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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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Sherlock could hear noises on the landing, two men talking, but that was not what had woken him. Overnight Elle had sidled further down his body, moving from positioned against his heart to lying with her head on his stomach. He realised that location gave easy access to his cock, should he rise for the occasion. And had he!
Awoken with oral sex, her lips were wrapped around his glans, gently sucking, licking him delicately and profusely at the head. No hand involvement incorporated in this mutual pleasure, she was clinically arousing him more and more with her mouth and lips alone, moaning sweetly, enjoying every enticing touch. The warmth of the late May morning sun filled the room. Beautiful country birdsong filtered through on the whispers of the breeze outside. Sherlock pushed the sheet down, angling his body on pillows so he could watch what she was doing. Elle stretched her right arm out of the sheet, moved it slightly further down to let the air cool her back. Sherlock released her hair from its overnight band, tousling her curls. Her right hand contoured its way up his torso finally resting over his heart and left breast.
In a world of her own where only Sherlock existed, Elle continued to caress his cock with her mouth. Her eyes were closed and, unlike his, her ears unaware of voices or birdsong which had both engaged his brain. One light tap on the outside of the door and a male voice spoke. Too late to cover up or hide, Sherlock's eyes met the second pair. It was not John. "Your mother and I have received a call from Pete to say he has spoken to the hospital and Jane is fine. We are going to fetch her home with him. We will both see you all later." Sherlock was unable to say anything, his father having spoken so fast as normal, was already heading out the door, but Sherlock had been impressed. His Dad had come in, witnessed his son receiving oral pleasure, curtained only by her hair, and not skipped a beat, as though it was common occurrence to walk into a room when someone was being sucked off. His fingers now twirled in Elle's curls.
Sherlock closed his eyes smiling to himself, disbelieving what had just happened and that he had no chance to utter anything in return, but far too much in the moment with Elle to care. She still seemed totally oblivious to the interruption, humming, nearly purring to herself as she salaciously gorged on the ultimate pleasure of sucking and stimulating him so intimately.
No knock this time, John walked straight into the room. He did react. "Hi Sher... oh shit. Sherlock I have just seen your Mum. She is fine this morning. She and your Dad are leaving to take their friend to collect his wife from hospital. I thought he'd just been in to see you?"
"He - he has. He explained he and Mum were going with Pete to collect Jane from Basingstoke and left. He did not mention how Mum was. Why have you seen her?"
"I saw your Dad when I was en route to fetch some more water, and he asked if I would look her over. Her pulse is now normal. God, just how quickly did Elle go down on you? I didn't knock because I thought I had just seen your Dad leave."
"You did. I woke up like this! I can recommend it John. Get Mary to sleep with her head on your stomach and wake you with a blow job. Magic." No hiding his pleasure, Sherlock was smiling a Cheshire Cat smile, as his friend stood and watched, dumbfounded but spellbound. A car rumbled out of the loose-stoned drive.
Elle finally released Sherlock from her mouth covering his modesty with the sheet. "Morning John" she said casually, sounding half asleep or just drunk on the sensation she was just receiving. "Is Mary awake?"
"Yes, but still in bed. Are you two getting up yet, I mean out of bed? It has just gone half past eight."
"God, no! What's your rush? Why don't you and Mary join us? My parents will be gone a couple of hours at least!"
"Are you sure you want us to join you?"
"Yes" replied Elle. "By our calculation I think we all need to make love to Mary." John headed out the room, returning a few minutes later, leading his wife by the hand. Sherlock and Elle were sitting cuddled together, their arms wrapped around one another, Elle's head on Sherlock's shoulder.
John and Mary entered the room wearing pyjamas, Mary looking slightly apprehensive but excited about what might be about to happen. As they went to climb into bed Elle said "Hey, strip". Pyjamas off the Watsons slipped under the sheet, Mary in the middle. Elle immediately rolled off Sherlock and began kissing Mary, running her fingers through short blonde hair.
As Elle continued to kiss Mary the second woman ran her own fingers through the dark titian curls as the first moved away leaving space for the two men. Both planted delicate kisses on Mary's lips before traversing down her neck to each find a nipple. John looked across to his best friend - his best man no less - kissing his wife's breast. John found this new adventure as a foursome stimulating, continuing his tour downwards of Mary, licking her clitoris and tasting her flavour, whilst Sherlock and Elle took turns engaging Mary's lips or a nipple.
Mary was in ecstasy. Her body tensioned as she experienced a powerful non-penetrative orgasm. Sherlock's lips moved close to her ear: "Do you want him Mary?"
"Yes." Sherlock gave Elle a little nod.
She moved down from Mary's breast, stroking Mary's torso until she reached John's head, running her fingers in his short sandy locks, whispering "Make love to her John". His body moved quickly up the bed, him entering his wife, his weight now firmly on top of her, observed by the onlookers either side.
Elle was about to leave the bed to join her beau the other side of the married pair, but in the throes of passion Mary seized a hand from each and raised her arms above her to lie on the pillow by her head, gripping their hands tightly, unconsciously thwarting their plan, as her husband drove his body deeply inside her. The lovers turned on their sides, a hand clenched each, and watched as John made vigorous and passionate love to his wife. Some time later the married pair climaxed together, taking pleasure in being studied. Elle stroked John's back as he sighed deeply. Mary's grip released the two foreign hands. Elle rose off the bed, unhanging her robe and putting it on. John withdrew from his wife, climbed off the bed, and picked up his and Mary's pyjamas from the floor.
"I'll go and get our robes, Mary. Shall we join you two in your shower?"
"Yes" replied Sherlock, "we'll see you in there." Mary climbed off the bed too, went straight to the shower room, her husband detouring and then joining her. Elle held out Sherlock's robe for him. "Oh, no" he uttered as he climbed out the bed carefully, incredibly erect, staring hungrily at his girl.
"WOW!" No need or indeed time to say anything else, Sherlock had pinned Elle to the wall, sliding himself unceremoniously between her legs and folds, groaning in the intimacy and relief. He had been concerned he would come before he could get into her, he was that stimulated after being part of John and Mary's sexual alliance.
Hard and unforgiving against his bedroom wall Sherlock took brutal control, relentlessly pounding her loins with his own, again, like on her birthday, lifting her feet clean off the floor. A whimpering moan of pain and pleasure united emanated from Elle, as her arms found his shoulders and her lips captured his. Shorter, fast thrusts brought this vertical fuck to a heady and powerful conclusion, crescendoing with an ear-splitting shriek from Elle and a demonstrably loud groan from him. Pulling away and picking up his robe Sherlock followed Elle to the shower.
Mary and John were already shampooed and clean, kissing and cuddling in the water's fall, awaiting the arrival of their friends. They moved out the shower, just roomy enough for two but impossible for four, and the others went in and started to shower themselves. "I thought you two were going to be in here first" said the doctor as his friend rinsed down.
"That may have been the plan but there was no way I was going to make it out the bedroom safely, not having her blow me then being so involved in your machinations after. I could barely stand, never mind walk." He smiled wistfully at his friend.
"So you two picked up in bed where John and I left off?"
"No Mary. I was just about strong enough to make it to the wall." Sherlock smiled and winked at Elle as she finished squeezing water out of her hair and left the cubicle.
"We thought there would be some explanation why you did not wait until you were in here. We know how much you like your fornication wet!"
"True. I'm afraid it wasn't a case of wanting to but having to do it earlier." Sherlock sounded nearly apologetic, realising his friends had obviously been looking forward to watching them. 'Another time, for sure', he thought. He turned off the water and accepted the towel held out to him by John. Elle was nearly dry now so she and Mary headed back to their bedrooms, dressed and met in the kitchen, then made brunch.
Bacon sandwiches and cups of coffee later, the four friends were cuddled up in pairs on the settee talking when the elder Mr and Mrs Holmes walked into the room. Sherlock immediately asked about their friend's welfare.
"Jane is fine, thanks Sherlock. Pete is just relieved she is home and it was nothing worse than some bad pâté, the only thing Jane can remember eating in the last 36 hours different to Pete. Have you been ok? Sorry we have spent so much of your time here with our friends."
"We have been fine Mum, thanks. We had a bit of a lazy morning, then something tasty for brunch. Do you two want anything?"
"Just cuppas for us thanks" answered Will smiling, as he sat in a winged chair. His mum nodded, explaining Pete had made them a cheese and tomato sandwich when they arrived back at their home as a thank you. Sherlock realised only their friend's insistence on a bite probably prevented his parents coming home when the four of them were still in bed or, at least, in the shower.
"I'll go, you stay and talk." Elle got up gingerly, kissed Sherlock on the cheek, and headed for the kitchen and the kettle. Mary followed her in to the kitchen, finding half a dozen fresh mugs whilst Elle put the coffee maker on, as well as the kettle.
"You winced as you climbed out the chair. Are you ok? Have you pulled something?"
"No, just a little tender from Sherlock's recent attentions; the benefits of a decent height difference. I'm fine" she added then smiled and winked at Mary. She did not feel the need to explain Sherlock had held her arms above her head as he pushed himself so deeply into her and had unintentionally lifted her off the floor so she felt the full force of him within her.
A tray was carried through by each of the girls into the lounge and deposited on to a low occasional table. Mary carried the mugs, a few teaspoons, and a pair of thick cork mats, along with the sugar bowl; Elle bringing in the coffee, tea pot and milk jug. All three Holmes family members had tea whereas the Watsons joined Elle in coffee. Debbie and Will were now relaxed after the 36 hour panic over their friend, and their attention once again centred on their youngest son, his girlfriend and their friends. Much discussion took place over what they could do to make the rest of their stay memorable and interesting (the four friends knew it was going to be both those things in their minds anyway).
As it was dry and neither of the girls had ever seen Winchester, or knew this area of England, it was agreed they would go to that city for the afternoon. As all six could not physically fit into one car it was decided they would take two: Sherlock and John travelled with Will in his Range Rover, Elle driving Debbie and Mary in the Toyota, in case their convoy got separated. Debbie, like her husband the night before, commented on the comfort and quiet of the strange hybrid.
En route Will was explaining to John that King Arthur's Round Table was in Winchester, plus other historical significances, including it had once been the capital of England, long before London had taken that honour. Debbie in the other car however was explaining about the shops, general culture of the city and the City Mill, where the River Itchen runs directly under the mill, shop then main road. Elle thought it sounded a little bit like her favourite building in the Lake District, in Ambleside, where she had spent many happy days in her pre-Sherlock existence. As the centre was busy, the two vehicles did get split up and Elle was pleased to have Debbie there to direct her to a car park as the traffic system was complicated for an outsider.
Though doing vagaries of window shopping as they walked by, mainly because most of the outlets were closed thanks to it being Bank Holiday Monday, Debbie steered the girls to the City Mill straight away. Initially it was so they could see the Mill but also that was her's and Will's planned meeting place if they did get split. A light bite was suggested by Will so the six of them sauntered to a small shop for coffee and cake, then wandered around showing the visitors some of the main sights. Top of Elle's list of 'want to see's was Winchester's cathedral, so very ancient but stunningly beautiful and superb architecture.
The three couples walked around the outside of the towering cathedral, Will and Debbie hanging back observing the body language of the others. Like themselves, married couple John and Mary were walking arm in arm, stopping and looking together, pointing out things that particularly caught their eye to the other: Sherlock and Elle were hand in hand, their arms swinging freely and openly. He would suddenly pull her into an embrace and kiss her, walk with his arm around her waist or shoulder, then back to holding hands and the cycle would start again, neither fully aware of their surroundings.
The older couple started to tire as it got later into the evening. Sherlock suggested his parents should head home and the other four would follow later in Elle's car. Will said he had no worries because he was sure Elle would know how to get back to the car and, from there, home, having seen her navigational skills at first hand. No consideration for their son's sense of direction! They headed home leaving the friends to spend time in this quiet cityscape, reflecting on the lack of continual drone from traffic or aircraft that greets life in the capital. However much he chastised it, Sherlock in his heart was missing Central London.
A slow and assured walk back to the car, Sherlock now with his arm firmly planted around Elle's shoulders, the two couples returned to the hybrid, left Winchester, and Elle drove straight back to the Holmes' residence. The perfumed smell of roasting vegetables met them as they walked towards the front door, Debbie cooking batches of lamb chops, whilst Will set the table and opened a couple of bottles of red wine.
Gravy made from the juices from the chops, a little wine and some flour and water was boated, and with a platter of chops and the whole roasting tin of potatoes, courgette chunks, garlic, shallots, peppers and tomatoes brought out to the table in its entirety, dinner was a 'help yourself' affair. Both Elle and Mary commented on visiting such a beautiful city.
All ate and drank well then relaxed in the lounge. It was just gone 11 when Elle made her excuses and headed upstairs to bed, Mary and John fractionally later. He knew eventually it would happen. Now alone with both his parents Sherlock was quizzed about the lady in his life. He explained how they met, what he knew of her family - one sister, father passed away - her friends in Kew, and her profession. Asked how old she was, he said it was irrelevant to him.
Then came the big bombs: marriage and children. He did not explain how but said he knew Elle would marry him soon enough, that she brought him ultimate happiness and they had no intention of having children. Debbie seemed upset by this last declaration, but Sherlock pointed out they should be happy he had found a woman that he loved and, more astonishingly, loved him at all!
Sherlock bade his parents good night and headed for the bathroom to clean his teeth, etc before entering the bedroom, where he heard a strange clicking sound as he entered the room.
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