“I need to contact Sherlock Holmes and I'd like for you to make that happen.”
I can practically feel myself go pale. “Sherlock Holmes is dead.”
She tilts her head and raises an eyebrow at me. “Now, Molly, there's no need to be disingenuous. Not with me. When you've come back from the dead twice, you tend to notice the signs.”
Oh wow this was hot. Like woah excuse me while my pants fly out the window. Fem!Slash. BDSM. Irene goes looking for Sherlock and has to find... other ways to coax the information out of Molly. This was like the first Irene/Molly fic I ever read. Haven't looked back since. Maybe not a good starting point for first-timers though... Just read it, I can barely stop fanning myself to create a coherent review.










