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Up, dressed and breakfasted by 10, the four friends piled into a cab in Baker Street, which took them to Hampstead. Elle had not been to John and Mary's before, and Sherlock only occasionally. It was a town house similar to that of Elle's in Kew, though smaller in general and less bedrooms, three in fact. Of course, Hampstead prices were premium. It was beautifully and simply furnished, very pale and white clean lines, nothing too girly, but extremely different from the dark walls and interiors of 221B. There was a turquoise-theme running throughout the place, from the large tiles behind the shower in the family bathroom, to the curtains in the lounge and chair covers in the kitchen. The three-piece suite was dark grey, but soft velour rather than rugged leather like Baker Street.
Elle helped Mary with vegetables as she planned a simple but tasty Sunday lunch. The one major addition to Baker Street this place had was a small, secluded back garden. It was not warm as yet, but sheltered so the two men sat, with glasses of lager, talking until called in for lunch. The girls were chattering away even more than the men nowadays. Their relationship had really blossomed.
After lunch John and Mary made the suggestion that Sherlock and Elle should come and stay with them over the bank holiday weekend ahead. All thought this was a lovely idea and the plan was in place. A pleasant evening and dinner later Sherlock and Elle said their farewells to John and Mary and left to return to Baker Street. Mary gave Sherlock a card - "for Elle, for Wednesday".
The couples kissed and embraced as they said their farewells around 10:30pm and Elle and Sherlock climbed into a cab.
"Did you tell them it was my birthday on Wednesday?"
"They heard me mention to my mother on the phone during the Easter weekend that it was your birthday at the end of the month, so I was quizzed to the exact date. It is very sweet of them. I still don't know what to get you?"
"You don't need to get me anything, but what I will want is you, Sherlock. As the clock counts to one second past midnight, I will want you already inside me. Other than that, I will want nothing else from you... except maybe a favour?"
"Name it."
"Could I introduce you soon to Em, and Kaye when she's better?"
"Of course. I would like that. You mentioned you were meeting them in town on Tuesday for lunch? Why not start off with a visit to Baker Street? I think your friends need to meet me and me them, to quash any ideas of married men or anything else they may have concocted for the reason they know so little about your lover."
"That would be great. Thanks." They had pulled up outside 221B and they alighted, with Elle grabbing her purse to pay the taxi quicker than Sherlock got to his wallet, so he found his keys to open the door.
Arriving home just after 11 the lovers sat quietly in the lounge, both in reflective mode. After a glass of red wine and with some instrumental music in the background Sherlock pulled Elle to her feet and they danced together slowly as they kissed and stroked the form of the other. Nothing structured, just swaying with their arms wrapped about one another and lips entwined. Sherlock intimated around midnight that they really ought to be heading for bed, bringing to an end their smooching. Music off and room closed down, after spending time in the bathroom apart the lovers met again in the bedroom. No pretence anymore: both sets of pyjamas stayed neatly folded on the chair.
Kissing her lips nearly the second her head touched pillow Sherlock moved in on his lady. Lips first, then he traversed her body gradually, starting with her throat, to her collarbones, décolleté, breasts, nipples specifically, abdomen, navel, scar and pubis. Her sighs encouraging him to continue, his tongue found her clitoris, then labia and finally sliding it within her. He danced his tongue around until he realised she was closing towards orgasm so he slowly and steadily let her calm down, stroking her breast and arm as he rested with his head on her stomach drinking in her ever stronger and now slowing breaths.
With a long passionate kiss full on the mouth her lover had finally returned to eye level. His eyes were hugely dilated, barely showing any of the glassy grey-green irises the man usually looked through. She raised her head to kiss him, turning slightly, manoeuvring him so he was now lying on his back.
So to return the compliment. Deep on the lips, gentle to his chin, passionately on his throat, finding that ever faithful beautiful mole. Down his chest, around his areolae, biting one nipple slightly harder than she had intended, enough to feel him react with a gasp and cause a body position adjustment.
Her tongue found his bullet wound. She ran over and around it then descended further to his navel, laying her tongue flat she came back up his body to his sternum, her eyes looked into his face; his were closed, mouth open fractionally, breathing becoming more substantial but erratic.
Back to his navel, circling it with her tongue, then downwards this time along his hairline so beautifully defined, dark against his porcelain body. Her left hand cupped his balls, squeezing gently then her grip released as she took one delicately into her mouth and sucked, rolling her tongue around it, moving it within the skin sack. Released from her mouth she gave the same pleasure to the second.
Moments later it too was released as her man sighed loudly and she concentrated her tongue to lick and caress every inch of his penile shaft. Sliding her hand up and down him she kissed, sucked and teased her way along his length, sucking his foreskin, tickling the corona rim all the way around with her tongue until she finally reached the tip, inserting the end of her tongue into his urethral groove before taking his glans and a couple of inches of his shaft into her mouth. Her body went into spasm. Orgasm warmed through every pore as she took him as far as she dared into her mouth, her tongue traversing around him, moving his dorsal vein so he sighed loudly again. She moaned openly. She really did love oral. He reached down and grabbed her hair, banded as ever at night, and pulled, forcing her release from him.
She then rose to eye level again, her eyes now fully dilated, a wry, nearly conniving smile on her lips knowing obviously where all this was ultimately leading. Her body was yearning for him now. He rolled her onto her back, placing himself between her legs, taking his body weight on his arms and knees. He lowered his torso against her and with his lips near her ear a soft whisper said "Wow, that was spectacular. Want me?"
"Want you" she purred back, "now".
Her words electrified him as he slipped a hand down her body again and he guided himself inside her. This is where he wanted to be. This was where she wanted him too. Hot, lovingly, rubbing their bodies together, harmoniously luxuriating in the pleasures of each other, writhing to the same now unheard melody. His moves were slow, long, deliberate. This was going to be love making, not just sex. This was ecstasy.
With her arms around his back Elle lifted her feet, wrapped her lower legs around Sherlock's calves, preventing too much thrust. She wanted to languish in the pleasure she was in. His penetration was so rigid, but his moves smooth, almost caressive, she felt his breath on her body, him sighing demonstrably. She was moving her pelvis now. He became quite motionless, she controlling the rise and fall of him within her. This was control beyond anything John had dreamt of. Every roll of her hips, tightening of her pelvic floor, was starting to send him into orbit.
Orgasm again swam across her body like a wave crashing over rocks. It enveloped her. This time her pelvic muscles tightened and did not release entirely. Her breath was so shallow she had to turn her face away from his to take in what little air she could. He was close now, close to giving himself up to her absolutely. Her arms moved from his back to either side of his face as her hands pulled him in for a long intense kiss. He would fight her no more. With his arms either side of her head he took each of her hands off his face in turn, placed them palm up on the bed, put his own hands in them, interlinked their fingers and squeezed, pulsating himself hard and powerfully within her, generating high friction.
Their lips parted just long enough for them both to collect lungfuls of breath then his mouth and tongue re-engaged hers as his body shook with orgasm. Elle felt the moment of his release, followed by the pulsing as his body forced every last seed out of him. She released her ankles from his calves, moved her legs to the back of his thighs and pulled down, intensifying the moment. Wetness exuded from every pore on both of them. The heat in the bed was so high Sherlock automatically released one of her hands and threw his hand backwards, pushing the duvet off the pair of them. The cooler air from the room hitting their bodies sent Elle into another wave of erotic ecstasy. His body tensioned again; was this a second orgasm for him or the end of one long one? Irrelevant. It was sensational.
His body was already prone against her and suddenly she felt all his weight. He was no longer supporting any of himself. Relaxing her legs from behind his thighs and freeing her arm from his grasp, she stroked his hair and back, almost cradling him like a child. With his head on her shoulder he was oblivious to anything, from near exhaustion he had collapsed into sleep. He would be unaware that she was silently weeping from the ultimate pleasure he had bestowed on her. That had been their best time together so far. She had previously had more intensive orgasms, more in a row, more violent with him, but from the point of view of gratification, and feeling love, true love - this moment had been it. With her fingers twirled in his sweated dark brown locks, she too drifted to sleep.
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Elle woke to feel Sherlock moving his weight off her. They had stayed entangled all night. No semi-erection to start again with this morning. That boy was spent. As he felt her shifting as she drifted back into consciousness, he smiled, kissed her nose then moved himself more fully away so they were lying side by side. The duvet was back over them both.
"I did not mean to sleep on you overnight. Were you all right?" he asked.
"Fine. Your weight was well balanced over me and partially off to one side so it just felt lovely to have you sleep in my arms. Please feel free to do it anytime. I loved it."
"Did you put the duvet back over us? I remember throwing it off at one point, or did I dream that?"
"No, I remember you doing it too. If it was me that retrieved it I have not got a clue how or when. Are you sure it was not you?"
"I too don't remember if it was. I need a shower, or would you like to have a bath together?"
"A bath sounds lovely." Sherlock rolled out of bed, grabbed his robe and headed into the bathroom. Elle joined him there a few moments later in her robe. The lovers washed and caressed each other, sharing lots of loving touches and kisses but nothing more: both appreciating the intensity and erotica of the night before. As seemed to always happen, the bath was finished in the shower, so much more practical to wash hair, especially long hair like hers.
Sherlock drained the bath after he had finished his shower, and Elle followed him back into the bedroom where both dressed, still sharing kisses as clothes went on to their frames. Sherlock as ever was the first one dressed, left the bedroom, into the kitchen and put the coffee on. Elle heard him pull one of the kitchen chairs back, then he swore.
Walking into the kitchen, now fully clothed but still drying her hair, Elle asked "What is the matter? I heard you swear."
"My sodding, interfering brother. Look." Sherlock's voice was calm but evidently Mycroft was in trouble yet again. Elle took Sherlock's phone from him and read the text:
MH:    Morning. Came to see you this a.m. Mrs H let me in. Need to talk to you urgently when you are no longer busy. Should both be careful not to get too cold in bed. Mycroft
"You mean Mycroft came into your bedroom this morning? He saw us? HE put the duvet back over us?"
"Very probably. Perhaps now he believes his 'little brother' is in a sexual relationship, but I never thought he would get visual proof. Oh, crap. I hope he could not see too much. Wonder what time he ca... Christ - it's nearly 11am!"
"Oh my God AND oh my God!" exclaimed Elle. "I did not realise it was anywhere near as late as that. Just how deeply were we sleeping for your 'big brother' ["Don't you start!"] to be able to walk into the room and neither of us know? I guess if it is that important you ought to find out what he wants."
"Oh great. After spending the most perfect night with the woman I adore, now I have to have a slanging match with my... don't you call him big... brother."
"No you don't. Unlock this again for me." Elle passed Sherlock his own phone. He unlocked it and obeyed her outstretched beckoning hand by passing it back to her. A couple of buttons and shuffles later and "... Good morning Mycroft. It is Elle actually. Sherlock is not able to talk at the minute. Could I pass on a message to him for you?... Oh... OK, got that. I will get him to look into it... Yes, we guessed it must be important, for you to feel you needed to come into the bedroom... well, it is not late if you were otherwise engaged until well past 3 this morning. You know how it is - you follow the love and lusts of your body whenever they grab you... oh, you don't know how it is? I see... Yes, I will tell him, verbatim I promise. Oh, by the way, thank you for covering us up this morning... well, neither of us did it so... all right... Sherlock has mentioned it, Spring Bank Holiday wasn't it?... Yes. Wednesday... Thank you Mycroft, very kind... I will. Goodbye."
"Well, you were a lot nicer to him than I was going to be."
"I didn't want you ruining the memory of last night with another tantrum with your brother."
"Tantrum?"
"Yes, tantrum. You have ranted at him twice since I have known you and I imagine you have been doing so since you were both young boys."
"What did he want you to tell me, 'verbatim'?"
"He needs you to look into a 'yellow alert' at Canada House on Trafalgar Square. There has been a break-in. As far as they can tell so far nothing has been stolen but they cannot work out for the life of them how the break-in occurred. They know someone uninvited has been in the building because they have been caught on CCTV cameras, which will be going to the Met for analysis. I have been called in by an acquaintance from Canada House, and Lestrade is also involved from the point of view of the Met and he recommended you also. Get yourself to Canada House, once you are properly awake, and ask for Mark Houghton, who will get you passed their security and in to investigate."
"You have got an eidetic memory. You even said 'I' when quoting back what Mycroft must have said."
"Not really. What I do is not too dissimilar to you with your 'mind palace', but I visualise things written down or drawn, and can then recall them. It is not eidetic. I cannot remember what I did on a specific day of a particular month or year, unless it was special to me anyway. By the way, I think mine is more of a 'mind bungalow' than palace. [She smiled at him, teasingly.] It is all on one level, very specifically laid out, but I imagine it works similarly, except I am not so disciplined as you so all the crap and clutter is there too, probably stowed in some loft space, as well as the stuff I want."
"What did Mycroft say when you thanked him for covering us up?"
"He bumbled and stumbled a little then said we looked cold. He said he averted his eyes when he got closer and just threw the duvet back on to the bed. Then ridiculously asked how we knew he had done it! Has Mycroft ever had any lovers you know of?"
"Not that I am certain about, no. I know he was never that interested in girls in his youth, he seemed to have more of a penchant for males so maybe that put him off for some reason. Do you think he's jealous of me?"
"I doubt it if he prefers boys. Perhaps Mycroft envies the fact you have a very intimate relationship with anyone. You're lucky enough to have close relationships with two people: John and me. He will not know of or consider your closeness to Mary of course. He's indirectly invited me to your parents' over Spring Bank Holiday. And he wished me a happy birthday. Could I be softening the older Holmes brother?"
"You definitely have a better knack with him than I have ever done. I had better go. Will you be ok? I don't suppose it will be too long."
"I will be fine. Just text me if you are going to be particularly late, or if there is anything I can do."
"Will do." With a kiss softly planted on her lips and the words 'I love you' silently formed, Sherlock disappeared out of the door.
Just over two hours later Sherlock sent a text to say he had finished solving the riddle at Canada House. However, Greg Lestrade had asked him to look into something else and therefore he expected to be much later than planned, apologising. Adding he would bring dinner back with him, rather than her have to meet him out or cook. Elle knew both John and Mary would be working at the GP practice - John had again been approached to cover locum duties whilst the latest 'flu virus did its worst through the surgery. Therefore she would need to find something else for her entertainment.
Thinking of illness her thoughts returned to her friend Kaye, who she knew was ill from the text thread she had shared with mutual house mate Em. A quick text would establish how Kaye was and whether she had recovered.
L:   Hi K how are u? Hope better. Heard u were sick. So sorry Easter bad for u. Any hope of returning to Q soon? L x
K:   Hi L arrived back at Q this am. Well again thank goodness. Mum q'tined me! Really bad tho - norovirus we think. Glad no visitors whilst I was sick. Even T was banned. Where r u?
L:   Central London. Staying with friend.
K:   S?
L:   Yes. S. God help me K, I love him.
K:   Wow! Hear you had a good time at Q w/ S over Easter. Will we ever meet this mysterious S? Need to see you b4 Wed. R u about 2nite? Or could we meet in CentL tomorrow with M if available?
L:   Tonight, difficult. S out till later - bringing dinner. Tomorrow wd b lovely. Could meet in City then go for lunch.
K:   Fab. Where do u want 2 meet?
L:   Heard of Speedy's on Baker Street? Would u like to meet outside there about 9:30am? Something I need to do before we go into town.
K:   OK. No probs. Spoken to M - just arrived here too - she is available. Girls day out sounds nice. Fancy a show? Spending Wed with S?
L:   Looking forward to tomorrow. Show wd be great. Wed with S hopefully, unless S working.
With time on her hands Elle sent an email to her old school friend Vivienne in hope there may be some PR work looming in the not too distant future. A reply said she would look into it and let her know if she heard of anything. Elle reflected how lucky she was to have four special girl friends: Em and Kaye - her house mates, Vivienne - from school days and forever, and now Mary - wife of her lover's best friend.
As 8pm came and went Elle was a little concerned but did not want to disturb Sherlock if he was on a case, knowing if his phone sounded it could literally put him in danger. Fortunately only 30 minutes later than expected Elle received a text.
S:   On my way home with Chinese. See you shortly. SH
L:   OK. Will get bowls warmed. TTFN. LJ x
Sherlock duly turned up, carrying Chinese and with a huge smile on his face. He went into his room and returned to the kitchen already in pyjamas and robe. As Sherlock explained why he had been called to Scotland Yard he and Elle helped themselves to Chicken in Black Bean Sauce, Beef with vegetables and plain rice, all of which was delicious and more than welcome. A glass of wine each and Elle went into and returned from the bedroom in pyjamas before they curled up on the sofa together, her stroking him, him reading another case file, this time for his detective friend, Lestrade.
After finishing reading the document he had, Sherlock said "By the way, I have told Greg I am not available on Wednesday under any circumstances. And have spoken to Mycroft and said the same thing to him too. Mrs Hudson is returning to Kent to see her brother so it'll just be you and me all day."
"That will be wonderful. Thank you Sherlock."
He then asked Elle what kind of day she had had.
"Quiet mainly. Did a little tidying, went for a wander into London, window shopping, sent a few messages."
"Who were your messages to?"
"An email to my friend Vivienne, to see if there are any PR jobs in the offing around at the moment - nothing on the grapevine yet, but she will keep an ear to the ground. As you know I am not in any rush. The other a text to my house mate Kaye. She is back at Kew now thank goodness, over her illness. Her Mum is a nurse at the local hospital near Teddington where she lives, and realised she was really sick so quarantined her. At least she has finally recovered. She has been poorly since before Easter. She has not even seen her boyfriend, Tony."
"Teddington - that means her mother must be nursing at Kingston?"
"Yes, I guessed it must be there too. Not sure though. That must surely be the main hospital in that area."
"Are you still planning to meet up with your friends tomorrow?"
"Yes."
"Any chance I could meet them? You did suggest the idea anyway. Perhaps you could plan to introduce me to them before you go off for your day in the City? Do you know what you are doing tomorrow yet?"
"Would you? I would love that. I have made arrangements to meet outside Speedy's, I was going to ask if I could bring them up to meet you. I have no idea what they have planned for the day. I think we maybe going to see a show."
"And you are sure they will know who I am once we are introduced?"
"Definitely. You're pretty famous, being on the news, etc. I remember pictures of you in the deerstalker, trying to hide from the press and attracting more attention than ever, such a dichotomy. It was partly that, and John's blog, that drew me to ask you to get involved in Colin's case in the first place."
"Shall we play a little game with your friends then?"
"OK. I'm intrigued."
"Let's go to bed and decide the best way to do this. It might need a little assistance and coercion from Mrs Hudson."
"Sounds interesting."
Via the bathroom the pair headed to bed, removing pyjamas as now normal before getting in together. Sherlock outlined his idea as Elle ran her hand over his body. He was finding it more and more difficult to stay coherent as she took hold of his cock and started to play with it in her hand. Eventually he bowed to her pressures as light fumbling became a quality hand job coupled with oral sex. She knew exactly how to send his blood rushing and this had done it. Delicate fingering from him confirmed she was willing, damp and ready. He threw the duvet to the bedroom carpet, pulled her up off the bed by her hand, got her lying on the duvet, wrapping it over the pair to keep warm as he fucked her unceremoniously and brutally on the floor.
It was short, violent, but she thought it was still sweet. So different from the wonderfully sensual love making they had the night previous which had lasted seemingly hours all together, this had been raw sex, even to the point Elle had bitten Sherlock on the clavicle again, making quite a bruise. He returned the favour by biting her left breast, over her heart, leaving his mark of love on her soft skin.
After both of them climaxed, some time apart which was so unusual for them, he stroked her gently, asking if she was all right, then they separated, got back on the bed, returned the duvet with them and curled up together to cuddle the night through until dawn.
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