"I know Mr Harrison, this is an important conference for you but I'm booked out for the next month." I hurried across the streets listening to my boots hit across the pavement. Mr Harrison was a stern man who can't take no for an answer.

"But you're the best dresser I know." Sighing at him I looked both ways before crossing the road. Mrs Mitchel's limo was waiting at our pick up point.

"Look, if you want I know a few others in the area. I'll give you their contacts but you need to book my services in advance." Passing over the covered dress in my other hand Mrs Mitchel smiled and I placed the phone to my shoulder for a moment. "Sorry on a call. I try this will suit to your liking."

"Thank you, I'll send over the paycheck." Nodding The phone went back to my ear.

'I'll look at the people you know.' He was defeated. I grinned knowing I just got out of it. He hung up and I quickly typed in the numbers and names also. It was getting late, Sherlock wanted to go out but I rejected the idea knowing I'd want to relax. He'd also just finished a case so even if he wouldn't say Sherlock would also be tired. The deadline of our two-week trial was in three days. I tried not thinking of it. But it's been lingering on my mind all day. Maybe some wine would help. Holding onto my coat as a large gust of wind swept through me I shivered a little.

....

Getting out of the cab I let out a long sigh. This day has been a long and hard one. So many annoying pesty clients not shutting up. Only for all this to continue when opening the door to my apartment hearing a violin and piano playing... I know that piano. Quickly stepping down I saw Sherlock playing the violin along with my original peace playing also.

"How did you get that?" I breathed knowing only three people with that on record. Me, my sister and mother.

"I talked with Jess. Never thought your original plan was to be a pianist." That's when I saw the table with dinner waiting for me. Sherlock put away his Violin. "Your coat."

"It's a coat dress. I'll just go put my things away." He only let me past when I pecked him on the lips. Taking off the coat which took a bit of time I wandered back out to see him awaiting my return behind the chair I'd be sitting on.

"Rough day?" He asked into my ear as he pushing the chair towards the table.

"Very, people can be so annoying." He chuckled going to sit. I also saw the wine in my glass.

"In high school, I just wanted to play the piano. Until my mother told me its not an occupation but a hobby."

"So at university, you studied fashion and business management?" I nodded.

"Along with minors in Psychology and coding procedure." Sherlock raised an eyebrow at me.

"Coding and Psychology?"

"Yes, Coding and Psychology. It's important to know how computers work and how to fix things. It's also good to know how the mind works." Sherlock smiled looking down at the food in front of him.

"I thought I knew everything about you and yet you still manage to surprise me."

....

"He's obviously dead." I'd convinced Sherlock to watch the sixth sense although ten minutes in he seemed to have figured it out. "And ghosts aren't real, why are we watching this?" I giggled tossing a piece of popcorn to his face.

"Just enjoy the movie ok?" He nodded slowly and I took the popcorn piece I threw at him and placed it on his lips before turning back to the screen. My head was leant on his shoulder. Sherlock was stiff for a little while but soon wrapped an arm around me. Popcorn and wine surprisingly worked well together mostly because I just needed to feel loose after a stressful day. Sighing when noticing Sherlock's agitated state, it was evident from the light finger tapping and he started eating more popcorn. I turned the volume down and set my now empty wine glass on the coffee table before spinning to sit on his lap.

"I can tell when you're annoyed," I said while resting my hands on his lower neck.

"And your pupils are dilated. Have you had too much to drink? Because from your position it would appear your actions to be...."

"Sexual yes and I'm not in any sort of way drunk, a little tipsy maybe." Both of his hands went to my lower back and under the skirt resting on my stockings.

"And what has changed your mind about this? Almost two weeks ago you'd do anything but this." A smile lingered on my lips as I drew myself closer.

"Sentiment." Something snapped inside of Sherlock, the calm cool act he'd put on faded in a blink of an eye. His lips were against mine as we made out hard and fast on the couch. Both his hands pulled me in closer to his growing bulge making me moan. Sherlock took that as a sign to help me grind back and forward onto him. Sherlock groaned while continuing his actions while I got to unbuttoning his shirt. Running a hand down his front I pulled out the shirt from his trousers so it fell off Sherlock's shoulders. All this while our tongues were still entangled.

"It'll be more comfortable in your bedroom." Sherlock breathed out. Nodding in agreement he lifted the two of us up walking blindly to my bedroom until I fell softly onto the sheets. Sherlock sat me back up quickly to tug up the sweater I wore. A black lacy bra came into his view which he took a liking too from how much he stared. Swiftly Sherlock's movements went to the clip of my bra, it came off easily for him as his lips found themselves to my neck.

"Sherlock." I breathed and he smiled against my neck leaving open-mouthed kisses all the way down to my right breast which he kissed and sucked on. I moaned softly gliding a hand into his hair to tug on. Both of his hands worked on unzipping and sliding down both my skirt and all my other layers. I was getting too hot anyway.

"Your skin is so smooth." His comment made me blush. "I've done some research you know."

"Research?" I panted watching as his tongue slid down my stomach while he massaged my breasts

"I needed to know how to make you orgasm the way I want you to. So after some reading and watching, I know what will make you scream." Did he seriously just admit to watching porn? I gasped loudly he had pushed two fingers inside of me pumping them slowly.

"Sherlock, what are you doing?" His head dropped lower kissing my upper thighs while still fingering my lowest parts.

"Making you scream." Moaning loudly when his tongue replaced the fingers Sherlock smirked lapping up my entrance. Shit, he really did do his research. Sherlock pushed both my legs over his shoulders bringing himself right up against me. My back arched as a layer of sweat started to form on my heated skin. Sherlock seemed to know that signal to thrust his fingers faster and suck on my clit faster until I was shaking.

"Oh. My. God." I panted relaxing into the sheets after my high. Sherlock slowly stopped moving up to meet me for another kiss, it was soft for a moment until I took the liberty of unzipping his trousers.

"Keen are we?" Sherlock chuckled sliding down his tongue to my nipple once more making me moan. Because I'm so much more sensitive a few touches left me whimpered against him. Sherlock tugged down his pants letting himself free. The two of us panted as I moved to touch him. Sherlock gasped as I pumped him a few times.

"In terms of protection...." I started while slowly moving my hand up and down Sherlock started thrusting into my hand.

"I had a pill in your dinner." I raised an eyebrow at him. "It's better to think ahead. I don't want anything separating the two of us." He's referring to a condom as an annoyance rather than a blessing to many people. His breath was laboured and Sherlock pushed me back down. "Let's keep going." Sherlock thought through what to do for a moment leaving me with legs widely spread aching for him. The two of us groaned when he pushed himself inside of me. Sherlock was more out of it than me, no matter how much research a man can't predict the pleasure I suppose. "You're so tight." Sherlock breathed into my ear before nibbling at it.

"And you're so big," I spoke while wrapping both my legs around him so he went in deeper until he went all the way. His thrusts were calculated it took him a whole to find the perfect spot to make me see stars but when he found it Sherlock started ramming inside of me. "Sherlock." I moaned arching into him holding on tightly to his shoulders. "Faster." My plead only made Sherlock more determined. He grabbed my ass lifting it in the air to hoist my body up thrusting faster into my g spot. "Y-yes. I'm almost there... Ah." Gasping my breath was court on nothing when his fingers rubbed my clit making my body shake and come undone.

"You're pulsing to tightly." He grunted as his thrusts became sloppy and he spilt his seed inside of me. Moaning tiredly Sherlock slid out admiring his work for a moment before travelling next to me, joining me in the sheets.