Day Five of SHIPPING HELL
[THE COUNTDOWN OF EXPERIMENTAL WRITINGS BASICALLY]
Ship Suggester: IreneElizabethHolmes

The changes Kate had gone through throughout her time working for Irene Adler were... immense, to say the least. From lifestyle to sexuality- it all had changed. She wouldn't dare complain, however- she loved her life with Irene. It was the most she could ever wish for.
Kate hadn't known what to expect when she walked in on her first day under the employment of Irene Adler. At that time,  she'd had a fiancé- a kind man, but somewhat... average, boring, even. Sandy brown hair, green eyes, with no other distinguishable features. And by no other, I mean none, whatsoever.
She had a normal home, a flat just big enough for them, and two extra rooms that were intended for future use.
She was... ordinary. Though she had everything that most would be content with, she felt her life was... lacking. She didn't know what, exactly, she just knew that it was.
After she began working for Irene, everything changed.

It hadn't taken long for the dominatrix to slip her in between the sheets. And less time for her boring fiancé to be no more- replaced with Irene Adler; an exciting woman made of porcelain silk, danger and not to mention, sex appeal. There wasn't a single aspect of Irene that was ordinary. Her hair was woven with bronze, and coated with chocolate. Blue jasper decorated her eyes, leaving her defenseless as The Woman read through her soul through her storm-cloud coloured eyes. The soft cave of her cheeks fit her petit hands perfectly, and Kate could trace her cheek bones all day long out of, not even need, but pure desire. It'd be harder for Kate to name something about Irene that wasn't extraordinary than things that were.
From her body to her mind, Irene Adler was truly a thing to behold.
But her partner wasn't the only thing to change in Kate's life, and though she loved Irene, there were things that were simply hard for her to accept. Such as sharing her lover.
She'd thrown a three-day long fit where she locked Irene from their room, not coming out once to even eat. And everyday at exactly noon, Irene had slipped a little note on the door, just little reminders. And a single question.
I love you
Remember to drink water
Please open the door?
By the fourth day, Irene was practically breaking the door down. She was truly concerned Kate had died, and she feared the absolute worst. Reluctantly, she had opened the door, and they'd talked it out, like civilized people, coming to a 'fair' arrangement. Just because it was fair didn't mean Kate liked the idea of Irene being with other people.
Then there was Sherlock and Moriarty. She shouldn't have been jealous of either man, nor should she have held much of a grudge against them, but she did. Big time.
Moriarty sent Irene in to be captured. Held her out like a worm on a hook for the entire British Government for his stupid game. He was a flirtatious bastard, and she wished she could just put a bullet through his head- for real, this time. It was true that Irene had been working with Moriarty before Kate had ever come into the picture, but just his entire cocky aura made Kate hate him. Not to mention the endless flirting and teasing the two always went through. No matter how many times Irene told Kate it was simply their personalities, she was endlessly enraged by the behaviour.
Sherlock was even worse. Kate had kept a positive outlook around Irene, but she wished she could sever the detective's head from his neck. He outed Irene, gave up the only protection she had, and then, what did he do? He 'rescued' her. More on, after Sherlock Holmes, Irene wasn't the same. No matter how her boss denied it, Kate knew that part of Irene had fallen for the detective. No matter how small that part of her was, it broke Kate's heart endlessly.
But, a few bumps don't ruin a relationship, they simply make it stronger. That's what Kate had learned from their time together. No matter how wrong things went, no matter how infuriating Irene could be- they always managed to work things out.
No matter what anyone told her, she knew she and Irene would make it. Good things can last- as long as a Dominatrix is in the driver's seat.