Elle's Story

It was 11:10pm as Elle leaned in through a cab window and kissed her best friends good night outside 221B, waved having opened the door with her key, then closed it behind her.

Up the stairs and into Sherlock's flat she went, having had a delightful day with her friends. She found her lover lying on his side on the sofa, in pyjamas and robe, reading as ever. She went over to kiss him. 

"Have you had a good day?"

"Fabulous. You?"

"Busy. Did not get back here until about an hour ago. I ate out with John on the hoof, but it was a long day. Hope you and the girls had more fun."

"We have had a wonderful time. So great to spend some time together. It seems like forever since it was just the three of us. They treated me to a meal at The Ivy, went to the theatre to see "Relative Values" with a cast to die for, then back here to you. I need a shower then I will be all yours."

"Would you like company in the shower?"

"If you have not showered already, but I would prefer 'company' in bed if that is an alternative. I can be showered and in there in ten minutes."

"See you in ten. It will take me just short of that to finish reading." Another kiss and she was in the bedroom, undressed, make-up removed, hair tied back and clipped up, in and out the shower, refreshed, teeth cleaned and back in the bedroom towelling dry as she heard Sherlock go into the bathroom to clean his teeth, then enter the bedroom as she draped her damp towel over the corner of a radiator and slipped in between the sheets.

Sherlock hung his robe on the door, stood aside the bed and peeled off his pyjama top and, with his marble-white torso already glistening, covered in sweat beads, began to drop the bottoms off his waist. Elle sat up and as the pyjama bottoms fell, she pulled him closer by his hands then released them, taking his cock gently and guiding it to her mouth. His sigh was long as he held her head to him, stroking her hair as she worked nothing short of magic on his body. He stopped her. He was getting far too aroused to dare let her take him any longer. 

Moving away he sat on the edge of the bed and swung his legs under the duvet. His hand began caressing her body, long sensual strokes up and down her breasts and tummy, now lubricated with their own anticipation sweat beads. He slipped one, then two fingers inside her, she sighed then writhed a little but only to fully open herself to him. Removing those then circulating her clitoris, he lifted his body on to hers and pushed his cock inside her. Delirious moans of pleasure from both sides erupted. His eyes closed, his lips connected with her neck and walked upwards. As he closed his lips on hers, his tongue sliding softly into her mouth, a mechanical alarm was heard from the bedside table, beneath the only lamp in the room omitting light.

Sherlock's phone had announced the beginning of a new day, her day. "Happy Birthday Elle" he whispered kissing her cheek and then passionately on her lips again. Her response was one single word, carried on the breath of a loving sigh.

"Sherlock." He had fulfilled her request. As his phone had chimed midnight his body was inside hers as promised. Sweetly, ecstatically, their love making was sensual and erotic. Little jolts here, little squeezes there, they again played their merry tune together. After nearly thirty minutes of caressing, kissing and loving a glint from one pair of eyes to the other conveyed more than words as the tempo of their tango increased.

As the pair embraced after a shared and intensely passionate orgasmic climax to their endeavours, Sherlock whispered with a slightly dry voice "I have a little gift for you".

"It will never match what you have given me already" was her breathless retort. He produced a small black box about 10cm square and just under 3cm deep. It was tied with a bright green ribbon crossed underneath and bowed on the top. She undid the bow and lifted the lid of the box. There was a yellow gold, chunky but feminine bracelet inside. "Oh thank you Sherlock, it's lovely."

"You're lovely Elle. It is called an S-link chain. I thought that would be appropriate. Wear it and think of me." She took it straight out of the box and put it automatically on to her right wrist. The most intensely beautiful kiss transpired after the gift. Elle eventually rolling on to her side, Sherlock curled, spoon-fashion behind her, they fell asleep with his arm across her body, his head snuggled into the back of her shoulder.