Sherlock Holmes & The Knights Templar

Something New

Mycroft watched Sherlock train in the distance. He was using multiple weapons; however the goal was the same, kill the opponent. Mycroft jumped when Mary came up behind him and spoke, “Mycroft, he has been training like that for hours. Maybe you should get him to come in and rest.”

Annoyed that Mary had taken him by surprise, Mycroft snapped out an answer, “I can’t make Sherlock do anything that he doesn’t want to.”

Mary placed a hand on his arm as she kissed his shoulder, “Whatever you think is best dearest.” She said softy as she left the room.

Mycroft wasn’t surprised when a few moments later he saw Mary walking across the sand to where Sherlock was practicing, “God, she is magnificent,” Mycroft thought as he watched the silent exchange between Sherlock and Mary. Sherlock had stopped training; he looked at Mary and then glanced over to where Mycroft was standing. “Bugger,” Mycroft swore as he moved into the shadows of the room, for he didn’t want Sherlock to see him.

Sherlock watched Mary as she strode across the sand, the wind blowing her blonde hair to the side, and as the sun shone behind her, Sherlock could see every detail of her body underneath her flimsy garment, the full round breasts that narrowed down to their brownish tips, her flat stomach, her hips leading her stride, and then lower to the dark patch of…

  “Sherlock, are you undressing me with your eyes?” Mary asked in mock disapproval.

Sherlock’s green eyes bore into her blue ones, “That’s hardly necessary, your robe, your dress, your…whatever…your silly boring clothing is as transparent as a spider’s web.” Sherlock snapped.

Mary stifled a laugh,”It’s okay to be curious, Sherlock.” She giggled.

Sherlock’s neck tightened as he desperately tried not to tell Mary to sod off. “What do you want?”

Mary looked down at the ground and then back up at Sherlock, “You should come in now for you look done in.”

Sherlock peered at her waiting for another remark and when none came he sighed, “Fine, perhaps you’re right. I have something to discuss with you and Mycroft anyway.”

Mary smiled as she held out a hand for Sherlock to take, after a few moments she laughed, “It’s okay, Sherlock I don’t bite unless you want to me to.”

Sherlock’s face reddened under his tan as he brushed past her. “Let’s go.”

Mary put a restraining hand on his arm and said, “Sherlock, it’s okay to feel things. It’s okay to crave new experiences.”

Sherlock threw down the weapon he was holding, as a slave ran forward picked it up and put it the pile with the other discarded weapons. “Are you suggesting that I am attracted to you? Because that is absurd….”

Mary threw up her hands, “God, you are insufferable. Sherlock, all I am saying is that it’s not a disloyal act to John, if want to know what sex with a woman would be like. Have you ever taken a woman to bed?”

Sherlock’s eyes widened and then he looked down at his feet, “I have not taken a woman to bed and I have no desire to.”

Mary shook her head, “Sherlock, you seem so young and naïve at times. Surely, you know my sister would love to have you.”

Sherlock looked at Mary intently and said, “Yes, she has made that obvious by kissing my neck, biting my earlobe, trying to maneuver her hand to a spot she has no business touching and worst of all two days ago she grabbed my hand and put it on her breast, until the ends of her---Oh, never mind,” Sherlock said angrily, for he could tell Mary was ready to laugh.

Sherlock stormed back by himself not bothering to see whether Mary was behind him or not and his longing for John became so intense that just outside the palace he threw up in a large jar. When Sherlock felt Mary’s cool hand on his neck, he almost slapped her.

“Oh, God, Sherlock I am so sorry,” Mary said as Sherlock threw up two more times. “Forgive me for teasing you.”

Sherlock nodded but refused to meet her eyes as he stared down at the pile of vomit at his feet. Mary took Sherlock’s trembling hand in her own and lightly pulled on it so that he had to look down at her. Sherlock’ troubled red rimmed eyes looked back at her with such anguish, that Mary gasped, for she had always assumed that Sherlock’s feelings could only go so deep. “Sherlock, welcome to the human race,” Mary whispered as she led him inside to where Mycroft was waiting.

Mary marveled at Sherlock’s ability to shift gears so quickly, as he strode purposefully into the room and announced that he had discovered how the underworld worked. He had discovered how to get the item that Irene so desperately sought. After he made his announcement, Sherlock went to his room and was about to undress, when Irene slithered out from behind a curtain without a stitch of clothing on. Sherlock watched in horrified fascination as she made her way towards him, only stopping when she stood directly in front of him. She smiled and then with a flick of her wrist, Sherlock’s garment fell in a silky pile at his feet.

“My dear boy, you are going to be perfect and I promise that you won’t be bored. In fact I dare say you will enjoy the game as much as I. Sherlock, I am offering you an experience that can’t be felt by reading text books or memorizing chemical charts. Let me seduce you, let me ravish you, let me burn your heart out, let me take away the pain that rips at your soul every time you wake, let me take away the dread you feel when you see another sunrise. Come on dear boy, give in to me.” Irene whispered as she laid a hand on Sherlock’s chest. “Your heart I can feel it beating,” Irene said softly as she moved her hand lower.

Sherlock’s whole body quivered in anticipation of something different and his knees felt weak as Irene whispered encouragement to him. Though Sherlock didn’t say a word his mind screamed in alarm, and though he was terrified Sherlock couldn’t help but think that this feeling was different for it was…something new.