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Sherlock Holmes (ifimnothungry) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2012-05-30 23:02:00

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irene adler, sherlock holmes

WHO: Sherlock Holmes & Irene Adler
WHAT: Moriarty is in Colligo, and Sherlock is being overprotective. So Irene gets a brand new genius detective shadow.
WHEN: May 30th; Evening
WHERE: Irene's Brownstone
RATING: PG-13
STATUS: In Progress

Sherlock had been doing his best to stay out from underfoot. Irene had clients to see, business to attend to, and none of that needed him to be immediately visible to the other individuals involved. So even as he had stayed at the Brownstone out of a desire to make sure that she was protected should Moriarty decide that she needed to become part of whatever he was playing, Sherlock had done his very best to keep to areas of the house that the visitors didn't frequent, slipping out of them only to make sure that the next visitor wasn't someone that they needed to be worried about. But none of the clients had struck any nerves, none of them had had the signs and looks of people that Moriarty might send to take care of a job, so Sherlock had allowed things to continue as they might have without his intervention. It wasn't until late in the evening, as the last individual left, that he slipped out of one of the side rooms and headed up the stairs, lingering however briefly outside Irene's room before knocking quickly and peeking his head inside.

"Mind some proper company?" Sherlock asked with a bit of a smile, lingering there for another moment before slipping inside and heading over to head, flopping down on the bed without really thinking about it and sighing. "I would feel more comfortable if he would just get on with it. At least there wouldn't be the anticipation in trying to pinpoint exactly when and where the axe is going to fall," He said before leaning back and glancing up at Irene.

It was odd, getting used to this new dynamic between them. Very little had outwardly changed, obviously, but the admission that they both cared about each other, that their feelings were mutual and not just a matter of each of them feeling a deep affection that the other was only feeling at half strength, had left some tangible hesitation in Sherlock whenever they were this close. The very fact was that he simply didn't know what to do with feelings like this. The closet he'd ever come before was with John, and that still hadn't been the same. There had been love, yes, but friendship was simpler. It was less messy, less stressful, and less alarming. Because, as much as he had told Mycroft that sex didn't alarm him, it did when he was the one involved. Even more so when he wanted to do more...but just didn't know how.

"Good day?"

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letshavedinner
2012-05-31 04:39 am UTC (link)

Irene had just changed out of the outfit she'd been wearing for her last client of the day when the knock sounded at her door. Considering her choice of occupation, most in her position would have found it rather daunting to have someone hanging about and analysing every client that walked through the door. However, she really wasn't very bothered by it in the slightest. As far as she was concerned, having him about meant that they were able to spend more time together and she was hardly going to complain about that in the slightest. And yes, she'd had one or two question what Sherlock was doing there but she'd showed them rather quickly why they really needed to mind their own business and that had been that. So, realistically speaking, he hadn't caused her much trouble at all and, in a way, had helped her teach others very valuable lessons that needed to be taught in the first place.

Smiling at Sherlock when he stepped into the room, she tied the sash around her lace-covered robe and released her hair from the clip she'd used to pull it up. Watching in her mirror as he made his way to her bed, she ran her fingers through her dark tresses as she turned to look at him. "You do realise that's what he wants, don't you? Keeping you on your toes, as it were," she pointed out.

She made her way to the bed and sat down beside him. Some might have hesitated to make such a move, or might have pointed out that he was actually lying in her bed and therefore made the entire situation far too awkward to be tolerable. Irene didn't see the point in doing any of that. She simply sat down beside him without any preamble then turned a bit to look at him with that same light smile on her face.

"Quite good, thank you," she responded lightly.

Truth be told, Irene hadn't had sex since the day Sherlock had admitted his feelings for her. Yes, she still met with clients who preferred the kinkier side to intimacy, but she hardly had to engage in intercourse with someone in order to crack a whip or work on breath control. As far as she was concerned, it simply wouldn't be right to admit her feelings for someone only to turn right around and sleep with another. Even if the sex was nothing but business and didn't mean anything in the slightest.

However, she decided as she studied Sherlock with a quiet, contemplative gleam in her eyes, if he didn't hurry up and make a move soon, she was possibly going to explode with need. And that wasn't going to be beneficial for anyone at all.

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ifimnothungry
2012-05-31 05:24 am UTC (link)

She really was stunning. It was something that he had noticed objectively when he'd first started working her case back home. She was a beautiful woman, aesthetically attractive in all of the ways that were generally thought to be markers of beauty in Western society. He had come face to face with that fact in a way that he hadn't expected when he first met her, but as she sat down next to him and he turned his head to look at her, he couldn't help but think that she looked so much better like this, here and now, than he could recall in any other situation that they had been in together.

"Oh, I am well aware," Sherlock said with a shake of his head. "That doesn't mean I have to enjoy it. I would contact him first just to break the tension if I thought it wouldn't make things worse," He said, turning his head to offer her a bit of a smile.

It wasn't as though he was going to do that. He knew that Moriarty would come up with something eventually, and by provoking him, he would only bring the man's wrath down upon him swifter than he might otherwise simply by existing. Not to mention, should Mycroft find out that Sherlock had gone out of his way to poke at such a dangerous man, Sherlock didn't want to think what his brother would do just to make it clear to him how utterly stupid that had been.

"Though, I'm probably just better off thinking of other things," Sherlock said, raising a hand to brush back a bit of her hair that had fallen across her face. "Like the fact you seem to have roped in quite a few bankers. Numbers are a rather repressed method of engaging the world, it seems," He said with a playful smile. "Shall I be expecting a wave of tax accountants tomorrow?"

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letshavedinner
2012-05-31 05:39 am UTC (link)

Irene couldn't help but feel a response when he brushed her hair from her face. Desire coiled within her, vying against her common sense for dominance in the situation. Rather than dwelling on it, though, she instead slowly stretched out until she was lying down beside him on the bed. Then she turned onto her side and propped her head up with her hand to see him clearly. With a laugh at his question, she responded lightly, "No. They tend to start sniffing about closer to the end of the fiscal year. Terribly stressful time for them, apparently."

Then she paused before adding, "Actually, I'd thought of clearing my schedule for the day. Spending a bit of time just the two of us." She paused again, arching an eyebrow ever so slightly. Reaching out, she brushed a speck of fluff from his shoulder, trailing her fingers down the length of his arm before finally slowly, and grudgingly, pulling her hand away.

"If you've no objection, of course."

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ifimnothungry
2012-05-31 10:17 am UTC (link)

It was like stumbling into a minefield, trying to figure out how to approach these sorts of situations. It wasn't that he was uncomfortable with Irene, quite the opposite in fact, but they had strayed into territory that was completely unfamiliar to him. And for someone like Sherlock where each move that he made tended to be calculated to yield some sort of result, it was unsettling to not know how to approach the matter at hand. "Understandably. I think anyone would be that stressed, having to deal with that many incompetents at once," Sherlock said, shifting his own body slightly to the side as she settled down next to him, touching their shoulders together as she pulled her hand away from his arm, a moment before he reached out to seek it for himself.

Holding hands was always something done out of necessity before now. For when he needed to cross the streets as a boy, and Mycroft was too insistent upon his safety to trust that he remembered how to look both ways properly. Or for when he'd needed a boost up over a wall during his teen and college years, sneaking into places that he wasn't supposed to be in in the first place. It had always served a utilitarian function in his life, as most things had, so to be seeking it out now as a matter and means of affection and comfort was an odd deviation. Odd, perhaps, but not unwelcome.

"None whatsoever," Sherlock said after a moment, gently locking his fingers with Irene's as he spared her a bit of a glance, the smile dancing on his features a bit apprehensive. "If you think you can tolerate me for that long."

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