The curious case of Sherlocks Heart (closed)

[Asa]

John had his suspicions about what the two of them had done due to little physical signs really only a Dr might notice. He gave Sherlock a brief but possibly knowing look before looking to Mrs. Hudson.

I have always wondered why did you and the late Mr. Hudson never have children of your own?

Iara smirked knowing why due to what they did for yrs in the states and London.

We were far too busy with our careers sadly and then his untimely passing you know.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

"Perhaps it's for the best given your penchant for butter usage in all your recipes." Sherlock sniped as he always did about one thing or another when it came to living with his doting housekeeper. He hid the smile on his face with a bite of food and cast his eyes down so people couldn't see how much he cared for Mrs. Hudson. After all this time, he wouldn't leave 221B or her behind.

 

[Asa]

Iara began sniffing at the air slightly.

Are you expecting company?

John tensed up a little looking to Sherlock then to Mrs Hudson.

An envelope slipped through the mail slot and whoever it was left. Mrs Hudson walked over.

Oh it's nothing.

A strange smile graced her lips briefly as she tucked the envelope in her pocket and went back to eating almost blushing a little. Iara smirked knowing the friendship between Mrs Hudson and the shop owner next door.

I smell a date in the air.

Iara teased lovingly only to be silenced quickly by a quip from Mrs Hudson.

And I believe someone can now tend to her royal visit tomorrow.

Iara sighed.

Not till I am sure they are all gone. A week or two perhaps.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

"It would be nice to have Mrs. Hudson out of the house for a bit. I'd rather her not come pounding up the steps when I'm conducting my experiments for the next case." Sherlock said, already sounding excited about the next steps for his workload. "With the murders cleaned up, I can start to work on how thieves made a display case of jewels disappear without breeching the container." He said, trying to play up that he'll be busy with work. In all honesty, his spare time was Iara's to fill.

 

[Asa]

Interesting.

Iara looked over and smiled.

Ever need any help hunting or getting answers out of them let me know.

John piped up with a chuckle.

Can't kill or hurt any of the other Iara.

After the meal Iara helped Mrs Hudson with straightening up and turned to go back down stairs unless anyone stopped her. Another scent nearing the door she clearly seemed confused as to hurt away or toy with someone. Talking low where only they could hear her.

Want to mess with the head of the one she called reptile?

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Sherlock smiled. There was only one person she'd call a reptile. "No, my brother doesn't need any more reason to make things difficult. I'm sure he's not here on accident. The sooner we let him say what he needs to the sooner he can leave," Sherlock grumbled.

 

[Asa]

She smiled and winked to Sherlock before walking to the door to open it loving the stunned look on his face.

John, I had no idea you had company.

Iara smiled starting to walk towards John but then turning to Sherlock.

Actually I am here with him.

The utterly flabbergasted look made Mrs. Hudson chuckle.

And I introduced them.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

"Don't be worried too much Mycroft. I'm sure Iara and I can avoid a scandal." Sherlock said, moving back from the table and drawing his roommate around to sit in his lap. He was willing to sustain the barbs and comments from John and Mrs. Hudson to see the look of horror on Mycroft's face. Sherlock could deduce that his brother hated the idea of them together which makes it all the more delicious.

 

[Asa]

She could tell by his scent and the look in his eyes that he had no clue who she was and that lack of knowledge terrified him.

I am Iara and you must be Mycroft. An honor to meet Sherlock's big brother. The stories I bet you could tell me about him.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Mycroft cracks a wicked grin at the mention of stories about Sherlock. He is still polite enough to take her hand and shake it in greeting. "A pleasure, Iara. Perhaps if you manage to suffer through my brother's social skills and remain long enough, I can regale you with stories of our shared childhood."

Sherlock sighed and looked up at his brother. "Did you have a reason in particular for dropping by so late, brother?" He asked, sounding tired of his presence already.

 

[Asa]

Mycroft recomposes himself.

Yes... It appears the murders may have stopped Lestrade thinks at least. He seems to have intel concerning some bookie? Some confidential informant or some rubbish.

He was his usual self but also seemed to study the woman sitting on his brothers lap. That was never Sherlock around women.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

"Yes, we had heard something similar. Perhaps my influence on Lestrade is starting to pay dividends... or the murderer fell in his lap so even he couldn't miss the signs..." Sherlock groused, sounding disappointed that Lestrade captured this one. He had to be convincing for Mycroft; no doubt he was sniffing around to find out the real story.

 

[Asa]

She was after all feline and playful when she wanted to be and wanted to throw everyone off their footing as she slowly turned her head closer to Sherlock's ear.

I am going to go grab that shower we talked about love... Don't take too long.

Standing she turned and with a sway.

Nice to meet you Mycroft... Goodbye.

With that she walked out of the room towards the bathroom.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Sherlock grinned at the collective shocked faces around the dinner table at Iara's move. He couldn't have planned a better way to get his brother out of the house than the power move Iara used. He followed her down the hall with his eyes, admiring the swish of her hips as she walked. Standing up himself, he looked into Mycroft's eyes. "Terribly sorry to give you the bum's rush out the door, brother, but I'm required elsewhere. John, would you be so good as to show my brother out?" Sherlock asked as he followed Iara to the bathroom.

 

[Asa]

She stood just out of sight inside the bathroom door hand over her mouth to muffle and laughter that sought to escape her. Pulling him close she purred softly as she listened for Mycroft to leave.

Oh yeah... I kinda have a thing for shock value sometimes and he really seems like he needs to be shocked now and then.

She was actually almost worried that she had shocked him as well or scared him. She could handle Mrs Hudson and John as Johns attentionnwould more be Sherlock than her.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Sherlock smiled. "At the very least..." Sherlock smiled, leaning in for a kiss. It's brief but loving. "He may be the iceman, but he's not impervious." He says, gently brushing the hair from her face. "But I'd rather focus on us." He adds, leaning in for a deeper, longer kiss.

"Were you serious about having a shower?" He asks, grinning at her.

 

[Asa]

Mmm, I do like this change I you. Stoic is cute but I honestly figured the shower talk would have spooked you or thrown you off a little. Serious... Yeah but all my stuff is downstairs unless there is some big soft warm robe up here I could use?

Mrs Hudson held a poker face quite well till Mycroft was gone and then she and John looked dumbfounded at each other then down the hall and back. John simply blinked and finally Mrs Hudson uttered

You don't think?

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Sherlock looks over at his linen robe on the hook by the door. "Not really big or fluffy. Why don't you get started and I can bring up whatever you need?" He offered, grinning as he ran his hands over her body slowly in the embrace.

He tried to not listen to what was going on in the kitchen, but couldn't help a smile at the shock he heard in Mrs. Hudson's voice.

 

[Asa]

Well down there all by my lonesome I don't tend to wear anything between the bathroom and the bedroom area.

She winked previously.

So I guess the robe or that button up shirt of yours will have to do.

She licked at his lips pulling him closer as she began u buttoning his shirt her eyes never leaving his. She could hear them as well as smell the confusion and couldn't help but smitk.

We will never hear the end of this but I am fairly certain they are happy for us... In their own ways.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Sherlock smiled, leaning in as she opened his shirt. "I'm sure they will run out of jibes in a day or two. Then, they will be pleased for us." He says, kissing her briefly. "Will you need a hand to scrub tonight though?" He asks, smiling down into eyes.

 

[Asa]

Right have to be incredibly direct with you.

She nipped at his lips and backed away undressing.

Strip and join me in the shower.. Now Sherlock.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Sherlock's eyes widened, thrown off a bit by Iara's directness. He didn't run, however. He locked the bathroom door and started to undress. Finishing his shirt was easy enough and his pants followed after. Even though they had just made love downstairs, Sherlock was ready t do so again as he pulled his underwear off. Turning on the shower, he got it the right temperature and waited for Iara to join him.

 

[Asa]

Shipping from her clothes she slipped into the shower with him purring at the perfect temp of hot water. Reaching for the soap she began to rub his chest and arms starting into his eyes with a smile.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Seeing Iara step into the shower, Sherlock could only stand there. Looking up and down the curves and lines of the body of such a goddess made it hard for him to take any action. Feeling her hands on his body, he let a deep needy groan slip out of him. "I never know how powerful the sense of touch could be," he muttered, closing his eyes as the water ran over his body.

 

[Asa]

More that just a container for that mind now isn't it. Think about it. Think about the way cats move. With such control over their bodies as to be able to slip through gates and fences, they should not be able to. They are so attuned to their bodies. Wouldn't it stand to reason that we are well versed in drawing the sensual out of other bodies as well?

Her voice was soft low almost hypnotic in her tone and breathy nature. One hand reaching to trace along the nerves softly at the base of the hairline at the back of his neck.