My Mr.Holmes

Chapter 9

Sofia's POV:

He held my hand as I climbed the steps to my house. His hands were warm and practically swallowed mine.
We made eye contact and I'm sure I saw something other than hatred in his eyes, like desire.
When he let go I turned to watch him leave and I realised I was staring too long when I heard a scoff on my left.

"James! You scared the daylights out of me why are you outside?"

"If I was inside I would've missed you admiring Sherlocks behind" he laughed thunderously awakening the street and I'm sure even at a distance Sherlock turned his head.

"You idiot, this is so embarrassing I wasn't admiring him I was looking at the stars."

"Oh sure sure, anyways Goodnight then. Oh! Actually I wanted to ask you something." He hesitated suggesting that Enola was what he was asking about, gods I should be a detective too.

"Nope."

"I haven't even asked yet. Look just ask her about the case and help me help her please."

"You should ask her yourself tomorrow but if you miss her then sure I will ask. Now off to bed it's late"

"You do realise I'm a lord right so you can't be ordering me around. I am a man so I do what I like."

"If your were a man you would fix your own problems rather than asking your big sister to fix them for you now go inside you'll catch a cold in this weather."

"Yes mother." He rolled his eyes as he walked towards his door

"I don't appreciate the sarcasm!"

He stepped back out and even from 5 metres away I could see his smile "Goodnight Sof"

"Goodnight flower."

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This morning I woke up tired as my mind was occupied with thoughts of Sherlocks hands.
I can't help it, his hands are veiny and muscular and his fingers are long and slender, images of them on my body was all my night was occupied with.

I hate to admit that after last night I was starting to see him a bit differently, even if he did get on my nerves at times.

I splash my face with water in hopes to diminish my arousal but to no avail. I try occupying myself with a book then but of-course the one I picked up has to do with intimacy with a detective.

I wonder if Sherlock feels the same, he couldn't.
Not possible as I made sure he hated me just as much as I hate him although now I'm not entirely sure I do hate him.
In order to stop thinking about Sherlock I decide to go to my brothers for breakfast, that way I won't think of inappropriate meetings with Sherlock Holmes.

Sherlock's POV:

I walked her home and we talked the whole way. I was admiring her constantly but how couldn't I, she was the most beautiful women I'd ever laid eyes on.
I held her hand as she climbed the steps to her house, her hands are smaller than mine but her fingers are long and slender. Inappropriate thoughts threaten to enter my mind and as I make eye contact with her I quickly walk away.
I can feel eyes burning holes in my back and then I hear laughter, a man, worried that she's entertaining a guest, I turn only to see her brother James.
I can't help but sight with relief and I barely managed to contain myself on the way home.

After dealing with Enola's problem, I find myself falling asleep easily with only thoughts of Sofia consuming me.

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For the first time in a while, I'm awoken with an erection.

All I can think about is her.

I decide to have a cold shower to rid myself of this arousal and as I step in the water instantly soothes me.
I stroke myself slowly imagining her small hands on my cock. Picturing her mouth around my length, I continue pumping faster and I find myself close to release. I can imagine her moaning my name in pleasure and as I start stroking even faster I cum straight onto my hand.
If this is what fantasising about her can do to me then I wonder what the real thing would be like.

I decide to bury myself in work this morning to forget about Sofia. The clues on my board are starting to come together slowly and I instantly have a breakthrough. My case links with Enola's meaning I have to investigate the match factory as well.
Too excited for words, I rush out of my flat forgetting to lock the door on the way out and make my way to the factory.
It's dark and empty as I enter but I'm wary of my footsteps so I tiptoe around, my eyes and ears begin to adjust and I hear someone enter.
Instantly I have them pinned to the wall, with my hand around their neck.

"You!?"

Sofia's POV:

James' house bored me to death and I only found myself thinking of Sherlock more. I decide to be brave and go to his flat making some excuse to my brother about a friend.
It's getting dark when I leave so I decide to hurry up and I manage to get there in record time.
His flat door is open when I get there and I call out to Sherlock quietly, when there's no answer I tiptoe in cautiously.
I check every room and no sign of anyone, assuming he forgot to lock his door on his way out, I'm sinking in defeat when I notice his board.
Sherlock is quite a lonely man so I assume he only left for his case.
When I connect all the lines together, everything leads to the match factory and I hastily lock his door and run after him.

It's now dark out and I'm starting to wish James was here so that I'm not alone out here.
I decide to just run there because I'm afraid of being an easy target.
When I get to the factory, there's a gate that's locked and I'm instantly grateful to be wearing pants today.

I clime over the gate carefully and enter the factory.
It's sort of dark when I enter and I cannot see anyone else so I begin to walk further into the room.
However, as I step forward someone grabs me and I'm instantly pinned against a wall by my neck.
I recognise the feeling of Sherlocks hand and I relax .

"You!?"

"Yes me you idiot, you could've hurt me badly."

"Sorry but you're the one who showed up
unannounced, what are you doing here?"

Feeling caught out I simply shrug, incapable of forming a complete sentence. "I...umm"

"You're looking for me?" He smirks at me devilishly and I can't help but rub my legs together searching for some kind of relief.

His eyes glaze over my legs and I remember that I'm not wearing a dress today and that Sherlock has just seen me rub my legs together.

"Ah I see you need my help with something" he gives me a quizzical look and now I'm sure he's mocking me.

"I'm perfectly capable of doing things myself, your door was open and all the clues on your board pointed here so here I am."

"Here you are. Quite obviously in need of some release." He grinned at me teasingly and I can barely stop the butterflies.

"Ok I'm leaving now since you are clearly having fun mocking me.

As I turn to leave, I feel a strong hand grab my neck from behind and pull me into him, our lips connecting.
I'm slightly shocked by this position but I instantly match his pace. I run my hand through his curls and his other hand falls flat on my arse and I have to stop myself from moaning so loud. His tongue running through my mouth and his hand on my arse has me begging for release but then he grabs the back of my thighs.

"Jump. please" the desperation in his voice has me following his command instantly and he sits on the table lowering my body onto his. I can feel his penis poking me through our clothes so I rock back and forth and I hear a frustrated groan leave his mouth.
His hand reaches down into my pants and the contact makes me shiver. He starts rubbing his fingers down my clit and I almost cum right there.

"Oh... Sherlock please.. don't stop."

"I love it when you say my name." I feel him grin against my lips and it takes all of me not to scream out loud.
His hand starts moving faster when all of a sudden the lights turn on.

Authors note:

I hope you enjoy this chapter, I'm bad at smut so please leave some ideas and criticisms. Also I wish more authors did dual POVs:)