RDJ Imagines

Solved

Suggested by Downey27

(In this imagine, a new case was made up, instead of the cases involving Lord Blackwood and Moriaty, because it's set after the two movies were done.)
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Here I am, coming back from a requested place, to deliver files to my good friend Sherlock Holmes. How'd we meet you ask, well it's all thanks to John Watson. He discovered me as a struggling detective, and brought me to Holmes as a type of internship.

Watson saw my potential, but at first Sherlock didn't approve of me. After a few months, he began to give in when he realized I was as smart as him.

I felt the longer I stayed, the more knowledge I developed, but knowledge wasn't the only thing that came over time... it was a love.

Yes, I developed a love for Mr. Holmes. He never knew, and he probably never will. I would love to know if he feels the same, but with everything going for him, I probably never even cross his mind.

"Mr. Holmes, the files you've been waiting for." I said, as I walked in Sherlock's room; placing the files on his table.

He came out from his study, and walked in the direction of the files. He picked them up and began to look through it.

"Are you sure these are correct?" He asked, looking at me with a questioning face.

"Indeed they are. I even questioned it when I took them, but I assure you that's what you wanted."

"Very well then." He looked back at the files.

"Um, also I made another discovery. It involves the Dustridge case. Actually it ties into this." I said, pointing towards the files.

"Explain..." Sherlock said, leaning back on the table smoking his pipe.

"Well, many months earlier there was suspicion that Anthony Dustridge had a connection to the black market that Williams owned. Considering that they were friends, it wasn't hard to believe." I said, picking up the files.

"But here on this paper, it says that there was a interaction with trade between Williams and a so called Dustridge about two weeks back. Which makes no sense because he had been killed in a assassination for treason a month before." I said, placing the paper back down; Sherlock listening intensely as he continued to smoke.

"Since he was already dead, that gives speculation that someone--" I was interrupted.

"Is using his name, taking all of what he owned, and more then likely selling the goods for profit." Sherlock said, nodding.

"Yes, of course! Leading to only one suspect, Mr. Dustridge's wife, Karen."

"Absolutely. Knowing that she hated her husband of 21 years, and also had a affair with Williams." We both looked into each others eyes, and smiled.

"Another case, so close to being solved. Just need a tad bit more evidence." I sighed, looking down. I brought my head back up, only to see Sherlock looking at me with a hint of lust in his eyes.

"You're so mesmerizing. I don't quite understand why I doubted you when you first came here." He said, as I looked away to try and hid my burning red cheeks.

Sherlock got up from leaning on the table, and walked closer to me.

"Y/N, I've been wanting to tell you something... this has been long overdue." He began, as I looked into his captivating brown eyes. "I always loved you. For your intelligence, your witty remarks, the way you put up with my antics." We both smiled at the last part.

"I realized that the only person I'd give all my love to, was you." He said close to my ear, as our bodies became inches apart. "My question to this case is... do you feel the same about me?"

"Yes, I do." I said, a little more lustful then intended. We looked at each other, as our faces slowly came closer. Suddenly, our lips crashed together; moving in sync.

He pulled me closer to his body, placing his hands on my lower back. My arms wrapped around his neck, as he picked me up by my thighs, leading me to his bed. He set me down gently, as he crawled on top of my body.

We both tugged at each others clothing until both of us laid there naked. Sherlock began to place small kisses on my jaw, down to my neck, and ending up at my collarbone. He bit my neck lightly, as his hand found it's way to my breast.

I pulled his body down on mine, feeling his very hard member on my thigh. He then moved his hand down to my entrance, and teased.

"Don't you dare tease-- ohh." I began to say, until he placed two fingers inside me; moving in and out. I grabbed his shoulder, as he kissed down my stomach. He positioned his head between my legs, and took his fingers out slowly.

Sherlock looked up at me and kept eye contact, as he began to lick my entrance. I ran my fingers through his hair, as he continued.

"Please... I need you." I pleaded, as he came back up, and licked his lips. He took his member, and slid it deep inside me. Starting out at a slow pace, we rocked back and forth, as he whispered sweet nothings in my ear.

The pace quickened, and I felt my insides getting ready to release. I arched my back, as we both came at the same time; throwing our heads back. Sherlock fell beside me on the bed, as we both panted heavily.

"Is it safe to say this personal case has been solved?" Sherlock asked, looking over at me.

"Of course, but it may need further investigation..." I said a little breathless, straddling myself on top of his body. And so it began...

The next morning it was hard for me to walk. I came out the bathroom from my shower, and saw Sherlock handcuffed on the bed with a pillow covering his special place. Remembering last night, I blushed at the sight.

"Seemed as though I forgot to free you from our late night activity." I smiled.

"Oh darling, this isn't the first time I've been handcuffed..." He smirked, as I bit my lip.

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Thanks for the suggestion Downey27, and I hope you liked it!

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-Duckling out ^.^