The curious case of Sherlocks Heart (closed)

That could work. And if I grew weary of her mothering me I merely sick her on the two of you.

She smiled and continued to dance with him slowly as long as he wished to. She was happy and content trying to hide a soft purr but was unable to as she nuzzled close.
 
Sherlock groaned. "I'd rather you didn't, but I understand wanting to foist her on other people." He sighs as they dance. Feeling her purr against his chest, he looks down at her. "I take that noise to mean you feel safe with me and trust me," he says, recalling other animal behavior books he'd read for other cases.

"Is... life together possible or will your work cause you to move on soon?" He asks, swallowing nervously. He's not sure why he asked, but holding her felt so good. He wasn't in a hurry for it to end for once.
 
Maybe I can help convince her to calm her over worrying.

She lifted her head a little self-conscious and nodded about the purring.

Safe... Happy... Home.

She had started to lay he head back against his chest when his next question caught her completely off guard.

I...

She stared into his eyes searching them seeming confused at why anyone much less Sherlock Holmes would ask her about a life... Together. Even among her kind she was strange... Different... Alone.

I...

Travel could just be... As needed and here being... Home.
 
Sherlock nodded as he listened. "Good... that's good. You should have a place to call home. A place to be warm and safe..." He said, stammering a little. It came to him in a rush how much he was opening up to this woman... cat... creature. She was working clandestinely in the city; surely he couldn't get close to her. It would be such a complication. One that he didn't really need.

He should let her go. Why wasn't he letting her go? He couldn't figure it out, but something inside him was clinging to Iara like a life saving ring in a churning river. Looking down at her head on his chest, he bit his lip as he slid his hand up her back to run his fingers through her hair. Sliding his hand against her scalp, he cradled it there as he closed his eyes.
 
A soft sigh as her hands moved to rub his back. She snuggled against him more.

To be able to stay here would be nice. You said life together? What are you asking Sherlock?

Lingering still in his arms feeling his hand in her hair she smiled and aoftly buzzed her head against his hand. How... Why did she feel so safe and comfortable around him... Why did he seem to want to be close to her. He had seen what she becomes and what she does. Yet it did not run him off.
 
Sherlock blushed. He had asked that, but his heart got ahead of his brain for one of the few times in his life. He cleared his throat.

"Well, if you're sharing our home, we'd see each other a lot. We'd be living together under the same roof so that might lead to complications... and entanglements..." he blabbered, trying to backpedal out of what he said. He barely knew this woman; he couldn't possibly want to start a relationship so quickly with her. At least, that's what his brain was telling him.
 
His mind was getting the better of him. Time to help him silence it for a moment. Placing a finger over his lips for a second she then leaned up and with a slight lick to his lips then kissed him softly. Her hand moving to rest over his heart as her other hand gently rubbed his back.
 
Sherlock quieted as soon as her finger touched his lips. Feeling her lips and tongue against his cleared the rambling thoughts from his mind and brought a clarity he lacked until that moment. His eyes drifted closed and his lips parted slowly as he leaned into the kiss. His hands settled onto her hips as he focused his senses on the kiss. The gift of his mind meant he would never forget this moment, this sensation, and he was happy to relive it for the rest of his days.
 
Pressing softly more into the kiss she let her eyes fall closed and quelled a purr still a little self-conscious as they kissed. His scent the calm it all washed away the confusion she had felt from him just a moment earlier. Slowly breaking the kiss she started into his eyes as fingertips traced the buttons of his shirt. Now would almost be the perfect moment to make him safe in her world.
 
Sherlock looked down at her fingers on his buttons. Looking back up to her eyes, he nodded. "I want you too," he whispers, thinking that she wants to strip him, hoping she wants to make love to him. He has no idea she's about to open his eyes to a much wider world.
 
Her eyes glow softly as she smiles nipping playfully at his chin before the buttons open under her still playing fingers. A soft hint of her k9s can be seen as she looks up at him again before licking his chest right over his heart. Her purr now a little more guttural moving his hands to utterly keep his mind and body distracted by placing them over her breasts.

Licking at his chest again her mouth opens knowing in a state of arousal the bite will be pleasureable if not calling out his clearly forever ignored primal side as well. Slowly she exposed her fangs more as she growled sensually then bit marking him as safe protected by her with the bite and the scent only another supernatural being could smell.
 
Sherlock watched as she opened his shirt. Her soft licks and kisses down his chin, neck and sternum were so erotic. As she drew his hands up from her hips, he sighed, groaning slightly as he felt her perfect breasts under his hands. They felt the right size, firmness, sensitivity as he palmed them both.

He was so distracted that he didn't detect the change in her growls. As her teeth penetrated the skin, a rush of endorphins and adrenaline rushed through him, causing him to gasp and then growl out his own deep roar. He wasn't sure where it came from, but it didn't matter. He clutched onto her breasts at the sharp reaction from his body and she could feel his arousal fill him in an instant.
 
Her growl now matching his as she licked at the quickly healing wound. Her eyes locked on his as she growled licking at her lips watching his eyes. Her hands now clawing at his chest not to cause harm just another method of her own arousal and desire.
 
Feeling her pawing at his chest, Sherlock could feel something welling up in him that he didn't think he had. A primal urge was overwhelming his thinking mind as he reached to remove her top. Something in him wasn't satisfied to feel her body through her clothes. He had to feel her bare skin and he needed it now.
 
Wriggling out of her top with his help she purred to him nipping at his lips as her hands moved to the waist band of his pants.

Sherrrolk

Slithered from her lips as she began to free him from his human trappings clothes.
 
With her top gone, Sherlock leaned in and kissed her neck. He sucked and nibbled right at the base of it as his hand slid over her bare breast. Groaning against her skin at the feel of it under his hand, he teased and tantalized her as he started to learn all the ways to make her purr for him. He had to know what turned her on.
 
Feeling his pants fall away after fighting with them for him she growled low and sensual. Her head tilting allowing the kisses on her neck. Her hands explored claws gently tickling the nerves as she leaned in to nip and nibble at his neck as well.
 
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Sherlock's arousal grew as he felt her lips on his neck. It had been so long since someone had kissed him so intimately. His body was crying out for his needs to be met and he was tired of denying it. Sliding his hands down her back, he slid them down the back of her pants. His hands cupper her tight toned ass and helped push her clothes down. He nearly scooped her up out of her pants and turned to deposit her on the couch. The thinking, stoic Sherlock had given way to something else, something Iara had drawn out of him. He moved between her hips, leaning over her to kiss her lips so hungrily and passionately. His need and arousal made him move his hips and grind against her, letting her feel what her touches and kisses had done to him.
 
A more growled purr as she nipped at his lips pressing into the kiss passionately. Her hips moved against his her legs wtapping around his pressing her body against his hungrily.

Yess

She started into his eyes wanting him.to continue to release this primal side of him for her.
 
Feeling her wrap around his body, Sherlock had all the indication he needed that Iara wanted this as badly as he did. He kissed her hungrily as he moved his hips. Angling them just right, he felt his tip catch on her entrance before plunging in deep. He sank in as deep as her body would allow, working against how tight she felt. She must have needed this as badly as he did. His lips stayed on hers until he was fully buried inside her. Feeling her wrapped around his length, he arched back, letting out a long pent up groan of relief and pleasure from deep in his chest.
 
She purred deep and bit at his lips. Legs wrapped around him holding him close and rolling her hips and arching back against him. Feeling him deep inside of her she gasped more.

Sherlock
 
Hearing her name roll out of her mouth as a growl was all the motivation that Sherlock needed. He started a deep passionate pace in and out of her, filling her as full as he could every time. He leaned down, kissing her neck as he moved, overcome with passion for maybe the first time in his life. He was driven by instinct, It was an instinct she drew out of him, filling him with hunger and desire like he never felt before.
 
Her body arching and bucking in sensual time with his as they made love. Her head tossed back breathing mingled with purred passion and desire as every fiber of her being began to build with more and more pleasure and desire. A whimper as her body neared that chasm of purest pleasure.

Her hands clawing and hugging him her legs wrapped around his as they were twined together as one.
 
Sherlock did his best to keep moving, but Iara clung to him so tightly. It was hard for him to work his hips to push inside her; her legs locked around him held him in so close. He leaned down, kissing her neck and shoulder as he ground against her. He groaned against her skin as they moved together now. He did what he could to bring them to greater and greater heights of passion. He wanted this so badly and didn't want to stop. It was a new feeling for Sherlock and one he wasn't going to run from.
 
She was growing closer whimpers falling from her as he legs moved curling against his hips bucking against him. Her mind a whirlwind and her body was feeling almost electrified as they moved in such passionately perfect in this primal moment of passion.
 
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