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"You do lead very exciting sex lives" sighed Mary.
"And what is that supposed to mean?" alarmed John in response.
"Just what I said - different positions, different rooms, tying one another up..."
"We have fun though, don't we?"
"Yes John. But a lot of that has been inspired by our friends here, to be honest. We just kept it straight and true before."
"What is so different now?" Elle was intrigued. Both men waited to hear the answer to this question too.
"Well, showering has become more interesting recently" Mary said with a glint, "and obviously the experiments with you two as well."
"The shower is the best place in the world. Down right dirty one minute, and clean the next. What could be better?" John was in reminiscence mode.
"How about a softly-lit shower with all four of us in there together?" Elle had just voiced something she had subconsciously considered before. The cogs had obviously been in overdrive again in her head but she was looking to and thinking of the future.
"There isn't room for all four of us in either of the showers here." Sherlock had pointed out a catch, but in his mind it seemed that was the only stumbling block on this the latest of Elle's potentially erotic adventures.
"No, but there is at mine!" Elle said it so matter-of-factly.
"Taxi" John had shouted at the same time Sherlock had called "Taxi for Kew". The two girls looked at them and burst into laughter.
"It doesn't take much does it Elle? That is one heck of a carrot to dangle." Mary surprised at her husband's eagerness, let alone that of his friend.
"Later maybe." Elle looked considered for a moment then asked Mary "How did you and John meet? I know Sherlock was out of the picture at that time."
"Yes, I was busy being dead."
"John joined the GP Surgery where I was a Practice Nurse about a year after Sherlock 'died'. We met as soon as John joined the practice. A few weeks later we had both had a long shift and faced yet another evening alone with the telly or a book, so I asked if he cared to join me for a drink. It often starts innocently like that. We had been going out regularly - when our schedules allowed - before I plucked up courage to invite John to my place. It sounds as though it was quicker with you and Sherlock though?"
"Well, I guess. I knew of Sherlock through John's blog and the news, and when my boss suddenly disappeared he was the first person I thought to approach, knowing the Met would be looking into it. There was a seven or eight day investigation - slightly hampered by me in the end, then Sherlock resolved the case, stopping my boss absconding with the company money. I came to see him a few days later to pay my bill and asked him if I could take him to dinner as a thank you. I had been convinced someone had killed Colin, but it turned out Colin was actually the problem."
"How did you hamper my case?"
"Not being forthright with information."
"How, and why?"
"You asked me to find out some pieces of information regarding Colin Michelson and the business. I found them easily enough but when I came to tell you I realised I found you so intriguing that I only gave you the information on some of them at that time, in order for me to be able to return the next day to see you with the other details. Pathetic, I know."
"Dammit. I felt as though you were hiding something from me. I didn't guess it could be anything like that, especially for those reasons."
"Did you go out for dinner together then?"
"Yes John. You were away working in your GP role and I was bored - of course - which is why I had taken on the job in the first place. It sounded like a potential murder at least which whetted my appetite. Elle kindly offered to take me out for dinner after the case ended and I accepted. Looking back now I realise I was taking a lot more time explaining the breakdown of the case to her than I ever had - before or since - with a client. We went to the nearby Chinese."
"How did Elle finishing up sleeping here that first time?"
"We were still in conversation, just enjoying each other's company and realised it was close to 1am. I offered to take Elle home - travel back with her in a cab I mean, for safety - by then she had told me she lived in Kew, but she said she intended to sleep over in a London hotel..."
"Quite regular practice for me as I did so for my job occasionally, or if I was meeting my girl friends in the City or attending a late event."
"...I offered her a free bed and coffee if she was happy to stay and talk. We talked for hours - gone 5 in the end - Elle eventually staying in your old room."
"Were either of you tempted to knock on the other's door?" Mary did not want to ask but could not help it.
"I wanted to, but felt he'd been so kind offering a free berth that I did not want to risk overstepping the mark. I couldn't sleep though. I didn't know what Sherlock felt, but realised how attracted I was to him and was listening for any sound he made, just in case he might think of coming in to me."
"And I am always being picked up on inappropriately formed phrases" John quipped.
"Oh my God. I had not realised I had said it quite like that." Elle cringed looking horror struck. Smiles all round at this most dramatic faux pa.
"What about you Sherlock? Did you even consider changing bedrooms?"
"No Mary. But I did not sleep either. I had a hot feeling I did not quite understand at the time - I do now thank you DOCTOR Watson [John had been about to interject his opinion on the source of those hot feelings!] - and was just very restless. We talked again in the morning, then Elle went back to Kew. I could not get her out of my head so I texted her the following morning, early, to see if she wanted to meet. I suggested Kew Gardens as it meant she did not have to travel far."
John then asked the question even Elle was intrigued about and had not asked before. "Did you subconsciously choose Kew as your destination, knowing it was near her home?"
"Subconsciously, I am not sure. I wanted to see her again, by that point desperately, so I thought she would be less likely to say 'no' somewhere near her than if I invited her to come back up to Baker Street. I could have suggested some more neutral ground somewhere so... maybe."
"Had you sex in mind by then Sherlock?" John asked trepidatiously.
"God, no. I just wanted to be with her again. I enjoyed talking with her."
"Did Sherlock or you suggest going back to the house?"
"We had a lovely walk, Mary, around the Gardens but realised we'd become really cold. I asked Sherlock if he would like to come back to my place to warm up. There was nothing more to it than that at the time. I did not know he had any feelings for me, other than me being a friend. I would never have made the first move, believing him to be disinterested in relationships."
Dry mouthed John asked "Was that the first time you made love then, there?"
"Yes. We were just about thawed out with hot coffee and good conversation again when I asked Elle to show me her bedroom, then moved over and kissed her. She did not respond. I thought I had read the signs totally wrongly."
"I was shocked."
"But then I looked in her eyes, and the way she looked back at me spurred me on to try again. Next time her kiss and touch were so gentle and inviting. God knows what my heart rate was. Anyway, for me it felt like a now or never moment."
"That was when I was really shocked, but by then I wanted you Sherlock. I wanted you more than breath itself. Whilst we were walking around Kew Gardens I kept hoping blue skies would rain so we would need to go back to mine to dry off. As it was, it was cold enough to need to go and warm up anyway."
"Was that first session a one off to start with, or were you making love all over the house straight away?" Intrigue had banished any decorum now from John's line of questioning.
"Not all over. Just my bedroom and then later, the now popular favourite place, the shower."
"How long have you lived in Kew?" Mary was interested in details outside just her friends' liaisons.
"I have been there for five years, that particular town house, nearly four. Em, Kaye and I all moved in together. Em and I were sharing before, then when Kaye met us we found a bigger place with a third bedroom. This one actually has five so there is a spare room for guests and the second attic room as you saw is my darkroom." Sherlock and Elle exchanged glances of significance at the mention of the converted bedroom.
"Oh God, I am really stiff."
"Sherlock! That is more than a little blatant" expressed John. "All this talk of Kew turning you on again?"
"No, NO! I did not mean that. I am stiff across my shoulders and neck; shit, now I've gone and done it."
"Would you like a massage?" Elle offered. "I give wonderful massages. Renowned for it. My house mates would queue up."
"Ironic" said John, "queuing in Kew. Elle, you said your house mates were K and M? What is it about initials and you girls?"
Elle moved Sherlock's single chair slightly forward so she could get behind it easily, encouraged her man to sit, then unbuttoned and helped him remove his shirt. Walking behind the chair, her hands, starting across the shoulders, massaged his shoulders, neck, into his hair and down each arm as she spoke.
"Coincidence actually. Em is Emma, she has been known as Em from an early age as her elder sister was named Amanda and their brother struggled with the similarities of their names. Kaye is short for Katherine. People would always write it with a C, so she began introducing herself as 'Katherine with a K'. It just so happens her best friend from school days is another Catherine, but with a C. Her name was shortened to Kaye so much, it stuck. You know my reasons as I explained before to Mary. Em and I have known each other for over seven years. We met Kaye just at the point I was thinking of getting a bigger place anyway, more floors, more bedrooms. Kaye and I were singletons at the time and Em had just got herself a new boyfriend. He did not last as it turned out, but they are both in what seems long-term relationships now."
"Do either of them know about Sherlock?"
"Not exactly John. They know I have been seeing 'a significant someone' and spending more time than a little away from Kew. I have not given them any details yet. Unfortunately Sherlock is not exactly a common name, so I am loathed to say too much to anyone too soon. He is rather well known, thanks to your blog. I would like to introduce him to my friends, and family at some time."
"Do they know anything about your relationship?"
"I keep getting text messages asking me what I am doing and where I am and if I am ok. They know I am in Central London, with a man, whose first initial is S. At the moment, that is enough."
"Don't you want anyone to know about us?"
"Of course, but after your reaction after Greg walked in on us, and with everything that has now happened with Mycroft, I am not sure I want to spread the word around all old London town that I am sleeping with Sherlock Holmes."
"Will your friends not be suspicious?" Mary enquired.
"Undoubtedly, and they will have come up with some ludicrous explanation why I am so secretive, probably that my man is married or something, but they will be patient with me."
"Do they know you are sleeping with someone?" Mary continued.
"They guessed when they found my washed bed sheets airing over the bannister when we had been there a few nights over Easter. They do not request, nor would they get, a précis of my love life."
"What have you told them?" Sherlock quizzed.
"Have a look Sherlock - here." She passed him her phone having found a thread with Emma, she still massaging his shoulders and neck. Sherlock read aloud:
M:   Hi L. I c u had good Easter. Been here with S? Cleaned bedsheets, huh??? <3 Hope all good.Catch up with u soon. Mxx
L:   Hiya M. Spent Mon eve to Thur home with S. Admit 2 fun. ;-) Will be back here in CentL for few days. Promise to meet soon. Good Easter?? Lxx
M:   Not as good as yours. U been dieting with Shirley?
L:   Ooh yeah! Best diet ever! ;-o C family? Hope all ok.
M:   Yes. All well thanks. B gets on well with everyone so all good. Had to sleep separately. Family protocols at my age! Difft floors, couldn't even sneak. No SV diet for me. :-(
L:   Any word on K? Heard too ill 2 go w/ T.
M:   Got bad bug so stayed with her Mum. No SV diet for her either. T away visiting bros now. Hope u made up for your useless friends.
L:   More than. Will text K later in week.
M:   Lunch in City Tues? Need to meet 4 your b/day, or u with S?
As he passed her phone back to her a puzzled Sherlock said "You need to explain some of this to me. What is the SV diet, why would you be dieting anyway, who is Shirley and who are B and T?"
"B is Ben, Em's boyfriend, Easter was spent with her strict Catholic family. I guess that explains the protocols - not married, no shared bed. T is Kaye's boyfriend Tony. Kaye was supposed to go with him to Strasbourg over Easter. SV and Shirley both refer to 1980s film classic called 'Shirley Valentine'. When questioned why she is going abroad to Greece, without her loveless husband Shirley says she is hoping to 'have sex for breakfast, sex for dinner, sex for tea and sex for supper - it's called the F plan!' That's the diet. It has nothing to do with food."
"Thank goodness, I love your shape, just as you are."
"Good. How do your neck and shoulders feel now?" Elle kissed the back of his neck.
"Wonderful. You have a deft touch. All that tension has melted away. In fact..." Sherlock took hold of Elle's left wrist off his left shoulder with his right hand and guided her around the chair to stand in front of him. He pulled her in close and rested his head against her tummy. "Hungry?"
"Not at this time of night, no."
"As Shirley would say, I am not talking about food."
"Well, in that case, I'm starving." Sherlock beamed.
"Last time we were here" started John carefully "we had quite a bit of fun as a foursome. Do you fancy playing 'together' again?"
"Don't see why not" Sherlock replied. "Got anything in particular in mind?"
"John and I were talking about our own sexual fantasies the other night. John's fantasy is one of control, but not in an obvious way." Both Elle and Sherlock looked at Mary and John curiously.
"I would like to control you Sherlock, verbally, but in a marionette-style, to make love to Elle, while Mary controls her."
"So you want Mary to give me instructions on how to make love to Sherlock, and you direct him, right?"
"Basically, that's it."
"But I don't understand. What do either of you get out of it?"
"We get to watch Sherlock, and you, making love. It is a voyeur's dream, because we get to decide the wheres and the whens and the whats while watching someone else. It is the ultimate pay per view. Obviously, if it has the desired effect I imagine we will be joining you at some point."
"Sounds intriguing. How do you want us and where?" The detective was obviously keen.
"Your bed, naked, ten minutes. Try to relax. Oh, Elle, you might want to tie up your hair."
"OK. See you two in ten." The pairs separated.
John and Mary enjoyed pulling the strings, directing the other pair's kisses, strokes and orals until inevitably the invisible bonds were detached and the pair in bed took control without control. By this point the bed was taking the weight of four lovers, as the Watsons joined the fray with an intimate moment of their own.
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