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Just after 4pm Elle let herself back into Baker Street. Her friends had wondered whether she would come home with them today but she said she had a potentially better offer from staying in Central London, and they did not deserve her company after taunting her all afternoon.
After taking off her coat she put the oven on high, then went into the bedroom, where she removed her make-up, refreshed then moisturised her skin, then changed into jogging pants and micro-fleece. Back in the kitchen, glancing at the innocent-looking table and the astonishing bouquet upon it, she pricked a couple of large potatoes and put them in the pre-heated oven on a wire shelf, having put a baking sheet lower down and coating the potatoes in an oil and salt solution. Setting an alarm for an hour, she left them to cook, returning to the bedroom to brush her hair then tie it up into a ponytail. Salad leaves were then washed and dried, tomatoes and cucumber washed but not sliced, a tin of tuna opened, drained, mashed with a little light mayonnaise then refrigerated. Everything was waiting now on the potatoes and the other's arrival home.
Fifty minutes later Elle received a text.
S:   On way home. Should I pick up something? SH
L:   No. Dinner nearly ready, just waiting on you. LJ x
S:   Home in 10 min.
Elle added plates to the oven to warm and turned down the heat, checked the potatoes, now cooked and crisping nicely. Looking at the table, smiling to herself, remembering their exploits, she admired the bouquet. She picked up her mobile again, this text was to the other Holmes brother.
L:   Thank you so much for my beautiful bouquet. How very kind. I look forward to perhaps getting to know the real you over Spring Bank Holiday at your parents. LJ
Nearly instantly she received a response.
MH:   My pleasure L. Glad you liked it. I look forward to meeting you properly too. I hope you had a good birthday and my brother is well. MH
A few minutes' later a door slam, some feet bounding upstairs and a tired but smiling brother to the other had arrived home. "Ummm, nice smell. Jacket potatoes?"
"Yes. I hope that is ok?" Sherlock put his arms around her and kissed her. "At least you are not too late."
"Lovely. I will go and wash and change." Elle got the tuna out the 'fridge, chopped the washed cucumber and tomatoes and dressed the salad with a thick reduction of balsamic vinegar. A small glass of white wine was poured for each of them. She had just taken the potatoes out of the oven with a piece of kitchen towel when Sherlock joined her at the table. They ate and talked about their separate days in turn, Sherlock thinking of something as he regaled some details to Elle, suddenly dashing to his phone and sending a text. "I knew something was plaguing me. I am so pleased to have you to talk things through with, sometimes it helps me see the final pieces fall into place."
Once eaten, and with a hot mug of coffee each taken through to the lounge, Elle and Sherlock sat in soft light and quiet, with them alternatively having their arms around one another whilst relaxing. Sherlock got up to go to the bathroom and grabbed his back as he stood upright.
"Come into the bedroom when you have done" Elle said as she followed Sherlock through the kitchen, but she passed the bathroom. He came in and she suggested top off and lie on his front. He felt four or five cold splashes on his back. Then Elle's weight straddled across his thighs, as she started to massage him in earnest. The cool drips were some form of oil, scented with eucalyptus. She massaged all his back from his hip bones up to the nape of his neck then, when most of the oil had been rubbed in elsewhere, onto his scalp. He groaned - trust the cranium to be an erogenous zone for a guy like him! Amazed at how much tension she was releasing her strokes were gentle at first but later she turned up the pressure and was kneading him with all her strength, especially around the shoulders and down his back.
"That" Sherlock said "feels so much better. Thanks Elle."
"Do you want another coffee?" Elle asked as she climbed off him as he rolled over on to his back.
"No, I want an early night." His eyes flashed, grabbing her hand to pull her back to the bed.
"You will undo all the good work I have just done."
"I don't care. I thought you were enabling me. You could always give me another massage. [His eyebrows rose quickly twice and he beamed.] What was the oil?"
"Just a natural eucalyptus massage lubricant. It warms the skin homoeopathically as well as works as a slippage barrier to prevent skin pulling, etc."
"It smells so good. I can feel my skin tingling. It feels like one of those heat treatment pads, but not as strong, and obviously less targeted."
"I'm glad it's doing the trick. Relax there and unwind a while. Here." She held out his sweatshirt towards him.
"I don't want to relax and dress now. I want to make love to you." Half a tantrum? she thought.
"Put your sweatshirt on and let it work for a bit of time on your muscles at least or you will rub it all off on me or the bed and not feel the benefits. I need to wash my hands. I would hate to transfer this anywhere sensitive."
"OK. [He sounded honestly disappointed.] I received a text from my mother this evening as I was in the cab, saying she is looking forward to meeting you over Spring Bank Holiday. I know we said we were going but what has happened?" He reluctantly pulled on the sweatshirt.
"Oh. I texted Mycroft to thank him for the flowers and said I looked forward to meeting the real, not official, him when we see him at your parents. You said you were going to confirm with your mother."
"Sorry, I forgot. I will ring now. It was very kind of you to text Mycroft to thank him, after your first encounter. He is probably trying to make amends."
"It was very kind and sweet of him to send the bouquet in the first place. I had not expected anything and it is rather spectacular."
Sherlock was true to his word. He phoned his parents immediately, actually speaking to his father as his mother was in the bath.
"Hi Dad... Very well thank you. You?... Yes, I am ringing to confirm both Elle and I will be coming over for the long Spring Bank Holiday weekend as was the original plan Mum and I put together a few weeks' ago... No Dad. We are not teenagers and we are lovers. My bedroom for the pair of us will be fine... I know this has not come up before but I have not been in love before either... Yes, Dad, I said love... [He glanced in Elle's direction] For her pains, she does. Goodness knows why... Mrs Hudson and the Watsons all like her very much, she and Mycroft have not got off on the best of terms but I think that is improving so I cannot see any reason why you and Mum will not like her equally... Thanks Dad. I will be in touch prior to Spring Bank if not before... OK. Love to you and Mum. Bye."
"That all sounded sweet. I am really looking forward to meeting your parents. Just my luck, a third Mr Holmes to meet, and his wife of course. It will give me an idea of what you may look like in a few years!"
"I should not get your hopes too high, bearing in mind what their only two sons have turned out like. I am closer to 40 than 30 and yet they still treat me like a teenager, especially as they see this as the first serious relationship I have had, excluding my friendship with John of course. He came to stay one Christmas... you know... [he avoided saying before he died] before he met Mary. He did stay in the spare bedroom though." Sherlock grinned at her.
"Where do your parents live?"
"They live in a country cottage in a hamlet outside Winchester, in Hampshire. Not too far away. It is just a pain to get to and from without a car."
"I have access to a car. The girls and I all share part ownership in a hybrid Toyota - no congestion charge etc, can actually exist within the M25 without paying through the nose for the privilege. It is a nippy thing and I am pretty sure I can get it, then we can stop overnight at mine and go from there. It will make it a short journey, even if the traffic is terrible."
"That would be great. Could you arrange that then? It would save time not having to use public transport."
"I will send a text now to the girls." Elle walked into the lounge, grabbed her phone, sat on the settee and sent one text to both Em and Kaye as Sherlock sat down beside her, his arm loosely furled across her back.
L:   Hi girls. Am I ok to have car for Spring Bank hol week? Want to go into country with S. Cheers Lxx
M:   No probs L. OK with K too. MB/KT staying here. When will u collect?
L:   S and I will prob stay overnight Thurs, then go from Q Fri some time. Will hopefully give all boys chance to meet.
M:   Are we ok now to tell B and T about S - more specifics - before then, so they know what/who to expect?
"Sherlock, looks like we can have the car. The girls and their guys are all staying at Kew over that long weekend. Em has asked if she and Kaye can tell Ben and Tony a bit more about you? They are really nice guys, and am sure very discreet, and I think Em feels they ought to know who to expect if they are going to meet you anyway...?"
"Yes, of course. Just make sure they are careful, like I explained to Em and Kaye when I met them."
L:   Go ahead, just repeat what S said 2 u re details via text or loose tongues potentially endangering any of u. See u then if not before.
M:   OK. Will do. Will wait until B and T are both here this weekend then tell them about S. Speak soon. Love to you both. Mx
"Thanks for that. It will not be quite such a shock to them when you walk through the door. The girls are looking forward to meeting you properly too, out of your environment. I am not sure they know what to make of you, or me for that matter, it has been so long since I was involved with anyone other than the odd 'cup of coffee date'."
"What is a 'cup of coffee date'?"
"When you meet someone and go out with them only once, just about surviving the ordeal to the cup of coffee at the end of dinner. That is why I took myself out of the market for so long after my last long-term relationship ended. I was being approached and picked up by incredibly unsuitable men, most of whom probably thought a forty-something would be a guaranteed easy lay."
"Were you four years without a lover before you met me then?"
"Yes. I thought I had told you. Kris and I had been together for nearly three years when it all came to an abrupt end. We had seen each other around at work, building our relationship on trust and friendship. My job role changed so I moved away from the place and he and I decided to 'give it a go' having a serious love life. Until then we had just become really good friends. We even dated occasionally when parties or gatherings came up if neither of us had a significant other to go with. We had known each other over two years before we slept together. It was a true friendship, then it changed."
Elle sighed. "Looking back, under different circumstances I don't think it would have been the long-term dream either of us had at the time, but we were both out of place, family-wise - you know, neither of our families were from the London area where we met. We enjoyed being together, all our mutual friends were saying it was going to be the match of the century."
"Where did he work?"
"He was one of my colleagues when I was working part-time temping for the Met as I mentioned to you. I used to see him sporadically when he used that particular office as his hot shoe when doing his 'red tape stuff' as he called it. We worked very separately - I was administrative support to the forensics and pathology department, and he was an armed officer - some special squad or other. We just kept crossing paths, and both finished up doing some investigating of our own, about each other."
"Who called time in the relationship?"
"Neither of us. Kris was seconded to a police force in the US. That was when Em and I first lived together. Kris introduced us. He knew Em was looking for lodgings in Greater London, and I was looking to buy as I was paying extortionate rates for rent. I liked the Kew area because of the Underground. Kris didn't officially live with me, he stayed regularly like Ben does with Emma, most weekends, etc. Kris was one of the UK's best armed officers and went to America to get some advanced certification to his sniper credentials. As part of the invitational specialist scheme he was encouraged to join the force in San Francisco, where he was training. He was killed during a siege two months short of finishing his year's secondment out there."
"God, Elle. I am so sorry."
"Now you know why I get a little anxious when you, John, and Greg for that matter, are off on some of these strange assignments. I have known the extremities of being close with the police."
"I guess you could have made life easier for yourself by not getting involved with someone who works alongside the police again."
"I know, but you can't choose who you fall in love with, and I am in love with you. I was fascinated by you from the moment we met, hence the delay tactics, but it never occurred to me you would reciprocate. That was why I was so surprised by your first kiss. When did you realise you wanted me to be more than a friend?"
"In Kew Gardens, when you took the flask and grapes out of your bag. Silly I know. We seemed to think so similarly. That was why I asked about seeing your bedroom so soon after entering your home. I suddenly wanted you. I felt a desire like I had never done before and needed to know... needed to know whether I could love you, physically I mean, or not. Did you not realise then that I was interested in you?"
"No. Not in that way. I guess I was so busy admiring the detective I did not see the man in front of me."
"Do you see him now?"
"Yes, of course."
"Well, that man wants to make love to you. Come with me."
Sherlock stretched out his hand, helped her up from the settee and led her towards the bedroom. No detour to clean teeth or anything Sherlock shut the door behind them. He turned Elle to face him and peeled off her micro-fleece and unclipped her bra, so confidently now. As ever he was distracted at this point, kissing and stroking her breasts, rubbing his face against them and sucking on one nipple, then the other.
Elle lifted Sherlock's sweatshirt off again finally and threw it to join her clothes on a chair. They indulged in a half-naked embrace, just enjoying the pleasures of feeling the torso of the other against them. Sherlock unwrapped himself from Elle's arms and walked around her, lifting her soft curls away from her skin so he could kiss the back of her neck and shoulders. By the time he turned her around, face on, she had plaited her hair slightly to the right, but had not had chance to put a band in it. They stared, dilated eyes into dilated eyes, dropped their own trousers and underwear to the floor, stepping out of them and removing socks at the same time.
Again leading her by the hand Sherlock took Elle to the bed, but he did not lie down. He sat on the edge of the open bed and pulled her towards him, getting her to stand either side of his legs, and lowered her on to him. Her head immediately dropped forwards in the ecstasy of the man within her. He was holding her hips, moving himself within her, she holding his head and neck into her breasts. Her head rose and she searched desperately for his lips, kissing him deeply, reacting to his movements, then hitting orgasm so quickly she accidentally bit his lower lip, causing a tiny speck of blood to bubble up. Her eyes looked into his apologetically, then she could not resist licking and tasting this different fluid from his body. She shuddered uncontrollably.
He was getting close himself now. His actions were getting less restrained and more forceful, holding her shoulders down so she was accepting everything he was giving her. Without warning he bellowed loudly his whole body tensing like a coiled spring. He was losing control. Elle pushed him backwards so he was lying prone on the bed and she knelt over him, taking him beyond the point of no return. Squeezing her thighs tightly around him she joined the moment of their total togetherness.
As breathing finally became easier Elle said "God that was good! We will have to remember that one."
"You're damn right we will. Oh shit. [He sighed deeply.] Elle, I don't think I am done. Want to take this one home with me?"
"What? You bet!" Putting his hands on her backside he executed a careful but quite vigorous roll, so he was now over her. "I am all yours!" She planted her feet.
"Good, in that case I want a leg." He prised her right leg off his left thigh and using his arm as a ramp, lifting and adjusting, he got his wish, her leg on his shoulder, enabling him to kiss it whilst he orgasmed a second time, her with him yet again.
Rolling so they were now both on their sides Elle asked "Just what voodoo magic are you working Sherlock? Not many guys can go twice like that."
He was still searching for air, gasping. It was pretty obvious he had blown his own mind. All he could do was shake his head. She pulled herself off him, grabbed two robes, threw one to the bed, put the other on then heaved him up on his feet, helped him on with his robe, then led him by hand to the bathroom. Sherlock went straight into the shower, again angling it not to wet his hair. Elle grabbed her clip and fastened her plait out the way, brushed her teeth and waited until Sherlock had left the cubicle before skinny-dipping herself. He cleaned his teeth and they returned to the bedroom together, drying off.
Two robes discarded they climbed into bed this time, cuddling up to one another. He moved and turned off the light as Elle took her turn to ask him a delicate question.
"Sherlock? ["Hmm?"] You know men sometimes have 'wet dreams' as they are called? ["umm?"] If I wake and you're having one, unconsciously I mean, may I have permission to take you to wake you?"
"You mean I would wake up already having sex with you?"
"One way or another, yes."
"Yes, be my guest. Wow, what a way to be woken. Beats the hell out of any alarm clock. Only problem is with such a promising prospect I am not sure I will ever sleep again."
"I think you will. Good night." She stretched upwards to kiss him. He smarted slightly. "Sorry about the lip. Not safe to have anything in my mouth when I orgasm." She grinned devilishly though it was dark.
"I thought giving oral took you nearly always to orgasm?"
"It does. Oh, ok, maybe not 'anything'." She blurted an uncontrolled giggle.
"Am I safe or not?"
Her voice softened to a delicate, evocative whisper. "I don't think you are ever safe with me around Sherlock. I only have to look at you and I want to eat you alive."
"I give permission for you to take me whenever you want me. No further consent than this conversation required from here. But... there is a rider..."
"Which is?" Elle thought she had guessed what it might be, and was right.
"I want the same consent with you."
"You have my consent. You can have me whenever you want me."
"Why did my blood turn you on? You seemed to buzz, even though initially you seemed distressed about hurting me."
"It was a taste of you I had not had the chance to enjoy before." Oh dear. She could not help herself. For only what was maybe the third time in her life she actually felt her eyes dilate. Just what message was she sending him? Her tummy contracted. She was close to orgasm again without him even touching her. She closed her eyes and tried to picture scenes of nature but snow-capped mountains, caves, geysers all seemed to rush to her mind and all had some sort of sexual connotation in her currently hormone-driven thoughts. The more she tried to think of anything but sex or Sherlock the worse it seemed to become. "Bloody uncontrollable libido" she whispered.
Sherlock understood. He knew exactly what was going on and what - at this moment - he could not do about it. Pushing the heel of his right hand on her pubic bone he slid his middle and index fingers inside her, his thumb stroking her clitoris. She was already only seconds away and contracted viciously around his digits. He pressed a kiss directly on her mouth, sucking her lower lip between both his own. Her left hand gripped his right as she made sure of its angle and took herself all the way using his. As she opened her eyes she could see in the dim light from the street outside him smiling at her. A stretched arm over the bed and a tissue reached and used and all was calm in the bedroom again. Back with her head near his heart, noting his heart rate had increased, she snuggled down for the night. "Sorry" she whispered.
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