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Elle showered then dressed and went into the kitchen to make some coffee. Mrs Hudson knocked on the door and came in, when called, looking timid.
"Elle. I am sorry. What a silly old fool you must think me. The Inspector turned up and asked if I knew where Sherlock was. When I said upstairs he must have thought I was giving him the ok to come up. The flat door was unlocked as I had just been in with some provisions a few minutes before. I got the shopping Sherlock requested delivered knowing John and Mary are coming over. I did not think he would go into the bedroom. By the time I remembered you were there too it was far too late to stop him."
"Don't worry Mrs Hudson. Sherlock does not embarrass easily and saw the funny side of things. Greg Lestrade and his colleagues don't know me so... Please do not fret about it. Would you like to join me for a coffee?"
"Oh, don't mind if I do, thank you." Mrs Hudson sat down and the two women talked at length. Yes, she definitely liked Elle.
Elle later texted Mary and, as Mary was free the rest of the day, she journeyed to 221B to drop off her's and John's bags for the weekend then the two younger women planned a jaunt into the West End. Just before they went out the door Mrs Hudson said to Elle, "Here are Sherlock's keys. He will be coming back with John. Now you and Mary can let yourselves in. I must remember to get an extra set cut for him."
"If I spot anywhere in the City whilst we are there I could get an extra set cut for Sherlock. Thank you, Mrs Hudson." The girls left Baker Street, arm in arm, heading south towards Oxford Street and London's heart.
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It was nearly 7:45pm when John sent a text to Mary, who was now back at Baker Street with Elle. Another PING had flashed up Elle's phone too from Sherlock.
S: Long day! Madness w/ JW/GL/Met. Hopefully successful. Hungry. Fancy meeting at Angelo's 8:15? SH
L: Angelo's. Great. C U both there. LJ x
8:15pm arrived as did the girls at Angelo's. Sherlock and John were seated already, laughing loudly about something. As Elle and Mary approached their table, Sherlock and John rose, kissed their respective partners and they all sat together.
"Had a busy day then?" Elle asked Sherlock.
"Yes."
"He's been through the wringer in more ways than one" smiled John.
"Why?"
"You. Lestrade told Anderson he walked in on me having sex this morning, so Anderson told Donovan, and I think Donovan has told the rest of the Met. They have been trying to find out things about you from me all day, distracting some of them from their work."
"They were trying to interrogate me too" John added exaggeratively. "There seems to be a very strong fascination about the woman who could have bedded Sherlock Holmes!"
"At least now they know who it is not!" Elle chuckled at John. Turning to Sherlock she asked "Did you tell John what the Detective Inspector said when he burst in on us, or have you saved that little morsel for me?"
"He hasn't told me anything. What did Greg say?"
"He said, and I will quote, 'oh, shit... Sherlock, John, I'm so sorry'."
"Wwhaat?" John exclaimed. He looked at Sherlock, then Elle suspiciously, finally catching his wife's eye and erupting with laughter. The whole table joined in.
"Do you have an eidetic memory?" Sherlock asked Elle.
"No, but I think that whole scenario will stick in my memory a long time. It was just so ridiculously funny."
"Shame I had to cut and run, the part slightly before then had been pretty damn good as I recall!" Both Sherlock and Elle clicked and winked at each other, then laughed again.
Four superb plates of pasta later and the two couples walked back towards Baker Street. Outside the door Sherlock automatically tapped his right suit pocket through his coat. Elle held out his keys, then the additional set she had cut on Mrs Hudson's instruction.
"Mrs Hudson said you wanted an extra set."
"They are for you. Do you want to do the honours?" Elle unlocked 221B like a child opening a best birthday present ever. Nothing would be different inside but it felt different to her, now she had her own keys.
With the Baker Street door closed behind the four of them Elle said "I guess I had better give you this then." She held out another key. "Kew" she added with a nod guessing the question on Sherlock's face.
"Aaa, the exchanging of keys. See John, it must be love" smiled Mary, nudging her husband with an arm.
Feeling somewhat overfed, the foursome sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee then a bottle of sparkling Italian wine - sweet after the rich pasta - and talking further.
It seemed good to all four of them to be back together again. The girls now got on with one another nearly as well as the men did. There was a huge amount of electricity within the group, remembering the extent of their sexual activities the previous weekend.
Having talked until well past one o'clock the two couples separated to wash, change and bed. Elle was under the covers before Sherlock entered the room. "I don't know why I bother with pyjamas" he sighed, "they never seem to see the night through anymore."
"I haven't" Elle replied, folding the duvet back a little to reveal naked shoulders and the top of her breasts, one still slightly bruised. Lifting the duvet the naked man slinked onto the bed next to his girl. She automatically curled up to him; her head on his chest, her left arm draped across his torso. She ran a gentle finger from his Adam's apple slowly down to his navel. He took a very deep long breath which he released through pursed lips.
His left hand was behind his head, his right arm lying innocuously loose on the bed beside him. He was thinking they were not teenagers, or even new lovers any longer, they should be capable of sleeping together without making love, but as this simple thought crossed his mind he craved her touch as much as ever. Tilting her head upwards he moved slightly in order to plant a delicate kiss on her lips. She was so receptive to his every whim. Her breathing was already shallow, eyes dilated and palms slightly wet.
Sherlock moved her so she was now on her back. He shuffled down the bed and put his head on her shoulder instead, moving his face downwards in a familiar routine of kissing her breasts. He latched his mouth on to her right nipple and suckled quite subconsciously, stroking her other breast and shoulder with his right hand, then gently licking the bruise. Gliding his hand downward, he scribed a ring around her navel and then continued tracing her scar, fondling her pubis and caressing her labia. There would be plenty of future days when they would be in bed together and not making love: tonight was not one of them.
All the muscles in her lower body contracted to his fingers exploring her vulva. There was no hesitation in his moves, circling her clitoris, stroking her pubis, entering her steadily, one finger then two.
Her eyes opened briefly, a smile flashed across them and her lips as she re-closed them and released a low-pitched moan. Relinquishing his caress briefly he lifted his body on top of hers and guided his penile shaft along the same route his fingers had just taken. So accepting of him, so warm to his sensations, swollen and naturally lubricated she tilted her pelvis forwards then back squeezing her muscles tightly around the man inside her.
Light, nearly imperceptible rocking motions from him and hip shifting from her gradually over some time built to intense lunges and squeezes from both, his head swimming, heart pounding, blood boiling through his veins, all the while showering each other with kisses, the lovers consumed one another's passion in their exotic and erotic horizontal fandango. No thoughts of anything but her, sweat pouring off him, Sherlock fed off her lusts like a ravenous beast, finally bracing himself as his total being stiffened in ecstasy and pleasure then release, she wallowing in the sensation of his wholly stimulated body. Their intimacy complete again.
The pair of them rolled over, his head in down, hers on his right shoulder, arms and legs still wrapped around one another, their bodies now drained and hot, they would shower in the morning; with energy gauges reading empty they both fell to sleep immediately.
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