her breath coming in bursts, waves of pleasure riding through her. His fingers explored, down and round, going slightly inside her and then back up circling, building a pace. Mycroft was no virgin; however, he did not have a lot of experience in the 'real' world of this sort of thing. He watched porn on occasion when needed, and had had a few in the flesh encounters as it were, but nothing like this, and not for a very long time. Despite his lack of 'hands' on experience, like most things he was an expert, at least in theory. 'Flick the right switches', he thought, 'at the right time, in the right order and…' Kate tensed up even more, about to orgasm but Mycroft suddenly stopped his stroking, 'Oh fuck…Mycroft', Kate's hand dug into his thighs, he left her for a few more seconds and then tugged at her nipple and delicately flicked at her clitoris as she thundered into an orgasm, 'Ahhh', he sighed, 'control'. Knowledge, he thought to himself, is power.

She sighed deeply and her body sank back into him, relaxing for a second as the orgasm faded, but not for long. He flicked her nipple and as her back arched his fingers slid down stroking at an agonisingly slow pace. She could barely stand it. All of a sudden, the pace increased and he was pulsing over her clitoris, sending her into another orgasm, her eyes shut and head back. The feel of her, quite literally, cumming in his hands was electrifying. A shiver of pleasure ran through him and he realised he was hard, his erection pressing against his pants. She had cum so quickly too, it was utterly delicious. He looked at her stretched out neck and couldn't resist bringing his lips to her skin. Taking in her scent, her taste, she moaned as he worked his fingers around her, teasing her nipple with his thumb. 'Wow', Mycroft thought, 'he'd never felt like this before', having an urge to bite her as she writhed under his touch. His finger slid inside her, rotating gently, while his thumb rubbed along up to her clitoris. He could feel her orgasm building under his fingers, her body tense, shaking. The sounds she was making! Mycroft's mind was on fire, he couldn't think straight. Her wetness, her heat, the smell of her skin, he couldn't stop himself and bit into her neck. Her orgasm erupted and his hips jolted forward, he let out an involuntary moan and felt a warm wet sensation seep though his pants. 'What the…', he was shaking at the sudden rush of adrenaline, panting almost. Kate melted back, still quivering in his hands. Red hot embarrassment flared up inside him. He quickly removed his hands from her and tried to slide out from behind her, "Erm…I'm…".

Kate turned to look at him and could see he'd turned bright red.

"I, erm, I'll be back in just a moment. If you'll excuse me", and he left the room trying to walk normally. She flopped back onto the couch thoroughly flushed and smiled, 'Had Mycroft Holmes just cum in his pants?'.