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[consulting]

[ if sherlock was an outsider stepping into this room for the first time, he would have mistaken this set up as somewhat romantic. candles, food - all factors of a date. however, calling it a date isn't the proper terminology. calling it a date makes it less palatable.

( if sherlock was less of liar, he would admit that this fell under perhaps a similar category. )

this is chess, and the rook takes it place next to the queen. sitting in the space next to her on the opposite end of the couch. ]

Is that an observation or an educated guess?

[ there's an eye roll at that statement. a fondness in his voice that is lost through text messages. ]

It won't hurt me? -- odd, as I recall - isn't it one of the domintarix's jobs to make even the most menial tasks painful.

MY TURN MY TURN MY TURN

[herrin]

[ oh, good, he's sitting. he's sitting and she's scheming (idly) about how to get that sheet off him. she's got more than a few ideas, some of them are actual executable .. but it's his home she's sitting in, so she'll play nice for now. while she doesn't bother feigning away her interest in his clothing (or lack there of), she will lean in and snag a plate and a fork for him.

and for her. sharing is caring, sherlock holmes, and she doesn't intend on making this any easier on you. you get to enjoy exactly what you're missing. ]

You know I don't have to guess, darling. Though I suppose that boyfriend of yours.. what was his name? [ waldorf? wesley? something like that. ] He must date and bring women around every now and then. Though upon meeting you, I'm sure they don't come back.

[ god, she had to do this more often. it was too much fun to play with him. deftly, she picked up a bite size piece of cake with the fork and offered it to him, though if he tried to take the utensil away from him, she'd smack him with the end (careful not to drop the cake). ]

I'm not working. This is purely for personal pleasure.

CHEWS ON YOU FOREVERRRR.

[consulting]

[ ah yes. of course, she brings up a subject he isn't too keen on discussing. relationships are a grey area for sherlock, they have and always have been. give him puzzles. give him work. the human mind is meant to be studied and not a distraction.

( somehow in the span of things ms. adler falls in between, in between work and play and god what that does to him. )

the cake is mostly stared at. he needs to focus when he's around irene and there's some part of him that's certain it's filled with some kind of poison.

( in another life, she'd asked him: are you always so suspicious? )

he quirks a brow at that presumption. ]

Not my area. [ he says smoothly. ]

Good, a personal visitation.

NO CHEW ON THE CAKE SHERLOCK. THE CAKE.

[herrin]

[ perhaps that was why she'd brought john up. watch sherlock squirm. she already had him naked, in a sheet, in his living room. with cake. and candles. things could really only get worse for him (read: better for irene).

but, suit yourself. she'll eat this piece of cake all by herself, making it into an event with an ungodly amount of noises being made, all of them sinful. it's the best damn cake she ever had, judging by her reaction. which means you should want it, sherlock. ]

As you wish. I'm here to see you, personally.

[ another piece of cake makes the journey up towards him. eat it, dammit, she'd gotten it just for you. ]

Or would you rather I take the rest of this over to Jim Moriarty's?

[ it doesn't hurt to poke a sore spot when you know you've found one. ]

[consulting]

[ john and jim. she knows where to press, and sherlock would say that witticism outloud if he was someone who was less weary about her commentary. he knows the implications of having emotions and he loathes it. he wants to wash away all his contempt for the spider with insecticide and he will never admit to her the quiet desperation he harbors when it comes to john's friendship.

he stares at her, and her cake and decides that no. he'd rather skip out on the foodie orgasm, thank you. ]

I'm flattered by your interest.

[ he answers dryly. ]

And tell him what exactly?

[herrin]

[ irene sighs, as if she'd been trying to feed him life-giving sustenance rather than a piece of cake, settling the plate and the fork carefully on the table, before leaning her head on her hand, moving a bit closer towards him. very well, mr. holmes, have no cake. all the better for her, she could observe him better this way.

still, her ever-present smile only widens at his question. ]

Oh, darling. Ever the innocent.

[ her tongue flicks out to catch a stray of imaginary chocolate at the corner of her lips, purposeful. ]

You don't honestly believe that we talk, do you? There are many other things a man and a woman can get up to that are infinitely more .. exciting. The talking comes after.