A simple tune: Sherlock x Fem!reader

Chapter 26 - Miss Adler

Stepping out of his room, a creak from the living room made Sherlock reach for the gun hidden under the dining table. Ready in his hand, it then raises to the intruder. His heart drops in an instant, body frozen as his eyes widen.

"You really like skulls," her soft voice, like velvet, met his ears.

"They're interesting," he mutters, lowering the gun and leaving it on the desk. "Irene Adler,"

"I thought it was always Miss Adler?"

"I assumed we were past formalities," he seems to fix his posture under her gaze. "What are you doing back in the country?"

She then turns her head to John who descends the steps. "Ah, John,"

"You're here already..." he looks to Sherlock. "Your brother-"

"I suspected," Sherlock looks back to Irene. "Maybe just not this... so?"

"I want dinner... with you,"

"Mrs Hudson usually cooks, but she doesn't really like you," the blogger moves to his best friend's side.

"Does she like anyone? Any woman that comes here?"

"Y/n," John quips making Sherlock stammer over his words as if his friend just betrayed his trust.

"Y/n?"

"Y/n L/n," John adds. "Sherlock's ex-lover," he says smugly, a petty payback for Christmas a while ago.

"James Moriarty's cousin? Is she out of the picture?" Irene caught their stares. "I'm not interest in you anymore," she rolls her eyes.

"And what happened to dinner?" Sherlock sneers, grabbing a pile of letters and stabbing his knife through the new pile.

"Dinner was a small reference to the past... is Y/n here?" she glances into the kitchen.

"Don't try and hurt her," John vocalizes Sherlock's thoughts perfectly... maybe with less shouting and anger at the connotation... As well as threats.

"I'm more scared of Moriarty's retaliation if I did," sitting on Sherlock's chair, leg crossing over the other. "I wonder what power she has..."

"Twice as much as he does because he does what she says,"

"Noted," she moves to the bedroom you once occupied. "I need a place to stay, have a vacancy?" There was still a small lingering of your perfume which perks her nose. "Nice taste in perfume,"

"You can't just-" John was stopped by Sherlock.

"We can keep watch on her," the detective reasons. "She's here for a reason." John inspects his friend for any ulterior motive, giving up after a moment with a small nod.

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"John? Mrs H let me up," you ascend the stairs with a smile, excited to see the blogger. "She said only you were home so you can imagine my- shock," deadpanning to the three figures, Sherlock and John relaxing as usual and a woman in Sherlock's purple shirt.

"Who is this pretty little thing?" She stood as you glare her up and down.

"Y/n, Irene. Irene, Y/n," Sherlock points his violin bow between you two.

"My, you exceeded my expectations," she says softly, walking over to you.

"Excuse me?" If your blood wasn't already boiling, it was now. "Who-"

"Shall I be blunt, darling? You're much more attractive than I expected, and with so much sex appeal," her hand extends to you, not much space left between. "Irene Adler,"

"Slightly turned on, terrified and offended," you reply, shaking her hand. "You're Sherlock's little plaything- but seeing as it's Sherlock, I'm guessing it's the other way around?"

"Yet to find out," she stops you from moving from her, but you put a hand on her waist, pushing the dominatrix out of the way.

"Cuffs are on the left side bedside drawer, bottom one, neck is the most sensitive spot," you say monotonously as Sherlock snaps shut his book, glaring at you and just catching your smirk.

"I more of a leather gal," she ties her hair back seeing you walk to the bathroom and lean against the counter, feeling the tiles with your finger tips. "I need-"

"To speak with Jim?" You see her taken aback in the reflection.

"I was thinking dinner with you-"

"So you can sleep with me and get to him? I'm tempted but very busy tonight, and every other night," it was no surprise she had trapped you against the sink, hands on either side once you turn back.

"Come on, darling, give me a chance~"

Leaning forward just to brush against her lips, you state your answer simply. "No," pushing back until she was pinned against the wall, she seemed very out of her comfort zone. "You're going to have try harder than that to get to me... mistress," you say with a mocking tone, taking a tile out from the wall and getting Sherlock's secret stash.

"Hey!" Sherlock tries to grab the pack.

"Mike's orders, Will, cry about it," dodging him trying to leap for you, Irene was slightly amused as was John. "Thank you for your time,"

Not much else was said as the three remaining watch you leave. You don't bother saying goodbye to Mrs H, the moment you get out the building, you look up to see Sherlock staring. Shaking the box up for him to see, it was stuffed into your coat.

Lifting a phone to your ear, Jim speaks with a high pitch voice. "N/n!"

"What do you want, James?"

"Oh dear, are you okay?"

You could hear that grin through every word. "I'm not in the mood,"

"Because of Adler, right? How is she?"

"I don't want to talk about it..."

Moriarty frowns, looking up at Seb with a raised brow. "Alright, you know Seb and I love you, right, Y/n? We're here for you,"

"Thanks, Jimmy," eyes meet the concrete path. "I need to go,"

"Oh, okay, b-" the phone went silent. "Bye..." Jim slumps his head down.

"She still cares," Moran points out the obvious.

"Yes, good job, Tiger," he sighs, a knife drags along the oak before landing in a small target behind Sebastian who doesn't move. "Get me my tea," Jim looks up and sigh at the given gaze. "Please,"

"Yes, boss," Moran leaves with a smirk as Jim is left flustered.

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Mormor is the cutest thing idec

- Anna ❤️