Old shames

"Well, finally come crawling back to me, haven't you..."

"Sherlock... do you know this woman?" John asked, standing behind his friend.

"Go wait outside, John."

"Sherlock... this a brothel..."

"Outside..."

John exited in a huff and made for the street.

"Come to beg for forgiveness?" Irene Adler asked

"Five days ago, Emily Rothberg died in mysterious circumstances. Her desk contained your card. I want to know why."

"You sure you don't want to catch up? old times sake?" She asked, putting her hands on his shoulders and playing with his long, luscious black hair.

"How old are you now?" she asked him

"I'm 29." He said. "I;m her on strictly business..."

He tried to continue, but Irene had started running her fingers down his arms.

"I miss you, Sherlock." She said "I want you back."

She yanked up his dress

"And I think I'm not the only one..." she said, caressing his engorged penis through his panties.