"No I'm not." Addaline answered from digging inside a box. She came up with a towel and walked over to him, putting it on his head and drying his hair. "I'm a pack rat. But I buy things in the city in which I'm living. I have four different apartments actually. One in New York, one in California, one in New Zealand, and now here."

"Really?" Sherlock commented, intrigued. He looked over as she finished fluffling through his hair. "Why those places particularly?"

Addaline wrapped the towel around the back of his neck when she was donkue drying his hair and waned her forehead against his. "Just for the hell of it. If I get bored of one place I can go to one of the others. Or if I need a quick getaway." She said and kissed his nose before going into the kitchen to unpack some boxes. She had a lot so she knew it would take a lot of time to get fully moved in.

Sherlock smiled sweetly and got up, following her into the kitchen. He opened one of the boxes which held plates and glassware and began putting them away. "That's a clever plan. I should visit them at some point." He smirked.

"You should. They're nice if you need to get away from places for a while." Addaline chuckled. "It's been a long time since I've been to the New Zealand one... no one knows of that one. It's my disappear place. Where I go when I really need to just disappear for a while." she said and looked over her shoulder at him with a smirk. (FUTURE 8REFERENCE)

He laughed lightly and finished putting away the plates. "I imagine it would be hard to find you there. I've always wanted to visit the little hobbit homes. John tells me about them all the time."

Addaline emptied the box she had been working on and opened another. She realised it was al of her paints. She threw on a smock and started getting them ready to paint the walls of the four rooms. "Yes well, I'm pretty sure even you couldn't find my treehouse in those forests "

"If I get to know you more I might." He winked an started hanging some photos and paintings she had.

"No one knows me that well. Not even my own brother." Addaline said and tossed him a smock. "Here, help me paint."

Sherlock caught it and slipped it on. ”I dont usually paint....” he chuckled lightly. "I'm more of a writer and a musical person."

"Well, then write." Addaline said with a grin. "On one of the walls, write something that has to do with the season in the room." she suggested and walked over, kissing his cheek. "I'm sure you can come up with something eloquent."

Sherlock nodded and grabbed a paintbrush. He painted out a scrolled parchment, then began, with a fine brush, painting a poem.

Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.

As he walked into the bedroom to do the bedroom wall, Addaline watched him walk away. She smiled to herself and followed after him after a few mintues to paint the other tree walls. The base walls were a pale yellow, so it worked out nicely with her plans. She painted realistic looking trees, hanging over, and painted leaves of gold, red, and orange hues, all looking like they could just fall to the floor and crunch under your feet. As she painted, she hummed various tunes.

Sherlock looked at the scrolls, proud of his work, then stepped back to let her paint. He was so amazed at her work, that he didn't move or speak for a while.

Addaline got so lost in her painting that she forgot anyone else was in the room for a moment. It wasn't long before she was done with the bedroom's fall scene and she looked over, reading what Sherlock wrote. "Wow! I love it!" She exclaimed and looked at him, noticing his dazed off look. "What?" She asked with a crooked grin.

"... The last time I saw someone paint so quickly and so perfectly was when I was watching an episode of the Joys of PAinting with Bob Ross...." He mumbled, looking around the room.

Addaline chuckled softly. "I've seen every video he's ever done, so you can say I learned from the best." She said and took a bit of gold paint, poking him in the nose with it. "Come on, summer in the livingroom is next."

Holmes crossed his eyes to look at the paint, then smirked and wiped it away. "Summer, here we come." He snuck a bit of red paint and poked her forehead with it.

Addaline looked up at her forehead and got a sudden idea. Hell everything was in boxes and covered up in this room, it was time to have a little fun. She took a paintbrush soaked in green paint and flicked it at him, getting paint on him and he wall. "Think you're up for the challenge?"

Sherlock flinched at the paint splattered on his torso and face. He looked down at himself, then at the wall, then at her. "Shouldn't we cover the floor with newspaper?" He smirked.

Addaline looked at the hardwood floors and waved it off. "Naaaah, I'll just wash it afterwards." She said with a relieved smile. In truth, she was worried he was going to get angry at first.

"Well then..." He turned around as if he was going to take off his shirt, then quickly grabbed a paintbrush that was in some red paint and flicked it on her stomach.

Addaline didn't bother to dodge as she grinned widely and grabbed some blue and purple paint, throwing the green brush at him. It completely missed however and left a huge splatter on the wall. It was obvious she was terrible at throwing things.

Sherlock didn't even have to dodge as it went over his head. He smirked and dipped the brush in paint again, holding it out like a sword. "En Garde!" He grinned happily, swiping the paintbrush in a swooping motion, as if he struck her with a blade, getting more paint on her.

Addaline grinned widely and held the two out, thrusting one at him and managing to splatter him in the arm. "Touche!" She said and looked at the door as it opened. "What in the hell are you two-" John started as he started to come in, but got blue paint to the face. Addaline grinned. "Oops... sorry John... how'd the date go?"

".. are you two having.. what, a paint fight?" John said incredulously. It surprised him that Sherlock was even partaking in something like this. "Its bloody 3 on the morning! I'm surprised you haven't woken up Mrs. Hudson."

"Oh stop complaining and join us." Addaline said and looked at Sherlock wit a smirk, clearly suggesting that they gang up on John to get him to join.

Sherlock grinned excitedly, the same grin he got when a great new case opened up. He swiped the paint to make an "s" and an "H" on his shirt. "Aha! You've ben marked by none other than Sherlock Holmes!"

John took a step back for a moment, and looked down at his shirt. "Wha... oh... don't think you're going to get away with this just because you've been dead for a few months." He said as he wiped some blue off his face and caught Sherlock's shirt with it.

"The game is on!" Addaline exclaimed with a grin, grabbing the nearest bucket, which happened to be yellow, and splashing it all over both of them.

"The game has always been on!" Sherlock sputtered at the paint and grabbed a bucket of green, splashing it on them.

Addaline laughed and both her and John got smothered in paint, but John wasn't nearly as happy. He laughed, but it was more evilly as he ran for he purple paint, splattering them both with it. "Sneak attack!" He yelled out as he also threw glitter at them, which he had originally gotten for Addaline to welcome her, since she had told him she liked to paint.

Sherlock looked at the glitter on him and grinned. "Look at us, Addaline!
John has turned us into fairies!" He did the little foot hop thing. He snatched the glitter from John and threw the rest at him.

Addaline laughed and tried patting some of the glitter off of herself. "I was never one for glitter really." She said with a grin. She put her hands on her hips as she looked at the messed up walls. "Perfect!"

John couldn't help but to smile, until Sherlock threw glitter at him. He made an "ack" noise and tried to brush it off himself, only managing to smudge the paint. "Well.. what was the point of all that again?"

Sherlock's laughter died down and he put his hands on his hips aswell. "That is a very good question, John. I assume, by the way she's standing and her beaming face, that this is how she wanted to paint this extra room."

Addaline turned to them and smiled. "Summer. A time of fun and color. Its perfect." She said.

John smiled at first, and looked between the two. "I'm just gonna... you know... take a shower downstairs... goodnight.." he said and left, walking carefully to make sure he didn't get paint on Mrs. Hudson's hallways.

Addaline waved to John and looked at Sherlock with a smirk. "A shower sounds great. You're welcome to join me if you like." She suggested. She was hoping he'd agree.

"Summer. Just what I thought it would be." He chuckled. He waved to John and picked up one more bucket, looking mischievously at her. "You're going to have to take this bucket from me first.."

The paint happened to be red. Addaline smirked and walked over carefully, making sure not to slip, and grabbed the bucket. She was stronger than she looked. "Just remember, you challenged me." She said as she tried to wrestle it away from him.

Sherlock meeped when she nearly yanked the bucket away and kept his grip. They struggled for a while, before something clicked. She won't give up no matter what I say or how hard I pull... Time for plan B. He leaned forward quickly, kissing her deeply.

It caught her completely off guard. Addaline froze up, but before her mind could figure out what the hell was going on, her eyes closed and she kissed him back, hands loosening on the bucket.

Sherlock held the kiss for a moment, surprised that she kissed back. He didn't know how to respond, so he poured the bucket on their heads.

Addaline was caught by surprise again, and jumped as the paint splashed over their heads and faces. She wiped paint away from her eyes before looking at Sherlock and laughing. "Well, you're just full of surprises." She said with a wide smile, glad that the paint now hid her blushing.

"Aren't I just so clever?" He chuckled lightly and stood up straight. "To shower, we must wear bathing suits."

Addaline gave him an odd expression, but smiled anyways and nodded. "Bathing suits it is then." she said with a chuckle, looking down at herself. She knew going out into the hall would be a bad idea for her, since she was more of a mess than Sherlock was. "Just be careful. I don't want Mrs. Hudson getting angry if we get paint anywhere else than in here." she said with a grin. She could still feel the blush on her cheeks, and it annoyed her. She'd been wondering what it would be like to kiss him, and it was phenominal.

Sherlock nodded and squeezed the paint out of his hair and took off his shirt, and wiped off his pants. "Alright. I'm going to get a pair of trunks from my room."

Addaline watched him take off hus shirt and smirked. "I'll be waiting for you." She said and went to one of the boxes she saw marked as clothes. She wanted to laugh, because some of the paint had run down his shirt, causing streaks of random Color on his chest. She knew she wasn't any better off.

Sherlock nodded and hurried to his flat, rummaging through his clothes. He found a pair of swimming trunks. "Aha!" As he turned to leave, he noticed someone standing outside his window. He would have payed more attention, but decided that he should hurry back to her. He changed and walked back to her flat.

While he was away, Addaline let her grin take over as she found her bathing suit. It didn't take her long to change into the black bikini, and she noticed that paint really had gotten down her shirt. It went up to her knees from wearing the capris. Shaking her head, she went into the bathroom, turning on the water. It was one of the two places left to paint.

Sherlock knocked on the door, then stepped back in. As he did, he gave a startled yelp as he slipped and fell into a puddle of paint. "I'm alright. I'm fine." He yelled, getting back up and hurrying to the bathroom. He shut the door and smiled, then blushed lightly when he realized what she was wearing. "..."

Moriarty took his chance. He casually walked in and up the stairs, to her flat. He quietly opened the door and went to the room, avoiding making any tracks or stepping in paint and wiped off the camera, then left.

Addaline heard the yelp and the slam into the floor. "Are you okay?" She asked, then heard his reply. She was just walking to the door when he came in, her hand almost on the door knob. "Oh! Welcome back." She said with a grin and closed the door behind him. She noticed that he was covered in paint since he fell, so she covered her mouth to keep herself from laughing. "Looks like we're both a mess now."

”It seems so.” Sherlock smiled widely. He stepped into the bathroom and put the water on warm. ”I shall help you mop up the floors afterwards.” he told her, stepping in.

"Awwwww, you don't have to. I can do that while you come up with some writing for one of the walls for summer." Addaline said with a grin and walked in after him, closing the sliding door. It wasn't a bath, just a walk in shower. She had to close her eyes quickly since she had walked right under the water, paint running into her eyes. "Ack."

Sherlock chuckled and gently wiped the paint away from her eyes. ”I can do that afterwards.” he said smoothly. ”I helped create this mess, I should help clean.”

Addaline put her hands lightly on his arms by his elbows, being almost completely at his mercy since she couldn't see. "If you want. It's the boring part, really." She said with a light chuckle.

”Cleaning doesnt always have to be boring. We can put music and dance as we do.” he joked, freeing ner eyes of the paint.

Addaline was finally able to look up at him and smiled softly. She realised how close they were however, and her blush returned. "That sounds like it could be pretty fun... except that its still like 3:30 in the morning." She said. "Perhaps we can do it tomorrow? If I could borrow your couch to sleep on... my bed and couch are still all wrapped up." She asked, her hands still on his arms since his hands were still on her face.

Sherlock gently let go of her face. ”That won't do. I insist that you take the bed.”He said, crossing his arms as if that was that.

Addaline let her hands fall away. She would've pouted if it hadn't been for the sudden point he made. "Sherlock, it's your bed. I have no right to take it from you. The only way I'd sleep in your bed is with you there with me." She said defiantly. It was odd. She used to talk like that all the time to guys, part of stripper dirty talk. However, with Sherlock, she felt a lump rise in her throat and her face turn a dark shade of red, the blush going down to her chest 

Sherlock noticed, of course, but for once didn't say anything about it. "I sleep on the couch all the time. I insist that you take the bed. If not, I'll make you." he said simply.

Addaline raised a brow. "You'll make me? I'd love to see you try." She said as a smirk played on her features. "I'm not taking your bed, and I highly doubt both of us are going to fit on your small couch."

"You're taking my bed." He said as a matter of factly. "I said so. So that's that."

"Nope. I'm not taking your bed unless you join me there. I'm not making you sleep on the couch. For fuck's sake you'd been tied to a chair up until today, Sherlock." Addaline argued with him. Despite acting tough however, that bright blush was still there just from all the talking. She wasn't going to back down.

"I've never slept in the same bed as anyone since I was 8 and I hated every moment." Sherlock said simply, recalling having to share a room with Mycroft. He shuddered.

Addaline was able to read him easily and smiled, wrapping her arms around the tense man. "Sherlock, I'm not Mycroft. I'm like you, so think of it as just sleeping with yourself." She said, and realized it really didn't sound right. "Or I'm just an extra body pillow." She corrected herself, keeping her arms locked around his waist.

"... Fine." Sherlock gave in, pouting his lower lip. He quickly formulated a plan to wait until she was asleep, then go to the couch.

Addaline wanted to kiss him when he pouted his lower lip in such a way. She stood up on the tips of her toes and pressed her lips lightly against his, giving into the temptation.

Sherlock froze up a little as their lips met. ~She's kissing me, why is she kissing me? Did I do something dumb? Nonono people don't get kisses when they're idiots- Was I being cute? I don't think I was being cute maybe it was when I pouted my lip. I should kiss her back right? Right? Yes? Right. He finished his mental ramble and gently pressed his lips back.

Addaline relaxed against him when she felt him untense a bit, a smile forming into the kiss. She let her own mind go numb, just getting lost in the feeling of being in his arms, against him and kissing him so gently.

Sherlock's mind went a mile a minute before it slowed down and just.. Stopped. His mind has never stopped before. It was odd, but.. Relaxing. Maybe that's what John feels like, he thought as they continued the kiss.

Addaline pulled back slightly as she felt herself melting too far, not knowing how far he would want to go. She stared up at him for a moment before smiling softly. "You're a good kisser Sherlock Holmes." She said with a soft chuckle.

"I wouldn't really know that for a fact. But I'll take your word. I enjoy your kissing as well." He smiled sweetly and took her had, kissing the back.

Addaline was about to say something stupid, but she stopped and bit her lip to keep herself from laughing. Sherlock had purple and blue on his lips from kissing the back her hand. "Sherlock, Sherlock. You didn't look where you kissed." She snickered and reached up, wiping most of it away with her thumb. "We still need to get clean I think." She smirked playfully.

He touched his lips, blinking and looking at her hand, chuckling lightly. He grabbed a soapy cloth and lathered it up, gently running it over her shoulders. "Yes we do."

Addaline wasn't expecting it, and her face turned bright red. She fumbled for a face cloth and lathered it up, placing it lightly on his chest. "You know... for a stripper, my confidence is very faulty..." she mumbled softly.

Sherlock tilted his head, smirking and gaining a bit of confidence. "Everything I know about strippers, which is only what Irene has told me, makes that statement rather odd."

Addaline managed a small, awkward chuckle as she slowly moved the cloth over his chest, the paint being stubborn. "It's quite horrible actually..." she said. "It's why I don't sleep with clients. I've got zero confidence." She said. She moved slowly so she control her shaking hands.

Sherlock noticed the slight tremble and took her hands, gently keeping them to his chest. "Well then. With the power of deduction, we're going to have to change that now aren't we?"

Addaline's face was still flushed as she looked up at him. "How is deduction going to help my confidence? I've been deducting since I was young." She said softly.

"Well, maybe you just need another you to help see it." He winked and kissed her forehad.

Addaline smiled and nuzzled their hands gently. "I don't know how you're gonna manage that, Sherlock." She said and looked up at him.

"I'll find a way. I'm Sherlock Holmes." He gave a half smile. He took the rag and gently ran it over her arms and hands, washing away the paint. He then took a bold turn and knelt down, washing her legs.

Addaline smiled in return, but just as her blush was going down, he just had to do something bold and go for her legs. The back of her knees were ticklish, so she jumped slightly when he reached there. She was extremely thankful they were wearing bathing suits, having no idea what she would do if they weren't.

Sherlock jumped also a little and looked up at her. "I'm sorry, did that hurt you?" He asked, genuinely worried as to what the jump was for. He didn't want to hurt her. She was the second friend he'd ever had.

Addaline shook her head. "No.. the backs of my knees are ticklish, is all." She said and managed a soft smile. She took the second cloth and managed to wash his shoulders while he was knelt down.

Sherlock got a mischievous glint in his eyes and glanced up at her. He quickly flailed his arms and wrapped her arms around her knees, tickling them friously.

Addaline made a squeak and braced herself against his shoulders as best as she could as she broke out into a painful fit of laughter. "Sheh--sheh--sherlock!" she gasped between laughs, trying to wriggle out of his grasp to escape the tickling.

After a minute of eternal tickles, Sherlock let go and grinned widely. "Sorry. I had to exploit it. I mean, you did exploit me." He winked.

Addaline still leaned on him since he hadn't stood, trying to catch her breath. "You're an ass." she said with a breathless laugh. "I didn't tickle you." she said, her body just feeling like jelly, which was an obnoxious feeling.

"You know what I like, according to Irene. You could exploit that at any mooment." He grinned, slowly getting up and holding her, incase she fell over.

"According to Irene, you could say her measurements just by looking." Addaline said and nuzzled him gently. "I can tell you like the cuddling part of a relationship, and I've been exploiting it unintentionally. You're just really snuggly, like it or not." she said and looked up at him with a soft smile. "Mycroft was saying that you have a girl that likes you, but you don't let her get close. Molly Hooper I think her name was?" she asked.

"Yes I can." He said proudly. "And see? You exploit. So it was only fair." He paused at the name and shrugged. "Yes... Molly... She does like me, I haven't the foggiest as to why. But I don't share the same feelings... I mean, she's a nice companion, brilliant in her own way, and as close as a friend as I got to before John but.."

"Ah, so she's not a threat." Addaline said automatically, and quickly changed the subject. "So if I asked you about someone's measurements, you'd be able to tell?" she questioned.

"Yes, but hold on. What do you mean a threat?" He asked, looking like he just figured out a clue in a new case. "You're changing the subject. You don't get to change the subject after a comment like that."

"Changing the subject. Nope." Addaline said, her face turning red from her screw up. She cleared her throat. "Let's finish getting the paint off, okay?"

"I'll tickle you again if you don't clarify what you meant." Sherlock grinned and close mouthed grin. If she'd confirm her like for him,it would be easier for him to come to terms himself.

Under the threat of tickling, Addaline gave a soft whine through a tightened jaw. She really didn't want to seem like an idiot, more than she already felt. For god sake's, she'd just met him in person today, though she'd liked him ever since she started following John's blog.

Sherlock lifted her chin, seeming a lot more sexy that he meant to. In which case he didn't mean to be sexy at all. "Please?" he said softly, looking into her eyes. He didn't feel much for anyone, but with her around... Things felt... Okay.

The look made her feel weak in the knees. She held onto his arms lightly, and closed her eyes, letting out a sigh. "I guess, what I meant by it, was there is no competition. I really like you, and knowing there are no others to compete for your attention, it relieves me..." she said softly, keeping her eyes closed so she wouldn't have to see him, thinking he would look disgusted with her or even disappointed.

But Sherlock was neither. He looked curiously baffled. Think Sherlock. What is the most appropriate response to a woman admitting she has feelings for you? What would John's response b- nonono that's a terrible example. Think Sherlock.. Think! Acting on impulse, he pressed his lips deeply to hers, pulling her close.

Addaline's eyes shot open and a small gasp escaped her. She didn't last that long though and closed her eyes, kissing him back just as deeply, getting lost in it. She wrapped her arms around him and held onto him like he was the only thing keeping her from falling.

Sherlock held the kiss, trusting her to break it when it needed to be broken. He wrapped his arms around her waist,,caressed her hips with his thumb.

It seemed like ages that they held that kiss, the time just melting together to seem long, but at the same time not long enough. Addaline had to pull back to catch her breath, staring up at him. Her heart was pounding like she had just gone for a 10 mile run, and felt like it could burst.

Even Sherlock was caught a bit breathless as the kiss broke. He couldn't stop his heart from beating loudly and obnoxiously. "Are you alright?" He managed to ask, looking at her with an almost shy glance.

Addaline nodded, though her body was doing what seemed like 20 things at once, tingling, numbing, being on fire. "Yeah... more than alright... I've been wanting to do that since our first taxi ride here... from the hospital..." she said softly.

"Really?" He asked, the surprise and excitement much more apparent than he meant it to be. Which, again, was not at all. "I find that odd. Most women hate me. Even John says that it sounds like I'm telling him to punch me in the face every time I speak."

Addaline gave a chuckle. "He said that?" She said with a soft smile, putting her hands lightly on those superbly defined cheekbones. She shook her head. "I don't feel that way. I love hearing you speak, to see how your mind works, but not just that. I'm liking that I get to see how your heart works as well."

"I was informed a while ago that I don't have one." he smiled sweetly, placing his hands over hers; his long fingers lacing into her hands. "Though I suppose that can't be true. John thinks to think so. And you know he's always right." he grinned.

"No... you have one." Addaline said and guided their hands to his chest, putting their hands right over his heart. She held them only there for a moment before she moved them to the side and pressed her ear up against his heart. "Yup... I can hear it... that, and I sort of took your pulse in the restaurant."

"I noticed." He smirked, chuckling as she pressed her ear to his chest. "I took yours as well." Sherlock admitted.

Addaline looked up at him and gave a light laugh. "I guess great minds really do think alike." she said and leaned up, kissing his jaw lightly. She was unfortunately not as tall as Sherlock, but was taller than John. So nuzzling him, she was giving her tippy toes a workout.

"That they do..." He said in that jaguar in a cello voice, pressing his lips back against hers. Fortunately for her, Sherlock was nice and leaned down to relieve pressure on her toes. He broke the kiss and grabbed the shampoo, squeezing some into her hair and massaing it gently.

Addaline smiled and closed her eyes to make sure she didn't get soap in her eyes. Her blonde hair was a mix of colors from paint getting poured on her head. As the soap was run through, the suds started changing different colors, but mostly red.

Sherlock slid his fingers through that pretty, long hair, wondering if he would be able to do this all the time. He leaned down, stealing another lip peck and washed all the paint from her head.

Addaline couldn't help but to smile when he stole another light kiss from her. She felt like she was swimming in luke warm water, her mind swimming with ideas. "Is it safe to open my eyes yet?" She asked.

He wiped the final suds from her eyes. "Perfectly safe now." He smiled, takign the shampoo for his own hair.

"Oh no you don't. You got to wash my hair, now it's my turn to wash yours." Addaline said and took the shampoo from him. "On your knees please. You're too tall for me to reach." She said, trying to make it sound as not dirty as possible.

”At least you said please. Irene just drugged me.” he chuckled lightly, getting on his knees and bowing his head slightly. ”Be careful. My hair follicles are sensitive.”

Addaline smiled. "You've been drugged up enough." She said and put some shampoo in her hands. She gently started working it through his hair, smiling as she saw the paint come up and make the suds different colors. She massaged his scalp slowly and carefully, humming softly.

”I couldn't agree more.” he said, relaxing against her hands. ”Do youbusually shower with people?” he asked, keepin( his eyes closed.

"I've never showered with another person, honestly." Addaline said softly, finishing through the massaging and rinsed his hair of the soap. While his eyes were still closed, she leaned down slowly and pressed her lips against his.

He flinched slightly as she caught a strand of hair wrong, but smiled when he was kissed. ”Not with any exes or anything?” Sherlock asked softly.

Addaline felt him flinch, but said nothing about it. Her mind wandered to what it would be like if she pulled his head back by his hair during Sex, but she quickly dismissed the thought. "Nope... just you." She replied softly against his lips, feeling attracted to him like he was an opposite magnet. "The only other person I've been with in a relationship was a long time ago, only in high school. He was killed our senior year." She said softly.

"You're thinking dirty thoughts, aren't you?" He smirked. Sherlock frowned as she told him and looked up at her, though his eyes were still closed. "May I ask how?

"I was, admittedly." Addaline said with a soft chuckle, glad some tension in the conversation was released. "He was murdered. Shot where he stood. The killer still hasn't been caught. I was still young at the time, so the police wouldn't let me near the crime scene to figure it out."

Sherlock rubbed his eyes and looked up at her. "Have they closed the case? Or is the evidence still available? I mean, with one great mind, an unsolved murder can be a slight challenge, but with two, there's no stopping us."

Addaline shook her head. "The case is cold, and has been closed." She said softly to him, straightening herself out and helping him back up to his feet. "It was eight years ago. I haven't even been in a relationship since."

He frowned and got to his feet, accidentally slipping and pinning her to the wall. "Oh! I'm sorry." He quickly pulled off and looked to the floor. "Sorry... Why haven't you been in a relationship since?"

Addaline made a small squeak in surprise, every dirty thought in her head coming out at once, filling her brain. "I-it's alright." she said softly, her face red. "I just haven't found the right person to be in a relationship with." she admitted. "I'm afraid to get close to people.. bad things happen when I do."

Sherlock frowned, his cheeks red as well. "Perhaps you can try to open up a little to people...? A woman of your stature should have a perfect man."

Addaline looked up at him and raised a brow. "A perfect man? Hah. There is no such thing as perfect. Everyone has their flaws." she said softly and smiled slightly at him.

"Perfection is subjective. A perfect man is the man who's flaws fit perfectly with ones own." He explained, nuzzling her cheek. "Fact, everyone is flawed. But if you find someone who's flaws you can cope with and love, they become perfect."

Addaline blushed lightly when he nuzzled her and smiled slightly. "So you're describing yourself." she said and nuzzled him back gently.

Sherlock's cheeks light up like flames. He looked at the floor. "You haven't known me for that long. You couldn't possibly know that." He mumbled. What was think? Was Sherlock being... Self conscious? Yes. For the first time, he really felt... Unworthy. She was beautiful and kind and brilliant and he.. Well. He was Sherlock Holmes.

It was Addaline's turn for her face to light up like flames. "Well, I've kind of... followed John's blog..." she mumbled. "So I do know quite a bit about you..." she said and looked up at him with a scolded puppy look.

He looked at her, quirking a brow. "Yes, you know about me... But you haven't spent enough time with me to know that you could handle it... This is the first time you've met someone else that has your mind, yes?"

Addaline nodded. "Valid point made. I guess it's just something we'd have to try." she said and smiled up at him. "I'm willing to try if you are."

Sherlock looked down, obviously contemplating it. He really had nothing to lose. "I suppose.. I've never been presented with this situation before."

"Never? Not even once?" Addaline asked with a questioning glance. She nuzzled his cheek gently and reassuringly, since he just seemed so lost and not knowing what to do.

Sherlock wrapped those pornographic arms around her, nuzzling her hair. "Never. It may be hard to picture, but I'm not exactly one's image of Mr. Right."

Addaline let herself be pulled against him, nuzzling her face into his neck. "Unless you're me I suppose." she said. "If a crush lasts more than four hours, you've already fallen in love."

"That sounds like you're talking about an erection." He raised a brow and smirked, trying to joke with the "If an erection lasts more than 4 hours, contact your doctor."

Addaline got it right away and laughed lightly. "I'd be worried about that one. That's supposed to be a bad thing to last that long." she said and nuzzled his neck gently. She knew his hair was sensitive, but what else was, she was curious to find out.

Sherlock gave a light shudder as his neck was rubbed against. He quickly figured that she was looking for sensitive areas and decided that the game was on. He drifted his fingers over her back, caressing it in small circles.

Addaline smirked, since she would never tell where her sensitive spots were. The strongest was her neck, but the scar from her bullet wound was also very sensitive, it would send tingles through her whole abdomen. She grinned to herself when she felt him shudder. Had she found it that quickly?

Ah, she would have to try a little harder. Sherlock's was his hips and collar bone. He leaned down, gently brushing his lips to her neck and held her by her waist.

Addaline's face turned red, and it could be felt against his face and lips as she let out a soft gasp. She chuckled. "You find things quickly." she said softly, brushing her own lips lightly against his ear as she spoke.

He shuddered a little less since his ear was further from either spot, but smiled and nipped her skin gently. "I was just observing reactions." He chuckled.

Addaline noted the reaction she got herself, slowly brushing her lips down his neck until she did manage to get to his collar, giving it a gentle nip, since he had been nipping her neck.

Sherlock tensed a little, a light moan escaping from his lips. He backed up slightly and looked at himself, questioning his own reaction.

Addaline noticed he backed up a bit and let him. She smirked slightly, a light blush still on her cheeks. "You alright? I didn't hurt you, did I?" she questioned honestly.

"No... Not at all. That was just... Odd." He said honestly. "I've never had that reaction before." Sherlock looked at her. "Do it again."

Addaline broke out into a grin and tried not to laugh. "You are probably the most adorable thing I have ever seen in my life." she said with her grin still in place. "Sherlock, it was a moan. It happens when something turns you on, or during sexual or intimate acts. You can't say you've never moaned before... have you ever masturbated?" she asked bluntly.

"I don't participate in sexual acts... I really haven't. At least not like that..." His cheeks darkened. "... No."

Addaline smiled sympathetically and made sure the water was still warm, but she figured it wouldn't last long since they'd been in the shower so long already. She walked over to him and wrapped her arms around him, feeling how tense he was. "Just relax." she said softly with a smile.

"Is that bad?" Sherlock asked, meaning the not having ever masturbated. "I just never found the point of doing so, so I never bothered..."

Addaline smiled softly and nuzzled his neck. "It's not bad. You're just more inexperienced than I thought." she said. "There's nothing wrong with that at all." she said and kissed his collar gently.

Sherlock shuddered, moaning lightly again. "... Will you teach me?" He asked softly, burying his face in her hair so he wouldn't have to look her in the eye.

Addaline blushed, and he'd be able to feel it against his neck. "Are you sure?" she asked, wanting to make sure he was fully aware of what he was saying he wanted to do. God his moan had her turned on, so she hoped he wasn't just joking around.

Sherlock pulled back a little and looked at her, nodding his head shyly. He looked like a lost child trying to ask for help. "I've never experienced that, or anything similar.. I think I should."

Addaline looked up at him and couldn't help but to smile reassuringly. "Alright." she said and kissed his jaw gently. "But not in the shower. It's not the right place for your first time at anything like this."

"Most would choose a bedroom or a couch and seeing as I don't really have a couch, just chairs.." he smiled, turning off the water and stepping out. He held out his hand for her.

Addaline smiled and took his hand gently. "You have a couch in your flat, well, a fouton. And you're bed will be fine. John's asleep in his, isn't he?" she questioned.

"He is." Sherlock nodded and grabbed a towel, drying her off. "Shouldn't we mop of first though?" He motioned to the other room.

Addaline looked at her livingroom and stared at it for a moment. "Hmmm... nah, I like the floor colorful like that." she said with a smile, taking another towel and drying him off, and fluffing up his hair.

Sherlock leaned down so she could reach and chuckled, nuzzling her lightly. "You're odd... I like it." He smiled and led her across the room, carefully avoiding the paint, and into his flat. He creeked open the door. ".... John?" he whispered. "Jooooohhhnnnn...." No answer... Thena snore. "He's asleep."

Addaline was careful of where she stepped, and she suddenly wondered where Jericho was. She shrugged it off, thinking he was in one of the flats somewhere. Sure enough, he was on Sherlock's couch, passed out himself and luckily not covered in paint. Addaline listened carefully as well for the snore and grinned, nudging him slightly. She had no idea where his bedroom was, so she waited for him to lead her in.

Sherlock crept creepily, staring at the floor. "Follow my steps.." He whispered, quickly making calculations as to where to step so the floor wouldn't creek. He got them to the bedroom and quietly shut the door.

Addaline followed his exact steps. They were so quiet, they didn't even wake the dog. She looked at his room and noticed that mostly everything were in boxes, the bed being unmade with all the blankets folded. "Right... you've been dead up till now, huh." she said and looked at him and smiled. "I'll help you make the bed."

Sherlock smiled sweetly and nodded his thanks, pulling the blankets up and working with her to make the bed. He wondered if it would be comfortable enough for her as he put up the pillows. When they finished, he stood there awkwardly, tapping his hands against the sides of his legs.

Addaline helped him make the bed quickly and smiled once they were done, feeling accomplished. She looked up at him from her side of the bed and could instantly tell he seemed awkward. She walked around and walked up behind him, resting her hands on his shoulders. "Just relax." she said softly, and started kneading at his shoulders gently.

Sherlock relaxed, but only a little. He sat down on the bed and looked up at her. "So... How do we do this?"

Addaline smiled down at him and walked right up to him, gently and carefully running her fingers into his hair. Instead of speaking, she leaned down and pressed her lips against his.

Sherlock watched her wearily, but relaxed a little more when she touched his hair. He nuzzled her hand, blushing lightly as their lips met. He kissed back tenderly, gripping the bed sheets a bit.

Addaline was used to virgins coming into the strip club. She was used to them passing out as soon as the clothes started stripping away. That being said, Sherlock was actually doing very well, seeing that they were both still in nothing but bathing suits. She just kissed him for a moment, enjoying even that much.

Sherlock remembered talking to Irene about it and her words drifted into his head. Just do what feels natural. His hands drifted up, placing them onto her stomach.

Addaline smiled into the kiss for a moment before kissing his jaw gently, trailing kisses down to his collar, where she nipped at the sensitive area lightly. He was close to her scar, and he could probably see it very clearly, since it looked like, well, she got shot.

Sherlock chewed on the inside of his lip and moaned softly. She was distracting him terribly from where his hands were going and they indeed brushing on the scar.

Addaline gasped softly when he brushed it, making her body quiver and almost making her lose her balance from the sudden tingles it gave her, so she had to straddle him moreso by putting her knees on the bed on either side of him. "You found the other one." she said with a slightly breathless chuckle.

"A sensitive spot?" He asked, glancing down at it. "It doesn't hurt ever, does it?" he asked, actually worried.

Addaline smiled slightly. "Oddly enough, only when it snows." she chuckled and kissed his jaw lightly. "Any other time, if it's touched, it causes an odd tingling sensation."

Sherlock smiled lightly and kissed her neck gently, slipping his hands down to caress her sides.

Addaline closed her eyes and let out a soft moan, running her hands up to his shoulders, wandering his shoulders and chest slowly, remembering every curve and muscle. They were so close in this position, with her straddling his lap, that she could feel the heat coming off of him, and it was intoxicating.

Sherlock sucked gently on the soft skin, tugging her forward by the hips and practically making her sit on his lap. She could feel the heat from his cheeks on her neck.

Addaline couldn't help but to shiver as he sucked on her neck, letting out a shakey sigh. God she wanted him to pin her and do her right there, but being his first time, she was being good and taking it slow. She let her hands wander down his stomach and rested on his hips, his other weakness, and gripped slightly into them when he moved to suck on the pulse of her neck.

Sherlock gave a soft gasp, his body tensing again as her fingers gripped his hips. He kissed her collar bone, sucking on the skin gently and scooted back to lay her down on the bed. He sat up and looked down at her, then at the bed, looking adorable as he wondered what to do next.

Addaline blushed when she was moved on the bed. She smiled and took him by the wrists gently, pulling him so he was on top of her, with his hands on either side of her head. She leaned up after getting him situated and caught his lips in a heated kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Sherlock kissing back passionately, sliding his now shaking hands up her sides and hesitantly stopping at her breasts. He gently broke the kiss and stared at her with those deep blue pools. "Now what?"

Addaline could feel him shaking, and took his hands gently when he stopped. God even just looking at her like that made her get goosebumps. "Well, hmmm... I've got an idea." she said and sat up slightly. "We'll undress eachother." she said, but a blush creeped across her cheeks. She was planning to please him first a bit.

"I've never been undressed in front of or by a woman..." He mumbled. "Nor have I undressed one that wasn't in a body bag..." He sat up with her, nervously reaching around and undoing her bikini top.

"Well, I guess tonight is a night of firsts then." she said and leaned up, kissing his neck gently to try and relax him. While he was doing that, she slowly ran her hands down his chest and stomach, getting the the waistband of his swimsuit.

Sherlock glanced down at her hands, leaning back a little once he got the top off. However, he didn't look at her. He merely stared at her thighs, his heart racing. He was mentally preparing himself.

Addaline watched him react and chuckled softly. "It's alright." she said softly and leaned up since he moved back, kissing his neck gently.

---

"You give off very mixed signals, you know..." Whispered the psychopath. "It's terribly arousing..."

Jameson blushed again and looked up at him. "I'm really not trying to do it intentionally." He said with a mild shrug. "It just happens I suppose..."

"I know." Jim kissed his cheek. "Just thought you should know that yuo're a tease."

"I'm sorry." Jameson said with a sympathetic smile and nuzzled him. "I hope I'm not causing any trouble for you... even though you captured me so I should probably be fighting you tooth and nail right now..."

"Not at all." He said with a kiss on the cheek. "I just might have to use it against you later." he teased.

Jameson raised a brow. "Using against me? How so?" He questioned.

Jim simply grinned and slid his fingers over his thighs and towards his crotch.

Jameson's face flushed a dark red. "Ah, now I see." He said slowly, masking his sudden stutter well.

Jim kissed him tenderly. ”Sweet sin...”

Jameson kissed the mad man back slowly. "Sometimes things that are sweet can be bad for you.." he mumbled softly, feeling like he was slowly being dipped into warm wax, the feeling enveloping his entire body.

" I know... And I'm wondering how bad you can be for me.." he winked with a grin.

Jameson looked up at him and swallowed, trying to swallow his heart back into his chest. "Very bad.." he said softly, finding it harder to resist this man's charm.

Jim grinned wider and nipped his bottom lip. "Mmm... I'll be patient."

Jameson nodded slightly. He had no idea what to do in the situation, being in the other man's lap, in such a vulnerable position. He knew Jim could tun this into a situation where Jameson would be helpless.

But Jim wasn't that evil. He nuzzled his face against Jame's shoulder, sighing contently.

Jameson relaxed slowly, letting out a soft sigh of both relief and relaxation. He nuzzled his face into Jim's neck and shoulder, smiling softly.

"You look tired, love. Why not rest? I'll keep an eye on those two." He smiled.

Jameson nodded and looked as their hidden camera was suddenly covered with green paint. "... what the hell?" He mumbled softly.

Jim looked at the camera and frowned. "Damnit... She's painting." He sighed and shook his head. "I'll have to go in there at some point and change the camera."

Jameson shook his head. "Her one talent she's never done anything with. It's a shame."

"Really? She doesn't do anything with painting?" Jim asked, laying back on the floor and pulling him on top.

Jameson made a small squeak, but got comfortable and rested his chin on the other man's chest, looking up at him. "Never. I am always telling her to do something with her paintings. What does she do instead? She becomes a stripper."

"Artists." Jim shrugged, chuckling. "They never know what they want to do with anythin."

Jameson shook his head. "She better learn her lesson after this..." he said softly and nuzzled Jim's chest gently.

"She will." Moriarty got that evil grin on his face. "Oh, she will.."

Jameson looked up and smirked. Jameson wasn't the type of bad guy to smile evilly. He was the type you never expected.

Jim played with his hair lazily. "You know... You make the perfect criminal."

"I do." Jameson couldn't help but to agree. "For everything I've done, I still have yet to be caught."

"It's because you're so unintimidating." He chuckled. "I mean that in the best way. No one suspects you."

Jameson smiled slightly and nuzzled him him. "That's a good thing. It means I can get away with more."

"A lot more.." He kissed his forehead and have him that lazy grin.

Jameson grinned widely. He noticed that Jim seemed a little pale. "Are you feeling alright?"

"Mm? Oh yes, just fine. My should just hurts a tad." He admitted.

"Your shoulder? What happened?" Jameson asked, sitting up slightly, actually looking a bit concerned.

"Your sister shot me." he said simply, shrugging.

Jameson's eyebrows knitted together. "Let me see it... I cant imagine that you've been to a hospital for it."

"Hospitals are for bees." Jim chuckled and nuzzled him. "It's fine."

Jameson wasn't fully convinced, but he wasn't going to argue. "Okay.." he said softly and nuzzled the madman back gently.

He kissed his forehead and sighed contently.

Jameson sat up and looked at the screen of the T.V. He was slightly anxious to get this plan in motion. He let out a sigh, but a smirk soon took it's place. His sister would be kidnapped, drugged, and tortured to believe it was Sherlock who did it to her. He thought after the fight, Sherlock would want nothing to do with her, and would throw her away like he did everyone else. The only mistake Jameson was making so far; he was underestimating
Sherlock.

Jim went through some windows and found another camera. He saw them going into the shower room and coaxed Jameson to stand, getting up. "I'm going to wipe that camera. Be right back."

Jameson got up completely and looked concerned at the thought of Jim going in there. "Are you sure its safe? What if John sees you? I've read his blogs, he's got good aim with that gun of his."

Moriarty grinned and grabbed a scarf and a hat, the combo mostly covering his face. "I'll be back." He walked out and went to the flat. He waited outside, smoking a cigarette and staring at his phone, watching them on it.

Jameson remained quiet and waited for him. While he was waiting, he looked around to see if he could find out anymore information on Jim Moriarty. He was curious to know more about the madman and his ways.

Jim didn't really have anything of significance in the flat. There was just furniture, a book shelf, and... His lap top. With a very encrypted password.

Jameson looked at the laptop and stared at it. He knew there was no way he'd be able to hack into it. He wasn't as clever as Jim and Sherlock. He sighed and went into the kitchen. He searched through the cupboards until he found hot chocolate.

Jim came back soon after and smiled. ”Honeeey.. Im hooommeee." He founded Jame in the kitchen and chuckled. "What are you doing?"

Jameson looked up from making he cocoa and smiled, waiting for the water to boil. "Hello there, welcome back." He said with a sweeter smile. "I'm making hot chocolate."

Jim smirked. ”Found my cocoa stash I see... Hot chocolate on a rain day? Sounds lovely..”

Jameson nodded with a grin. "Honestly, I looked around to try and find out more about you. As you can figure, I didn't figure out much." He said and leaned against the counter comfortably.

Jim walked.over, pinning him to the counter. ”Oh Im sure you'll find out plenty as time goes by...”

Jameson found himself blushing. "You'd actually trust me with all of that? I'm surprised." He said and smiled slightly up at the mad man.

”Of course. you're aiding me to Sherlock's demise... besides. I could just kill you if you betray me.” he grinned. ”And we wouldnt want that...”

Jameson shook his head. "Of course we wouldn't want that. I very much like being alive." He said with a soft smile.

Jim kissed his nose and nuzzled his jaw. "Mmm... I like you better alive to..."

Jameson smiled warmly and nuzzled Jim back gently. It felt unusually right being all cuddly with this man. Normally, he couldn't stand being touched by others in any way.

The water began to whistle and Jim looked up, giving Jameson a quick kiss before grabbing two mugs from the cabinet and filling them with the cocoa powder.

Jameson blushed when he was kissed and watched Jim with a wide eyed stare. It was obvious he still wasn't used to such things.

"I love how shy you are." Jim smriked to him. " You weren't treated with a lot of affection in your life, correct?"

Jameson shook his head. "Addaline got all of the affection. I was told I should be tough and protective of her, and she was told she should be innocent. Look how that turned out." He said bitterly about his old fashioned parents.

Jim pouted lightly and walked over, lifting his chin. "Hey now... Don't make that face... You can't help the old and their old ways.. That's why you just have to make your own ways." It was pretty good advice coming from a psychopath. "Besides. I think you came out fantastic."

Jameson looked up at him and blushed more when Jim spoke. "You think so?" He gave a small chuckle. "You're very philosophical today..." he smiled sweetly.

"Of course." Moriarty gave a quirky grin. "I do that occasionally." He mixed the mugs and held one out to him.

Jameson smiled warmly and took the mug gently from him and took a sip. "Mmm, perfect." He said with a soft smile at the madman.

"I added something special to it." Jim's grin widened. Whether it was evil, or mischievous was a very good question.

Jameson tilted his head slightly. "Should I be worried? I've already been chloroformed once today." He teased with a kind smile.

"I don't know. Should you?" He wiggled an eyebrow, eyeing the spoon in his cup. He had put a chocolate kiss on it.

Jameson looked down where Jim was eyesight and lifted the spoon, seeing the kiss. He grinned widely and looked up at him. "Awwwww, that's sweet. No wonder it tastes so good."

"I thought you deserved a kiss for how evil you are." He winked and sipped his cocoa happily.

Jameson smiled. "Aaw, I'm not that evil..." Jameson winked at him. He grinned at him widely, sucking the kiss off the spoon since it was all melted.

He chuckled and kissed Jameson's cheek. "Evil enough." He purred sweetly.

Jameson chuckled and nuzzled his throat, kissing the soft skin lightly. "Hmmm... okay, I'm slightly evil." He said with a chuckle softly

"Just slightly? I think you're more evil than you give yourself credit, Mr. I'm letting a Madman handle my sister." He laghed

"Hmmm... valid. You're going to harming her, but not killing her. Harm is the only thing that will make her learn the lesson." Jameson said and looked at Jim with a smirk. "After the drugging and the raping, she'll learn."

"See? Evil as hell." He kissed his cheek and tapped a bit of froth from his coco on his nose.

Jameson went cross eyed to see it, and easily reached his tongue to his nose and got it off. "Not evil, just extreme."

Jim raised an elegant brow and grinned. Oh the uses he could have for that tongue... "Extreme and Evil start with the same letter."

Jameson looked at him curiously and smiled. "Ah, but they have different meanings." He chuckled softly.

"But when you're evil, you can be extreme. And sometimes extremity is used in evil. Isn't it so easy when you're evil." He grinned.

Jameson grinned widely. "Good song you just reminded me of." he said and took a sip of his cocoa. "It's unusually easy being evil, but it's also lonely.

Moriarty wrapped his arms around the younger man's shoulders. "That's when you find other people to be lonely with." He smiled sweetly.

Jameson smiled softly at him and nuzzled him. "It's odd. When I'm around you, I don't feel alone anymore. It's a pleasent feeling..."

Jim blinked, confused for a moment. Had Jameson really meant that? "You know... I feel the same." He smiled and kissed his cheek.

Jameson smiled sweetly and decided to be bold, which made his face turn red as he thought about it. He leaned forward and kissed him lightly.

Moriarty paused, glancing at him. He went to think about the situation, then thought Fuck it. He kissed the young man back tenderly, not wanting to push him too far.

Jameson had no idea what he was doing, so taking the lead didn't make the kiss last long as he pulled back and grinned a wide grin, like he'd just won a gold medal.

"Someone's excited." Jim winked and pulled him close by the waist and into a passionately tender kiss.

Jameson blushed and leaned into the tender kiss, wrapping his arms around Jim's neck. He immediately melted into the madman's arms.

Jim put their mugs on the counter, leaning against it himself and holding him close by the hips. He purred lightly into the kiss, caressing the small of his back. "you're lovely."

Jameson blushed more when he felt their hips rub up against eachother, his heart pounding in his chest. "You really think I am, even being as evil as I am?"

"Being evil is one of the loveliest things I can think of." Jim kissed his nose, letting him lean against his chest. "And my god, are you the loveliest thing I've ever seen."

Jameson smiled and nuzzled his face into Jim's neck, glad to be this close to someone. "You're the only one that thinks so..."

"I'm sure that's not true.." He cooed, kissing his temple and caressing his back.

"You don't know how true it is. Sometimes I even think Addaline hates me... especially now that she knows she's adopted..." Jameson said softly. He figured she already knew about his kidnapping, and it was the reason why he wanted to teach her a lesson. Oh, if only he knew that Sherlock hadn't told her yet.

"I don't think so. I think she was like most women that act on blind emotion." He nuzzled his hair.

Jameson nodded and looked over at him. "I was thinking to play a victim with her... because I want her to still trust me more than anyone. With her being drugged, she'll think I'm being tortured as well... and I can inforce that it is Sherlock that's behind all of it."

”I could pretend to hurt you ... while not actually hurting you..” he slid his hand over his ass.

Jameson's face turned a dark shade of crimson as he felt Jim's wandering hand. "Y-yes, you-I-we could do that..." he stuttered. He had heard that the first time doing Sex was painful, so it made him a bit worried.

Moriarty chuckled as the nervous demeanor and kissed his nose, letting his hand fall back on his waist. "No worries... We won't do that just yet. I'll just tease."

Jameson nodded slightly, oddly and possibly stupidly trusting the man holding him. He buried his face into Jim's neck.

Moriarty smiled an actually smile. It was warm and sweet and tender and nothing Jim was use to. He nuzzled his neck lightly, caressing his back in a slowly pattern to let him calm down.

Jameson missed that sweet smile with his face in Jim's neck. He slowly relaxed in his arms, his breathing becoming a lot less shaky than it had been.

"Are you alright? I don't mean to make you uncomfortable..." He said with that slow drawl, nuzzling his temple.

Jameson blushed lightly at the sound of his voice. "No, I'm alright..." he said softly.

"You suuuure?" Jim asked, rubbing his fingers tips back on forth on his hips.

"I'm only uncomfortable because I've never done anything like this before." Jameson pointed out and couldn't help but to shiver at his light caresses.

"That's adorable.." He chuckled lightly, nuzzling his hair. "I love the innocent ones.."

Jameson blushed lightly and smiled softly. "Yeah, I hear that a lot... but people don't stick around to correct the problem."

"Problem? Since when is innocence a problem?" He asked, nibbing his jaw.

Jameson blushed. "Inexperienced." He said, taking his glasses off and laying them on the table. His eyesight wasn't bad enough that he had to wear them all the time. Only when he felt like it.

"Well that's when you have someone teach you." He smiled sweetly, running his fingers through the boy's hair.

Jameson nodded slightly and looked at Jim with a slightly worried expression. "Does it hurt like everyone says it does?" He asked softly.

”It hurts a little the first time, but it goes away rather quickly. And it's easier if you have an experienced lover.” he smiled sweetly.

Jameson nodded slightly and smiled. Jim made it sound not as scary. His face turned bright red as thoughts of him and Jim came to mind.

Jim nuzzled his cheek, then grinned. ”Are you thinking about it? Nauughty.”

Jameson looked at him and if it were even possible, his cheeks darkened, the blush travelling down to his chest. "Y-yes.. I was..."

”You naughty thing you. But at least you're honest.” he nuzzled his neck

Jameson nodded slightly. "An honest evil guy... isn't that rare.." he said with slight sarcasm and a chuckle.

"Oh no, no. We're usually very honest. We just lie to the people we need to lie to." Jim shrugged, nuzzling his neck.

"If I were honest to Addaline, she'd probably kill me herself. Murdered her high school love, shot her to get her off the force so she wouldn't get to the evidence of that murder... you know." Jameson said with a slight shrug.

Moriarty stared at him, blank faced for a moment, before breaking out into a huge grin. "I think I'm in love."

Jameson blushed lightly. "Oh? What makes you say that?" He asked with a smile.

"Because you think so deviously and it's all for the sake of your darling sister. I love you!" Jim gave him a pack on the lips.

Jameson smiled sweetly and gave him a small kiss back. "Well, family is everything to me." he admitted with a small chuckle.

"I can see that. It's so sweet and heart warming in a most morbid way." He chuckled.

Jameson smirked, glad to not be being judged on his ways. He nuzzled Jim gently. "We should go do something..."

"Mmm... We should. How's abooouuutt.... a movie? I hear there's a few good ones out.."

Jameson nodded and smiled warmly. "Sure, that sounds great." he said and looked down at himself, his clothes still being a mess from being manhandled. "Do you have some clothes I could borrow?" he asked. Four in the morning, and they were planning to see a movie.

"Of course." Jim led him into his bedroom; a dangerous place for anyone but him to be, it seemed. He went through his drawers and picked out a casual dress shirt and jeans.

Jameson was completely oblivious to the danger he could've been in. He took the dress shirt and the jeans with a smile on his face. "Thank you. Where can I change?" he asked.

"Right here." Jim smiled charmingly. He walked to the door and stepped out, letting him change.

Jameson's face turned red before Jim left, thinking that Jim was going to stay. Once the door was closed though, he let out a relieved sigh of air and got changed. He neatly folded his dirty clothes once he was changed and put them by the door.

Jim spruced himself up in the mirror, making sure he still looked dapper as hell. He chuckled to himself a moment, reveling in the fact that he was getting all nice for what basically was a date.

Jameson peeked his head out of the door, looking for Jim. "Jim?" he called out.

Jim peeked out of the bathroom. "Right heerrree..." he sang.

Jameson walked out and smiled softly. "What movie were you thinking of going to see. Are there even any theaters open around this time?"

"Drive in theaters. This one palys all night. Perhaps a horror movie?" He asked.

Jameson nodded and smiled. "Okay. Just to warn you though, I'm a bit of a wuss."

Jim slipped an elegant arm around his waist. "No worries, darling... I'll protect you." he grinned.

Jameson smiled softly and nuzzled his cheek. "My knight in shining armor..."

"Does that make you the prince?" He chuckled, leading him out.

Jameson smirked. "No, that makes me just the unknown village kid that you just happen to fall in love with." he said with a charming sort of smirk.

Jim grinned. "Even better... Must I keep my love a secret?" He pouted, opening the car door for him.

Jameson shook his head and waited until Jim got into the other side. "I don't think you have to." he said with a smile, taking a small glance at 221 Baker Street, across the street.

"Good. I'll arrange a plane flag then." He grinned, pulling out and driving them towards the edge of town.

Jameson smiled and looked around as he drove, since Jameson didn't really get to get a good look at the city since he had arrived.

"First time actually looking around?" Jim asked. "London is quite the place. I'll show you around later today."

Jameson nodded, looking around in slight wonder. "It's nothing like New York." he admitted and looked at Jim with a grin.

"I've never been. What's it like?" He looked over, smiling sweetly.

"Loud, all lights, lots of trouble to get into." Jameson said and took Jim's hand lightly in his own. "There are a lot of things to see. Not just in New York, but everywhere in America."

Jim glanced at their hands and laced their fingers together. "We'll have to go sometime. And you can show me around."

Jameson nodded and smiled sweetly. "We can go right after Addaline moves and we take care of Sherlock. It will be our hiding place."

"Oo! I love apartment shopping!" He grinned. "We should find somewhere near the ocean."

Jameson nodded. "There are plenty places like that. New Jersey or Long Island would be best for that. Long Island is part of New York, but it's not that populated in most areas."

"I've heard bad things about New Jersey." Jim said, rubbing the back of his hand with his thumb.

Jameson chuckled softly. "New Jersey isn't all that bad. It only depends on where in New Jersey you go. There are some nice towns there."

"Hmm. We'll go see." He smiled, pulling into the drive in theater. He paid for two tickets, sodas and popcorn and drove onto a slot.

Jameson looked actually sort of excited. "I've never been to a drive in movie before." he said/

"They are scarce, but I love them more than a lot of things. It's the simple things in life." He nuzzled him.

Jameson nodded and leaned over as much as he could to lean against Jim, resting his head on his shoudler.

Jim scooted him close and got comfy, watching the movie quietly. He had seen it a thousand times, so he wasn't scared.

Jameson, on the other hand, had his eyes glued to the screen, sinking more into Jim's side. Occasionally, he'd jump and give a small whimper or some other kind of pathetic noise.

Jim held back the occasional chuckle from the adorable reactions. He gently picked the boy up and placed him on his lap, snuggling him close.

Jameson squeaked as he was picked up and moved so easily. He stared at the screen still, but he felt safer in Jim's arms.

Jim locked his arms around Jame's waist, giving the back of his neck a sweet kiss. "Don't worry. I've got you."

Jameson smiled and relaxed in his arms, even though he still managed to jump every now and then. When the movie was over, Jameson felt tired and worn out.

Jim looked at Jameson and smiled. "Tired already? It's only 6 in the morning..."

Jameson chuckled. "Yeah, no sleep tends to do that to me. Cloroform doesn't count. I'm still a bit jet-lagged."

"Aww... Then we should get you back and let you sleep." He kissed his cheek and gently placed him on the passenger seat.

Jameson smiled softly at him as he got settled in the passenger's seat. "Truthfully, I'll probably get nightmares from that movie."

"And I'll be there to cuddle you and make all the nightmares go away." He reassured, holding his hand.

Jameson smiled more and took his hand lightly, lacing their fingers together. "I hope so." he said and did a cute grin.

Moriarty chuckled lightly and pulled into the parking space, getting out and opening his door for him. "Shall we?"

Jameson nodded and smiled softly, getting up and waiting to take his hand before going back into the apartment, which Jim owned the whole building. By the time they got back, Addaline and Sherlock were already asleep, but in the wrong apartment, so when he checked the video, they were no where to be seen. "Hmm..."

Jim glanced at the webcam and typed something in. Sherlock's flat came in to veiw. "I wonder what John's up to.."

John was in the kitchen, drinking a well deserved cup of coffee. Especially since what Jim and Jameson didn't know, was that he had been woken up by Addaline and Sherlock, and had barged in the middle of their fun time.

Moriarty raised a brow. "What are you doing up so early, Johnny boy?" He mumbled, sitting on the bed.

Jameson sat down next to him and watched John on the video. "Isn't he military or something?" he asked, nuzzling Jim's shoulder lightly, the one John had shot.

Jim tensed and gritted his teeth a little as a wave of pain surged through him. "Yes. Still... He usually wakes up at 8."

Jameson looked up at him with a concerned look. "Perhaps we should make sure you're wound is doing okay." he said softly.

"It's doing fine, love." He reassured. "Lay down.. Get some sleep."

Jameson wasn't fully convinced, but he sighed and nodded, still doing a Stevethekickedpuppy look.

Jim smiled and chuckled, kissing his cheek. "I'll go to the doctor later.."

Jameson nodded and smiled slightly, better at least that Jim was planning to go to the doctor. Jameson shuffled so he was on Jim's other side, pulling him down to cuddle into him, but so Jim wouldn't have to lay on his bad shoulder.

Jim got comfy in bed, yawning slightly and pulling him to lay his head on the psychopath's chest. "Sleep well."

Jameson smiled and nuzzled into his chest, closing his eyes and letting out a content sigh. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep.

Jim stayed awake for a little while longer before drifting off.

---

Addaline watched him react and chuckled softly. "It's alright." she said softly and leaned up since he moved back, kissing his neck gently.

Sherlock let her touch him, then took a shuddering breath and looked at her chest, his face brightening with red.

Addaline watched his face turn such a shade of red, she couldn't help but to grin. "I take it you like what you see, hmm?"

He hunched his shoulders a bit, his hands falling to his sides shyly. "... Yes... You are physically and mentally flawless in every way shape and form... No woman, nor angel, nor goddess can hold a candle to you."

Addaline's face burned red, moreso than his did actually. She'd never been complimented like that before in her life. She sat up and wrapped her arms around him, since to her he seemed a bit down suddenly. "Are you okay?" she asked softly with concern.

Sherlock looked at her, tilting his head in confusion. "Yes. You asked if I liked what I saw. I do, and I described what it was I saw."

"You hunched your shoulders... that usually means something is wrong." Addaline said softly, brushing the back of her hand against his cheek gently. "I just wanted to make sure you're alright."

"I'm fine... Just was overwhelmed by being in the presence of such a perfect creature." he nuzzled her hand and leaned forward, kissing her deeply.

Addaline's face couldn't get more red at his compliments. She kissed him back just as deeply and wrapped her arms around his neck. It was more than lust, she realized. She'd actually fallen in love with the great Sherlock Holmes.

Though he was still a conversation with John away from realizing it, Sherlock had fallen in love with her a while ago. She just fit so well with him... He slid his hands over her hips and shakily pulled down the bottoms.

Addaline let him without helping his shaking hands this time. Her more steady ones went down his chest from his shoulders again, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of his swimtrunks, this time pulling them down slowly.

Sherlock held his breath as his shorts were slipped down his thighs, his face darkening red when he saw his already fully hard member. He looked away, embarassed.

Addaline smiled softly and nuzzled his cheek gently. "That steps done. Now lay on your back, please." she said softly in his ear.

Sherlock looked at her and nodded, lying on his back. "Why am I lying on my back? Isn't the man usually on top?"

Addaline straddled him and smiled lightly, kissing him gently on the lips. "Just enjoy a moment." she said and kissed his jaw lightly, going down to his collar. However, she didn't linger as she started kissing down his chest, moving down slowly.

Sherlock groaned lightly as he lips fell on his collar again. He blinked when she moved down, propping himself up on his elbows to watch her. "... What are you doing?"

Addaline looked up at him while she kissed down his stomach with a "Just watch" sort of glance, nipping at each of his hips for a brief moment, before licking the tip of his member teasingly.

Sherlock tilted his head, confused, then tensed and gasped, biting into the back of his hand to suppress a loud moan. "Nnn... A-Addaline.."

Addaline figured they would end up waking John or even possibly Mrs. Hudson, but she really just didn't care. He'd never experienced anything like this. Hell, the man didn't even masturbate. She gently started stroking his length with her hand, taking the tip into her mouth gently, and sucking lightly.

Sherlock took shaky breaths as she did, tossing his head back and moaning, his hands gripping the sheets hard. He blinked and looked up when he heard someone clear their throat and looked to see John standing in the doorway.

Addaline grabbed the covers and pulled them over both Sherlock and herself. "Oh, hello John" she said with as much of a pleasent smile as she could muster.

Sherlock waved a little. John stared, a bit in disbelief. ".... There's coffee on the pot." "Okay." Sherlock answered. "... We're also out of milk." "I'll get some later." Sherlock replied. "... Right then. Good night." John said and walked out

As John and Sherlock spoke with each other, Addaline moved up with the blanket and nuzzled Sherlock's neck gently, and couldn't help but to grin. "Nice seeing you John." She chuckled as John left. When he was gone, she looked at Sherlock with a smile, kissing his jaw lightly. "He's a good friend. He probably thought you were being hurt or something, and that's why he came rushing in." She purred softly.

"More than likely. But now he's going to avoid eye contact all day tomorrow." He chuckled, kissing her back tenderly and nipping at her neck.

Addaline smiled softly and pulled herself against him, before he nipped at her neck. She let out a soft moan when he started nipping her neck. She reached down and gripped him gently, making sure he hadn't lost it since John came in.

Losing an erection on his first time because of his best friend? Not on Sherlock's watch. He was still completely hard against her hand. He sucked gently on the soft skin and hesitantly slipped a hand down and pressed a finger to her clit.

Addaline let out a soft gasp when he touched her, letting out a moan against his neck. She was sensitive from being horny this whole time. She started stroking his slowly, knowing when he was ready instincts would kick in and he would pin her.

Sherlock played with the pink numb gently, watching her as he did. He pulled his hand back and rolled her over, kissing her deeply and sliding a finger into her body.

Addaline gasped lightly against his mouth, arching against his hand slightly. It had been years since she'd been with anyone intimately, almost like she was a new again virgin. "Mmnn... Sherlock..." she moaned his name against his lips.

Sherlock's heart skipped a beat. Hearing his name spoken to lustily from her turned him on terribly. He was slow and smooth with his movements, but at the same time firm. He pulled his fingers back and bit his lip, slowly positioning himself. He suddenly jumped back. "WAIT!" Sherlock flailed out of bed and fell on the floor, getting up and running out of the room.

"John do you have a condom?"

"What- EW! SHERLOCK. YOU'RE NAKED."

"That's besides the point, do you have one?"

"SHERLOCK GET OUT YOU HAVE A HARD ON!"

"John! I need a condom!"

"UGH! HERE!"

There was a shuffling noise.

"OUT!"

"Thank you."

The sound of footsteps hurrying back down the stairs was heard and sherlock popped back in, "Sorry."

Addaline sat up as he ran out, listening to their bickering. She couldn't help but to laugh when Sherlock came in. "Nope, that's fine." She said and nuzzled him when he came back. "I just hope you didn't wake up Mrs. Hudson."

"She's use to being woken up by me. She probably has her earphones in." He crawled back over to her and looked at the condom, opening it and staring at it oddly.

Addaline watched his expression and laughed lightly. "Here, let me help." She purred and nipped at his collar and shoulder lightly, rolling the condom onto his member slowly. "Mmmm.."

He pouted jokingly when she laughed at him. Sherlock shuddered a little and lifted her chin, kissing her tenderly. He pushed her back gently and held the kiss the whole time, slowly pressing himself to her.

Addaline closed her eyes and kissed him back just as tenderly. She relaxed herself, letting out a soft moan against his lips. It hurt a bit since it had been so long, but it was easy enough to ignore as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, still holding that kiss as much as she could.

Sherlock held one hand on her hip and the other gripping the pillow beside her head. He pushing in slowly, at least knowing that this was painful for the woman the first time. He finally hilted himself, pausing and breaking the kiss to suck on her neck

Addaline breathed heavily, moaning when he started sucking on her neck. "Y-you don't have to stop.." she said breathlessly.

"I-I wanted to make sure you were adjusted.." Sherlock mumbled. He gently wrapped her legs around his waist and bit his lip, slowly starting to thrust.

Addaline moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist, a shiver running through her. "Sherlock..." she purred and pulled him down, kissing him heatedly.

Sherlock kissed abck deeply, taking a moment to suck on her lower lip. He moved his hips in a slow and sensual movement, while at the same time being firm.

Addaline was in pure bliss. She moved her hips with his, letting out another moan. She didn't care if she was being loud, being so lost in the moment.

Sherlock grunted lightly as he bucked his hips a little faster. Being more reserved, he didn't moan as loud, mostly because he was trying to be considerate with John. He leaned up, kissing her deeply and thrusted deeply.

Addaline groaned against his mouth, arching her back slightly. That one motion sent him straight into her g-spot, causing her to gasp and a shudder to wreak through her body.

Sherlock quickly calculated in his mind palace that he had done something good and grabbed her hips with both hands, bucking firmly against that spot and leaning down to suck on her nipple.

Addaline bit her lip to keep from crying out, and instead let out a sort of muffled groan. She was quickly escalating to an orgasm, quicker than she thought she would've.

Sherlock's light breathing quickly turned into soft panting as he bucked. He flicked his tongue around her nipple, moaning softly against the soft flesh.

Addaline tensed up after a few more thrusts, her orgasm slow and long, but powerful. "Nnngh... Sherlock...." she moaned out, her legs tightening around his waist.

Sherlock dug his nails into her hips and buried his face in her neck to muffle a loud moan as he hit his orgasm with a couple more bucks.

Addaline shuddered as he dug his fingers into her hips, wrapping her arms around him and holding him close to her. She let out a shakey breath after a few moments of coming down from her orgasm. She was in a stare of euphoria, and drowsiness suddenly hit her.

Sherlock honestly would have been ready for round two, but he noticed the tired look on her face and realized he was a little drowsy himself. He pulled out gently and took off the condom, tying it and throwing it away before pulling her into a snuggle.

Addaline snuggled right up to him, entangling her legs into his long ones. She didn't care about the blankets and covering up. As she buried her face into his chest, she felt everything was perfect in his arms.

Sherlock sighed his joy and pulled the blanket over them, nuzzling his face into her hair. Maybe this is what John was talking about. Finding that one girl that makes you happier than you've ever thought imaginable.

Addaline managed a small smile when he covered them up and nuzzled her. It was six in the morning, and the combination of being up a full 24 hours and Sex just really wore her out. It didn't take Addaline long to fall asleep.

Sherlock would have been able to stay up, had it not been for the sex. He wrapped himself around her and sighed contently, nuzzling into her hair and drifting off.