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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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May Day Bank Holiday Monday and all seemed right with the world. Elle woke still curled up in the arms of the man she loved so much. She had agreed to move in with him, though her brain felt it was too early her heart wanted it as much as he seemed to. He was delighted. She knew he wanted to tell someone so she suggested he told John and Mary officially. He had mentioned to John he had asked her, and she had sought counsel from Mary before she made her decision.
A bonanza of fruit was on offer for breakfast when Sherlock and Elle made their way down to the kitchen. There was melon, cut into bite-size chunks, grapes, strawberries, blueberries and membrane-free segments of pink grapefruit, all in a bowl in the middle of the table. John was just getting two glasses of orange juice as Elle nodded and a further two glasses were filled. The whole thing was so refreshing. Milk and sugar were already on the table when Mary carried over the coffee and started to pour some into mugs, both Watsons taking milk only, the others no milk but two sugars each.
"We have something to tell you" started Sherlock.
"We have something to say first" interjected John. "We would like to again thank you for last night. It was the most exhilarating experience, and eye-opening, for both of us. We were talking about it again this morning, realising just how much we had enjoyed it."
"You really are sex gurus you know" added Mary. "You could potentially make a much better living out of that than detecting or PR work."
"I don't think we would be quite so good with anyone else. It is because of our relationship with you two we are able to have so much fun" Elle said, firmly dismissing the obviously jokey consideration for a new direction in her's and Sherlock's careers.
"What was it you were about to say Sherlock?"
"Oh, nothing very important John, I just thought we ought to tell you that Elle has agreed to move into Baker Street with me." He sounded a little sulky as he said it, that childish schoolboy showing himself again, but smiled broadly at his friends realising their comments would probably have never been aired if he had spoken first.
"Wow! That is wonderful news. I am so pleased for you both." Mary jumped up and hugged and kissed Elle, then went over and did the same same to Sherlock as well, positively beaming at both of them. John followed, kissing and embracing Elle first then embracing his best friend.
"I guess this time Mrs Hudson will be right and her new tenant won't be needing the second bedroom!"
Sherlock smiled at his friend. "Mrs Hudson will be right John, Elle won't, but that second room will always be there and available for you and Mary." John nodded an acknowledgement of the open invitation, to stay and always be welcome at Baker Street.
Talking and laughing, just being together as a four in each other's company, was a great way to finish their long weekend at the Watsons. Sherlock and Elle headed back to Baker Street with light hearts and smiles on their faces. Sherlock insisted Elle opened the door to 'her' apartment and she led him through the black door and up the stairs. A note pinned to the flat door from Mrs Hudson said she was around but out with her neighbour, Mrs Turner. Sherlock said he would talk to her tomorrow about the development.
A quick refreshing shower saw the lovers back in their own room. Though tempted to start something in the shower, Sherlock wanted to take their pleasures to bed, kissing and caressing, stimulating themselves for the passionate encounter to come. They quit the shower cubicle and headed there after their usual nighttime routines.
"Make love with me" he murmured smirking, his eyes half closed as he climbed under a top sheet, even the summer-weight duvet was too warm now and had been cast asunder to the floor. British weather!! It had been a very warm day and far in the distance rumbles of thunder could be heard. Elle pushed up the bedroom window, as wide as she could, leaving the curtains nearly fully open, no light on, then glanced around to see a slightly dampened top sheet clinging to the form of Sherlock's badly-towelled body. The thought of a future game flash-bombed into her head.
"The storm seems to be heading this way. I hope it clears the air and makes it feel less humid." She slipped under the sheet next to him, her hand immediately stroking his chest. Her eyes open, dilated, then half closed like his. Her lips on his; her tongue invaded his mouth, touching his tongue, encouraging it to follow the retreat of her own. Deeper and incredibly passionately they kissed and mauled one another with mouths alone. Soft moans emanated from both sides of the kiss as hands and fingers infiltrated the hair of the other and they squirmed and fought to intensify this heady canoodling.
Sherlock forced a roll of their bodies. Lifting his torso slightly off hers using his left arm as a scaffold, his right hand hand brushed down her neck and left shoulder until it rested where he wanted it, cupping and squeezing and gently kneading her left breast, his thumb rubbing her nipple. His body moved down hers so his mouth could engage with her stimulated teat. He sucked unashamedly and longingly, licking ever outwards until his tongue had traversed nearly all of her ample breast. The right one would have its day in the sun another time. She, in the meantime, was in rapture, threading her fingers through his hair and planting her hand on the back of his shoulders pressing him against her.
Beaming extensively Sherlock returned to kiss her lips, her neck then lips again, rolling away, lying on his back, eyes open and up towards the ceiling. Elle rolled towards him, admiring the contented smile on his face, and light in his eyes. She returned his kiss. Opening her mouth wide she surrounded his lips with hers then forced his apart with her tongue, engaging his with flicks to encourage him to follow her tongue with his into her mouth again, gorging themselves on more face-based stimulation. He groaned quietly.
"I have more kisses, for your body, if you want them" she whispered. He nodded, not speaking but closing his eyes to give her the freedom to do anything she wanted. A series of short pecks paved her route to her quest, his already stimulated phallus. She planted a kiss on the tip of his cock then proceeded to kiss and or lick every bit of his balls, shaft, then back up to the head which she gripped in teeth-structured lips, which slid along him, pushing his foreskin down, tantalising his glans with her tongue, sliding back up, kissing the tip again then returning deftly, building a rhythm that was steadily but exponentially blowing his mind.
"Stop, stop!" he cried out "unless you want to take me. I'd rather make love with you." He sighed as she released him, returned to pillow level and engaged his lips with hers. She had wanted his ejaculation. Subtlety abandoned she rolled on to her back, he placed his own weight on top of her and pressed himself inside, feeling her muscles contract around him, squeezing him, encouraging the slides, jolts and thrusts within her.
Love making, to him, had gone from an uninteresting hobby of others to one of his own preoccupations, loving loving her and being loved by her. He realised that he was happier than he had ever been, being in her arms, and if that included sensual and stimulating love making too, all the better. He did not regret spending over half his life loveless because now he had a love and passion for a woman he would not have believed possible, that most men would envy, and most women dream of. How lucky was he? Great things come to those who wait, they say. Well, they were right.
A loud crack of thunder caused Elle to flinch then, looking towards the window they noticed more and more lightning flashes; the storm was definitely closing in on their location. Elle wrapped her legs around Sherlock pulling him tightly to her.
"You are not frightened of a storm, are you?" he asked running his hand along the side of her face.
"No!" she replied dismissively. Rain was now rhythmically drumming on the pavement and windows, getting faster, harder.
"Oh, shit, it's turning you on!" She sighed in answer. "Then I think we ought to make something of it." Sherlock threw off the sheet, rolled them to the edge of the bed so he was on his back, then gradually slipped both of them gently to the floor on to the discarded duvet. Rolling again, his position back on top of his girl, kissing her constantly around her face and neck whilst the elements outside roared its power and he drilled his body into hers on the hard unforgiving floor.
Ecstasy enthralled them both as their bodies agonised and energised together. Without a care or concern for anything they made hard, but passionate love to one another, regularly rolling over, pleasuring each other as much as possible, giving rather than taking, as the storm crashed and flashed outside. They had soon rolled completely off the duvet and were now cavorting around on the bedroom carpet, totally indifferent to this new situation. Sherlock then realised with one more full roll together they would be directly under the window sill getting the best of what breath of air was available on this hot sultry night.
The air chilled him as he realised rain too was entering the room lightly and it dusted his skin. Turning over again they were against the wall now, Elle's bare skin uppermost, being delicately splashed by the few raindrops penetrating the open window. Moaning with delight at the refreshing dousing she received, she pressed her hands hard into the floor either side of Sherlock's shoulders and pushed, straightening her arms, hips hard on his, taking herself to orgasm in the process. He grabbed her head through her hair as her arms folded under the pleasure of the moment. He took the opportunity to roll again, away from the window, back on to the duvet, thrusting the last of his energy through his pelvis, she again tightening around him, as a flash of lightning illuminated the room, the thunder crackled only milliseconds later and he climaxed along with her.
Breathing deeply they pulled apart quite quickly for them, Elle stood at the window looking at the severity of the storm, enjoying the straying raindrops hitting her overheated and over-sensitised skin. Sherlock climbed on the bed draping the top sheet across him, still taking deep full breaths to return his heart-rate to normality. He suddenly started to groan, Elle looked over to him. His face seemed calm but his body was wracked with strain. She climbed onto the bed and took his cock into her mouth, sucking him, caressing him with her tongue. He came again. Now the tension in his frame started to dissipate and he relaxed. As her mouth released him, she took its contents up to his mouth and gave him a taste of himself, she swallowing the majority. A promise from her birthday fulfilled. She then moved down the bed slightly to rest her head on his chest, her left arm and leg crooked across him, breathing deeply yet again. "What do you think?"
"Yes, quite salty! At least I know now. Thanks for the rescue."
"Anytime - think nothing of it. I love to feel you come in my mouth." With the sheet up to Elle's chest, just above Sherlock's hips, they fell asleep. The storm had moved away, as though it had peered into the window to observe the lovers and their frolicking, then passed by and onwards. It was still raining but a pitter-patter had replaced the war-like drumming of before. The air felt cleansed and cooler, at last.
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