#myrene

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Phaidei might be growing on me which means I need to decide... Phaidei, Phairene or OR hear me out, all of them. At once.

Phainon kisses Mydei, then he kisses Cyrene and THEN Cyrene and Mydei kiss. Im cooking

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[a-girl-with-headphones]

Imagine it was the elder Holmes who got on well with Irene Adler. “In his eyes she eclipses and predominates the whole of her sex. It was not that he felt any emotion akin to love for Irene Adler. All emotions, and that one particularly, were abhorrent to his cold, precise but admirably balanced mind. He was, I take it, the most perfect reasoning and observing machine that the world has seen.... And yet there was but one woman to him, and that woman was the late Irene Adler, of dubious and questionable memory.“ Arthur Conan Doyle

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A Sherlock Drabblethon!

The rules are simple, you write a response to the request I've made after the drabble below in a reblog. At the end of your response, you make your own request and then (hopefully) someone will answer.

Four simple rules:

Copy the request you are answering and paste it above your drabble.

If you are writing NC-17 fic, put it below a read more cut.

This is open to all ships.

Pimp the hell out of this thing; the more participants there are, the more fun there is to be had.

So, here's the first drabble and request!

For @cumbercougars

This was unusual for him. Oh, he needed to get it over with because, frankly everyone else was doing it, but when had he ever wanted to be among the baser ranks? He’s done well in his twenty-five years without having had intercourse, and normally he would let the awkward question be met with stony silence.

But sex was sex, and in politics, it was something you did behind closed doors, but it was something you did. And it was something he, currently, had never done.

He wasn’t nervous; know, he knew the basics and his more lewd co-workers had given him tips on how to please a woman, but he was insisting on going to a professional. Someone who was knowledgeable and well-priced but not expensive, not well publicized. And discrete. Very discrete.

The door opened up and he looked at the woman in front of him. She had to be in uni, but she looked distinguished in her stance and rather lovely in her lingere. Lace and silk and showing off a good figure. “I’m Irene,” she said, smiling slightly with dark red lips.

“I’m your client,” he said, not wanting to share names even though he knew full well she knew his.

Her smile widened. “Hello, Your Client,” she said. He found himself reluctantly cracking a slight grin at that. Perhaps this experience might be better than he had hoped...

Sherlock & character of choice (platonic or romantic), cake

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The Woman & The Iceberg

I ship Irene with Mycroft. I know, it’s rather unpopular, but can’t help it. I mean, c’mon, with her skills, and his power issues... perfect match! And a sexy one :)

[afteriwake]

Myrene, 1, sapphire

@strangelock221b picked Myrene, 1, sapphire for my 25th Anniversary Prompt-A-Thon, which gave me "'As the old adage says...'." I paired it with the prompt "Write about a concert" from the 30 Day Writing Challenge.

Layers - Two enemies enjoy a choral concert together. Or are they really enemies?

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“As the old adage says, keep your friends close but your enemies closer,” Mycroft said as he stood behind a woman in a stunning sapphire gown with jewels of the same hue dripping from her ears and throat.”

“Mycroft, must we be enemies?” Irene Adler said as she turned to face him. She was pouting, which he had to admit made her look even more attractive, and most women couldn’t pull that off.

“The last I heard, you were making a play for my brother.”

“And I failed. He’s got his mind stuck on someone here in London. My feminine wiles did nothing to impress him.”

“You must mean Dr. Hooper…” he murmured, and Irene looked intrigued. Damn. He should have kept his mouth shut. “You are to leave her alone.”

“Now Mycroft, whatever makes you think I want to go after him anymore? She can have him. I have my sights set...higher. Older. More mature.” She extended her hand. “Sit with me in my private box?”

He knew he should refuse, but as he had just told her: friends close, enemies closer. “Very well. But try anything and I’ll leave.”

“I suppose I can behave,” she said, her voice nearly a purr. He offered her his arm and she took it, and they made their way from the foyer to the upper levels of the opera house. She chatted a bit with people she passed, and he saw that only a few paled when they saw her. Perhaps the rumors were true, that she had retired from the secrets game.

The dominatrix game? That remained to be seen, and not by a Holmes.

Her box was one of the best at the Royal Albert Hall, with an unobstructed view of the stage and close enough to see with or without opera glasses. His own seats were one level higher so if nothing else, he would get a better view of the Royal Choral Society from here. She sat down, placing her small clutch under the seat, and he sat next to her.

“Now admit it, Mycroft. There are perks to being a friend of mine,” she said, giving him a small smile as she turned to face him. She place her hand on his knee and squeezed it gently, but made no move to remove her hand or move it anywhere else.

“I said if you tried anything…”

“I know what you’ll allow me to get away with. Nothing of a sexual nature, nothing of a sensual nature, nothing provocative…” She gave him a curious look, one he had trouble reading. “But comfort? It’s been a long time since I’ve seen an opera with someone.”

“I suppose, but you hand must be removed,” he said. She moved it away and he found himself offering her his own hand. She looked surprised, then took it, his larger hand engulfing her smaller one as the opera house lights dimmed and the show began.

When he went to the opera he usually went alone, or Anthea accompanied him if it was a show she wanted to see. But watching the opera with Irene was certainly an experience. She took in the music so vivaciously, feeling it with her entire body. Watching he was a lovely thing, almost as lovely as the performance on the stage.

When the performance was over, she let go of his hand and turned to him, a wide smile on her face. “I had a lovely time, Mycroft. I’d suggest that we have a drink at the Laurent-Perrier Champagne Bar, but that would be too intimate. But this was a lovely experience. Thank you.”

“I suppose...a drink wouldn’t hurt.”

“The look of surprise on her face was genuine. “Why Mycroft, I think we may be friends after all.” She stood up, as did he, and she took his again offered arm. “After you.”

He wasn’t sure why he was allowing her this extra time with him, but there was something beneath her surface that intrigued him. She was like a sweet onion, full of layers that should be peeled away to be revealed. And, perhaps, he could do that.

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