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It was mid afternoon and all was calm in the Holmes' home. The four friends were talking about nothing in particular when a car pulled up the drive and Will and Debbie returned to their house, greeted by questions about the health of their friend from Sherlock and John and whether they had eaten anything from Elle - she had noticed they looked exhausted. The elder Holmes' confirmed they had not eaten since breakfast. Elle headed for the kitchen, put the coffee on to brew and started cooking, Mary followed and helped her, whilst Sherlock was attentive to his highly distraught mother.
Will explained to John mainly, but the girls in the kitchen also, that Jane had a case of severe food poisoning. The visiting doctor was so concerned, due to her age and symptoms, he had insisted she was taken by ambulance, and admitted into the local North Hampshire Hospital at Basingstoke. He had driven Debbie and Jane's husband Pete there and stayed whilst umpteen tests had been performed and Jane had been given fluids via intravenous drip after all the vomiting she had done overnight. They had then driven Pete home. He would contact the BNHH tomorrow and update them on Jane's condition as soon as he knew.
Mary walked over with a tray with coffee and milk and sugar on it, not knowing how either of Sherlock's parents drank it. Elle followed with some cheese, ham and tomato toasties she had made for them, which were gratefully received. Will asked his son what they had done in the time in between their leaving and now. Sherlock said they had wandered around the garden and spent some time in the summer-house talking, then most of the time in the house together as it seemed to be cooling off. No lies, just restrictive on truth, thought Elle.
Debbie and Will ate their toasties and drank their coffee with relish, more than ready for something. General conversation continued for a couple of hours. Debbie was going to think about planning something for dinner later, standing to head for the kitchen herself, but was more than slightly wobbly on her legs when she rose. Four alerted voices told her to sit back down; it was the fifth, calm authoritarian vocal of a doctor, however, she listened to.
"Mrs Holmes, Debbie. You are probably suffering a little from shock. Your friend is obviously poorly, which has upset you. Stay seated and relax. I'm sure any one of us can get anything and everything you need. You and Will have eaten recently. We all only ate a couple of hours before you so none of us are exactly starving. A snack will more than suffice later, a snack which we will provide for you, not the other way around. I would like you to force fluids though. Do you drink tea?" She nodded and Will, Sherlock and Elle headed back into the kitchen whilst John and Mary talked quietly, calmly and professionally with Debbie.
"OK Dad, how much do you really know? Mum seems a little more than upset just for a bad bout of food poisoning."

"You're right son. Jane does have food poisoning, but your Mum's friend Pat passed away last month and I think this episode brought all that and her own sense of mortality flooding back. It has been especially nice to have some time with us as a family, all together. You, Mycroft and us; more so with the addition of John, his wife, and the lovely Elle here." He smiled at Elle. "She is lovely Sherlock. Perfect for you. I have never seen you so contented." The kettle boiled and a pot of tea mashed. All drank tea except Elle who, Sherlock knew, did not like the stuff, so she resorted to more ice cold bottled water instead.
Debbie was looking around for her slippers. She decided she must have left them upstairs. Again impersonating the leap of a gazelle Sherlock was up and climbing the stairs returning in seconds with two pairs of slippers, explaining he had found his Dad's first so thought he may as well bring those down also. His Dad thanked him. He too looked stressed. John held Debbie's arm, sneakily but purposefully taking her pulse. He took Mary's and his own mugs into the kitchen, flashing his eyes at Sherlock, who followed him with his own and his father's - Debbie was still sipping from hers, not being very focused. John informed Sherlock his mother was tachycardic and would need to calm right down before he would be happy it was nothing more serious than stress.
Elle was talking to Will about music. He switched on his enviable sound system asking what she would like to hear. She offered the fact her favourite piece of classical music was Peer Gynt's 'Morning', which Will found to play on CD. Debbie's eyes closed and tension ran away from her like water down a drain. There was a lot of whispered talk over the next hour or so (as Debbie rested) between the friends, and father and son. Debbie was later heard to stir and John went over to her first. Again he took her pulse, flicking a thumb up and winking at his best friend. She said she was surprisingly hungry and as a deterrent from her trying to cook for all six of them regardless of how she was feeling and the loudness of opposition, Will suggested a fish and chip supper from a local shop. All liked the idea and Elle offered to drive Will if he would direct her.
Two large chip portions between the six, then small cod for Sherlock, Debbie and John, large haddock for Will and scampi for Mary and Elle; the order was planned. Elle and Will drove off, him commenting on the car having never previously been in a Hybrid.
"Do you like it here, Elle? What do you think of the area?"
"I think it is very beautiful, and so peaceful. Living in Kew you very quickly get used to an aeroplane roar every sixty seconds or so, and Baker Street is different again, because of road noise levels. London itself never sleeps. It is difficult as the weather improves and warms, you want to throw the windows wide open to let the air in but then you have to combat all the road noise instead."
"We like it mainly for that reason, which is why we haven't moved since Sherlock was a young boy."
"He was telling me about some of his youthful antics when we walked around the garden before getting stranded by the storm. The house seems to hold a lot of good memories for him."
"Yes. Has Sherlock ever stayed with you at Kew? Take the next right, watch your speed though, there's a camera about a quarter of a mile down the road, the limit is 30 thanks to the school."
"Thanks for the heads up regarding the camera. Sherlock has stayed with me a few times at Kew. It's still nice to occasionally escape Central London. We stayed there on Thursday night with my house mates and their partners en route to here. That is where we picked up this car. My friend Emma sometimes needs access to a vehicle so she bought it and the three of us - my house mates and I - share it."
"The chip shop is on the next block. Park down the next side road. This is a clearway." Elle turned down a side road as instructed, pulled up and parked neatly, then both she and Will got out the car and walked into the shop. Having regaled off their list to the server, Will insisting on paying, their friendly conversation continued at the back of the shop, speaking in undertones while their order was freshly cooked. "I loved your solution to Mycroft's bow tie problem. That was very clever. I see brains is one of the things you have in common with my son."
"Thank you. I am not as controlled, disciplined or astute as Sherlock, but I hold my own with him. He is the most cerebral man I know, with only Mycroft coming close as far as people I have met."
"I don't know where their brains come from! You seem to get on well with John and his wife?"
"Yes. Incredibly. John and Sherlock work so well together, and he and Mary are the perfect couple. It is like they were made for each other. We all gelled. The four of us have lots of laughs, but the guys can still be very serious when it comes to their work. They are a lethal combination, with Sherlock's analytical and observational assets and John's doctoring skills."
"You appeared to have won over Mycroft as well? He is a bit of a misogynist so you must have some special quality."
"Mycroft profiled me immediately after we met, but explained his reasoning, apologised profusely, then sent me a beautiful bouquet on my birthday. It was difficult to stay angry with him after that. He's a very lovely man. We had such a laugh upstairs when he was trying to fasten that bow tie. So cerebral like his brother, but so inept in other ways. He has such bravura in his job, but seems terrifyingly shy. They are both enigmas." Their order finally filled the pair walked back to Elle's car and she drove them home without a word of direction from Will. Now this particularly impressed him.
"You seem to know your way around here. Have you been to this area before?"
"No. That's one of my skills I especially like. If I have been somewhere once, I can get there again without any reminder of direction. I seem to have a personal compass, knowing where North always is, etc, so rarely get lost. It's weird but an ability I seem to have always possessed. Unlike my darling late father who once went to the Gents in an unfamiliar pub, got himself turned around, and could not find his way back to his family again, and we all sat there laughing, watching him go passed the window two or three times, wondering what he was doing, until I finally rescued him. Hysterical."
"I am not brilliant at directions, but I can read a map and have never got lost in a pub. Your poor Dad. You say he has passed away?"
"Yes, nearly four years now. A day doesn't go by when I don't think about him and miss him terribly. I guess that is how you know you have really loved someone." Elle's voice drifted off.
"Do you love my son Elle?"
"Yes, very much. I don't believe, other than family, I've ever been in love before, infatuated maybe, but I definitely love Sherlock. Unless my brain is otherwise engaged, I miss him as soon as we are apart. It is more than a little pathetic, but already I feel incomplete when he is not around."
"He appears to be the same with you. We've never seen him more relaxed and happy than yesterday until you disappeared upstairs with Mycroft, then he was fidgeting and twitching like something was interfering with his synapses. Once you came back downstairs he relaxed. Both Debbie and I noticed it. I wonder how he is now, with you out again? He is very much in love with you, I can tell, and it has brought about a huge change in him, a change he appears to savour. That is one thing his mother and I have never been able to achieve; for him to like himself. He is his own severest critic and worst enemy. Look after our son Elle."
"I intend to." Crackles under the wheels as Elle pulled up the drive again. The two got out the car, Elle locked it and they walked into the house to find the table laid for six with plates warming in the oven and jugs of ice water and lager being carried through to complete the setting. As soon as they walked in the house Sherlock greeted Elle as though she had been out the house for hours, not forty minutes. A hug and a demonstrably long kiss later, noticed by his father, suddenly animated he was over helping his Mum to the table, suggesting places for everyone to sit, asking if anyone wanted any additional sauces of any kind - Tartare and vinegar were on the table already with the usual condiments - and generally busy-bodying about.
Elle went to the kitchen sink to wash her hands. Mary came over to fetch the warmed plates and dole out the fish and said "Thank God you got back when you did. I think Sherlock was getting ready to send out a search party. He started off so attentive to his mother but once he realised she was fine and John was looking after her he suddenly got serious Elle-withdrawal and was twitching like crazy. Were you ok?"
"Yes, fine. But I was driving and having a very interesting conversation with Will about both his sons."
They all sat down to eat, helping themselves to chips which were placed in a warmed bowl in the middle of the table, each having their own fish or scampi already on their plates. It was a lovely change to have something so decadent like that and Debbie seemed very grateful she didn't have to cook, not that she would have been allowed, even if it is her kitchen. She also thanked Elle for offering to take Will, rather than him having to drive again, after his impromptu trip to Basingstoke that morning.
They stayed sat around the table talking. Sherlock and Elle cleared away the pots and he took the wrappings and put them in the outside bin so they did not make the house smell. More lager and water were added to the jugs, only Elle and Debbie sticking to water. Debbie seemed far brighter again, after her stressful ordeal. John was especially attentive and Will and Sherlock both separately thanked him for being so kind.
Whilst they sat talking at the table Elle was suddenly distracted. It took all her skill not to show too much in her face. Under the table Sherlock's hand had undone her trouser fly and one long finger was stroking her pubis and labia. He had remembered she was commando having ripped off her undies earlier, and could not resist the temptation to see how much he could investigate. As Will fetched coffee, Elle fastened her zip as Sherlock rinsed his hands and brought mugs to the table along with sugar and cream. Two hours after their fish supper and Debbie rose gingerly to her feet. All three men were promptly at her side fulfilling the roles of concerned husband, caring son, and attentive doctor respectively. She wished the two seated women good night, kissed her son, thanked the doctor, took the arm of her husband, who helped his wife upstairs, passing on his own good night wishes.
John said something to Will and just under fifteen minutes later John was called by Will and he went upstairs into the only currently occupied bedroom. He again took Debbie's pulse, proclaimed she was fine, then left them, returning to their son and the girls downstairs. All four sat on the settee, wanting to be close together. Sherlock was again getting twitchy, and this could be for only one reason; he wanted to be in bed himself. The four friends sat and talked quietly, each pair sharing kisses, then as Mary and John headed upstairs after more good night messages Sherlock made his desires clear before closing down his parents' home and leading his girlfriend to his bathroom.
Elle and Sherlock both briefly cooled off in the shower, then dried and brushed their hair and teeth before heading for bed. No sooner were they prone Sherlock's fingers had reached beyond where they had under the table. He stroked her clitoris, then inserted two agile fingers inside her, making her writhe. A kiss on her lips then he moved his body down hers, his lips following his fingers to her clitoris, sucking it, queuing for his fingers to finish, tantalising her before his tongue entered her and he licked her out vigorously. He pushed her legs open as wide as she could physically achieve and gorged himself upon her, biting her, flicking between clitoris and inside her, his hands kneading her hips or inner thighs. With a ginormous sigh, Elle orgasmed, ejaculating profusely, squirting his tongue and mouth.
He moved back up, demonstrably licking his lips, intent on entering her but as soon as her hand was in reach she took hold of his cock so he could not fulfil his wants immediately. Now she headed down the bed. Her head rested on his hip, then her mouth touched his form before she licked his glans then sucked him hard. He had been turning her on downstairs, in front of his parents, and now she felt a burgeoning desire for her kind of revenge. Sliding her mouth up and down his stiffened form she took him deeply, before forcing him to roll so he was over her. As he supported his weight on his hands and knees, she took his cock into her throat, grabbed his hips and made his body start to rise and fall. It felt wonderful to both of them, and he could not resist following her lead.
For the first time she heard him whimper. He was losing total control from this new and most erotic sensation. He wanted to stop but could not. Nearing climax so quickly he knew she was not going to release him until he had. A surge of heat and liquid spurted from his body into hers. She gently pushed his hips away from her, still sucking him, his cock slowly being withdrawn from her mouth, and she completed the drinking of his seed.
She slithered her way back up to the pillows. His eyes found hers, his were shining even more brightly than usual. Their lips found each other and his tongue descended into her mouth as he took control of his own cock again, sliding it between her folds into her. A yell of pleasure from him was muffled by the fact their mouths were still wrapped around one another, muting his shout to barely an audible gasp. Again his weight was on his hands and knees, but this time he had some, no most, of the control. He was pushing himself so deeply inside her, pulling back to near withdrawal, to go yet again. Her hands found either side of his face, she broke the kiss on his lips, moved his face slightly away from hers as she made a passioned plea.
"Hurt me Sherlock. Hurt me now." Being struck by one of the bolts of lightning from yesterday's storm would not have heated him any quicker. He shortened his moves, but aligned himself more precisely to rub her internal wall and then G-spot with his deep dorsal vein, then increased the speed of his rhythm. She moaned before his lips yet again collected hers and her breath extinguished into his mouth. This was hurting: she was getting brutality mixed with love, his cock hard and straight, pounding her inside. The last time she had asked him to hurt her he had flatly refused but this time he was enjoying the empowerment it was giving him. Somehow, contrary to all they had said and believed, this was still managing to be love making. The intensity was extreme. Her legs wrapped around the back of his thighs as his loins forced into her again as her body tightened all its fibres around him, orgasm taking her, her body arched in ecstasy, his climax following seconds later.
Lying, they rested together, holding and stroking, just enjoying touching and caressing the skin of the other. Their lips together once more, passionately and lovingly they kissed, his tongue penetrating her mouth as far as it could. A joint sigh and they parted, at the lips and the hips, she then cuddling down to rest her head above his pounding heart.
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