lacuna|FINISHED

[IRENE ADLER]

Irene felt the tension arise between the two of them, he had been the cause of this, and she as well for being a little bit affectionate. She wanted to kiss him feel his lips on hers as his warm embrace.

She was actually very much blushing now , but she needed to break away from her fantasy, but deep in her heart she whished she could embrace him further and have some relaxation, her chest was heaving and she was having palpitations even, why did the bloody man had to melt her like so.

Hearing him say that she was not safe here, made her smile and tilted her head, " Holmes I think you and me know that I am quite capable of taking care of my self" she told him and giggled as she had positioned herself right next to him, she wanted to feel more of that kiss now and she was not going to let it rest so easily.

He also knew very well that once she was started she could never stop but that expression on his face of a mixture of worry and also concern, why did he have to worry about her, had he not learned from the past that she was a woman of many ways and also defense tactics not many men could really face her except if they wanted to be beaten down like a dog but that would be very umpleasant to see the outcome.

An was he not also the famous Sherlock Holmes, the greatest and most well renowned detective of london , what had happened to him back there that had made him forget that, she could notice it very little in the hint of this new personality that she had not seen before back in the homeland. "Well ..... IF YOU WANT TO STOP ME YOUR GOING TO HAVE TO FORCE ME !!" she screamed and slipped away her hand from his knee and crossed her arms as she had finished her smoke that she had taken out a little while ago and now needed a fresh new one.

Slipping her hand into her chest she pulled out a ciggaret as she took out one for sherlock as well and placed it on his lips,and light her one and handed him the lighter.

Sitting down beside the window she puffed her cigar and tapped the ashes outside of it as the carriage had not even move , and she had alredy raised her voice 2 times in a row which 1 would end her getting out of the cart, or 2 beating the shit of holmes or wooing herself into his arms and into his kisses, she had missed them a lot , he hoped he knew that.

But no he would never know it until she mouthed it out of her mouth, so she would not spend the time or explaning the reason why.

Hearing him ask her a question she sighed and dropped her cigar outside and pulled her jacket more closer to her body feeling suddenly very cold. "Well if you really must know my next job is I am going to be stealing diamonds, you know them love they are my speciality . An I just came to central park because I thought it was a lovely day an then I saw you and found that I wanted to aproach you see what you where up to what women you where shagging and all..." she said all in one sillabel making a point to exagerate at the end as she licked her lower lip a smirk on her face as she still had the taste of tabaco that Archy had left in her mouth.

She sometimes wondered why she kept a very personal relationship with her boss at all, yes she had shagged the man a few times but did it have to mean that he had to get personal with her, and she loved his kisses but they did not mean anything to her then why was it so hard to end the relationship, nothing felt good like what Holmes had given her.

[philosopher]

Half vexed by Irene's approach, and the feeling that he was somehow an object of ridicule to the elegant, bright-eyed lady, he ceased his pantomimic gestures abruptly and as she raised her voice he sat looking at her with a flush of astonishment on his features. Holmes was silent, eyeing Irene with a keen glance which had something in it of disfavor and suspicion. After a brief pause, in which she had apparently considered the his appearance and general bearing for a good smoke, she began to take out more than one cigarette. He watched her active hand, running through the thoughts of whether or not to accept. Perhaps she planned to poison him, or knowing her there would be some kind of liquid explosive - perhaps something as powerful as Astrolite G - permeated into the cigarette - either way both things caused a man to die. Irene Adler was that breed of woman that could seem so fond of you, then kiss your eyes and lay you to sleep.

But Irene didn't offer it to him as he thought she would, she simply stuffed it into his partly-open mouth. Of course, being a serial smoker, the moment the cigarette was in his mouth he forgot all about the logcial thinking process and thus adjured, he lost no time in lighting it. He breathed out a thin fog - and, realizing he was still alive, he regarded Irene more intently. Observing her with his critical eye, which travelled up from the refined taste displayed in her dress to the sleek shine of her hair that lay so carelessly cast over her shoulders. Forthwith he then resumed to his cigarette and gave a gesture of hauteur and half-contempt.

'Hmm, diamonds. Yes, you always did love those twinkling rocks. You're doing everything for you're living then?' He took a drag, then tapped the ash off just out of the carriage window. He shrugged his shoulders with a mingled air of weariness and self-pity as he remembered that quite nice, quite expensive eternity ring he'd bought her a while back - back when he was into reckless spending. She seemed so worth it at the time, and a side-point had been to have bought rather to have stolen. These days, Holmes had dropped a curtain over those wide, bright windows of the hope in that she still had it. Probably sold it off for twice its worth.

Realizing he was staring, he brought his glance down from the skies, and turned it to the face of the maiden near him, and was startled at her sudden marvellous beauty - beauty now heightened by the effect of the changeful colors that played around her. He tore away, battling away from the urge to touch her white cheek and jumped upon the cigarette's cloud-wings. Then cleared his throat and drew his eyebrows together in a frown of some little surprise, 'Ouch-kabibble, going that way are we?' He said with soft exclaimation. 'Well, actually, I'm not shagging anyone at the moment. Nor have I shagged anyone one in quite a while.' For no real reason, he finished with a slight, vexed laugh.

[IRENE ADLER]

Irene turned around when she heard Sherlock say that he was not shagging anyone,and smiled brightly as she snickered and neared him grabbing him by his jacket collar and leand in her forhead against his and sighed and giggled. " I was worried there for a minute" she confessed and chuckled as she tugged at his shirt playfully and blushed all of a sudden, why did she think that she had the right in one way or another to touch him so, to make him feel that her emotions for him where still there very much present, and waiting for him to reciprocate.

Leaning down she pecked his lips and pulled away as she turned around to stare out at the park and sighed, she had done something very brilliant or very stupid just a few minutes ago and she could not deny that she wanted to taste his cigarret mouth again, this time using her tongue preferably, but would he let her,he seemed almost in shock by her sudden actions and she was just trying to control the huge amount of butterflies that she had , she could kiss him again oh yes she could but what would be the point in it.

His laughter was also very amusing and brought ease to herself, she did not want to feel like the strange bug that he had made her feel just a few minutes ago, this could not be the relationship that she wanted to have with him, did he not know that she still loved him very much, now what would he do with her, would he just push her to the side , and let her go like he did, he had not even looked for her, he had not even come and ask for her in her flat that he knew all to well.

Oh what the hell, it did not cost her anything to dare herself to do something different, turning around she faced him , her man the man who would own her in every way possible and fate had just turned them on again, their old spark , she could feel it arising but would he deny her, if he did she would be crushed.

Leaning in on his shoulder she hugged his arm and sighed and just relaxed in that position not daring to attempt a kiss again as she had thought about it but would have rather relaxed in his arms, and made him do all the work of romancing her , she had given that small token of a kiss for him and him alone, she wonderred now what would happen between them.

The silence around the room seem to indicate that they could really not face one another ,or it was just a calm silence that was plaguing them , she had gone out of her limb to kiss him after being afraid to. Now he had to say something to her, he just had to but what would it be she was curious to know , she needed to know.

[philosopher]

After this evening great changes would come into Holme's before pleasant life. He had conquered his enemies, or so it seemed, and the society of London had thrown down all its barricades and rushed to meet him with open arms. Invitations crowded upon him (it all came with the fame of the Roylott case, apparently the public enjoyed a man who could attack an aggressive snake in a ventilation shaft and send it back the other way, leading it to bite and kill the offending Doctor Roylott) - often he grew tired and bewildered in the multiplicity of them all.

London life wearied him, preferring the embowered seclusion of his home, his dear old house in Baker Street, but then came Moriarty. Holme's fame absolutely exploded after that, the frothy gaieties were deemed incomplete without him. It wouldn't be considered the 'thing' if Sherlock Holmes was not present. After he foiled the Professor and his assasins, he became the centre of a large and ever-widening social circle - painters, poets, novelists, wits savants, and celebrities of high distinction crowded his rooms, striving to entertain him as well as themselves with that inane small talk and gossip too often practiced by the wisest among us, and thus surrounded, he began to learn many puzzling and painful things of which in his professional life, he had been happily ignorant.

For instance, at one of these sessions he learnt of his next case. Miss Adler. Using his considerable skill for disguise, Holmes traced her movements and learned much about her and what she did. The rest was history.

Then quite suddenly, and in the sweetest simplicity, she turned him and kissed him. His mind, for the first time in years, was dead to the world until she lifted herself away. Holmes was absent, evaluating how he felt at that moment. He discovered was not joyous at all but, on the contrary, inclined to dyspepsia and discontentment. He found that even such a sweetly executed act, was most painfully conceited, selfish in aim and limited in thought, moreover, that they Holmes suddenly felt so empty of all true inspiration. That Irene, professing to be in sympathy of her own human heart, was bringing herself into contact with a former flame. A flame who plainly showed by look, voice, and manner, the contempt he entertained for her work, and yet, said flame was surprised that he did not gag with disgust and leave the carriage. Holmes hated his feelings, they argued with his mind - like men of science who were never so happy as when trying to upset each other's theories. He was always on alert to destory the pesky thoughts he had of Irene, and the creed they brought.

Holme's did not look at Irene as she held onto his arm, pressing against it her warm, tiny body. He looked ahead with utter weariness all round and a burning feeling in his chest.

'Irene,' He asked softly, 'What are you doing?'

[IRENE ADLER]

Irene saw holmes mutter silently not really on the thought that she was really there with him and he was also making faces which meant he was not taking her kiss in the best way possible.

But alas she wanted to do that and now she had , there was no turning back, and she was not going to regret ,making that move at all, she had a part of her back now thanks to that kiss, and she was hoping that he would realice that but to her amazement it did not happen.

He just stayed quiet, silent she disliked it a lot silence was never a good thing between the both of them it meant that something was troubling the both of them and that things were not going to turn out really good and she would have to leave or maybe just give him some space.

Slipping away from his touch, she sighed and brushed her hair as she was not in the mood suddenly to just go emotionally limb here, she would need to take things slowly, and then his voice sounded which made her turn around and stare at him , he had asked such a simple question was it not obvious what she was doing , did he not know that she still loved him so much.

Would she be brave enough to tell him the truth and nothing but the truth, she was starting to feel those familiar butterflies start to form in her stomach and she could not help herself, "Holmes if there is one thing that I would not play with , is the feelings that I have for you, the kiss was just me showing what I was feeling you don't have to make me feel like I am playing you all the time" she confessed and covered her mouth and curled herself in the seat again.

She was trying really hard to be honest because if holmes knew very well that she really was not an honest person or an honest girl at all, this was very difficult for her he should know this she was not a woman who it was easy to just tell the truth flat out, in fact she was always the little liar , and so she would get in trouble,I mean part of their relationship was yes a big fat lie on some parts but in the end she trully did love him, and there was nothing that she could hide that from him it would be moraly wrong, she loved him and that kiss had rekindled a spark.

"Is it so wrong of me to love you..." she asked him sadly sulking a little into her chair as she wished that she would have never come to central park at all, she wished that she could have never seen him she wished to god even though she did not believe in god that she was out of sherlocks life for good if of course he would want her out of it.

[hamlet]

Unfortunately The Hessian Horseman was forced to leave due to having no access to a computer (for an unknown extended period of time) and other engagements in his life. You guys can choose to godmod his exit (and ONLY his exit) to continue the thread or let this thread go.

[philosopher]

(Okay well, I'll try to work with what we got King H.)

It was proof to Holmes of his having been shrewd, a plan that so far was working brilliantly. Detach from her, don't for a moment let her see that he was in the least bit lonely. She unfastened from his arm and tried so hard to assure him that she was not such a snake in the grass. Holmes looked away, bending his arm and hiding his mouth with his knuckle just incase she got tempted again. There was an infinite relief merely in Irene removing her tiny, warm body off him, the same that came with relieving himself from the huge world of women. With all its exactions and temptations and the myriad rebukes and rebuffs of its crass propriety and thrift. He had endured solitude enough in it; the secret loneliness of a spiritual bankruptcy. By leaving the creatures alone, there was life begun over, with none to make new debts to except nature and himself, and no besetments but his own circumvented tendencies. What humble, happy masterhood.

He began to shake his head, slowly and sadly. 'No, Irene. You've never been in love.'

Each dawn he rose from dreamless sleep and leaped into the surf as into the embrace of a new existence, all without a woman. With that thought, he didn't waste time in opening the door of the moving carriage and falling out, catching himself right on the soles of his red converse with a sharp reliance of his knees. He was done loitering, and wanted to get clean away. When he had straightened himself out, he began to walk away. Calculating that he needed to quicken his mind, and in Irene's company he could not do that. Not with how she distracted him.


(Go after him if you like, or we can end it there. Your choice :3 )

[IRENE ADLER]

She noticed him hop of from the carriage and start to walk away, a sigh escaping her as she hopped off the carriage after him, walking with haste to catch him, he had a lot of nerve to leave her like that, and she was now just very emotional all the things she had bottled up and closed for no other than him. She had closed all her emotions and all her love just for him , because she still remembered the past.

Who did he think he was , she had also suffered enough pain on his part , since he left she had nothing but woe on her life. " Do you think this is pleasant loving a man who will just hide from the woman he loved... I suffered just as equal pain as you did yet still I try not to hide it." she told him from affar as she started to tie her hair up and started to clean away the tears.

She was seriosly not joking around now, and she was hurt , he had hurt her once again after she had made the effort to try and speak her mind to him once again. " I hate you , I hate you.." she screamed and crossed her arms as she really was in ´pain, did he not notice that she had just left everything that she hold to protect herself from being hurt , and now that was to late.

But she could not show weakness either, and now she was , why why she could not understand , they had a few good times no, but why did he think they where all bad , when they first met it was just bliss and now now look where they were hating one another.

[philosopher]

To avoid the sunlight Holmes followed the shadows of the sidewalk-trees down to the next corner, to cross there and come back under a like cover on the other side. But squarely on the crossing he was met and stopped by the demented woman who propositioned to continue. Never the true gentleman, he walked passed her with quick, angry steps decling to listen. But she followed, of course. The sheer pain in Irene's voice begged him to notice, but it made him slam his eyes shut and walk faster, wanting more badly than ever to get away from her. She stuck like a bur, persistently clinging no matter how much or how fast he walked she was right behind him. It was a few minutes before he abruptly turned around and decided to send her off in her own right direction. Enough was enough.

'Yes, Irene! I do hide from you! And why is that?' Evident intensity burned in his flaring eyes, as he gestured dramatically with his hands and arms. 'Because we are exes! As in, we were in a relationship, things went pity-poor and now we aren't! Exes!'

It all rushed out of him, and even if it was not of the divinest or manliest inspiration, at least it took some uncharity out of him. But not enough, as Irene decided she wanted to feed the fire. A mechanical silence sat within him, standing as still as the trees until she was finished with her little tantrum before he would start up his own. Of the myriad true tales of love-weakness and love-wrath for which they were just now so unlucky as to stand; of the awful naturalness of such things.

'O - ho no, woman - you want to start one up about hatred? Beautiful! Me next, me next!' Holmes burst into her face, so deep in his furious intensity. 'I hate how you like to steal things right off people's backs! I hate how you carry a knife! I hate how when you have a bad day, that knife ends up against my throat! If I haven't made it clear yet, Irene - I hate you right back!'

[IRENE ADLER]

Irene growled when she heard all that he said about her, what things he hated , that just made a crack in her heart some more and started to sigh as she grabbed his arm forcefully, "Oh so you want to start to point out mistakes , things that we don't like of each other Holmes.... Well here it goes right in your face back at you..!!" she yelled pounding on his chest and pushing him a little away from her.

She did not want to be the one who would end up loosing this one, she was not going to loose even if he did not want to face her , she still had those feelings for him but now they needed to die down. " I hate how you try to ignore me... I hate how you consider yourself high and mighty I hate how you can see everything being so easy and so calm, I hate how you can't face love in the face you stupid jerk !!"she yelled and covered her mouth in saying the last.

A pour of tears falling on her face as she started to just turn away from him, and started to rub her eyes furiosly cleaning her eyes, she wished now she had never felt anything for the man who was in front of her, he was hiding his true emotions under his very self , and she was not like that .. For all she cared now was the moment that was due to come for the both of them... She had only said what was in her heart , she was not manipulating anything, she was not trying to find a purpose to ruin his life.

" For your information I am not trying to ruin your stupid big lifee!!" she yelled and crossed her arms panting a little as she was suddenly dizzy and high off the rage and words and yells.

[philosopher]

Thus was the enraged Holmes at every turn overmatched by the scorned love of the woman, whose fancied superiority was her excuse for an illicit infatuation; an infatuation which little by little became a staring fact. There was no hiding such a thing, no matter how much the watchful eye of the detective would like to overlook it. He hated her. He loved her. Hating her, loving her and hating her again - there was two much bouncing between the two. She spat with rage and threw her fists against him, causing his pin-thin body to stumble back a bit but quickly he found the strength to anchor himself as strong as a tree stump. Both of them were fools, the very urchins of the playground would have found them out, and presently Holmes found his broken feelings apart from broken laws. With them the anguish of the first steps in perfidy.

Her delicate frame seemed to shake, like she was exhausted, and her tossed, waving hair was loose over her shoulders. In the past, he had always admired her hair unarranged, it added a coquettish touch here and there. Another silence fell between them, she and Holmes gasping for their breath back. He stared, brows dug downward and nostrils flared as they drew and withdrew deep air. By god she was undeniably a lovely woman, even in the heat of anger. Tall and elegantly formed, with an almost regal grace of manner. Bright, full eyes of a bewitching and dangerous softness, he had almost forgotten how beautiful she was.

Through an impulse none within his control Holmes grabbed her arms, pushed her against the wall behind her and kissed her rouged lips. It wasn't a sweet kiss, it was a kiss through a riot of wants and needs. His hands moved to her face, complexioned pale but of such a creamy, transparent pallor as to be almost brilliant. Being this close he could smell her perfume, a faint odour of some kind of rare rose petal or cosmetic. He enjoyed her for a moment longer, before his senses gave him a good foot up the backside and he broke away, his cheeks hotly blushing.

'I .. ' He timidly looked up at her, some of her lipstick on his face. Her mouth, small and exquisitely shaped, such a nice mouth to kiss. ' .. I have to go.'

Before Irene could stop him, he turned around and ran. Ran as fast as he could. He had been very, very stupid. What Holmes had to remember was, despite her physical perfections, there was something not altogether sincere or natural even in her ravishing smile and fascinating ways. Holmes' fast legs vanished him into the crowds, knowing he had a lot of mulling over to do.



/*exit Sherlock Holmes.

[IRENE ADLER]

Why why did he have to be such a bastard to make her loose her temper that way, why could he not just stay put, and accept whatever feelings he was protecting from her, if he did not know anything better she was just as hurt as he was .

Maybe it was more, but his breathing , his acttions they all made her feel curious as to why he was running away, what were some of those reasons to ignore her, they could change, she could change, the love hate relationship that they had could really work for the better.

Then suddenly like the actions of a desperate man she felt holmes push her towards the wall, with a force she did not know , just a little while ago their where yelling at each other now they where kissing with such passion she had never felt from him for a while, and she wanted more she needed more this was rich and sweet like chocolate cake.

Then just like that he broke it , and she saw the both of them panting breathing really hard his chest heaving up and down like he had taken a long jog and was loosing breath, herbody sitting down on some stairs as she brushed her hair out of her face.

Looking up at him, he tried to say something to her, but then as quick as the wind he was gone running away from her yet again, now they had started their roundabout again of meetings and kisses until finally she hoped they would settle down again but when would they meet again, she hoped it was soon she needed it to be soon.

Standing she started to walk away from the alley way as she kept thinking back there on that kiss , that wonderfull kiss. She finally was at peace, and she could now say that she was feeling something stir inside her yet again for the man named Sherlock..