Chapter 13 - Virginity
"Believe me, you'll like her. She is an amazing woman!", John said. They sat in a cab, the humming sound of the motor in the background. John just recently told Katrina about his new girlfriend. She smiled, knowing that his last few relationships weren't really a blast. And even though she was happy for him, her heart broke, knowing that she lost the one she loved.
"I can't wait to meet her!", she answered and smiled towards him.
"Her name is Mary, she works as a nurse."
"John, you won't leave me any questions to ask her!", she laughed, kicking him in the side with her elbow. He chuckled. He was nervous, of course he was. And Katrina tried her best to be a good substitute for Sherlock. He should be sitting in this car right now, not her. He should be accompanying his friend to the bar, having a drink or two with his friend's new love. But it wasn't like this.
Katrina was brought back to reality by a kick from the little one in her belly. She rubbed her stomach, when John already announced their arrival at the bar. He helped her out and guided her inside the warm and quite smelly establishment. Ever since she fell pregnant, she became quite sensitive to any forms of odour.
She was immediately greeted by Mary, who was already waiting at a table. She was a lovely lady who seemed to fit perfectly to someone like John. She just knew how to treat and handle him and he seemed to be happy to fulfil all her wishes. They stayed for a long time, both of them having some beers, while Katrina stuck to her orange juice.
"So, and Sherlock Holmes is the father of your child?", Mary asked her, leading up to a conversation they had about the detective and her relationship with him. Well, if you could call it one. Katrina nodded and smiled shyly.
"And was it planned?", she asked suddenly.
"Mary!", John yelled out, turning red on his cheeks.
"No, it's okay, really.", Katrina added to take the heat out of the conversation. Actually, she was quite happy about someone asking her so straight forward about things. She anyway was tired of being pitied by everyone around her and never being able to talking to someone about her feelings about everything else leading up to the detective's sudden death.
"But to answer your question, Mary - no, the baby was everything else but planned. In fact, he never even got to know about the baby. Maybe even for the better. I really don't know how he might have reacted to this news. I only found out about the pregnancy, well, just before he died.", Katrina began to talk, impressing herself with her calm voice.
"But, before I am going deeper into that, let me tell you more about actually all this started, you know, between me and Sherlock. I told you already before the story about how we danced and slept next to each other, but that was just the beginning.", Katrina began to tell. For now it didn't matter anymore, John and Mary anyways had their fair share of alcohol already.
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Irene Adler, the name itself made Katrina nervous. They were on a case with her being involved and she noticed how she was flirting with Sherlock every now and then. She wouldn't even have blamed Sherlock for falling for Irene. Apparently she was the one with a disability, not Irene. She probably could give him so much more than she ever could, no matter how hard she tried. So Katrina kept silent, trying not to let anyone notice the storm inside her. Anyways she wondered why she would react like that. There was no reason to be jealous. She and Sherlock were no couple at all and it probably would never even happen, no matter how often she would dream of it. And maybe it would even be for the better, who knew how often they would get into arguments.
But then there was this one particular evening she never would have seen coming. Katrina just returned from the supermarket, getting some food for her and Sherlock. They had a long night ahead of them, trying to break their head over some murders going on in Battersea. Ciri was leading her to Baker Street, where she went in and greeted Mrs Hudson. And as she walked up the stairs, slow enough not to stumble but quick enough not to let Sherlock get hungry, she realised a familiar smell of perfume and an even more familiar voice through the door. Damn her sense of smell and hearing! Ever since she turned blind her body tried to compensate for her lack of seeing with a huge increase of her remaining senses.
Irene Adler. The perfume was recognizable, as well as the laughter she heard through the door. She stopped in front of it, ever so slightly leaning her head towards it to listen to their words.
"The ice man and the virgin!", she heard her words through the door and as she considered more about going through the door or not, Ciri already decided she was tired of standing in the hallway and with a jump she opened it with her front paws.
"Ciri!", she shouted, as the dog pulled her in and started unleashing the laces of her shoes. She immediately realised, even though not seeing it, that the attention was right now on her.
"I am sorry…", she mumbled, took the groceries and Ciris leash and let her guide her into the kitchen.
"Ah, so this is the one you fell for, virgin?", she heard Irene laughing from the sofa in the living room.
"I don't recall telling you anything about feelings.", Sherlock answered in an icy tone. As Katrina unpacked the things she just bought, she pretended not to hear them. Did Irene really just call him a virgin?
"Ah, come on. She is most probably the reason why you won't sleep with me, isn't she? The little blind dove, I assume."
"I was about to leave now, thank you for the talk. Katrina, it's nice seeing you! Have a wonderful evening and I hope you don't get fed up with my little brother too soon.", she heard Mycroft calling from outside. She still didn't know what he thought about her, although he was usually rather nice to her.
"Have a nice evening as well, Mycroft!", she replied, listening to him putting on his shoes and opening the door. And before she could react further on any conversations going on, she felt a warm body behind her, making her shiver.
"You might want to give the man what he so desperately needs…", Irene whispered into her ear and laughed.
"I wanted to leave as well now, I have another meeting to attend. Have a romantic evening you two!", she called out and left soon after.
There was awkward silence after the door closed again. Now it was just her and Sherlock in the flat, Ciri already chose her spot to sleep and curled up in front of the fireplace in the living room. Katrina placed the remaining groceries into the fridge and returned into the living room, where her hands searched for the sofa, where she sat down.
"Had a nice evening, did you?", she asked Sherlock, immediately feeling stupid about her strange question.
"What leads you to this conclusion?", she asked in a soft but icy voice.
"Well, apparently you were discussing some sexual things, were you?"
"She was. And yes, now that you heard of all of that, I am a virgin.", he added. Silence followed his words and they were both awkwardly sitting in front of each other, Sherlock in his chair, Katrina on the sofa.
"Would you like to change that?", she asked suddenly, wondering about her boldness.
"What?"
"I mean. There is no big deal with two adults exploring something new, is there? I mean, not new for me, of course, although you would be new for me.", she added.
"I… I mean. I… Katrina, please don't feel obliged to do something you think you need to do, only because of that conversation from before.", he stumbled.
"But I don't, I mean it."
"Kate, I have no experience whatsoever and I can't guarantee you to get the pleasure you might search for."
"Let me decide what gives me pleasure, okay?"
"Okay…"
Before she could rethink her words, she went over to Sherlock, sitting on his laps, taking his hands and softly placing them on her hips, where he started to caress her softly. Their faces came closer to each other, until they both felt their hot breaths. She so badly wanted to see his eyes, how he might look at her, but he seemed to notice her concerns, placed one of his hands on her head and drew her closer, starting to kiss her softly. Their kiss was long, they explored each other, their tongues softly but eagerly exploring one another. Katrina started to unbutton his shirt when she noticed his manhood getting erect underneath her lap, making her heart beat faster. Her hands started to explore his upper body, caressing the hair on his chest, stroking over his nipples and feeling his goosebumps. He seemed shy, enjoying her warm hands, but not daring to explore more of her. So she helped him take off her shirt and unbutton her bra, so he would have access to her breasts. His warm hands cupped them fully, but he seemed to like it and started stroking them softly with his thumbs.
"Kate…", he whispered into her ear, sending more goosebumps over her spine. She stopped for a moment, giving him time to rethink, but just a second later she felt his hot lips again on hers and his hand on her back, bringing her closer to his chest.
"We might want to get into your bedroom…", she whispered, as she drew away from his kiss. He nodded, took her hands in his, stood up and guided her into his room, softly closing the door.
As they sat down on his bed, he seemed to become shy again. Katrine stroked his cheek and smiled at him. Her foggy eyes sent so much emotion and warmth through him, even though they were practically dead.
"What do you like?", she asked him, whispering softly, kissing him on his cheek.
"I… I never did this before…", he stumbled, looking down at his feet.
"What do you like when you are alone? What do you dream of?", she smiled and now kissed his lips again softly.
"I usually just lay in bed and… masturbate.", in this moment he was happy to know that Katrina couldn't see him blushing.
"Lay down.", she insisted and he followed her command. He laid back, placing his head on one of his pillows, as Katrina began to unbutton his trousers. She was quick and it didn't take long for her to release him from his shorts, tightly grabbing his manhood, stroking it softly until she could hear him releasing a soft moan. She opened a condom, which she got out of her bag, softly pulling it over his shaft.
"Are you sure you want this?", she asked him once again.
"Yes!", his answer was more of a moan.
So she kissed him once more, leaned over him, slowly taking him into her, moaning over the sensation of his size and his reaction, which was an even deeper breath.
She began softly rocking her hips, leading his hands around her body, listening to his reactions on the way she moved her hips. And after what felt like a minute and also like an eternity, he begged her for sweet release. And just in that moment, they both reached the sensation of their climax, Sherlock groaning with his husky voice underneath her, Katrina trying not to scream out loud, as an unbelievable pleasure jolted through her body. And once again, like they already did before, they slept next to each other, this time holding their hands.