The Other Woman

  John was still in shock at Sherlock standing naked in their living room. It was almost like he had sensed Lily's arrival and was trying to cause a scene. John's hand quickly shot up to cover his little sisters eyes. She giggled and tried to peek through his fingers. Sherlock straightened at the sound. John knew what was coming and pushed his sister out on the landing and slammed the door before the detective whirled around and strode across the living room towards him.

     "Did I just hear a woman?" Sherlock sniffed the air and moved towards the door. 

     "Yes, Sherlock. Yes you did. That is Lily. My little sister. She is going to be staying with us for a while. I told you she would be here next month but it seems she has surprised me." John spoke as he blocked Sherlock's path.

  The detective cocked his eyebrow inquisitively.

    "Fine." Sherlock smirked and walked briskly out of the room.

  John was barely able to catch his breath before Lily burst into the room.

     "Jesus John it's not like I've never seen a naked man before. I'm assuming that was Sherlock"

  John retrieved her bags from the landing and set them next to the couch.

      "First of all , I don't want to know anything about your experience with naked men. Secondly, yes that was Sherlock and I apologize for his behavior because I know he wont."

  Lily laughed and sat on the window sill. Her curly red hair set ablaze by the sun making her skin seem all the more porcelain. John watched as she picked up Sherlock's violin from the chair. She cradled it carefully in her arms running her slender fingers along the strings.

     "Do you play?"

  Lilly glanced up to see Sherlock (fully clothed) leaning against the wall. His voice was almost like a lion's purr. Deep and languid. He stared at her intently. John was to busy with the tea to notice the immediate chemistry between his younger sibling and his best friend. Lily smiled and stood up. Her jeans sat low on her hips. Sherlock noticed black ink snaking along her hip and torso.

     "A tattoo." he thought. "John would have and aneurysm"

   Lilly sauntered over to him and gently handed the detective his beloved violin. She was close now. Close enough he could smell her heat, her perfume, her hair, her skin. Sherlock was intoxicated. Not even with Irene had he been this overwhelmed by the beauty of a woman. Lily glanced up at the taller man.

     "No, but I would like to learn. Maybe you could teach me."

  Sherlock wanted to say something witty but he couldn't. Her voice was just as beautiful as she was. Suggestive and feminine with a darkness behind it.

     "I'm Lily. It's nice to finally meet you Sherlock. John has told me so much about you."

  Lily embraced Sherlock. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she pressed against him. Sherlock could feel every curve of her torso. He wrapped his arms around her waist feeling the small of her back. She gave him a gentle squeeze, pressing herself tighter to him. Sherlock could feel his cock twitch as her lips brushed against his neck. Was it on accident? Was she teasing him?

     "Ahem" John cleared his throat causing Lily to pull away much to quickly for Sherlock's liking.

  John stood in the entryway to the kitchen holding a tray with tea and biscuits. His brow furrowed in frustration. Sherlock smirked and sat down in his usual chair while Lily curled up on the couch. Sherlock began to admire how her movements much resembled that of a cat. Graceful and sensual. Every movement had a purpose. Sherlock decided right then and there she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

  "So, where am I sleeping?" asked Lily throwing Sherlock a wicked glance causing his cock to twitch again.