Sherlock Holmes In Love (Completed)

13. Irene VS Anya

"No, stop!" orders him.

Holmes leaves the bed. He is staring her like a virgin afraid of a possible rapist.

Well, he isn't exactly a virgin. Lost it back in high school with a girl he couldn't remember her name.

They are supposed to be newlyweds. Too avoid suspicions, they have taken one room. Sleeping on the same bed. Holmes has vowed to stay professional on his part. Unfortunately Anya has another plan for tonight.

Bad idea.

Anya kept "accidentally" touches him. Making him horny.

Holmes is no green horn. He knows where these seduction moves would end. He is only a man. Right now his body is craving for it. SEX, SEX, SEX is the only thing in his mind right now.

Having sex with his client would jeopardize his case. And he is proud as a professional detective.

Holmes rubs his face to clear away his lust. He grabs his wallet and leaves the room. Need a drink. This Amensbury three star hotel must have a pub somewhere.

Anya sighs.

She nearly did it. Having sex with Sherlock Holmes. Can't blame her for trying. He is a handsome and smart man. Just her type of man.

Maybe she should apologize to him in the morning. It seems he doesn't like aggressive woman. She must be more subtle in making her advances. Anya always loves hunting. Until the man she likes succumb to her.

*****

Somewhere else...

"Are you sure this is the place?" asks John.

Irene replies, "Yes. I could go alone."

"No. Holmes would kill me if you got hurt. We have to go together. You two didn't..."

Irene shakes her head. It's her fault. She kept rejecting him. Now her mate is going on a pleasure trip with another woman.

Her wolf is going wild, wanting to pound that annoying woman right now. She closes her mouth with a hand. Can't let some tourists overheard her growls.

The only man she could trust right now is John Watson. Because they are the same. Werewolves.

*****

It's late at night when Holmes got back to their room. It seems Anya has fallen asleep. He sighs before he crashes to a couch in the room.

He's drunk.

He never got wasted like this. Not since he's a stupid teenager boy in high school. Dreaming about Irene, the woman he loves. The one who doesn't want him.

"Irene, I miss you..."

A female voice whispers seductively to his ear, "I'm here, Holmes. Do what you want with me..."

He opens his eyes. His mind is cloudy, his eyes are blurry. Irene is smiling brightly to him right now.

She takes off her shirt before asking, "Ready to have fun, detective? You look hell, loosen up, partner."

"Come here, Irene. Won't let you sleep, not tonight...Not a wink..."

Holmes takes off his clothes with her aid. She's smiling widely. Always curious how he would felt.

It's already mid morning when Anya snuggles up to him. They are both naked under the blanket. Last night was awesome. Even better than her beloved professor (Josh's father).