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Disclaimer: I do not own any part of BBC SHERLOCK. It belongs to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's estate, the BBC, Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss. I gain nothing from my story financially. I enjoyed writing it, hoping you will have pleasure reading it equall

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It had happened once before. They had fallen asleep immediately after sex for one of them to wake to find they were still latched together. Now it had happened again, perhaps the still worn cock ring giving his form substance, but as Sherlock woke a tingling sensation made him realise he was still inside his sleeping lady. She stirred ever so slightly beneath him, stimulating him again totally unconsciously to the point of erection. He was about to pull away when a tiny voice whispered "Stay".
"Oh, baby" he exclaimed, capturing her lips with his own, pushing himself once again deeper within her. He was becoming quite concerned they were getting obsessive about the sex they were having, the amount of it at least, but now he was there again nothing else seemed to matter.
She opened her still bleary eyes and said "Shower". He got the gist of her meaning and rolled so he was under her, then pulled them both into standing, her wrapping her arms and legs around him he carried her to the bathroom, still attached, turned on the shower and trapped her against the wall as they finished this latest frenetic dance. As their bodies naturally separated and the shampoo and shower gel ran down their physiques the cock ring descended to the shower tray in a sea of bubbles.
"If you want to get through to morning without company, make sure I don't sleep in that thing again. After the day we had I wouldn't have expected you to want me anywhere near you. I can't quite believe what we did yesterday. I'm still so knackered."
"I was pleased you carried me in here. I was not convinced I can walk or will sit down properly for a week! Wow. What a birthday. We will have to plan something similar for yours. That was more than a marathon! God, you were amazing!" They laughed and kissed together whilst conditioner was finally rinsed away.
Sherlock left the shower, slung a towel around his hips, then held one out for Elle as she turned off the shower and picked up the cock ring, which she dried before wrapping her towel under her arms. A couple of smaller towels for their hair and they made their way back into the bedroom to dry and dress, Elle stowing all her new toys in a lockable bedside drawer.
Breakfast was just coffee and toast as whilst dressing Sherlock had got a call from Greg Lestrade to say his services would be really useful today, if he was available. The consulting detective texted back in the affirmative and left his Baker Street home after kissing his lady friend goodbye.
Elle was in a quandary about what to do with her day when she received a phone call from Em (and Kaye) to ask if she wanted to meet them in Harrods' Tea Room for an afternoon tea. She agreed but suggested lunch as an alternative plan, not knowing how late back Sherlock was likely to be. Two girls on the District Line from Kew Gardens to South Kensington, Elle on the Circle Line, also to South Kensington, then a gentle walk through the sunny London streets together to Harrods - Elle needing some fresh air to clear away the cobwebs. Finally there seemed to be true warmth in the air, and the streets of the Capital sprawled at their feet for discovery.
Upon meeting, Elle thanked her friends for their kind gifts and cards. They asked about what else she had received from others and she told them about the chocolate biscuits, negligee, bedding and bouquet, but failed to mention the handcuffs or cords from John and Mary. She also thanked them with a little flush for their more 'exciting' gifts. When the girls expressed that they were 'a funny', bought obviously before they knew who 'S' was and not to worry if neither was ever used, she indelicately informed them they were too late, on both accounts. A lot of silly girly giggling ensued.
Lunch was beautiful. The environment was opulent and sedate. Although both her friends went for a glass of wine with their lunch, Elle had an icy Dandelion and Burdock to refresh her, having been on Champagne nearly all the previous day (and surprised not to have any hangover - must have boiled off all the alcohol!). Em asked what 'S' had given her for her birthday and if he had taken her out. Elle showed her friends her new bracelet and explained she and 'S' had stayed at Baker Street, having a quiet lunch and a wonderful Italian meal for dinner. Asked what they did all day totally innocently by Kaye, Elle felt her face burn with a flush she could not disguise and the two friends read from that what they wanted. Their greatest imagination would not come close to reality Elle considered.
"You stayed in all day, having sex?" Kaye quizzed quietly.
"Not all day, most of it. Damn, there, I have said it. Don't let on I told you."
"Oh my God, Elle. Was it good?"
"Fantastic" she replied with a sigh and a slight moan, her eyes rising to the heavens. "He is phenomenal."
"I am surprised you suggested a walk today" whispered Em, looking slightly sheepish.
"I surprised myself I could walk" Elle laughed looking equally sheepish and glad they were in a dark secluded corner of this stunning tea room.
"So he tried one of the cock rings then?"
"Oh yes. That thing is amazing. We tried one late last night. Oh, and this morning."
"Again this morning?"
"Well, he fell asleep in it last night and was good to go again." She refrained from saying he had slept within her.
"Just how many times did you have sex yesterday?" Em queried in a muted tone.
"No idea. It never occurred to me to start counting but it was a lot. We just had a really physical and unbelievable day."
"Gosh. All over the apartment?"
"No, just a few chosen places."
"Bedroom, for sure", said Kaye. Elle closed her eyes and tried, failing desperately, to look passive.
"Bedroom mainly." She hoped her openness and honesty would close the subject.
"Bathroom of course, or should I say shower?" Em responded. Elle again tried not to give anything away, but her friends were continuing to dig and reading her like a book.
"Where else I wonder? I know, the lounge? Yes, there was a glint there. The settee?" Em smiled at her own skills. "Yes. Your Sherlock would be proud of me and my powers of deduction."
"It was actually his chair" Elle clarified, feeling they were not going to let this drop. 'Your Sherlock' - Em's words lingered in her head.
"Any more do you think Em? Look at her face. Yes! Look, there is a guilty pleasure still hidden."
Elle closed her eyes but could not keep that knowing look or ridiculously childish grin off her face. "Damn you, damn you both, leave me alone." The other two laughed menacingly.
"Just tell us then Elle. The pain will be over much quicker."
"Or we will just keep digging and asking until your eyes tell on you. You know they will."
"OK. But you must never say anything. You are supposed to be my friends - my best friends! You're not supposed to hound me like this" Elle retorted in a shouted whisper.
"Hallway?" spouted Kaye.
"Walls are too sharp. Stairs though maybe?" replied Em. They were going to get it out of Elle one way or another.
"OK, ok. It was the kitchen, all right?"
"Leaning against where?" asked Kaye indiscreetly.
Again Elle closed her eyes. "Shit. It was on the sodding table if you must know!"
"Wow. Sounds like you really had an amazing day." Elle just blinked slowly, sighing, remembering, and smiled.
Meanwhile across town after analysing and deducing the latest unspotted and case-solving definitive facts of an east London murder Sherlock found himself alone with John and Greg.
"Greg, I have been asked to thank you for the kind box of chocolate biscuits on Elle's behalf. We did not eat any yesterday, but I am sure we will get round to them sooner rather than later. And thanks John for all the presents from you and Mary, also very much appreciated."
"Did she try any of them on?" asked John raising an unsubtle eyebrow at Sherlock, being careful what he said in front of the DI.
"She tried them all on, eventually. The negligee was stunning. Wow. The others fitted well too" he tried to say without smirking or thinking back too much to the day before. As Sherlock walked across the room he unconsciously stretched and rubbed his back.
It was the DI who asked "Have you injured yourself Sherlock?"
"I think I pulled something in my back yesterday morning, in the shower. It still feels tender."
"Did you go out for the day?"
"No, we stayed at Baker Street." One of the Met's men called Greg away to overview something about the case, leaving Sherlock and John alone.
"Oh shit, Sherlock. Did you spend all day in bed?"
"No. I just said I pulled a muscle in the shower. But I will tell you this John: we never dressed! And some of that was thanks to you. Handcuffs? Rope? The negligee is stunning. You must have known we would put it all to good use the way we did. I am guessing that was the idea?"
"Yes, but not necessarily all yesterday. You could have saved something for later in the week at least" the doc said sarcastically. "I know what you mean about the negligee though, Mary has one as well, though we bought her a different colour."
"Why not? It was an amazing day, incorporating some of Elle's birthday presents into the proceedings. It was truly remarkable. I have never felt so stimulated and alive as I did yesterday. What an unbelievable woman."
"You spent the whole day having sex, didn't you?"
"Well, not all the day. There were some breaks, even a couple of meals and a few siestas, in between. Oh John, it was absolutely fantastic. Tell me, Elle asked me to ask you, do you know the purpose of or physical explanation for female ejaculation?"
"Jesus, Sherlock." Sherlock laughed loudly at his friend's reaction.
"Well what did any of you expect when she received ropes, handcuffs, cock rings and a vibrator as presents?"
"Seriously? Who were the cock rings and vibrator from?"
"Elle's house mates. Be brave, my friend, and get a cock ring - amazing, absolutely amazing. I fell asleep in one last night and woke up ready to go again this morning. And that was after the day we had." He also refrained from saying exactly where he slept.
"Did you throw your back screwing in bed then?"
"No, as I said, that happened in the morning shower. She orgasmed so brutally my legs gave way and I twisted awkwardly." Sherlock grinned widely again as John's eyes rolled. "I'm only a little stiff. It will wear off."
"Sounds like you were a little stiff all bloody day."
"Hah!"
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