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Disclaimer: This story is based solely on the television show Sherlock that airs on BBC1, written by Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss. I borrow their universe to play in and do not claim any ownership or intend to make any money off of this fun hobby of m

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Chapter 4XXX
Sherlock aggressively paces his flat. He hesitates a moment in front of his book shelves, restlessly twitches his fingers over a few bindings, then abandons the thought and moves on. He walks over to the kitchen table, picks up a mug, hesitates a moment before bringing it to his lips and then puts it straight back down. He brings his right hand nearer his face, rubs his fingers together and frowns at their obvious dampness. He mumbles “bugger this” as he marches over to the phone and dials hastily. As he waits for an answer, he hears the ring of a mobile phone in the stairwell. He hangs up and walks slowly to the door. When he opens it, he finds Sio holding her phone, recently fished out of her handbag.
“Calling to cancel, I presume,” Sio observes without emotion.
He stands there transfixed for a moment or two. The woman before him bears little resemblance to the one from his memory and this is enough to send him into a mental loop as he tries to reconcile the two. Her chestnut hair is worn down, soft but defined curls with only a portion pulled back to reduce the bulk. Lips accented with deep red, blushed cheeks with dampened freckles, eyes made-up just enough to be resolutely hazel.
“Why don’t I come in while you make your decision. I’ve never been fond of doorways,” Sio says.
“Yes of course,” Sherlock answers, still processing. He steps back from the door, allowing her to enter.
She takes her coat off revealing a rather slender fitting burgundy sweater dress worn with knee-high brown leather boots. The look is comfortable, but elegantly sexy.
Holding her coat in her hand, she asks, “Is there someplace neutral I can put this? I wouldn’t want to cover anything important.”
He takes it from her, but then just holds it. “The thing is, I’m not sure…”
Walking toward the music stand, she interrupts “how did you choose your violin? I find the physics of instruments fascinating. You cannot predict the precise tone of a violin based on its appearance; the texture of the wood introduces an element that can’t be modeled. Well, I can’t if I can’t, I doubt its possible.”
She glances back over at Sherlock, who had hung her coat up next to the door.
“The differences are minimal once you get up to a certain standard of manufacturing. Still, its best to try them out,” he answers.
“How many did you try before you bought this one?” She says, looking into the case.
“One.” He shrugs, “I had a hunch.”
“I was surprised to hear from you, after so much time. Are there fewer crimes in winter?”
“Less challenging, I suppose. People can’t be bothered to go out.”
“Shall we retire to the bedroom? Or the guest room, if that makes you more comfortable?” She asks as she glances down the hallway past the kitchen. Seeing him tense up, she says “Of course, there is no rush.”
“Would you like a drink?” He asks.
“What do you have?” Sio responds, rather disinterested.
“I don’t really know. I’d have to look.” Seeing her confused look, he explains, “It seemed like an appropriate thing to ask.”
“You should never feel the need to be appropriate when you are with me. I have no expectations.”
He shifts nervously, looking like he might bolt out of the room at any moment.
“This isn’t my area,” he admits.
“Why do you think I gave you my card? It wasn’t my area either. And, frankly, it may never be your area. But as I said before, it’s definitely worth having a go.”
His face changes as he realizes something. “You didn’t think I’d call.”
“I had my doubts. Sometimes intellectuals are nearly asexual. Other times they simply haven’t been given the opportunity to find out. It’s easier for women, of course. Doesn’t matter if you are a socially cold, cerebral snob with no experience – if you are minimally attractive, men will have sex with you. It started almost accidentally for me, but once I’d had a taste…well, I did my research. There were some awkward moments, regrettable repercussions and times when opportunities were lost. I’m offering to spare you all that.”
“Why?”
“I’m not sure. Unpredictability is part of the fun.” She considers a moment before continuing, “I think it might be stimulating to play the teacher.” Another pause as she looks him over. “You’re not my type. And that’s a subject I have spent some time exploring. Yet, I found myself surprisingly attracted to you after our meeting.”
“I can’t say I felt the same,” Sherlock admits.
“You made that quite clear. And yet, you called,” Sio says with a coy smile.
“Boredom?” He offers.
“That’s a partial truth, but I won’t pry,” she says. “Do you find me attractive now?”
He spends a moment looking at her, “There was someone…you remind me of her.”
“Good. We can work with that. I imagine the similarity is more experience than physicality?” She responds in a half questioning tone. Off his slight acknowledging nod, she says, “It will be my pleasure to reduce any asymmetries in that regard.”
“Is there a timeline? I’d like to have an idea of what I am getting myself into.”
“Should I have prepared a syllabus?” She says with a smile. “Lets see how tonight goes. It’s not really like riding a bike. If all goes well, I’d say a few weeks, maybe a month, seeing each other twice a week, give or take?”
“I don’t like to talk. Or more accurately, I don’t like to listen to irrelevant conversation. Will that be a problem?”
“On the contrary, I consider that a bonus.”
“Do I need to provide anything?”
“Clean sheets. Clean shave. I can handle everything else,” she answers. “Are you overly sensitive to fragrances? I do favor a bit of perfume.”
He takes a step closer to her and inhales. “Whatever you are wearing now is acceptably mild.”
She looks at Sherlock a moment, squinting her eyes slightly, “I believe what I am about to say is unnecessary in your case, but as I have been misunderstood in the past, I would prefer to be absolutely clear. This is not a relationship in the sense that I do not wish to be your girlfriend. I neither expect nor am interested in going on dates of any kind. I prefer discretion, though the degree of this is negotiable up to a point. I keep my personal life out of the workplace, so communication should be limited during the day and you should never turn up at my lab unannounced. Work takes precedence always and I expect the same is true for you. You should just assume that I am having sex with others to avoid any awkward questions, though I do promise to give you my full attention when we are together.”
“Is that your standard speech?” Sherlock asks with mild amusement.
“Experience has taught me to temper it slightly. Apparently such bluntness ‘kills the mood’.”
“Imagine that.”
She lifts her eyebrows and tilts her head to the side as a sort of shrug before continuing, “Which is odd because men are often quite content with the letter of the terms. I suppose they like to believe that they control them. That it is their job to convince women to forego what they imagine all women want.”
“But you don’t think I do? Hence the logorrheic version.”
“I would wager you have never given such things a second thought,” she answers. Sio then grins slightly and shakes her head.
“What’s so funny?”
“You are the first person ever to describe me as long winded. It’s cute,” she says with a slight eyebrow raise. Adding, “Where’s your thermostat?”
“Why?”
“Assuming you are comfortable with the terms, we are about to get undressed and it's a bit frigid, don’t you think?”
Sherlock stands frozen in the middle of the room, obviously having trouble mentally grappling with the situation. After a moment, he glances toward the kitchen. Sio follows his gaze and walks to find the thermostat on the wall of the far side of the room. She pushes the buttons until it reads 20 and when she turns around, she finds Sherlock standing just a couple of steps away.
She scans his face, confused at the transformation – he appears suddenly relaxed and confident. He gives her a shallow smile, takes a forceful stride to cover the space between them, pulls her to him and kisses her.
After a moment, she takes a small step back and says, “A fine performance – did you read that in a book? It won’t do. Trust me, you’ll enjoy it more when you drop the act.”
His face falls and he tenses up again, admitting, “It’s really not my area.”
“Trust me. Go to the bedroom, get undressed and into bed. I’ll meet you in a minute,” she says, turning and walking into the bathroom.
He does as he is told.
After a few minutes, Sio appears in the door of the bedroom, dressed in a short negligee. The bust is fitted slightly with stretchy lace, the body a form fitting light blue silk with some minimal décor. It perfectly complements her shape, sexy with style. She strolls into the room, barefoot.
She stops rather abruptly after she enters the room, unable to hide her surprise. “You’ve got a single bed?!” She asks.
“It’s custom. A bit bigger than standard,” he answers.
“Cozy. It’s fine,” she says, sensing his tension. “Do the lights dim?”
“I'm not sure. Is that necessary?” He says, letting his eyes cascade slowly over her body.
She looks at him and asks, “How many buttons are on my negligee?”
“Twenty-none. Is it strange that there is an odd number? Or is that typical for…”
“Have I worn it before?”
“Yes, although I’d say likely as a undergarment, not for sex. There is a slight discoloration on the tip of the lace at the top, maybe a drop of tea? And a tiny pull just on the side below the waist, which you tried to fix by working with a needle on the other side…”
“How many freckles on my face?”
“Depends on if count the one on the side of your left nostril as one or two.”
“THAT is why we need to dim the lights.” She walks over to the switch and turns it just enough to dampen the brightness. When she comes back she sits on the side of the bed. Sherlock is on his back, the duvet pulled up to his waist, his chest naked. His back is propped up with some pillows. “You need do let that part of your brain go quiet; divert that energy. Just to warn you, if all goes well, you’re going to feel normal for at least ten minutes. And by normal, I of course mean…”
“Stupid,” Sherlock finishes. He feels oddly compelled to touch her; as if, without conscious control, his hands would just move to her skin, flow across her body.
“It is quite pleasant when you know it’s temporary.” When Sio speaks now, her voice is entirely different from what it was in the other room. The tone is soft and her speech is slow and deliberate.
His eyes are drawn to the outline of her lips, rather thin at the edges, but delicately plump and pink toward the center.
“I would prefer to begin as if we are starting with a clean slate. The first step toward being a good lover, and to getting the most pleasure possible out of a sexual encounter, is to understand yourself. That is why I was so adamant about avoiding the temptation to pretend – to play a part. Because although that may fool the person you are with temporarily, it will not fulfill you. And when you are not fulfilled, your partner will not be either. At least not in the sublime way that is possible. So we need to explore your desires, your sensitivities, your preferences first. And only yours for the time being. All I ask is that you be honest with yourself. I will show you what some men like, what is possible. You communicate to me what pleases you, in whatever way you can. ”
At this point, she takes her hand and gently places it on his chest. He tenses at first, obviously unused to the sensation. She moves her hand, slowly exploring the texture of his skin, the topology of his upper body.
“Try to breathe regularly,” she whispers. “Tonight, we focus on erogenous zones.”
She continues to caress his skin as she speaks, waiting for his breathing to become more regular, waiting for the tension to subside.
“I will demonstrate the most common areas of sensitivity. Some, all or none may generate a response. You may touch me if you like, while I work my way around your body. Think about whether you prefer the feel of the silk against your skin or if you would rather I be naked.” She brings up her legs so that she is kneeling beside him; moving her hand up the side of his neck, she whispers, “above all…tell me.”
He watches her every move with keen anticipation, struggling with his own instincts, unsure what to allow himself. Still kneeling, she moves closer to his head.
“We’ll start with the scalp.”
She runs her fingers, slowly and gently through his curly mop. Reaching the scalp on either side of his head, she pushes in with her fingertips and then closing her fingers, lightly tugs on the base of the hair. He moans softly and closes his eyes. Feeling him relax, she decides to move to the next one.
“Ears,” she whispers as she changes position, moving down his body until she can comfortably straddle him. She then leans forward and moving to the right, takes his earlobe into her mouth while her left had manipulates the one on the other side. She gently sucks and nips at the lobe, listening for signs of enjoyment. Again, he finds the sensation pleasant, but not electric. He decides to free his hands and they move to her naked thighs. He strokes the skin of her legs, hesitating before they reach her hips.
“Lips,” Sio says next, pulling back slightly to face him. She leans in, first giving his upper lip a light nibble, before engaging his mouth full on. He follows her lead and what starts as soft open kisses, evolves into a crescendoing duel of tongues and nips and fevered breathing until she pulls away abruptly, leaning back just far enough on his body to feel his erection.
“That’s one,” she breathes. “Next, neck.”
She begins kissing down the side of his neck, pausing briefly here and there to nibble and suck where the skin is pliant enough. His hands are wandering freely now, up her back, over her shoulders, down her arm. When she looks up to tell him what is next, he holds her gaze and reaches forward to kiss her, his right hand holding the back of her neck through her hair. She indulges him in a deep kiss for a moment, but then pulls back again.
“Each in turn. Now, nipples,” she breaths as she leans over and scoots her body back far enough to make her face level with his pectorals.
As soon as she puts her mouth around his nipple, she feels his body tighten. She sucks for a moment, then bites with just enough pressure. He inhales sharply, accompanied by a telling sort of whimper. She repeats the gesture on the other side and can feel the pressure start to build. He pulls at the hair on the base of her neck to force her head up, scanning her face with an air of intense expectation.
“That’s two,” she says, fighting her own swelling urge to skip to the good part. “Stomach next.” She kisses down the center of his chest, sliding her body further downward, the silk of her negligee like a cool draft against his skin. Reaching the right position, she lifts up to perch on her hands and knees. Leaning on her left side, she uses her right hand to caresses the smooth skin on either side of his belly button, letting her fingers submerge in the soft black hairs at the center. She applies a bit of pressure, nearing a massaging stroke before leaning over to follow her hand with soft kisses.
Sherlock watches her, fascinated; his mind trying to partition the response of his body from the inherent curiosity of it all. He feels the longing grow, a deep pit of desire swallowing up his uncertainty, his discomfort at being touched.
Sio had already felt that he was not naked under the duvet, having left on a thin pair of brushed cotton boxers. Not wanting to rush the moment, she quietly slides off the side of the bed and moving around to the end, tugs at the base of the cover until the length of his legs are exposed. There is a nearly imperceptible flinch, a slightly deeper intake of air from him when she tosses the duvet entirely off the bed and climbs onto the end. She is sure to look him in the eye when she speaks, ignoring the obvious massive erection in his pants, which she hopes won’t dwindle due to exposure.
“Toes,” she says softly, lifting his left leg and moving his foot towards her mouth.
“Really?” He breathes, skeptical.
“You’d be surprised,” she responds, smiling seductively. “Watch me if you don’t like the sensation. Think about what you’d rather I do.”
She takes each toe on his foot in her mouth in turn, wrapping her tongue around it, then gently sucking, all while massaging the arch with her hands.
When she s finished with his left foot, she offers, “we can skip the right if you’d prefer.”
Blinking rapidly, he says, “I don’t mind.”
So she takes the other foot and begins the process again. Only this time, she holds his foot with her left hand, letting the heel partly rest on her chest, thereby freeing her right arm. Glancing up to make sure he is watching, she moves her hand between her legs and starts stroking herself. She is only mildly surprised at her own arousal, having felt the ache of the swelling start almost instantly. But she is shockingly wet. Thinking about tonight, she had resigned herself to the possibility of not being fully satisfied – a new, inexperienced lover can be clumsy and awkward; but it is an investment, she had told herself. Now, with the stimulation of being in control – being the teacher – introducing this man to new sensations, she worries she might actually come too soon.
His eyes are completely drawn to the movements of her right hand. He wants to see more. But then she pulls her hand away and uses it to touch his thigh, the warm wetness of her fingers tantalizing him even more. Before she is able to tell him what’s next, in a deep whisper, he commands, “Take it off…please.”
Sio nods, resting his leg back on the bed before centering herself between his knees and lifting the negligee over her head. She hesitates a moment, letting his eyes wash over her nakedness. He pushes his torso up, reaching forward with his right hand to tentatively cup the side of her breast. She gently clutches his hand, allowing it to fully engulf the breast for a moment before pushing it away and gesturing for him to lay back down.
“We’ll just do one more. Well, other than the obvious,” she says, glancing down.
He nods, a bit frustrated but trusting her approach.
She leans back slightly, then lifts the knee of his right leg, bringing it to her mouth. She kisses the kneecap while using her fingers to gently kneed the skin on the other side. At first he just feels a slight tickle and decides to fixate on the visual of her now naked body, anticipating what it will feel like. But when she lifts the leg slightly and starts to work the back of his knee with her mouth, he feels a jolt through his body and he takes a sharp breath. As she continues, bolstered by his reaction, using her free hand to massage the inside of his thigh at the same time, he feels the pressure build like there is a direct connection between her tongue and his cock.
“I think we found another one,” he grunts, head swirling, worried that it will be over too soon if she keeps that up.
She drops his leg rather abruptly and shifts upward on his body until she is straddling him, just a hair north of his pelvis. She reaches behind and slips her hand into his pants, grabbing hold of his erection. He whimpers and closes his eyes.
“I think its time to take these off,” she instructs.
He quickly pushes down the boxers as she explores his hard member more extensively with her fingers. She finds the foreskin and tugs at it slightly, running a fingertip over the top to feel the moisture of the pre-cum starting to leak out. She is so desperate to sink down on it, to feel it glide inside her, tugging her swollen lips; but she takes a breath and squints her eyes enough to hesitate just a moment.
She gasps one more breathy explanation, “You’re a bit tight, so we’re going to start with the top up…is that ok?”
He nods, not really comprehending what she said, but wanting, wanting, wanting…
She shifts back quickly and guides him into her, pushing down with just enough force to fully engulf his cock straight to the base. They both moan at this, his hands gripping a bit too tightly onto the crux of her hips. She starts to move, up and down, slowly sliding her glistening wet pussy over his hard length. Feeling his grip on her hips tighten even more, she whispers, “Relax…its good. Its just….so good.” She pries one of his hands off and moves it to her breast. After a moment, he moves his other hand to her other breast as she continues to ride him slowly up and down, up and down.
Soon, his breathing relaxes from sharp, irregularity back to normal breaths and the muscles of the rest of his body begin to lose tension after the initial jolt of sensation. All this allows a more complete focus on the fantasia of nerve fibers blasting in response to Sio’s movements. As he regains some semblance of control over his own body, he shifts his focus again outwards, watching her face flush, her eyelids flutter, her lips part as she rocks her pelvis against him, gripping him from both the inside and out. He feels her nipples grow hard in his hands and when he lets two of his fingers on either side squeeze together slightly, she tenses and gasps and soon a seductive smile creeps across her lips.
She lifts herself off him. He frowns at the interruption, but watches her with curiosity. She leans back against his thighs and takes his member into her hands, still glistening from her juices. She pulls more forcefully on this foreskin this time, revealing the soft purple tip. He feels himself start to sweat, his heart beating fast. She lifts herself up and at first, she just glides the newly exposed tip across the length of her soft quim with her hand. He tenses again, a whole new level of sensation gripping him, sucking away any control he had. He grabs her hips forcefully and as he does, she sinks down onto him, pushing his cock even deeper into herself. The rest is a blur for him.
Sio throws her head back and revels in the new sensation – the bunched-up foreskin adding a new source of friction, pulling at her engorged insides. Her movements quicken and she closes her eyes, losing track of the situation. Without warning, she feels herself being flipped over, nearly falling off the bed in the process. Sherlock is thrusting into her at a frenzied, uneven pace; she guides him to put more weight onto his arms and wraps her legs around his. Simply the idea him grunting on top of her like a sweaty wild animal, gives her a fiery jolt of excitement.
“I'm going to come,” she pants, “forgot to say…not good to stifle sound…”
And with that, she feels her vagina clench and she screams the release and lets the rest emerge as a series of loud whimpers, her body pulsing the pleasure down her thighs and up her stomach.
Sherlock continues thrusting without taking any obvious notice, though the final clench of her inner walls around his naked cock causes the most extreme tightness he has ever felt, followed by a release of equal magnitude accompanied by an involuntary deep seated groan he didn’t realize he was capable of making.
Both breathing deeply, they lay there a minute. Sio sweeps the cool sweat down Sherlock’s back with her hand, continuing down to his firm ass, which she gives a quick squeeze. She then indicates with a delicate push to the chest that he should roll off, which he does with a slight moan as he feels himself leave her body.
Sio is the first to speak. “That was a fine start,” she says causally as she gets up to go to the bathroom.
Sherlock answers with a quick laugh, laying like a lump with the side of his head bashed into the pillow.
When she returns, she finds her negligee on the floor and pulls it over her head. She turns the light switch to return the room to full light before walking toward the bed. Sherlock blinks repeatedly, then rubs his eyes.
“Everything looks….blurry,” he mutters.
“It’s not your eyes, it’s your brain. Give it a minute,” she explains.
He frowns and leans down the side of the bed to grab the corner of the duvet, which he then pulls back over himself.
“You should really consider getting a bigger bed,” she says.
“Okay,” he responds with a shrug.
“Oh, I could really take advantage of you in this state,” she says, shaking her head. She starts putting on the rest of her clothes.
“You are free to take advantage of me anytime,” he says with a boyish grin.
“Five minutes and you’ll be back to yourself again,” she assures him.
“I like your freckles. I thought I’d find them grotesquely distracting, but I like them,” he says as he watches her dress.
She laughs, “I’m going to get a drink of water and call a taxi. When I come back, we can talk.”
A few minutes later, she comes back into the room. He has put on a dressing gown and is sitting up, looking sheepish. She hands him a mug of tea.
“So?” She asks.
“I liked it all, except for the ears. Too noisy.”
“Even the toes?” She asks with mild surprise.
“Best not to rule anything out at this stage,” he says with mock seriousness.
“I take it you’d like to continue?”
“Yes. I think there is likely more to explore.”
“Tip of the iceberg,” she says seductively as she turns to leave. “I’ll text you on Wednesday.”
Just before she is exits the room, he calls after her, “I’m not getting a bigger bed. There wouldn’t be enough room for my things.”
She smiles.
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