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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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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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