But can she remain detached whilst Sherlock spirals deeper and deeper into his addiction? A dark and frank character and relationship study. Warning! Contains drug use and sexual contentĭescription: 6 months post-Reichenbach, Sherlock approaches Irene with an unusual job offer: he wants to shoot up, and he needs someone to mind him. The plot devices used are awesome, the descriptions vivid, and I particularly love how Mycroft is portrayed in this one. My Review: A very well-written fic that will keep you intrigued. In some ways he’s right, but the truth is more complicated, and personal. Genre: Romance, Drama, Angst, Action, Suspenseĭescription: When Irene Adler contacts Mycroft Holmes with some shocking information and instructs him not to share it with Sherlock, he believes it to be a calculated power play against him.
I’ll add more as I finish reading the other fics in my list :) There’s no way back.Naturally, I’ve become an avid reader of Sherlock x Irene fanfics. It’s impossible how naïve and weak sentiments makes you. Sherlock nods and leads her to the door without any hesitation. Running her finger across his sharp jawline, Irene Adler achieves her goal. Holmes” she whispers distinctly in his ear as her hand wandered to his cheek. As soon as Irene opens her eyes, he drowns hopelessly. Having her in his arms again feels unreal. He hopes she can’t hear how his heart pounds, but Irene smiles to herself, her eyes closed as they swing to the melody.Īnd then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like… And now, their fingers tangled, his hand on her back, her cheek on his chest. He hasn’t included her, even if his wildest dreams. Even his prediction about the wedding being slightly extraordinary event hasn’t included this. He hates dancing, it makes him uncomfortable, but this night is unbelievable special. “Sherlock Holmes doesn’t dance,” Irene notices with a surprised smirk, but seeing his hand held out, she slowly places her fingers on it. “May I have this dance?” he asks, trying his best to cover his stress with a gentle smile. “But we can discuss this later,” Sherlock’s voice wakes her up and makes her give up on dark pictures which suddenly filled her head. It sounds odd, like a name of an old friend mentioned out of nowhere. Irene looks at him for a second, because nobody uses this surname anymore. “Your irresponsibility still astonishes me, Miss Adler” Sherlock declares. Maybe it’s caused by the fact he can barely collect his mind when her fingers travel across his chest? The heat coming down his stomach makes his face flush. The Master of deduction can’t read her at all. Watson my best wishes” Irene smirks, looking him in the eyes. Taking his common sense away with her charm. After the year of silence, she’s standing in front of him, alive. It’s stupid” Sherlock admonishes her, but corners of his mouth raise a little. “What are you doing in London? It’s dangerous. “You haven’t changed a bit since last year”. He opens and closes his lips, trying to say whatever but doesn’t say anything at all. Holmes” pale fingers reach his light tie and loosen it a little. “You’re pretty sure you won’t make any vow ever again, Mr. He nervously catches a deep breath and turns around to face her. Sherlock Holmes being paralyzed by someone’s touch. She slowly scratches his backs with her red nails as he freezes. But as soon as he feels a small hand on his shoulder he knows. It’s so much different scents, he can’t recognize her perfume. The music is so loud, he can’t hear how her black Louboutins click on the floor. Like he just understood he’s all alone now. After the short talk with Mary and John, he looks around with some kind of sadness on his slim face. Her eyes filled with curiosity lays on his back as she sees him on the dance floor. Does she deserve? Judging from their last meeting, she doesn’t. He surely is really loyal if you deserve this. Sherlock Holmes being so dedicated to somebody. She chuckles when he starts explanations.īut deep in her mind, she focuses on the meaning of his words, not at his little blooper. Mary and John: whatever it takes, whatever happens, from now on I swear I will always be there, always, for all three of you,” he says and she raises her brow. “So, here in front of you all, my first and last vow. He’s pretty confident, isn’t he? A bitter taste fills her mouth. Slowly swallowing the champagne the waiter just gave her, she squints her eyes. I’ve never made a vow in my life, and after tonight I never will again”. “More importantly, however, today we saw two people make vows. Sherlock Holmes looking at John and Mary as the new married couple becomes weak. Her red lips curves as she smiles to herself. Wearing the long red dress and black leather jacket, she stays alone and listens to his voice.
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