I Am Sher-locked

3. Snowflake

Irene felt his hand travel to her waist, carefully touching her like she was made of glass. "Kiss me...", she whispered softly to his ear. But would he?

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Sherlock stiffened, like he didn't know if he really wanted to kiss her or not. Her hot breath caressed his skin and Irene felt him shiver slightly but his indecision was the opposite of arousing so she pulled back.

"I better go to the bathroom", she said decisively and stood from the bed. Sherlock remained frozed, watching at her. She took the things she would need after the bath and left the bedroom, leaving him alone.

How frightened could he have felt by her attitude? She did not want to upset him, all she wanted was to draw him close to her. It was not just a physical need what she felt for Sherlock, no. It was a mental need, as if her heart could no longer bear the distance between them. They may have been close but the mental distance between them was still great.

After she finished bathing, she applied her favorite cream all over her body and fixed her hair. A low bun with a few loose curls was the best. The dress she chose to wear was dark green, knee-length. Her shoulders were uncovered, so she sprayed her favorite perfume in the right places. What was left for the end was her make-up, which included black eyeliner and red lipstick, and finally the high heels in black.

When she came out of the bathroom she bumped right on John. He was holding a baby.

"John Watson and daughter", she closed the bathroom door behind her, offering a polite smile to him. She could hear Sherlock's violin in the background.

John stared at her expressionless while the baby giggled in his arms. "Irene Adler", he acknowledged her presence as if they were in a courtroom.

"Happy to see me?", she arched an eyebrow, smirking.

"Will see", he said coldly. "But I feel the need to warn you for one thing."

"Oh, let me hear", her smirk grew bigger.

"Hurt him again and I will definitely come after you", he threatened her effortlessly.

The baby started laughing while staring at Irene and she extended her small hands toward the woman.

"I wouldn't even dream it", Irene responded but John couldn't be sure with her.

He was about to say something when the door bell rang and he just swallowed his words.

She offered a last smile to John and walked to the living room. John would certainly open the door. She was not up to do it anyways.

Sherlock was standing by the window, playing a sweet melody on the violin. He had his back turned to her and she just observed him while leaning against the door frame. He was in a dark suit, his imposing, tall figure stood out in the Christmas-decorated living room.

John came into the living room holding his daughter in his arms, followed by a young woman with long, dark blonde curls, Mrs. Hudson, and another man of medium height with gray temples and a long, black coat.

Mrs. Hudson welcomed her with a polite smile that Irene reciprocated. The young woman with the stupid smile removed her coat while staring at Irene.

"Err... who are you?", the young woman questioned rather impolitely. Irene looked at the young woman from head to toe, noticing that she had something obscene in mind when she chose that cheap dress with the abysmal neckline.

"She is the woman", murmured the man with the coat next to her, looking at Irene with eyes full of interest.

"Irene Adler", Irene said with a polite, yet cold smile.