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Daylight flickered from behind the curtains and Sherlock woke to find Elle's head propped on her arm looking at him.
"Hi" he said.
"Hi."
"How long have you been awake?"
"Only a few minutes."
"You have just been lying there, watching me sleep?"
"Yes. You look so peaceful. I am happy just being near you like this. You really are very beautiful."
"Androgynous is a word I hear behind my back. Except from Mycroft; he is quite happy to say it to my face."
"Brothers are like that to one another. Very grounding and severest critics of one another."
"True! Do you have a brother?"
"No, one sister, but sisters are very similar. They are honest and loyal, loving but sometimes too truthful. I adore mine, though as teenagers, we hated being near each other. Do you get on well with Mycroft?"
"Usually, but he always seems to expect me to drop everything whenever he needs me. He is a most intelligent man, but a frustrating one. We have little in common outside both of us being classed as 'brainy', and family of course. He is quite a bit older than me and insists on calling me his 'little' brother, which infuriates me, which is, of course, why he continues to do it. He is a bit of an enigma, but at the end of the day he's my brother and I love him." This was a lot more than Elle had expected after her innocuous questioning. She felt she probably had better insight into Mycroft than she knew about Sherlock himself.
She began to stroke his chest, then snuggled down with her head on his shoulder running her hand up and down his arm and shoulder gently dabbing kisses on his marblesque torso. "I do love touching you. Your body is human perfection."
"I think you're exaggerating a little but thank you. I love you touching me. Your touch can make all my senses tingle."
"Would you like to tingle some more?" Though her eyes had narrowed he could see Elle's pupils had dilated significantly.
"Do you want me?"
"I always want you Sherlock." The pair rolled over and now he was more over her, she on her back. The room felt cool so she pulled the covers up over his shoulders. His lips touched hers and with the sweetest of enticements with his tongue she opened her mouth a little so her mouth and kiss could be penetrated by his, meanwhile the same was happening lower. A rumbling sigh expunged from her and a curling smile softened her features as she stared into his eyes, now hugely dilated themselves.
This time there was none of the touchy-feely stuff. It had started so gently, so sensuously, but soon it changed. This was now more rampant animalistic sex; him driving himself into her, she locking her ankles together behind his legs intensifying her grip and their pleasure. As their lips entwined, he holding her head towards him, gasping for breath and she panted harder and louder, Sherlock became aware of a noise outside the room. His lower muscles strained, he straightened his arms and she tightened everything she had around him. With their bodies shaking they reached climax together, the pair groaning loudly, there was a knock outside the bedroom and the door flew open.
"We have found a second bod... oh shit, Sherlock, John I'm so sorry...", the uninvited guest turned to leave the room.
"John???" shrieked Sherlock. "John! Greg, wait." Still over his lady and panting heavily Sherlock took a couple of long breaths as Elle's legs loosened and slid down the back of his, then he said "This is Elle Jensen. Elle, meet Greg Lestrade". Half laughing, Sherlock extracted himself then rolled on to his back, grateful the covers had supplied some decency.
"Hello Greg." The woman in Sherlock's bed lifted her dark red-haired head and was smiling at a very red-faced member of Her Majesty's Metropolitan Police Force.
"Could you please throw that blue robe this way, Greg. You were saying a second body?"
Greg unhooked the robe from the back of the door and threw it towards the bed averting his eyes from that direction. Sherlock slipped out of bed using the robe to shroud his modesty as Greg replied, "Yes. It is the same M.O. Fine stab wounds, smell of almonds, petechial haemorrhaging as before. Hot room. Another male, guess roughly the same age..."
Sherlock left the bedroom.
"Have you been able to reach John at all?" enquired Elle. The question was innocent enough but made Greg Lestrade blush even more.
"God, I am so sorry. I could only see Sherlock..."
"So you thought I was John? Not great deduction there, Detective Inspector. No wonder you need Sherlock's help!" Elle said teasingly, but she laughed, breaking the tension between the DI and her.
"Sorry Sherlock. I.. oh..." A third person entered the room noticing Sherlock was not there. "I let the Detective Inspector into the house, then as he was dashing in here, I suddenly remembered you were here too Elle, and I could not run that fast upstairs to catch up with him."
"Don't worry Mrs Hudson" said Sherlock as he returned to the bedroom drying his hair having showered extremely quickly. "Greg, give me a few minutes to get dressed and I will join you. Have you spoken to John or do you want me to text him? My phone is in the lounge."
"I haven't texted John yet. I texted you first but when I received no reply, and as I was already in this vicinity, I thought I would come and enquire from Mrs Hudson where you were. She said you were in here. This is huge Sherlock. The sooner you and John can look at the crime scene the more I think we will be able to understand from it."
"Text John now, give him the address and say to meet us directly there" Sherlock instructed. DI Lestrade and Mrs Hudson backed out of the room as Sherlock dressed quickly, under the watchful eye of Elle, she still languishing within the bedsheets.
"Oops!" Elle was giggling into the covers.
"Shit! God, now the whole damn force will know I'm sleeping with someone. Sorry." Sherlock cringed as he sat on the edge of the bed adding socks and shoes to complete his outfit.
"Well, think positively. At least now the whole damn force will know it is not John Watson!!"
"Hah! See you later. Why don't you text Mary? She and John are coming over later to stay this weekend as we planned anyway so, if she is free, she might be able to join you earlier. No idea how long we will be today." He bent over and kissed her forehead before leaving the room. She heard him call to Lestrade and say something to Mrs Hudson then the outside door clattered his absence.
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