Three knocks on the door, strong, precise. The small black cat jumped from her lap and led its way to where the sound came from, wagging its long tail meanwhile. She looked up from her recopilatory of poems by Edgar Allan Poe and frowned. She was dead. She did not expect anyone to visit her.
Please, an Adlock prompt where Mycroft finds out about the not-so-dead Mrs Adler, and tells mummy that her younger saved a crimminal. Then she asks Sherlock who is his girlfriend.
Family meetings were rigorously horrendous occasions under normal circumstances. However, when Sherlock walked into his brother’s inner city office and was greeted with the sight of his parents drinking tea with the Woman, he knew this family meeting would be particularly abhorrent.
It took every ounce of his will power not to shout, though he knew it wasn’t rage that was making his heart slam against his ribs as his eyes eventually met hers across the room. Sherlock was watching as she pulled the tea cup away from her red lips, when his view of her was blocked by Mycroft,
"You’ve got some explaining to do, brother dear" Sherlock fought the urge to slap the smirk off his brother’s face as Mycroft indicated the empty seat at the tea table next to the Woman, opposite his stunned parents. Sherlock took it, amazed that his heart managed to beat faster at being this close in proximity to her after three years without so much as a text between them. Maybe it was this that made him address her first, the tension in the room was a palpable pulse,
"Death treating you well, I see, Miss Adler" his eyes lingered on her lips as they curled into a smile.
This is truly beautiful….^^ GO READ
Can you write and adlock bubble bath thing? I've been reading angst stuff and I need something to cheer me up
Irene lay back against the hard chest behind her sighing as the warm water consumed her body. The soapy suds floating around her, tickling her skin she turned slightly as arms wrapped around her waist. She lifted a hand placing it lightly on Sherlock’s chest, looking up into his bright eyes. Irene couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face that was answered by Sherlock’s own smile. Sherlock leaned down gently kissing Irene ‘I love you’ he whispered against her lips this made Irene smile further ‘I love you too Mr Holmes’ seeing Sherlock’s slight frown at the name she had just given him made Irene smile further ‘I love you Sherlock’ she leaned forward to kiss him again ‘My Sherlock’
Sherlock grinned…yes he liked that her Sherlock yes yes he was her Sherlock. He moved his legs slightly swishing the water as he tried to tangle their legs together under the water pulling her closer by her waist. Irene couldn’t help the giggle that left her lips as the bubbles moved against her skin again as Sherlock moved her around. Sherlock picked up a sponge from the side of the bath dipping it into the water before gently wiping it across Irene’s shoulders watching her shiver as the air hit where the sponge had just passed across her skin. Sherlock leaned down again, starting to follow the path that the sponge had just followed with his lips. Irene shivered with each kiss that graced her skin, Sherlock always made her feel like the most beautiful and loved person on the planet.
Irene turned to straddle Sherlock so she was facing him in the bath, she took the sponge out of Sherlock’s hand dipping it back into the water, they had been in the bath so long that the bubbles were starting to dwindle in the chilling water. Irene started to gently wipe the sponge across Sherlock’s bare chest, smiling when he flinched from the cold water touching his skin. ‘Irene we should get out, don’t want you catching a cold.’ He smiled stroking her cheek as she nodded standing and stepping out of the bath waiting for Sherlock to follow her, as she turned around he wrapped a large white bathrobe around her smiling down before wrapping a towel around his own waist.
(Hope this cheers you up :))
He wants to touch her.
But when a ghost-like presence of fingertips brushes across the cold surface of her porcelain skin, she shies away absently and goes into the next room. At times she does not show her face for days. He ponders if she eats or sleeps. He never raises his knuckles to the…