To Sherlock Holmes she is always the woman. I have seldom heard him mention her under any other name. In his eyes she eclipses and predominates the whole of her sex.
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Irene… You look fantastic, by the way ;)
Hmmm, I do, don’t I? So do you, my dear.
Tea for Two || Irene & the Doctor
Irene nods, “Colours have their place. Just not in my furniture,” she grinned. “And you’re welcome. Not many people come here for pleasure - most of my meetings at my home are for business. It’s nice to have a casual meeting for once. Besides, tea is always lovely.”
“Oh you should see what experience I have with colors! Brilliant planet called Euphoria for good reason. Sense manipulation, you can actually see and hear and taste colors, brilliant planet.” he smiled, crossing his legs as he observed. “I’ve never asked you, what is your line of business? Must be something substantial by the sheer size of your home, the antiques. You have an expensive taste, literally, this tea has to be imported from Asia, or somewhere in the general vicinity”
She grinned at his description - she was always fascinated when she heard descriptions of adventures, aching herself to go on one or five. She chewed her lip when he asked what she did for a living. “Oh, I ah, heh.” Her nails were suddenly fascinating as she finished the sentence. “I’m a dominatrix, no big sticks.” She wasn’t ashamed of what she did, but it certainly was an awkward situation the first time she told people what her profession was. “It pays pretty well,” she shrugged. “Important people make lots of money, and I’m important to some of those important people.”
She reached between them, her fingers trailing over his hardening member. “Oh yeah,” she teased, “so much resistance.” She bit his lip, pulling him closer to kiss him while stroking him slowly.
He growled in response and moved his body closer and had his lips battle with hers.
She bit harder before pulling back and looking him in the eyes. “I want you. Now.”
“Oh you read my mind.” He grinned and rolled so he was on top of her, he aimed his member towards her. “How badly do you want me, Irene?”
She bit her lip, looking up at him and holding his hips between her hands. He was the only one who’d ever successfully made her beg. “I want you like I want to breathe, Doctor,” she said, her hips bucking slightly. “I’m sure you can feel how much I want you.” She said pointedly, nodding between her legs.
He grinned and kissed her lips feverishly. “Yes I can feel.” He grunted as he pushed his member into her, his body shivering from the shocks of adrenaline rushing through his body.
She moaned against his lips, her hips rolling against him as she took him in. Her whole body shuddered, as though settling into proper place, and she tugged on his lip in encouragement to move inside of her.
She reached between them, her fingers trailing over his hardening member. “Oh yeah,” she teased, “so much resistance.” She bit his lip, pulling him closer to kiss him while stroking him slowly.
He growled in response and moved his body closer and had his lips battle with hers.
She bit harder before pulling back and looking him in the eyes. “I want you. Now.”
“Oh you read my mind.” He grinned and rolled so he was on top of her, he aimed his member towards her. “How badly do you want me, Irene?”
She bit her lip, looking up at him and holding his hips between her hands. He was the only one who’d ever successfully made her beg. “I want you like I want to breathe, Doctor,” she said, her hips bucking slightly. “I’m sure you can feel how much I want you.” She said pointedly, nodding between her legs.
Tea for Two || Irene & the Doctor
Irene pondered for a moment, debating what sort of an outfit she should dawn for the night - she knew that the Doctor was rumoured to be something of a snappy dresser, and she didn’t want to disappoint. She donned her favorite white dress with a short cardigan, calling down the stairs for Kate to start making tea for her and her guest. She pulled on black pumps and re-applied her blood-red lipstick in the mirror, tapping down the stairs just as the tea was ready. She thanked Kate, dismissing her for the night, and poured herself a cup as she waited for the Doctor to arrive.
A casual blazer, a nice button up shirt, and he’d even managed a shave for the woman who had so kindly invited him over. And he was there in an instant, being the beauty of a time machine, if not a little off by a few seconds. But he was at her doorstep, knocking quietly as he marveled at the scale of the place, the dimensions of the front only led to the rest of the house, and he did dwait very patiently. For a minute or two, before he started rocking back and forth on his feet.
She heard the knock on the door and took some extra time to finish her cup of tea, placing it back on the tray in the sitting room before standing up and going to the door, opening it to the handsome man on her doorstep. She couldn’t surpress a smile as she leaned forward to kiss his cheek in greeting, as was her habit. “Come in, Doctor. Punctual, as I’d imagine is quite easy for you,” she said, leading him through the foyer to the sitting room. It was simply furnished, a white couch and arm chair, a black coffee table, and an intricate black fireplace set into the wall across from the couch. She settled on one end of the couch, reaching out to pour the tea.
He smiles and leans into the cheek kisses, stepping inside and letting out a low whistle, taking in the correct vastness of the house. “Not as easy as you could imagine” he smiles, wandering into the parlor. And all at once he feels out of place in navy blue, as a contrast to the whites and blacks of the decor, placing himself in an arm chair as he looked around. “It’s a beautiful home you have, Miss Adler” he smiled.
She smiles at the compliments of her home, looking around a bit. “I quite like it. Each piece has a bit of history to it, despite looking a little cold. Most people think it’s depressing, but, eh.” She shrugs, handing him a cup of tea. “I don’t really like flashy colours that some people put in their homes.” She smiled slightly, looking him over. She liked the suit - she liked men dressed nicely, anways - and noted that his face was slightly red in bits; he’d just shaved. She hid her smirk behind her cup, taking a sip.
“Very clean. Suits you very well” he said with a smile, accepting his tea with a quiet thank you, sipping it gently. “That’s what I like about colors though. Always so full of life, feelings. It’d be impossible for me to be black and white and classy. I like to forgo class though” he held up a well worn sneakered foot as example. “Thank you again for inviting me over. Not often I just get to sit down and have tea with someone”
Irene nods, “Colours have their place. Just not in my furniture,” she grinned. “And you’re welcome. Not many people come here for pleasure - most of my meetings at my home are for business. It’s nice to have a casual meeting for once. Besides, tea is always lovely.”
He yawned and walked to their bedroom, ridding himself of his clothes he climbed on in and spooned up beside her.
She stiffened slightly when he climbed in next to her, still not turning to kiss him good night, like she usually did.
He cuddled close up next to her, kissing her neck softly breathing onto it. “Night dear.”
She shivered, then groaned. “Fuck it,” she sighed. She turned over, cupping his cheek in her hand, and pressed her lips hard against his, frustrated.
He smirks under his lips, he reaches to her waist and pulls her closer into him. “I win.”
“Of course you do,” she grumbles. “I love you and I can’t stand not touching you.” She pressed herself against him, running her fingers through his hair.
“I have a lot of resistance.” He winked at her then forgot about it as he could feel his member grow against her,
She reached between them, her fingers trailing over his hardening member. “Oh yeah,” she teased, “so much resistance.” She bit his lip, pulling him closer to kiss him while stroking him slowly.
He growled in response and moved his body closer and had his lips battle with hers.
She bit harder before pulling back and looking him in the eyes. “I want you. Now.”
He yawned and walked to their bedroom, ridding himself of his clothes he climbed on in and spooned up beside her.
She stiffened slightly when he climbed in next to her, still not turning to kiss him good night, like she usually did.
He cuddled close up next to her, kissing her neck softly breathing onto it. “Night dear.”
She shivered, then groaned. “Fuck it,” she sighed. She turned over, cupping his cheek in her hand, and pressed her lips hard against his, frustrated.
He smirks under his lips, he reaches to her waist and pulls her closer into him. “I win.”
“Of course you do,” she grumbles. “I love you and I can’t stand not touching you.” She pressed herself against him, running her fingers through his hair.
“I have a lot of resistance.” He winked at her then forgot about it as he could feel his member grow against her,
She reached between them, her fingers trailing over his hardening member. “Oh yeah,” she teased, “so much resistance.” She bit his lip, pulling him closer to kiss him while stroking him slowly.
