Sherlock Imagines & One-Shots

(REVISED/NEW) Sherlock: The Woman (PART TWO)

"What was all that for, dear?" Mrs. Hudson asks, setting her hands on her hips, confused.
You knew you had just acted very strangely, but you had a good reason. How could you face Sherlock and that foreign woman like that? When you had been spying on them.

You couldn't face him now. You just couldn't. In the attire you wore, and in this situation, there was no way you would be able to look him in the eye without screaming or crying.

You turned to face Mrs. Hudson, your eyes wide and your slack jaw giving you a bit of a crazed look. You closed your mouth and swallowed hard, the lump that had gathered still prominent in your throat.

"Sherlock had another woman...in the flat." You said, feeling numbness spread throughout your body. You had experienced this once before, and when you met Sherlock you thought it would never return again.

Heartbreak.

The numb feeling spread from your heart, to your head where it made you feel almost dizzy. Then to your toes, your knees began to shake and you thought that for a second you wouldn't be able to hold the weight of your body.

That was until the knock at the door made you snap back into your senses. With still wide eyes, you turned to look through the small peep hole that showed who stood, knocking for entrance.

You could only see his neck and chest, his height obscuring his face from view. You could see he wore the purple button-up shirt you loved so damn much. His black slacks looked quite dashing on him as well.

He knocked again, after you didn't answer the first time. "(Name)! Answer the door!" He said, his hands resting on his hips and his chest heaving in a great sigh as he waited.

You looked away from the peep hole and turned to Mrs. Hudson.
"Do not let him in, no matter what he says or does." You say to her, a sense of urgency in your voice.

She nods, turning to look at the door, her face clearly showing the bewilderment that she felt.

You nodded and ran to change back into your original clothing. Quickly taking off the outfit you had bought and putting on your plain clothes. The woman up there probably wore the same lingerie.

You shook your head to clear the thought, feeling nausea creep into the pit of your stomach. The color draining from your cheeks. With another shake of your head, you grabbed all your stuff and tossed it into a linen closet in the hallway. Mrs. Hudson looked at you, still shocked, seeing how frantic you were acting and how crazy it seemed.

You smiled weakly and put your hands to your temples, feeling a migraine coming on. What would you do now? You hid your stuff, but you were trapped in Mrs. Hudson's apartment with only the lingerie and the clothes you wore. The woman and Sherlock were probably outside the door. The pounding of Sherlock's fist on the door matched the incessant pounding of your head.

You took and deep breath and walked to the door, Mrs. Hudson backing up to give you room. You looked through the small peep hole again, surprised when you didn't see any other shadow but Sherlocks'.
You quickly opened the door and dashed around him, you quickly turned and ran up the stairs.

You could hear the pounding of Sherlock's footsteps behind you, but you tried to ignore that as you ran into the flat and through the kitchen, into the bedroom that you and Sherlock shared. You quickly shut and locked the door, leaning your back against it as you breathed heavily, your heart hammered against your chest in fear.

The heavy pounding of fists against the bedroom door erupted a squeak of surprise from you and you crawled away, getting onto the bed.

"(Name)! I may have been polite and let you hide in Mrs. Hudson's flat but this is our room and I have no problem picking the lock in the door!" He shouted.

Oh, how his voice made you weak at the knees and swell at the heart.
You brought your knees to your chest as you leaned against the headboard on the bed you shared. You chewed your lower lip, knowing there was nothing you could do to stop him at this point and there was no where for you to hide.

Sherlock burst through the door a moment later, the door slamming against the wall when he pushed it open, causing the poster of the periodic table to fall to the ground.

"That was a good poster..." You frowned, avoiding the man's piercing blue-green gaze fixed upon you.

"What was that about?" He asked, completely blowing off your statement about the crumpled poster.

"I...was...playing a game of chase and you won, Hurray!" You said, grinning brightly through your nervousness and clapping your hands.

He gave you a dead-panned look and sighed, making your hand motions stop.

"You're pupils are dilated and..." He crawled onto the bed right in front of you and snatched up your wrist before you could protest, pressing to fingers to the underside of it. "Mm, your pulse is elevated. That would suggest you're either nervous or completely and utterly under the spell of sexual hormones. But considering how you just acted, I would say you are nervous to be this close to me."

He looked down at your body, his eyes calculating every curve and dip. "You're dressed in different clothes then what I chased you down the stairs with." He lifted up your shirt and next thing you knew, his hand was down the front of your pants, cupping your sex.

"You got pampered today, you also bought something to go along with it, Hmm?" He said, glancing up into your wide eyes.
He brought his hand out of your trousers, "I bet if I went down to Mrs. Hudson's flat right now and looked around, I would find a shopping bag. Probably in a closet, I presume?" He finished, leaning back on his knees.

You continued to stare at him, sure that if your heart best any faster you would burst.
Before you could open your mouth to speak, he continued.

"That's not all? Of course not, there's always something more. He took up your wrists again and examined your hand, finding a small paper cut and on your palm. "You also went to the book store and bought something. Considering the lingerie you most likely bought, I would say a book on coitus. Though I doubt you need it, you're so good it makes a genius like me forget my name when we get 'down and dirty' as some people love to say."

He was talking so fast, it made your head spin and worst of all, he got everything right.

"I...I was going to surprise you..." You stuttered after a moment, your cheeks heating up with embarrassment. "But y-you had a woman in the flat and I thought..." You trailed off.

"That woman was Irene Adler, professionally known as The Dominatrix. 'The Woman' as most of her clients refer to her as. She used to suite me in manner of pure lust and then I found you. You are far better than anything she will ever try to be."

You looked up at him and smiled lightly, before slinging your arms around his neck to crash your lips against his in a mind-whirling kiss. Your tongues battled for dominance, your hands exploring each others bodies. You had planned to get to this part by surprising him, but this was much better. It wasn't about lust or desire, it was about love.

You pulled away after a moment, "I'm sorry." He brought a hand to your lips and smirked gently, the corners of his lips tilting up.

"She may be The Woman to anyone who knows her, but to me you're /The/ Woman."

And with that sentence said, you went back to passionately kissing and nothing about Irene Adler or your little game of chase was said the rest of the night.