Sherlock smiled, as he ran his fingers through the hair of the woman that lay by his side; her arm wrapped around his waist. A part of him couldn't believe that this had happened. A part of him couldn't believe that he had given into the feelings that he had realised that he had for the female detective. That he had surrendered to emotion and sentiment. But the bigger part of him was so glad that he had; (Y/n) doing things to him, for him, that he had never thought he would experience; so, he had pushed those desires to the back of his mind. Yet they were no longer at the back of his mind, they were front and foremost.

"Sherlock..........?" The younger Holmes shaking the thoughts from his mind, before he looked down at the naked beauty, whose body he held close to his side.

"No.........." (Y/n) propping herself up on her elbow, her brows furrowing at the word.

"No.........?"

"No, I do not regret what happened........" The consulting detective expounded. His words this time causing her to smile. Her fingers brushing his curls away from his face.

She should have known he would be aware of what her question would be. He hadn't felt like he regretted it in the moment; his hands, lips, teeth and tongue exploring her as he pushed himself inside her. His rhythm, his pace, just perfect, as she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. (Y/n)'s mind fogging, as she heard him moan and groan. As she heard him tell her not to stop, as she sat atop him; her hands pressed against his chest, as she moved her body against his. But now, after the high had left them and they lay there in a comfortable silence, she needed to know. She needed to know whether this had all just been a spur of the moment things, that would never happen again; or whether it was something that he had truly wanted, and this was just the first time of many more to come.

"Are you sure? I don't want........." Sherlock catching her lips in a kiss before she could say any more. Her hands reaching up and gripping gently at his mop of dark hair. The younger Holmes letting out a soft moan, as she tugged on the curled locks, slightly. A gasp leaving her lips, as he quickly put her on her back and nestled his body, back between her legs. (Y/n)'s fingers ghosting over his features, as he looked down at her.

When he wasn't being an aloof know it all, that could drive even the calmness person to distraction, Sherlock could actually be the sweetest, most attentive of men. And he was handsome too, perhaps not the classic rugged kind of handsome; but he had a beauty all his own. His features, his eyes, undeniably striking; and when he smiled as he was doing now, it lit up his face and she couldn't help but smile back.

"I could never regret this........regret you........." The consulting detective quantified, before leaning down and placing his lips to hers once more. His lips slowly moving from hers, to her cheek and then her neck. A shiver making its way down her spine as they swept across her shoulder and then to her chest. Her breath growing shallow, as his lips found her breasts. (Y/n) arching her back, subconsciously pushing her chest towards him; a soft chuckle coming from him, before he gave her what she wanted, his mouth finding her hardened nipple.

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She couldn't think; the sensations that were filling her, making it impossible to think of anything other than the man whose head was firmly between her legs. (Y/n)'s hand placed in his hair, as his tongue explored her, as his fingers moved in and out of her in at a tortuous slow pace. If what James Moriarty said was true and Sherlock had been a virgin, then he had been a virgin that knew exactly what to do to make her body react. There no fumbling or stumbling, there no apologising when he thought he might have done something wrong, or that he might have hurt her, no. He had known exactly what to do.......he knew exactly what to do. A soft whimper leaving her lips, as he removed his fingers from inside her and raised his head. Sherlock keeping her legs over his shoulders as he moved up her body. The female detective rolling her eyes as she saw the smug smile on his face; (Y/n) not having to say a word for him to know that she needed him, she wanted him. That she was enjoying everything that he was doing to her. The detective looking down and watching as he took his cock in his hand, stroking it a few times as he gazed at her womanhood, before he pushed himself inside her. (Y/n) gripping to the sheets beneath her, as he began to move; unable to stop herself from watching, as he disappeared and reappeared, over and over again; his manhood slick with her arousal. The female detective dropping her head back onto the pillow, as Sherlock loomed over her; her nails digging into the lithe muscles of his back as he placed his lips to hers. (Y/n) hoping that he wouldn't change his mind and regret all this, when tomorrow came. That they would continue what they were doing now, and her days away from the Yard, would be ones that she would remember. (Y/n) sure that the shower that she had dragged him out of earlier that day, was more than big enough for two. Though there was only one way to really find out........