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Elle's Story	By : Cozygoma-lover Category: S through Z > Sherlock (BBC) > Sherlock (BBC) Views: 3523 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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A couple of hours later Sherlock and Elle had returned to Baker Street and already lunched with Mary and John. It had been spitting with rain again shortly before Sherlock had opened his front door but now, sitting in the lounge looking out the window, it was yet again torrential. Sherlock was the first to speak.
"I would like to apologise for my brother and, more so, for my terrible behaviour after my Mother's phone call earlier. I ask you all for forgiveness."
"As you are such a kind and generous host, consider yourself forgiven" said Mary with a wink and a smile. Sherlock returned both.
A knock on the door halted the conversation. Sherlock checked out the lounge window first then went downstairs to admit Mycroft, who stood in front of him holding the dossier promised. "Thank you again for looking into this for me. Could I ask a big favour Sherlock? Could I use your bathroom please? I had something to eat out with friends last night and I do not believe it agreed with me."
"Yes, of course, no problem. I didn't know you had friends Mycroft."
"Well acquaintances then. You know. Excuse me." Mycroft bustled straight through the kitchen without any pleasantries to the real friends sitting in the lounge. Sherlock rejoined them, carrying the dossier, explained Mycroft was in the bathroom and waited for his brother to appear again.
"Sorry about that. Thank you Sherlock. Hello and goodbye again." Mycroft left as quickly as he had turned up. Sherlock sat down on the settee and perused the document at speed whilst John was reading Saturday's newspaper, Mary that paper's supplement and Elle went to tidy in the kitchen. Not having finished reading it all Sherlock put the folder by the side of the sofa to read later.
"I'm glad we got out for some air when we did" stated Elle walking back into the room, glancing towards the window.
"Yes, we would be wetter now than we even were yesterday, and look where that led us!" There. John had done it. He had mentioned, and therefore reminded everyone about, the evening before. Other than his quip to her about it being 'some evening', and she bringing up the subject of collusion, Elle and Sherlock had said nothing more about last evening's events to one another, and most definitely not to John or Mary since they had parted last night.
Looking around the room Elle could see they were all smiling, wistfully remembering their favourite moments of what had happened. "Six!" she suddenly exclaimed calmly but out loud.
"I beg your pardon?" said Sherlock.
"Six!"
"I thought you said 'sex'" said John folding away his 'paper.
"What is 'six'?" asked Mary, glaring across at her husband with an 'of course you did' look.
"Six is how turned on I am right now, answering the question I asked of John last night." She looked, pan-faced around the room. Her eyes met Mary's.
"Six is about right for me too, maybe five and a half." She smiled at Elle.
"I am probably a five right now, but the mercury is steadily rising" said John responding to his wife's encouragement, cringing immediately, realising his bad choice of analogy yet again.
"You are all leaving me behind" said the last to declare. "I'm afraid I am only about a two or three." Sherlock sounded vaguely disappointed. Perhaps the conversations with Mycroft or his mother were still too raw and vivid in his mind.
"I think we need to go to bed" the words tumbled as softly out of Elle's mouth as her hair, now dry and curly, down her back. "All of us." No word of explanation, of her plan, anything, Elle turned on her heel and left the room heading through the kitchen towards Sherlock's bedroom.
Contemplative looks between the other three then Mary, John and finally Sherlock started to follow as well. Elle was waiting at the door. "Mary, go upstairs please, I will be with you in a minute. John, Sherlock, in here", opening Sherlock's bedroom door. "Get undressed and comfortable." Sherlock noticed she had made the kingsize bed, probably what she was doing when Mycroft originally arrived. She walked into the room and drew the curtains.
"Both of us, in here?"
"Yes John. Naked. Sherlock, you had better go that side where I sleep. Get in bed, try to relax and place your arms under the pillows behind your heads. Mary and I will see you both shortly." Collecting her robe and hair band she walked out of the room and closed the door behind her, going upstairs to John's room to join Mary.
"What are you planning Elle? Where is John?"
"John will hopefully shortly be in bed with Sherlock, and we are planning to give them... the time of their lives." Elle had excitedly whispered these last five words. She then banded her hair, undressed, putting her robe on, everything else folded in a pile on the floor. Mary copied then the girls sat on the edge of the bed. "This is what we will do..."
Just over ten minutes later Mary and Elle left John's room, and went to Sherlock's where they could hear the friends talking, slightly nervously to one another. Mary opened the door and Elle closed it behind them. Sherlock and John were sitting up, but moved to be flat in the bed, tucking their arms beneath the pillows as instructed. Mary sat on the edge of the bed on Sherlock's side where John was, removed her robe and climbed under the duvet. Elle did the same from the other side sliding down next to Sherlock.
Lying on her right side Elle craned across Sherlock and kissed him deeply on the mouth. This was mirrored by Mary on John. The duvet was then pushed slightly down revealing two very different pairs of breasts and two male chests. The girls started stroking the torsos of their men. Sherlock realised that whatever his fate was, his friend was in for the same, or very similar.
The girls went from kissing their respective's mouths to their throats, then traced lines across their bodies which included nipples, moles, scars and navels and any route in between. In time, after traversing their male body with their lips, the girls lifted their heads slightly, smiled at one another, winked, then guided their mouths on to their partner's cocks. Elle with her left hand, Mary her right, they took a light grip of their partner near the penile root and began to slide their hands gently up and down kissing and licking the glans.
In unison both men groaned. Sherlock lowered his hand to stroke Elle's hair but she batted it back with her own, having to release him temporarily and glared at him, shaking her head, staring into his eyes, then re-taking his cock between her lips. She took her hold again and continued. Sherlock returned his arm beneath his pillow plainly scolded. John had witnessed the sequence and decided a touch was not worth the chastisement so kept his own arms regimentally where they were.
Now the girls incorporated slight twists in the changing speed of the up and down movement, tighter and looser grips just to alter the sensation and gradually taking more and more of their men's shafts into their mouths. Mary gagged a couple of times lightly, but she did not waiver from the task in hand. Elle, on the other side, however, appeared expert to Sherlock's will. Alternating deep oral, and hand jobs with kisses and licks, the girls worked their men gradually but eventually to full climax, each swallowing the seed released.
In all this time no-one had said a word. The guys had restricted themselves to sighs and groans alone. Elle laid her head on Sherlock's chest, his arms finally allowed to reappear from their duck-down restraint he draped his left one loosely against her back and stroked her hair with his right. As far as she knew, Mary and John were in a similar position. She was not thinking of them. Her eyes were closed and her only thoughts were for the man she was cuddling. Sherlock's right index finger slipped under Elle's chin and he caught her gaze as she opened her eyes. He tried to pull her towards him, and she followed his lead so he achieved his goal, a long, penetrating, but tender kiss.
"Now, what number are you?" she breathed, her dilated eyes appearing the size of saucers.
"Out of ten? About twelve... and a half, and knackered! God Elle, that was sensational." A soft smile on his face, their lips merged again for another incredibly passionate and sensual kiss, then he closed his eyes. Elle manoeuvred herself back so her head was on his chest again, her eyes closed too.
"Twenty" came a sudden gasp from John. Elle opened her eyes again and looked across to Mary and John for the first time. They were lying in mirror image of her and Sherlock. Elle then found Mary's eyes and saw a look of total contentment on their faces, she smiled then, as mirrored again, both girls clicked and winked. All slept.
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