Fic: A Million Different Thoughts (Irene/Sherlock)
Title: A Million Different Thoughts
Author: Miss Gypsy Willow
Characters (in order of appearance): Sherlock Holmes, Irene Adler, John Watson
Pairings: Sherlock/Irene
Rating: K
Timeline: I don't have a clue but defiantly post The Great Game
Word count: 1,202
Summary: "You're quite unlike any woman I've ever met." One moment, one moment that'll change everything. Sherlock/Irene
Warnings: None that I can think of.
Disclaimer: Sherlock belongs to Steven Moffat/Mark Gaits & Arthur Conan Doyle and Irene to Arthur Conan Doyle.
Author's note: I honestly have no idea where this came from. I was just listening to: A Fine Frenzy's -The Beacon and got inspired to do an itty bitty one shot. I've been wanting to write some Irene/Sherlock for a while now and I'm quite happy with this one. It's supposed to be a moment from their first meeting (in my mind anyway). It's not beta'd so any mistakes are my own and I really hope you take the time to comment, it'd mean a lot to me. Anyway read and enjoy.
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I love a hand that meets my own with a grasp that causes some sensation.
-Samuel Osgood
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He'd managed to track Irene Adler down and restrain her in a storeroom at the quaint little jewellers which owned some of the finest and expensive pieces of jewellery in London. Jewellery she had been planning to take away with her tonight. She'd been out witting and out running him all day since he was handed the case by Lestrade. Miss Irene Adler was one of the most notorious con artist thieves in the country, despite being born and raised American. She was distinctly intelligent, intelligent enough to escape Sherlock himself three times already that day and was probably one of the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on, of course there were more beautiful, classically beautiful but Irene was beautiful in a unusual, unique way that he hadn't really encountered before. She was a slender woman with full painted scarlet lips and very large eyes, some may say too large for her face but he happened to think that it worked for her. Not that her beauty mattered to him really. She was a criminal. A amazingly intelligent criminal but a criminal none the less. And now he had her, hands cuffed and no obvious means of escape.
She was leaning against the wall her hands bound behind her, regarding him with a sly smile that he didn't trust at all.
"Well done Mr Holmes, you've finally caught me. Took you long enough." She winked at him and smirked.
"It would appear so wouldn't it Miss Adler." He retorted from his position in front of her, looking down at the smaller woman.
"Well aren't you going to call the police and get them to come cart me off to the jail house?" She asked raising her eyebrows slightly, the smirk still attached to her face. He peered at her for a moment.
"I don't call. I text." He replied stalling for reasons he himself wasn't quite sure on.
"Ha, only a man like you would 'text' the police." She chuckled.
"Quite." He commented and they lapsed in to silence. "You're quite unlike any woman I've ever met." He admitted not really meaning to. He instantly regretted it however as Irene's face lit up with pure happiness for a second before she pulled the smug mask back down over her face.
"Why thank you," She said grinning, eyes twinkling.
"It wasn't a compliment." He retorted sharply and watched with immense interest as her mask slipped once again as she looked almost... hurt for a tiny fraction of a second before once again the mask returned.
"Oh I think it was." She smirked, but the twinkle in her eyes was missing. They were silent for a few more minuets then, Sherlock looking at her closely trying to figure her out as she looked around obviously trying to plan some sort of escape. Her eyes settled on him then and she sighed. "Look, I either escape or you let me go. Which is it going to be Sherlock? Because there is no way I am going to jail-" He did something then that he never expected to do, he kissed her. He wasn't quite sure why but all of a sudden those teasing scarlet lips were just too inviting, it was that or he just really wanted to shut her up. He preferred the second one. He had intended it to be a quick press of lips, his against hers but he found himself unable to pull away, marvelling at how very soft her lips were. Slowly and surprisingly, tentatively Irene began to kiss him back, catching him slightly off guard. Her lips parted allowing him to deepen the kiss, at this point they weren't touching at all apart from at the lips. A million different thoughts and deductions were running through his mind right then but they seemed dull, quiet, unimportant compared to the softness and heat of Irene's lips against his own. They drew apart reluctantly then, both gasping a little for breath and regarding each other carefully. He stared in to her blue/green eyes for a moment longer before reaching behind her and removing the hand cuff's from her bound hands. When the metal hit the floor with a 'clink' Irene sighed a breath of what he assumed was relief. He looked at her again and she looked back, the air thick with tension. "Thank you." She breathed in an almost whisper and he simply nodded. She stayed where she was for a moment more before brushing past him and making her way over to the only open exist in the room, the window. She pushed it open and he watched as she looked out, her breath coming out misty in the cool night air. She glanced back at him and laughed shortly, he raised an eyebrow. "It's just I never actually thought you'd let me go. Just like that. Guess I miss judged you Sherlock Holmes." She said shaking her head slightly, he narrowed his eyes .
"Believe me Irene this is a one time thing. If I ever see you again, which I highly doubt, then I will hand you straight over to the police, mark my words." He told her coldly.
"Aw don't look so glum, and you will see me again Sherlock and you will let me go again, mark my words." She then blew him a kiss before making her way out of the window and in to the safeness of the shadows. He glared at the spot where she'd made her exist for a few more moments, fuming and slightly impressed that the woman had pretty much just out witted him. He retrieved his phone then and sent a text to Lestrade.
Adler escaped.
SH
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Later as he moodily plucked strings on his violin, his thoughts regrettably focused on the woman John confronted him.
"Lestrade said Adler escaped." Sherlock stopped plucking and glanced up at his flatmate.
"Yes." He confirmed before going back to plucking strings. He heard John sigh and come to stand in front of him.
"No one ever escapes from you." John said bluntly and Sherlock looked up once again and raised his eyebrow. "Well okay he did but that's beside the point." He amended before going on. "Adler didn't escape did she?" John frowned slightly and Sherlock sighed. John was becoming too smart for his own good.
"I let her go." He admitted after a moments silence, his gaze averted from John.
"Why?" His friend asked with honest curiosity. Sherlock looked at his violin and plucked one string, feeling the vibration carry through his fingertips as he pondered John's question.
"I don't know." He replied honestly. The woman was going to be the death of him, he was sure.
Author: Miss Gypsy Willow
Characters (in order of appearance): Sherlock Holmes, Irene Adler, John Watson
Pairings: Sherlock/Irene
Rating: K
Timeline: I don't have a clue but defiantly post The Great Game
Word count: 1,202
Summary: "You're quite unlike any woman I've ever met." One moment, one moment that'll change everything. Sherlock/Irene
Warnings: None that I can think of.
Disclaimer: Sherlock belongs to Steven Moffat/Mark Gaits & Arthur Conan Doyle and Irene to Arthur Conan Doyle.
Author's note: I honestly have no idea where this came from. I was just listening to: A Fine Frenzy's -The Beacon and got inspired to do an itty bitty one shot. I've been wanting to write some Irene/Sherlock for a while now and I'm quite happy with this one. It's supposed to be a moment from their first meeting (in my mind anyway). It's not beta'd so any mistakes are my own and I really hope you take the time to comment, it'd mean a lot to me. Anyway read and enjoy.
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I love a hand that meets my own with a grasp that causes some sensation.
-Samuel Osgood
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He'd managed to track Irene Adler down and restrain her in a storeroom at the quaint little jewellers which owned some of the finest and expensive pieces of jewellery in London. Jewellery she had been planning to take away with her tonight. She'd been out witting and out running him all day since he was handed the case by Lestrade. Miss Irene Adler was one of the most notorious con artist thieves in the country, despite being born and raised American. She was distinctly intelligent, intelligent enough to escape Sherlock himself three times already that day and was probably one of the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on, of course there were more beautiful, classically beautiful but Irene was beautiful in a unusual, unique way that he hadn't really encountered before. She was a slender woman with full painted scarlet lips and very large eyes, some may say too large for her face but he happened to think that it worked for her. Not that her beauty mattered to him really. She was a criminal. A amazingly intelligent criminal but a criminal none the less. And now he had her, hands cuffed and no obvious means of escape.
She was leaning against the wall her hands bound behind her, regarding him with a sly smile that he didn't trust at all.
"Well done Mr Holmes, you've finally caught me. Took you long enough." She winked at him and smirked.
"It would appear so wouldn't it Miss Adler." He retorted from his position in front of her, looking down at the smaller woman.
"Well aren't you going to call the police and get them to come cart me off to the jail house?" She asked raising her eyebrows slightly, the smirk still attached to her face. He peered at her for a moment.
"I don't call. I text." He replied stalling for reasons he himself wasn't quite sure on.
"Ha, only a man like you would 'text' the police." She chuckled.
"Quite." He commented and they lapsed in to silence. "You're quite unlike any woman I've ever met." He admitted not really meaning to. He instantly regretted it however as Irene's face lit up with pure happiness for a second before she pulled the smug mask back down over her face.
"Why thank you," She said grinning, eyes twinkling.
"It wasn't a compliment." He retorted sharply and watched with immense interest as her mask slipped once again as she looked almost... hurt for a tiny fraction of a second before once again the mask returned.
"Oh I think it was." She smirked, but the twinkle in her eyes was missing. They were silent for a few more minuets then, Sherlock looking at her closely trying to figure her out as she looked around obviously trying to plan some sort of escape. Her eyes settled on him then and she sighed. "Look, I either escape or you let me go. Which is it going to be Sherlock? Because there is no way I am going to jail-" He did something then that he never expected to do, he kissed her. He wasn't quite sure why but all of a sudden those teasing scarlet lips were just too inviting, it was that or he just really wanted to shut her up. He preferred the second one. He had intended it to be a quick press of lips, his against hers but he found himself unable to pull away, marvelling at how very soft her lips were. Slowly and surprisingly, tentatively Irene began to kiss him back, catching him slightly off guard. Her lips parted allowing him to deepen the kiss, at this point they weren't touching at all apart from at the lips. A million different thoughts and deductions were running through his mind right then but they seemed dull, quiet, unimportant compared to the softness and heat of Irene's lips against his own. They drew apart reluctantly then, both gasping a little for breath and regarding each other carefully. He stared in to her blue/green eyes for a moment longer before reaching behind her and removing the hand cuff's from her bound hands. When the metal hit the floor with a 'clink' Irene sighed a breath of what he assumed was relief. He looked at her again and she looked back, the air thick with tension. "Thank you." She breathed in an almost whisper and he simply nodded. She stayed where she was for a moment more before brushing past him and making her way over to the only open exist in the room, the window. She pushed it open and he watched as she looked out, her breath coming out misty in the cool night air. She glanced back at him and laughed shortly, he raised an eyebrow. "It's just I never actually thought you'd let me go. Just like that. Guess I miss judged you Sherlock Holmes." She said shaking her head slightly, he narrowed his eyes .
"Believe me Irene this is a one time thing. If I ever see you again, which I highly doubt, then I will hand you straight over to the police, mark my words." He told her coldly.
"Aw don't look so glum, and you will see me again Sherlock and you will let me go again, mark my words." She then blew him a kiss before making her way out of the window and in to the safeness of the shadows. He glared at the spot where she'd made her exist for a few more moments, fuming and slightly impressed that the woman had pretty much just out witted him. He retrieved his phone then and sent a text to Lestrade.
Adler escaped.
SH
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Later as he moodily plucked strings on his violin, his thoughts regrettably focused on the woman John confronted him.
"Lestrade said Adler escaped." Sherlock stopped plucking and glanced up at his flatmate.
"Yes." He confirmed before going back to plucking strings. He heard John sigh and come to stand in front of him.
"No one ever escapes from you." John said bluntly and Sherlock looked up once again and raised his eyebrow. "Well okay he did but that's beside the point." He amended before going on. "Adler didn't escape did she?" John frowned slightly and Sherlock sighed. John was becoming too smart for his own good.
"I let her go." He admitted after a moments silence, his gaze averted from John.
"Why?" His friend asked with honest curiosity. Sherlock looked at his violin and plucked one string, feeling the vibration carry through his fingertips as he pondered John's question.
"I don't know." He replied honestly. The woman was going to be the death of him, he was sure.