Spark and Four Letter Words

"Well, hello there, Mr. Holmes," I said with a coy smile pressing my hands onto his knees and leaning into him, "I've missed you."

Sherlock unfolded his hands and cocked his head to the side. "Where had I gone, exactly?"

"You didn't really go anywhere," I answered honestly, "You were just so god awful bored all the time. If you had access to that needle of yours-"

"That is behind me, Samantha," he interrupted me with a crass tone.

I held a finger to his lips, "Shh, I know, I was only making a reference." I moved my finger and let my hand graze the stubble on his cheek, teasing the tufts of grey at his temples. "I'm only saying that that spark that is usually so dominant in you has been missing for a little while."

Sherlock's eyebrows arched in question, "And what, pray tell, might that," he paused, clearing his throat, "spark be?"

I laughed lightly, scooting a little closer. "Your eyes betray you Mr. Holmes, when you're curious." I straddled his lap and felt his hands lightly ghost over my hips. "When you're excited." I ran my hands down the length of his shirt, undoing the top three buttons and letting my hands roam over his shoulders before settling on his now heaving chest. "Your heart rate increases slightly." I pressed into him and nipped his earlobe, whispering in his ear, "I do believe your pupils are dilated as well."

Sherlock let out a shaky breath, his hands now wandering up my back.

"Not without reason," his voice huskily replied.

He tried to catch my lips with his, only to have me duck out of the way at the last second.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I'm not quite finished, Mr. Holmes," I teased, resituating myself on his lap. His fingers flexed against my back as he let out a small moan. I leaned back slightly and finished undoing the buttons on his shirt, tracing a line down the middle of his chest and letting my fingers rest on the hem of his pants, his abdomen making small quivers beneath my touch.

Leaning in, my lips hovering merely an inch away from his, but he stayed put, his eyes burned black with desire.

"Your breath quickens," I said the words the same time my fingers undid the clasp on his pants and quicken it did. One side of my mouth flicked up and my hands were back on his chest, pushing his shirt over his shoulders and onto the grass. My hands found his wrists and slowly I managed to lean him back with his arms at his sides.

"Your muscles go tense." I kissed an old scar on his shoulder before finally placing another feather light kiss to his lips.

"Samantha," he breathed.

"Shhh." I hushed him with another kiss, giving him back his hands allowing them to quickly grab hold of my waist. I traced the seam of his lips with my tongue, pushing my fingers through his hair when he happily welcomed me in. He held me closer to him, inhaling sharply each time my hips precariously came into contact with his own. I nipped his bottom lip before leaving a trail of kisses down his jaw line and then back up again to find his mouth waiting to be claimed.

Sherlock had joined our hands weaving our fingers together and very quickly I found myself on my back, pinned to the ground, hands above my head, with a panting detective hovering above me. I let out a small yelp and for a second a shocked look of fear flashed in his eyes. I grinned, biting my bottom lip and giving him a slight nod.

It was his turn now to slowly unbutton me while he straddled my middle; his warm calloused hands sending shivers through my core. He placed a kiss with each ministration, always looking back up to find my eyes. His thumbs quickly finding the waistband of my Khakis and I had no objection when he slid them down, shortly followed by his own.

"You, Ms. Parker, are a most intriguing anomaly," he smirked, his bangs tickling my forehead as he brought his lips down on mine.

"Ravishing." Another kiss. "Intelligent." Another. "Devoted."

"Hopelessly devoted," I whispered against his mouth with a sly smile.

He stopped for a moment, pulling back; running his hand down the length of my cheek.

"I…you're everything to me, Samantha. Please tell me you realize this." The love and warmth in his deep brown eyes was overflowing. "Absolutely everything," he whispered with a smile.

I pressed a kiss to the palm that was still against my cheek, "Completely," I replied.

I met him halfway, his arms wrapping around my back as our lips met. We rolled again and he lifted me so that I was situated on his lap, letting out a small cry and quite possibly a bite to his shoulder. He firmly held my hips as we moved, exploring each other's mouths and stifling each other's moans. My hand fisted in his dark curls and I pressed my face into his neck to muffle my cries as my body reached its peak; Sherlock's arms pressing me to him as if he were trying to meld us into one being. We toppled over into the grass, panting and damp; he immediately pulled me back into his side and pressed a kiss to my temple and let out a labored breath. I sighed contently, basking in his arms and the moon light.

"Samantha?" His voice rumbled through his chest moments of silence later.

"Hmm?"

"I do believe you have mistaken my curiosity for something else entirely," he stated flatly.

I started with a scoff, then snicker, a giggle, ending in whole hearted tear bringing laughter, soon joined by his own. I turned to face him, opened my mouth but no words came out, resulting in only a shake of the head.

"Of course you're more than welcome to try your assumptions again in the future." Sherlock arched an eyebrow and flashed me a halfcocked smile. "Merely a suggestion, of course."

"Oh, of course," I mocked, brushing the hair from his forehead before gathering up my clothes.

I breathed in the crisp night air, bouncing a bit on my toes with a smile on my face. Might as well enjoy it while it lasted, tomorrow he would be head strong at getting some answers and then on the track to getting done and out of here.

"I think it's time we at least tried to sleep, before we go poking at this building."

"I concur, but might I suggest inside, darling."

"Why Mr. Holmes, are you frightened a bug might take up residence in your head?" I teased.

He encircled my waist, swaying slightly. "Not in the slightest," he grinned pressing a lingering kiss to my forehead and then murmuring into my hair, "It's those damned bovine-dragon creatures we must worry about."

(Holmes)

While our evening had proved to be most intoxicating, her words still lingered at the back of mind. Did I indeed have some sort of spark? Watson never mentioned such a thing; he only thought my methods to me irritating, irrational and perhaps eccentric even verging on psychotic. My Samantha took notice to my boredom and in turn wanted to fix it for reasons other than her own.

Well…I had never had that happen before.

Even The Woman always made sure in the end she benefited in some way, shape or form.

And so brings up the mention of the word I don't have any recollection of using to anyone in my life, younger self or now. Surely I have come close on several occasions, but my lips will not make the sound. It pains me that if something regrettably should happen and still I have said nothing that our time might be for naught. This is why women are a distraction; and she is a grand distraction at that. And I do, I do in fact love her, to the point of complete and udder madness.

I tightened my arms around the woman in my arms slightly; she nudged closer and made a small sighing noise.

"Sherlock, what's wrong," she softly cooed.

I smiled down at her and was greeted by a pair of tired blinking sparkling blue eyes; so clear and stunning. Happy. I caressed her shoulder and gently kissed her.

"Absolutely nothing, go back to sleep."

She readjusted her head on my chest and wrapped her arm around my middle, "You need to sleep too," she said while giving my side a scratch.

"Mmm, I think I might just do that," I answered her with a smirk and I felt her laugh beside me. Even if I never slept again I could spend every night such as this; but tonight I would sleep, and sleep well. Well…perhaps not as well as one would see fit, but well enough for me. And I would do it with a busy mind and a full heart.

A/N:Whew...just so you guys know...that wasn't exactly planned. Holmes totally took the reins and wanted some sexy times so yea...there you have it... ANYWAY. Where is everyone huh? this place seems dead lately, not just here but everywhere. Maybe because of school as well. I'm in the process of moving so hopefully this last batch of updates will get those of you who aren't caught up yet through until my next update, the boyfriend is threatening to turn off the cable and I keep saying "ONE MORE DAY!" Don't worry new place has it, we just need to ditch it here :D Hope you enjoyed that sweet lemonade...and it was a tall glass if I say so my self.

So where are we on Holmes and this issue. It needs to come out right. At least he can say it in his head am I right. Damn I missed writing as Holmes. I might have to do a Holmes one shot later...keep your eyes open! (it's done now, and up and ready for your depressing pleasure. Yea...its kind of sad. I like sad.)

Also made a few Samantha and Holmes manips. Links on my profile, they came out okay.

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-Shelly