{WARNING: GENDER SWAP}
Rough sex in the courtyard
And your legs are the north star
Church bells let me ring them
She looked back, said "baby this your kingdom"
The curls on her hair were zipping around her face while the cold wind of the winter was passing through her. Shannon Sherlock Scott Holmes was intrigued by something, and once again I wasn't able to find out what was disturbing her head.
"What's wrong this time, Sherlock?" I was already used to call her for her second name, so that wasn't a strange thing to her anymore, "You are watching the city for almost one hour now."
"Hm?"
Her attention was being dragged to the silhouette of the Big Ben. Her scarf was dropped on the couch and the blue trench coat was out of my vision, letting Sherlock only with her social pants, the white shirt and her scarpins. Actually, I'd rather having her like that.
"It's just... London is getting too boring.", her voice called my attention back to her face. "You see, Joanna Watson, there are no more crimes since last year. Gloria Lestrade says that Scotland Yard is now just dealing with 'normal and no-needed-Sherlock's-presence' stuffs. Not even my stupid and arrogant sister Mytrice has something for me. I'm getting so bored that I amuse myself."
A tiny smile dropped off my lips. The smile evolved to a laugh, and suddenly I was giggling at her face. Shannon raised an eyebrow, looking offended. I needed to take a deep breath before start talking again.
"This is actually what's making you so unquiet? For God sake, Sherlock! Look at this town." She moved her neck in the direction of the window, while her beautiful and shining blue eyes started to analyses the city. "London's crime society fears you, you clever idiot. And they fear you, Shannon Sherlock, because this is your kingdom. And no one has the balls to fight the Queen."
I smiled, looking amused to her face while her lips followed my act. After all, the army doctor here was able to let the consulting detective without a single word on her mouth.
