The Thinker Challenge

Alley Alley Oxen Free

Author’s note: DH felt slighted that I had referenced a sexual encounter in the first chapter (This is Not the Beginning) that I failed to later elaborate on. I told him there really wasn’t much more to say about it. But then I thought, why not, it’s Friday. So here it is – the aforementioned alley sex.

Sherlock is walking down a street in London, his mind so distracted by his current case that he has already missed two turns and is contemplating getting a taxi. Worried that he will miss his contact, he stops to pull out his phone and send a quick text. As he pushes the send button, he hears a woman’s voice say,

“Sherlock?”

He looks up to find Sio, dressed in what she would call her shagging clothes, though covered in a coat due to the rain, which has just started to flow in earnest. There is a man a few steps away from her, attempting to flag down a taxi. Sio and Sherlock just stand there, transfixed, blinking at each other as the rain beats down on their heads; neither say anything, but neither look away. Many weeks have passed since that day in the hospital. It would seem they are now frozen in a state of indecision at this wholly unexpected encounter. The man tries to get Sio’s attention and she completely ignores him. He gestures to the rain and attempts to hand her an umbrella. Failing to get a response, he speaks to Sherlock, who also does not respond in the slightest. Finally, Sio breaks the gaze to adjust her hair, which had begun to channel the rainwater downward into her eyes. Sherlock reacts immediately, closing the distance between them and pulling her in to a kiss. Watching Sio actively participate in the embrace, the man swears angrily and gets into the taxi by himself.

Sherlock remembers passing an alley just a few meters before and he breaks the kiss to lead her to it. They take a few steps into the alley, away from the main street. He pushes her against the wall of one of the buildings and they kiss rather desperately. She pulls at his belt as he yanks up her skirt and once the fabric barriers are cleared, she throws her legs around him as he pushes himself inside. They don’t say a word. It’s all thrusting and grunting and heavy breathing. They are completely oblivious to the few people who walk by on the main street, scuttling quickly to escape the rain, glancing only briefly toward the pair of bodies in a very public, private type of embrace.

He wants to hold back; he wants it to last longer. He had nearly forgotten how good it feels. All this time and he’d never once let himself think of this, of her. He slows his pace just enough to not be obvious, but soon she is gripping his neck, whining into his ear as she tries not to scream out. He grabs hold of her hips tightly as he joins her, getting in just a few more rough thrusts before spilling into her, his knees nearly giving out. They stay there just a moment afterward, connected.

Sio leans forward to kiss him again, but then pulls back, dropping her legs down. She straightens her skirt and walks away without a word, heart still pounding; the wetness spreading down her leg, but hidden by the drenching rain. Sherlock just stands there a moment with his head against the bricks, watching her walk away. He struggles to understand how he could have managed so long without a thought of her.

Wait, where was I going?