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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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As 8pm approached Elle gave Sherlock her key to the car so he and the Watsons could put their's and her luggage in the boot. She stood embracing Emma in the kitchen.
"Wish me luck. I feel going to the scaffold would be an easier option but it is so important to Sherlock I meet his family." The embrace broke and the two girls stood opposite one another to have the first private word they had managed over the period Elle had been back at Kew.
"You will be fine Elle. Sherlock is right. If they love and care about him at all they are bound to love you as he most definitely does. I am sure it will be nowhere near as bad as you are imagining. Text me if you want to, text me later tonight anyway so I know you arrived safely and got settled in."
"I have loved this last 24 hours with you. I cannot believe how well everyone got on together. I feel a little for the Watsons being thrown into the mix but they said they have really enjoyed it and understand why we three get on so well."
"Well tell them we understand why you and Sherlock get on so well with them as well: the fit is so good between the four of you. No wonder the guys are such a strong sleuthing team. Let us know when you are returning home and whether you will be able to stay in Kew en route back. I know from seeing you and Sherlock around one another if he gets called to the City for work reasons you will go as well. He really does start to twitch when you are not around."
"Unless he is working. Then he seems to be ok. I am getting as bad though."
Putting her hand in her pocket Emma removed something to give to Elle. "I would like you to take this with you so you can do something for me."
"What on Earth do you want me to have one of those for? You can record on a mobile anything you need." Emma had given her a dictaphone.
"Yes, but what I need is you to record something I don't think either you or I would want finding on a mobile, and then leave it for Kaye and me."
"What is it you want?"
"I want you to record a Guide for Dummies on how to perform the perfect blow job."
"I cannot do that. What Ben and Tony would want and need could be completely different to what I do; I could only supply a 'Guide for Dummies on how to perform the perfect blow job on Sherlock'."
"I know, but it would give us all at least an idea where to start. Elle, tell me honestly - I won't say anything until after you have gone, to Kaye and the boys, but we all really want to know..."
"What is on your mind now?"
"Your answer to Ben's question about 'Deep Throat' seemed too clinical, cold and even slightly evasive. We were all talking about it earlier. John and Mary said they don't know for sure. Can you deep throat Sherlock?"
Elle blinked very slowly. "Of course I can. [The two friends smiled at one another.] It takes practise and a very understanding partner. Sherlock is still trepidatious about moving when I do it, but... we will get there."
"You really love it don't you, blow jobs generally I mean?"
"Yes. It has a unique intimacy I cannot explain. Learn to give Ben a good blow job. Tell him you need to practise and get used to the feeling. I'll prep some instructions, your homework will be practise first. Same for Kaye, as Sherlock said if neither of them are enjoying it they cannot be doing it quite right. I need to go. I love you."
Another hug and the girls walked towards the door together with their arms around each other's waists. Ben, Kaye and Tony were standing outside talking with Sherlock, John and Mary who were getting ready to get in the car.
"Thank you for the car this week. I have really enjoyed it here yet again - this place is very kind to me. Hopefully we'll see you en route back to Baker Street." Sherlock kissed Kaye then Emma on the cheek, then shook hands with Ben and Tony. He liked Tony now too. John and Mary stood in line to also say their farewells.
Finally Elle took her chance. "Cheers Ben. Look after Em for me. Try and stop her using that damn crystal ball of hers!" She flicked her eyes towards her friend.
"What? Oh you mean the read-you-like-a-book syndrome she has? I haven't decided yet whether I think it is clever and uncanny, or just plain annoying. It is definitely weird. Take care Elle. Sherlock and you are great together." Elle embraced Ben and he kissed her cheek as she kissed his.
A hug and a kiss for Kaye and Tony each and then Elle was back into the arms of Em. "I know you don't need to hear this and you definitely don't need me to say it, but Kris would have approved of Sherlock. I can see now just how much in love you two really are. I think you've found your soulmate."
"Thanks Em, that means a lot actually. I am sure Sherlock would have liked Kris too, as a friend." Another kiss and a promise of a text message later and the Hybrid car whirred into being as Elle fastened her seatbelt, fished out her glasses (only wears them when driving in case her eyes get tired) and rolled away nearly silently out of the leafy suburb of Kew.
Elle drove straight onto the A316 out of Kew, which eventually became the M3. They had been right to plan to leave at this hour. Though there was still some traffic it was not too bad and they were able to get out of Greater London quickly and onto the motorway. They were all talking about the last 24 hours they had spent with Elle's house mates when they found they were already closing in on the outskirts of Winchester and Sherlock was getting ready to direct her to the small village of Easton where his family home was situated.
Shortly before 9pm they turned into a tree-lined, gravel-strewn drive and pulled up outside an exquisitely proportioned country cottage. The summer sun was beginning to set over its white walls and black slate roof, had it been thatched it could not have looked anymore picture perfect than it did already. The large wooden door opened as the car came to a standstill and there stood three people, all smiling expectantly. Sherlock winked at Elle as she put the car into 'park', engaged the foot-break and switched off the engine, and he leapt as though jumping off burning coals out the car and flew into the arms of his mother. Kissing her on both cheeks he then put his arms around his Dad and kissed him too. Finally a passioned embrace and enthusiastic handshake for his brother Mycroft, standing behind his parents, looking out of place, all City-suited, but happy.
Elle gulped. She and the Watsons all got out the car and made their way over. Sherlock re-introduced John first as they knew him from three years ago, then Mary ["This is John's wife"] and then Elle. She shook hands with Mr ["Please call me Will"] and Mrs ["Please call me Debbie"] Holmes. Finally she stretched out a hand to Mycroft which he took, kissed, then gave her a gentle peck on the cheek, then the pair embraced and Elle returned a kiss to Mycroft's cheek, the animosity of late April forgotten, or forgiven at least.
The four friends returned to the car and brought in their luggage, including gifts from Sherlock of a bottle of single malt whisky for his Dad, best London Gin for his Mum, plus a few bottles of his favourite Merlot. The seven of them piled into the house and Sherlock immediately led his friends upstairs to deposit their luggage. They all turned right and went to the spare room first where John and Mary would be staying then back across the stairs along the landing a little way into Sherlock's bedroom. Very simply decorated his room was a cool dark muted purple colour. They left their bags and headed into the lounge as Will was asking his wife and eldest son what they wanted to drink.
The three friends followed Sherlock as they were invited to 'sit anywhere' with Elle waiting to see where Sherlock would settle, then sat on the floor next to him, leaning against his chair, he returning to a favoured pastime of playing with her hair.
Will offered to get the guests drinks too. Sherlock and John both having Scotch with him and Mycroft, Mary a Martini (as he was making one for Debbie) but Elle just had a long glass of ice-laden water, sinking over two thirds of it very quickly. She was thirsty after the drive and bacon and egg butties.
They all talked and laughed together. Mycroft became the centre of attention after his invite to Chequers, explaining he had been advised on a certain decorum expected, which included smart casual at worst clothes-wise (jeans strictly forbidden - each of the four new arrivals noting they were all in jeans, Sherlock was unsure his brother even owned any), etc and who the ministers, private secretaries and foreign dignitaries he would be sharing the visitation with were. The usually unflappable Mycroft actually looked quite nervous at the prospect.
One intriguing observation both Elle and John made was the sweet rivalry between Mycroft and Sherlock. Even with them and Mary there the two brothers were constantly vying for the main attention of their parents. Children nearly again, they bickered and showed off, sulked, teased one another and played up to the audience. Not only was this great as far as Elle was concerned, as she was now seeing the unofficial Mycroft - even if he looked as though he had just stepped off the advertising hoarding for some Bond Street tailor - she was learning about Sherlock more quickly than she had at any point since their romance began. The chemistry between the brothers was electric, totally different from how she had perceived their relationship from the time she had spent previously with the pair together. There was no doubt about the true affection between them which Sherlock had mentioned that, until now, she had not witnessed.
Though his attire said otherwise, Mycroft was now relaxed. He laughed and joked, engaging with everyone in the room. Surprised with her findings Elle had discovered a really lovely man, hiding in plain sight, in his armour of suit and tie. Eccentric, verbose and keenly intelligent, more similarities with his younger sibling were starting to emerge, and she was shocked to find herself attracted to Mycroft, though not in the same way she was with Sherlock. Mycroft, without his London air of power and formidability, was incredibly charming.
Sherlock's parents were the first to bid the room goodnight and they headed to bed just after 11:30pm. Elle, Mary and John all made their excuses about half an hour later and headed upstairs, leaving the two brothers to talk. Elle went into the bathroom, brushed her hair and teeth, face cleansed and moisturised, plaited her hair and then went into the shower for a splash and dash refresher, before heading into the bedroom to find her pyjamas. She had just finished sending a text to Emma explaining they arrived safe, the family had been most welcoming and she was starting to relax more now, as Sherlock came into the bedroom, kissed her, stripped, grabbed his robe and headed for the bathroom. He returned to the bedroom, refreshed and groomed, closed the door (what, no lock?), hung his robe on a peg, walking across the room, naked.
"Are you cold, or are you wearing pyjamas so I can have the pleasure of removing them?"
"I am not cold Sherlock. I just thought it seemed more appropriate than being nude."
"I don't want you nude, Elle. I want you naked, and raw, and in my arms." He began to undo the buttons on the pale grey silk nightwear. "Make love with me." His breathing was already shallow. He sidled down the bed to kiss her breasts, stroking her right one with his left hand whilst his right hand removed her pyjama bottoms. "Tell me you want me..." His words sounded slightly smothered as his mouth was still engaged, nuzzling in her breasts, but they were also slightly nervous and incredibly emotional.
"Of course I want you."
"Good." He said no more. In the blink of an eye he pushed himself deeply inside her. A long sensual kiss that confirmed his intentions, an open-mouthed moan floated away from her lips, her abdominals, pelvic floor and glutes all tightened around him. He stared into her eyes sighing demonstrably. "Deep in my brain somewhere, maybe for years without realising it, I have longed for this moment" he murmured near her ear.
"What do you mean?" she whispered back.
"You remember wondering whether I wanted to be seen by Mrs Hudson back at Baker Street? ["Umm?"] Ever since you said you would come and meet my parents I have envisaged my body on top of yours, inside yours, making love in this bed."
"Surely you don't want to be seen by your Mum or Dad?"
"No. But knowing they, and Mycroft, could be wondering whether we are doing exactly what we are doing really..." He sighed again, his head falling forwards, a smile curling across his lips, his body penetrating further within her.
"Really turns you on" she finished. He nodded. "Tell me Sherlock, just how quiet do you want me to be?" He looked in her eyes again as she played with his hair, her left eyebrow raised, as she suggestively licked her front teeth.
"Quiet. But not too quiet." He smiled devilishly, flicking both his brows at her, twice.
"Do your Mummy and Daddy know they raised such a naughty boy?" she whispered.
"No. But they're about to." The gentle, loving rocking movements ceased. Sherlock's inner naughty boy came to play. He began forcibly thrusting. Elle released a vocalised sigh. "Perfect" he smiled, continuing his barrage of jolts and thrusts, sliding his hands under those tightened glutes to change her angle just slightly. His dorsal vein re-connected to her G-spot, but she was not going to whimper too much. Not because she did not want the household to hear, but because she did not want him to change his position: he was exactly where she wanted him. Blood was coursing through her veins now like water through an ever-narrowing gorge. Very quickly her body went into sexual spasm.
Heat, tantamount to a boiling kettle, seemed to be exuding from her body through her pores. Sherlock seemed to have picked up on the dramatic temperature change as he exaggeratedly licked one of his fingers, touched her shoulder and made a sizzling sound as if it burned. He rubbed his left cheek against her left cheek, his eyes closed, him nearly humming in ecstasy. "I love it when your body gives in to mine" he trilled.
"So do I!"
Exponentially they headed for a mutual orgasm. Accepting more shallow but accelerated thrusts from her lover Elle clawed her fingers in his hair, took his lips full on hers as her body yet again arched to the lascivious nature of his attention. His hands squeezed her bum cheeks as a series of final jolts confirmed the inevitable. As their lips separated she moaned, ecstatically and loudly, far more loudly than she would have intended, but control of any kind had long since departed her.
"Wow" he breathed. "That reminded me of a ringtone I used to have." He smiled reflectively, thinking, wondering momentarily where Irene Adler was, what she was doing and, more importantly to him, what she would think if she could see him now. He looked into the eyes of the woman in his arms, seeing a diamond-like tear in the outer corner of her left eye, and all thoughts of anything but her disappeared. He plucked her bottom lip with both of his own, so imperceptibly, his lips had released before she had opportunity to acknowledge the connection and respond. The corners of her mouth curled as her lips reached to charge his. His hands moved from underneath her to around her face and he kissed her so passionately for a fraction of a moment her heart appeared to stop in her breast. Another quieter moan dissipated from her.
His body was now totally flattened against hers. His right ring finger delicately collected the tear and he touched it to his tongue. "That... is real love juice" he murmured as he rested his head on its side on her right shoulder, his brain closed down, focus fuzzed away and he fell asleep. She cradled him affectionately, realising a brain like his could switch off totally, as sleep enveloped her also.
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