femme fatale. [mb.s]

➥ six [ clandestine ]

H E A D
                C A N O N ➥

HE COULD NOT die before she had met him . No , letting him die before she broke the enigma that was London's greatest consulting detective would be rather dispiriting . What kind of dominatrix would she be if she didn't take the chance to dominate the self-proclaimed indomitable ? Irene Adler had to fix this . Saving Sherlock Holmes would be her new project . As The Woman stood , a manicured finger flew across her phone screen to type in a number . ❝ I have the data . ❞  Irene stated , the sound of her heels on the marble floor resonating within the large house . ❝ What data do you think ? The Coventry . And I know you can't solve it . ❞ 

❝  SAY THAT AGAIN ! ❞   Irene lifted the phone from her ear , rolling her Prussian irises at the extraordinarily melodramatic way that the most dangerous man in Great Britain chose to address his marvelous luck . ❝  . . . I will find you , and I will skin you . ❞ Honestly , how was this man in such a place of power ? He was so irritating . ❝ Oh please , we both know you aren't able to solve it , because if you could , you would have done it already . ❞ At the silence at the other end , Irene smirked triumphantly . ❝  But , I do know someone who can . ❞ Irene sat down in front of her vanity , her finger gently sliding over her bottom lip , stained a bloody color of red . ❝ Sherlock Holmes . ❞ As Moriarty responded , rather gleefully in Irene's opinion , Irene felt an almost tangible satisfaction settle over her skin like a warm blanket . ❝ You adore toying with the man , so I know you'll like this . ❞ And , as the call ended , Irene slowly slid her tongue over her teeth , beginning to swipe through the images of the detective nestled within the other pictures she kept so safe . Oh boy , was she going to have fun .