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Dawn arrived and Elle woke to being smothered by kisses from a very amorous Sherlock. Leaving no doubt about his intentions, he led her, both naked with robes in hand, to the bathroom, where he proceeded to make passionate love to her under the shower, taking her to a pleasure-dome unmatched in their previous vertical love making encounters. The warmth of the water invited them to play for longer but they knew they were on a time constraint. With her legs eventually wrapped around his hips and her back against the wall, Sherlock pressed his advantage until both climaxed together. A soaping of each other and a rinse off, and they were in the bedroom in what felt like next to no time, dressing for the day.
By 8:30 Sherlock was dressed and Elle heard him go to talk to Mrs Hudson, who could be heard laughing from her kitchen. The plan for the morning was in place. Breakfast, then just after 9:15 Elle walked out of the apartment and crossed the road away from Speedy's and the love of her life. Ten minutes later Elle saw her two friends alight from a taxi and stand in front of Speedy's cafe. She crossed the road carefully to meet them - Baker Street was always so busy.
The friends greeted one another with hugs and kisses on the cheeks and the two who had travelled the furthest gave the third three fancy paper birthday gift bags with wrapped presents and cards inside, plus a paper carrier containing cards posted to her Kew home. Elle prepared herself and more specifically her face and turned to her friends.
"I am glad you could meet me here. There is somebody I need to see." She rapped with the knocker on the door of 221B Baker Street. The door was opened by Mrs Hudson. "Hello, I am Lavinia Jensen. I think I am expected."
"Oh yes, that is right, Mr Holmes said a Ms Jensen would be calling. Please, up the stairs and the door at the top to your left. Knock then enter. I am sure Mr Holmes will be with you very shortly."
"Thank you." The three girls climbed the stairs, Em and Kaye looking slightly bewildered, Elle knocked then entered the now so familiar room as though she had never seen it before.
Sherlock came out from his bedroom and did not disappoint. He was immaculately groomed and looking as dashing as Elle had ever seen him. His hair was curly and tousled, dressed in his tight, dark purple silk shirt, no tie, a couple of buttons open at the neck, under a very deep grey suit. Kaye actually let out an audible gasp as he walked into the room flashing his glassy grey-green eyes. "Ah, yes. Mrs Hudson reminded me I was expecting a visitor this morning. Please, all of you, take a seat [he gestured towards the sofa]. I am Sherlock Holmes, Consulting Detective. You are...?" He held out his hand to Kaye.
"Hi, Katherine Davis - Kaye." She shook Sherlock's hand. His hand stretched out towards Elle, she hoping her eyes would not give anything away.
"Hello Mr Holmes. Lavinia Jensen - Elle." A tame handshake passed with barely any eye contact. Finally now to the last in the row.
"Hello, Emma Garrison - Em." She shook Sherlock's hand too.
"Ah, yes. Kaye, Elle, Em. Interesting. It is you Ms Jensen who contacted me. What can I do for you? Hold on, let me see..." Elle could see Sherlock was enjoying himself and hoped passionately she would not give anything away. He stared at the group of friends.
He sat in his chair, pausing with his fingers steepled under his chin, apparently analysing the women. "The three of you are house sharing, yes? Yes, of course. South, no, south west of London I think. Kingston? Wimbledon? Kew? Richmond? Never mind. Mmm. Now the quandary you have is about relationships. I see that all three of you have lovers, at least one of you had sex this morning, most of you have met the others' partners and yet one partner, yours I think Ms Jensen, appears to be quite elusive, so much so, not only have the others not met him, but you have not told them anything about him either. Not even his name or what he does for a living. How am I doing so far?" Elle did not answer. She daren't!
"Unbelievable" said Kaye, both her mouth and eyes wide open now looking at Sherlock in awe and admiration.
"Quite remarkable, how on Earth could you tell we live in Kew or that one of us has had sex this morning?" queried Em.
"Ah, two of you then. Well it is quite simple. I use all my senses and powers of deduction and observation, when necessary. Of course none of which I needed for this as Em, Kaye, [he stared at them each in turn, looking for their reaction] I am S!" He said these three last words very deliberately and slowly, a beautiful smile breaking across his face.
"Whaat?" stumbled Em.
"Emma, Kaye, this is Sherlock Holmes. My boyfriend, my lover. I have been staying here with him recently when not at Kew."
"No, you are pulling our leg, surely?"
"No, Kaye. Elle wanted me to meet you. I am afraid this little charade was my idea - part of my gift for Elle's birthday tomorrow. Sorry."
"This is why I could not give you more than just his first initial over the phone. Just how many "Sherlock's" do you think there are?"
"But you are the famous detective, aren't you?"
"Yes, Em, I am the err, famous, detective. Elle and I met on a case a couple of months ago."
"Oh my God, Elle. No wonder you kept it quiet."
"I am afraid you will need to now too, if I may ask you. Very few people outside our inner circle know of our love for one another. I do not want Elle, or either of you now for that matter, to be put into any danger because of our relationship."
A timid knock resonated the door. On the ok to enter Mrs Hudson opened it wearing a huge smile. "Did you surprise them then Elle? I hope you girls like Sherlock. Maddening creature really, but lovely with it, even if he has shot holes in my bloody wall. Sherlock, I am off now, back to see my brother - will be home by the weekend hopefully - you'll be at John's. Elle, have a lovely birthday tomorrow dear. I have left a little something for you from me with Sherlock. Nice to have met you both. Sure I will see you again. Bye all."
"Goodbye Mrs Hudson." Elle stood up and gave her a hug and kissed her cheek. "Thank you."
"Goodbye Mrs Hudson. I hope your brother is well on the mend now he is home from hospital."
"Thank you Sherlock. You know Elle, you are in danger of turning him into a nice and caring person!" She waved and turned before Sherlock could come back with any retort (a rarity for him - he recalled John saying he would outlive God to have the last word) and was down the stairs and into the street in a far more spritely fashion than anyone may have imagined for a woman of her years.
"You really are S, aren't you?" Em was studying Sherlock's and Elle's faces.
After standing up to embrace Mrs Hudson Elle had sat on the arm of Sherlock's chair instead of with her friends, his arm naturally curling around her, resting against her thigh. "Yes. Sherlock is S from my texts. He wanted to meet you so I thought today would be good as we were meeting in town anyway."
"Elle has mentioned you both to me and I thought it unfair you knowing nothing about me but I do have some strange enemies, which is why we need to be careful. As Elle pointed out you refer to your partners as B and T in texts so, so long as I remain as S, hopefully there should be no problem. My brother could give you nightmares if he ever told you what can be picked up from texts floating around."
"Fascinating." Em truly looked awestruck by the whole situation.
"Anyway, what is your plan whilst you are in the London today?" enquired Sherlock.
"We are going to start with a light lunch somewhere, then we have tickets to a show this evening, so a proper meal first, after some serious retail therapy, well, quality window shopping at least." Kaye was more than happy to explain.
"Do you want Elle to open her gifts while you are out today together or would you rather she leave them here for her to have tomorrow?" Sherlock had eyed the bags at the side of the settee.
"We have one gift for Elle for later as part of today, but the rest she can have..." suddenly Kaye blushed, putting her hand across her mouth, and giggled in such a girly fashion Sherlock was partially taken aback. "I think she can have the rest tomorrow." A knowing look flashed between Elle's two best friends.
Em questioned the man in the room: "Could you tell me something please, may I call you Sherlock? How did you know earlier one of us has had sex this morning? Is it to do with scent?" Em obviously felt body conscious and wondered if others could detect pheromones or something too.
"Please both of you call me Sherlock. No. It is usually more to do with the flush of the skin, but I was not exactly grasping at straws, as I knew for sure Elle had." A wink then a modest smile rippled his stunning lips and the girls - all three this time - giggled, Elle's cheeks burning red at his open confession.
A knock on the outer door interrupted proceedings and Sherlock leapt, gazelle-like, out of his chair and straight down the stairs to open it, knowing Mrs Hudson was by now on her way to Kent.
A few moments later two men entered the room, one already in full flow about the reason for his calling. "... straight forward Sherlock, but this has got the whole Yard buzzing. I have phoned John to meet us here too, he said he is available. This could be big. And before you ask I have remembered you are unavailable tomorrow. You did not say... sorry, I didn't know you were with clients..."
"These are not clients Greg, they're Elle's friends. Elle." He paused to give her chance to introduce her friends to the new arrival.
"Greg I would like you to meet Kaye Davis and Em Garrison, my house mates from Kew. Girls, this is Greg Lestrade, Detective Inspector Greg Lestrade. Sherlock helps him with some of his weirder cases." The girls rose from the settee and shook hands with the new arrival, who spotted the 'happy birthday' bags, now on a table, as he took Elle's hand, then kissed her cheek.
"Birthday - whose birthday?"
"Mine. Tomorrow."
"Ah, so that is why you're not going to be available Sherlock." The man being talked to raised a very angular eyebrow at the other man's comment and knowing smile.
"Morning. It seems very busy up here." A third male had just joined the group all now standing in the middle of the room. John Watson had let himself in and come up the stairs during the introductions to Greg. He too kissed Elle on the cheek on his arrival, passed over a very large Happy Birthday bag holding wrapped presents ["for tomorrow from Mary and me"] then embraced her far less formally than the DI. Elle now introduced Em and Kaye to him.
"Right. You guys look as though you have a different kind of party to be getting to. See you both soon. Sherlock, I will see you tonight." She went over to him for a quick peck, but that was never going to happen. Sherlock held the tops of her arms and kissed her properly, intensely, deeply, disregarding the larger than usual and completely spellbound audience.
"Have a good day ladies. What time do you think you will be home tonight?"
"Somewhere around 11 I imagine, if we are seeing a show."
"Try not to be any later. I have a promise to fulfil, remember?" He winked and smiled.
"Be careful." This time she did get away with just a peck. "All of you, be careful." Her latter comment being pointed at John and Greg as well. After a chorus of 'nice to have met you's from both sides Elle led her two friends out of the door on to a bright but cool Baker Street.
"Oh my God, Elle. When you said you had a lover..." Em looked both shocked and impressed.
"He's gorgeous" added Kaye dreamily.
"Yes, he is rather" Elle agreed, feeling very pleased her friends had finally met her man. A walk and much hilarity later the girls found themselves arm in arm, deep in conversation, some serious window and proper shopping done, plus a lot of catching up as in recent times the three of them had spent so little time alone together.
"I will grab my coat and scarf and be with you." Sherlock unhooked his outerwear from behind the flat door and was just about to wrap the scarf around his neck when Greg stopped him.
"You appear to have been injured Sherlock?"
"Injured? No. It seems, passionate love making is not always totally pain-free." A wry smile and the scarf once again covered up the evidence of his mauled clavicle. John gave him a raised eyebrows 'I told you so' look as the three men descended the stairs and left the confines of the flat.
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