"Good morning Clover." John said as he came into the sitting room of the flat. Once he realized who he was talking to he turned around and looked back at her. She was in a shirt that seemed too large for her. It was a plain grey one. It's Sherlock's. Won't he be angry with her? He thought then dismissed it. "I hope you have something under that."
"Yes as a matter of fact I do. I have a bra and panties. If you'd like proof you'll have to look somewhere else." She remarked while reading her book. It was black and had a small metallic red rose on the cover. "And I know what you're thinking. 'Oh she's wearing Sherlock's shirt. That means they slept together.' To answer that, no. We did not. Well, yes but no. Yes we slept in the same bed but we did not engage in sexual intercourse. That would require a bond that isn't as, pardon my French here but, fucked up. Ya know?" Putting her book down and walking up to him. Looking down slightly she snickered.
What was she laughing at? John didn't know, and was slightly confused until he heard Sherlock bellow from his bedroom, "Clover!" She mumbled something under her breath and responded. "Why do you have my shirt?" Was the response to that along with a topless Sherlock. It stopped Clover in her tracks. How the hell is he like that? I doubt he goes to a gym or has any exercise equipment. Or is it hidden away? Just like that beautiful tor- No, can't think of him like that. He's a colleague. Not a one night, or multiple night, stand. Even then it'd be strictly business. No love, no emotion. But staring a bit longer wouldn't hurt.
Both men gave each other glances and looked back at her. It didn't take John long to figure out what was going on, she was keeping herself 'entertained'. Sherlock however, not being a master at anything that had to do with the female gender, was clueless. And he couldn't deduce her which made it worse. He stepped closer and reached out for the hem of the shirt and took it off. Everyone had a different expression. Sherlock's being confusion, Clover's being a mixture of amazement and lust, and John's being a smug grin. Sherlock walked back to his room with the shirt in his hand and Clover was barely able to snap back to reality, "Well that was interesting." She said, not caring about the fact that she was in her undergarments. John looked at her and felt different, yet the same. He felt the same because it was the same feeling he had when he first saw the Woman, but different because he had felt even more exposed than last time. And she has some form of clothes on.
Sherlock came back out of his room in his usual attire but was buttoning up one last button. "So before you start talking Genie, why didn't you ask me to take the shirt off myself?"
"You seemed preoccupied at the moment so I took matters into my own hands. Why?" She wanted him to do it again of course, but with him becoming disrobed as well and them becoming engaged in certain activities. Clover shook her head as if to tell him to drop the subject. John left the sitting room to go get dressed. Clover then walked into Sherlock's room to get dressed as well. When she came out John was already in the sitting room and was talking to Sherlock. They looked over at her and jaws had dropped. She was wearing a pair of very tight, very short shorts and a spaghetti strap tank. "Why are you wearing that?"
"It's supposed to get hot today, I doubt we're gonna have any cases, and I wanted to see your reaction." She then sat upside down on the couch with her palms flat against the ground. John was about to ask what she was doing when she kicked her feet up and landed them on the ground. She stood up and was facing the other way.
"Why do you insist on doing that?" Sherlock voiced, he stood up and walked over to her and she tuned around. Clover just stared at him blankly. Then tilted her neck to the left and then the right, cracking it In the process. Cracking her knees then cracking her knuckles she walked into the kitchen.
"Anything I can get you John? Tea? Coffee?"
"Um yes, please. Coffee would be nice." She began to brew the coffee for John, walked over to the table, and leaned over onto it, crossing her arms in front of her.
"So, if we don't get any cases what should we do today? I mean staying inside is nice and all but we need to al least do something. Don't you agree?" John turned around and looked at her. Her neck looked even paler due to the dark color of her shirt. "Well?"
"No Clover, I was planning on sitting in this very spot until I got a case." She huffed in response and looked over to check on the coffee. Clover stood and got a mug, she poured the coffee in the mug and gave it to John. He thanked her and she laid on the ground like a starfish. "Clover? What are you doing?"
She then grabbed Sherlock's leg and looked at him. There was an awkward silence until she spoke. "Don't just sit there, Genie. We should do something. All of us. For example, go for a walk. Maybe even something else. Murder? Arson? Any other punishable crime?"
"I've informed Mycroft, who has informed the whole of Scotland Yard, to not punish you for any crime. To which they responded by telling me that you would have to have some form of punishment, and I doubt John would be willing to do such. So that means that if you commit any form of criminal activity I will have to punish you." That made John and Clover's eyes grow wide. Neither of them had heard him speak like that, ever. Was it meant to be suggestive? Probably not, but it was. "What?"
She and John looked at each other then she spoke up. "What kind of punishment?" Then he walked into the kitchen and started to rummage around in the drawers. Sherlock pulled out a pair of handcuffs and tossed them to her. He leaned on the counter and put his right hand on his hip. "What are these for?"
"Your punishment. Why? Not like it?"
"What is my punishment then?" He chuckled. No one knew what it was. Not even Sherlock, but he could think of a few things. "Right, I'll just go and. Get dressed to go out because I don't think I want to find out my punishment. Do I?" Sherlock closed his eyes and gently shook his head. "I figured as much." John turned around and looked at him.
"What would it be then? Her punishment. If it involves handcuffs it must be serious."
