Sherlock and Irene
“I wouldn’t dream of it sweety , have fun with your client then” Irene chirped folding the newspaper in half and placing back on the table. “Any challenge is manageable, if you know how to use it to your advantage” She said with a small smile on her face, crossing her legs slightly. She knew they mirrored each other, she had intended it that way. Small things caught Sherlock eyes, she made sure he was paying attention once and a while. She knew he found their acting effortless, and she was sure he was secretly enjoying it. Something to break up the boredom, even something as acting like those that surround them, helped to distract them. Something new, something interesting, something to pass the time.
“Oh, I planned to take a walk in the park then have lunch before picking up the groceries. I have to be back before 3 though, I have a special client lined up” She said as he walked to the window. “Would you like to join me?” she asked, hiding her annoyance at his turned back at her. She knew he was doing simply because he knew she didn’t like it. She left the question open to his imagination, what she asked him to join her with was a secret, she wanted to see if he would pick out the right option, and see if she would be correct in guessing which one he would choose.
She walked slowly over to him, her dress gliding silently across the floor as she came up behind him. Her hand almost touching his shoulders, her invisible touch trailing down his back, along his arms. Silent. She didn’t need to speak for him to know what she was thinking, they could sit for hours, not saying a word, but saying everything at the same time. Many wouldn’t understand, but their relationship was a complicated one, and they were complicated beings.
She breathed in deeply, her hand finally making contacting with his arm as she moved in front of him, blocking his view of the street. She purposely wanted to obstruct his view from anything other than her. She liked the game we were playing, and knowing Sherlock, something would catch his eye outside and he would be off again. Her phone buzzed quickly, she didn’t even hear it as she was looking at him, she felt it. Her hand slipped into her pocket, her eyes not moving, and she didn’t even have to look at the text to know who it was from. A few clicks and once again it was returned to her pocket. She knew he would read into it the detail of her focusing all her attention on him, she decided he would have done that anyway. This was more fun.
She was baiting him, of course. It wasn’t like he didn’t notice. Which must have meant that him turning his back really did annoy her just as much as he’d thought. It was good to know. No one liked feeling ignored, and even though Sherlock was obviously not ignoring her, the gesture seemed to trigger the same kind of annoyance. It was yet too early to conclude with any certainty why, but the result was enough of a success in itself.
But yes, back to the topic at hand. She was baiting him, waiting for him to pick one of the answers she dished out for him. Had this situation been different, he would have simply chosen option C: something that was outside of the playing field as it currently stood. It was the only way to unquestionably win such a scenario, and Sherlock did love to win. But alas that would also mean changing the game, and perhaps giving up any hope on the clues as to her current residence that he may acquire by playing nicely. Clearly he had no choice but to remain within the rules of their impromptu game, even though there had been no such rules established. It was all based on hunches - the uncertainty of it was partly why it was so much fun.
"I don’t do groceries. And I thought you did it with professionalism. But a walk may be nice.” A small flair with his hand as he spoke the last sentence, expressive body language as usually accompanying his completely not bothered tone.
He didn’t notice that she’d walked towards him until she was a step or two away and the dress slid over the corner of a paper pile, giving of the smallest of sounds. His arm fell back t his side. Perhaps it was his talking that had disguised the noise of her moving, perhaps she was simply that quiet. The fact that she had yet to say anything was more telling. There was a tingle down his back, down his arm. A quick shiver. He’d closed his eyes, abandoned the world outside for increased sensory awareness here, in the now. It was merely an urban myth that one would hear better if one closed ones eyes. The capability wasn’t improved, one simply removed the information onslaught from one sense allowing the brain a greater capacity for data mining amongst the ones left. With his eyes closed, he noted the smooth sound of the silky fabric moving as she did, noticed the perfume with increasing intensity. Though no action had been made, he knew better than to question his instincts. Her touch, while never present, was not imagined. He was sure of it. Well, almost entirely sure of it.
And this was were the game they were playing threatened to go too far. Sherlock Holmes was by no means Mr Irene Adler, and this game suddenly appeared to have ends that innately interested him very little. He opened his eyes again, Posture shifting back into his own as a hand landed on his arm and The Woman stepped back into his line of sight, blocking out most other things in what was clearly a very conscious move. Was she gauging him for a reaction? Or did she simply refuse to be ignored? A frown spread on his face, a question clear in his eyes yet never spoken. If only he could figure her out.
A phone buzzed, audible due to the otherwise vast silence filling up the apartment rapidly. Irene picked it up, pressed a few buttons and put it back in her pocket, never once breaking eye contact. Naturally, neither did he. Mutually undivided attention. The slightest shift in expression triggering a similarly minuscule shift in the others face. The air was thick around them, Sherlock found his interest piqued. Her pupils were dilated, but her face was in shadow as she stood between himself and the light from the window - impossible to draw a conclusion. This time she wouldn’t let him check her pulse. He knew her better now, or so he thought, but she was no easier to read in this moment than during their first meeting. He came out blank.
No bell appeared willing to save him, not that he needed saving, he was perfectly capable and the situation was fully in his control. Yep, absolutely, no saving needed at all. He cleared his throat, but didn’t move. His brows furrowed a little, before he took a step back. He pulled his phone from his pocket, threw it up in the air and spun it, discretely letting out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. Put the phone back in his pocket after quickly checking his time. Glancing up at the Woman with an unnecessarily and perhaps not entirely genuine smile. He’d lost this round, but acting unconcerned was crucial in limiting that damage.
He considered for a moment reverting back to the play they’d been putting up before, but decided not to. That moment had passed. And yet, he did not know quite what to do instead, had very little experience with dispelling this kind of tension. Assumed humour would do it, yet seemed unable to think of something amusing to say. The smile shifted into a slightly more serious expression.
"Mrs Hudson will be back soon."
Something needed to be said, the silence would only hold for so long.
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