"Don't be alarmed, it has nothing to do with sex…"

"Sex doesn't alarm me."

"How would you know?"

Those words had been burned into Sherlock's mind as he paced back and forth in his flat. Violin bow in one hand, he taped it against his shoulder.

John had left for the night to go out with a new female, leaving Sherlock with only his thoughts.

"Sex doesn't bother me…" Taking a swig from a glass, he swallowed the alcohol, making a bit of a sour face as it burned his throat. "Nope." Shaking his head, he tossed down the bow and sniffled a bit and flopped down in his chair. "What does Mycroft know?" Pinching the bridge of his nose, Sherlock growled softly. "Nothing, that's what…so what if I'm a virgin." His eyes squinted a bit, focusing on his almost empty glass.

"Sex doesn't bother me either." A feminine voice sounded from behind him. Immediately, Sherlock was up and staggering back in surprise. Normally he could tell when somebody was in the flat, but he had been so lost in thought he didn't hear the intruder come in.

"Irene…" Sherlock tried to regain his cool and calm composure, but with him jumping out of his skin at that moment had already washed it all away. "What do I own the pleasure?" He stepped back when the woman moved closer to him.

"I saw your little mate leave…and I thought we could have dinner tonight. You know, without being disturbed." Irene had a deviant smile on her face when she watched Sherlock bump into a wall. "Oh honey, don't look so frightened." In that moment, she was inches from him, then right up against him. "I thought things like this don't bother you?"

"T-They don't." Sherlock's head jerked back a bit when he felt her finger under his chin. "Not at all," He swallowed hard.

"Oh? Then you won't mind if I…do this." Nipping his lip, Irene pulled the tender skin. Her patronizing made his heart speed up.

"No, No!" Pushing her back, he walked to the other side of the room and put his hand to his forehead, trying to hide his burning red face. His stomach turned and twisted and this burning feeling filled his throat. He shook his head, swallowing hard once more. "Irene, I don't think this is a good Idea, maybe we could have dinner another time." The side of his jaw twitched, he didn't even turn to look at her as he talked.

"Oh, come on now Sherlock, you don't want to be a virgin for the rest of your life do you?" She snuck up behind him and rubbed his back, only to have him move away again.

"Who told you I was a virgin." He looked bitter now, though timorous.

"Oh Sherlock, you know how I like to pander." Her hand slipped into her coat pocket, retrieving a needle filled with an unknown liquid. "You are so tense, why don't you relax for once. Enjoy something." Again, she was behind him, this time she rested her head on his back before uncapping the needle, getting it ready.

"I'm not tense. I'm fine, perfectly and utterly fine." He had crossed his arms now, pouting.

"Then you won't mind if I do this…"

"Do what-"Sherlock was cut off by a horrible sting in his rear. A loud and deep gasp escaped his mouth as he turned around quickly.

"Don't worry, it's not as strong as the last one I gave you. This one is just to keep you compliant with me. Something to ease your nerves." She was smirking as he already started to stagger.

"You didn't…" Almost immediately be felt dizzy. Backing up quickly, he tripped over a pile of books and came down hard on the hard wood floor.

"Oh, poor baby," Straddling Sherlock, Irene leaned down and kissed his forehead, "you just let me do all the work." Her fingers were quick to unbutton his shirt. Wrenching it off, she was already feeling up his muscles. "What flawless skin you have." Bending over, she started to kiss down his collar bone and down his stomach before her lips landed on his belt.

"N-no…" Sherlock struggled, which was pointless since his wholly body felt heavy and slow. Trying to roll away she only pinned him harder.

"Shush, don't try and act like you don't want it. Maybe you wouldn't be such a grumpy face if you relived yourself once in a while." Pulling his belt off, then unbuttoning his pants, she felt his whole body tense under her. Looking into his eyes, she saw fear. He was blinking rapidly, and panting hard, not sure who to react. "Easy now…" She kissed his cheek oh so tenderly. "You make is seem like I'm going to hurt you." Sitting back up, she chuckled. "As tempting as that is, I'm not going to." Smiling when he looked at her, she winked at him.

"Please…" His voice was slurred, and he felt like half his face was numb. "Please…."

"Why…why are you so afraid?" Pulling off his trousers, then his boxers, she rubbed his inner thigh, making him tremble. "What about this is so frightening? Never have I met a man so distraught about sex." His fear was amusing her. Slipping off her coat, she revealed her own curved body. Those perfect arches, and that pale white skin made Sherlock's eyes widen. Struggling to keep his attention on her face, his eyes snapped down only a moment to look at her breast before returning to her face.

"Ah, so you still have the urge of a man, but you push it back. You can't be cold forever Mr. Holmes." Taking his hand, she placed it on her tender breast.

Soft. So soft. Sherlock thought, though his head was getting cloudy now. Feeling dizzy, he tilted his head back and whined. This was torture. It had to be. He wasn't in control, he couldn't read her, couldn't stop her. It was killing him. As soon as he felt her hand on his member, his head shot up and he gasped. Her fingers, so soft, so perfect as they wrapped around him.

"No!" He snapped and jarred forwards. Panicking, he cried out when she slapped him back down. This time his head cracked off the floor and he was dazed.

"Naughty, Naughty." She tsked him and waved a single finger in the air. "There is no escaping this dinner date." She clawed his chest, than licked at the red marks she had left. "Hold still now." She warned as she began to stroke him hard.

Sherlock withered under her, his hips lurched back; the simulation too much. Far too much. Suddenly feeling really hot, he bit his lip, trying to keep this distinct sound inside. But as soon as Irene squeezed a little harder, Sherlock gasped and let out a loud gasping groan. His pupils suddenly became as large as dinner plates. Oh this feeling, so good, he could feel something inside of him twisting, and it burned more and more till his face suddenly twisted.

"Oh no, no, no, not so fast." Irene suddenly released Sherlock, cutting his pleasure and climax off. "Cannot have you finishing off to fast, now do I? That's the trouble with you virgins. You all climax so easily." Poking his nose, playfully, she rubbed the sweat from his forehead. "Look at those eyes," pressing her forehead to his, she bit her lip and smiled. "Glossed over with lust." Biting his neck, she left teeth marks, enjoying his soft whimpers. "Alright, I guess I can stop teasing you now, it is so cruel of me. Are you ready to lose your virginity Mr. Holmes?"

"Irene, please…" He closed his eyes, feeling sleepy now.

"No, no sleeping." Slapping his face, she grabbed his member rather roughly, making him jerk up a bit and hiss. "That's better." Getting into position, she lowered herself onto Sherlock's throbbing shaft.

"Ah…Ah…" Sherlock's face twisted, his fingers curled along with his toes. "I-Irene…" is eyes snapped shut, and he inhaled a ragged breath as she lowered herself all the way down, engulfing his shaft completely.

"Oh God you feel fantastic." Irene mused, and shivered in delight. "Your size is just wonderful." Leaning forwards, she kissed him on the lips, than she started to rock her hips. Noticing Sherlock's eyebrows knit together, she knew he was trying to fight off the pleasure. "Stop fighting it. It won't do you any good." Feeling cruel, she tightened her muscles around him, sucking him in deeper. Upon seeing his gaping mouth, she smirked. "Better." Picking up her speed, she was already bouncing at a steady rhythm off of him. Every time she landed down on him he would hiss or gasp. But his flushed face proved he was enjoying it.

Irene tilted her head back as she picked up her speed, knotting her own fingers into Sherlock's curls, she let out a loud gasp of pleasure that was no different from the text ringtone she had given him on his cell phone.

Liquid seeped from Irene, and trickled down Sherlock's waist, but it wasn't long now that Sherlock would be adding his own soon. Feeling his stomach twisting again, he let out a loud gasp of pleasure. Not being able to hold back any more his hips jerked up into her.

"Oh~ Getting a little impatient now aren't we?" Stroking the side of his face she picked Sherlock up, now sitting in his lap, she had her arms around him to keep him from falling backwards. "let's make sure you get off perfectly." Forcing Sherlock to rest his head on her shoulder, she continued to bounce till she felt Sherlock's member twitching inside of her.

Sherlock had his arms around her, his fingers digging into her back as he squeezed his eyes shut. He was trembling hard now, feeling so close. His whole body was burning now, burning to the point he was going to lose his mind if he didn't release.

"Ah!~ I-Irene…I can't….God…" He was still drunkenly slurring his words, but she knew what he wanted.

"That's is Sherlock, go on, let it out." She whispered into his hear then slammed her waist down as hard as she could onto his own. The force of the blow sent Sherlock spinning. His eyes rolled back and he convulsed. Drowning in the orgasm, he cried out.

"That's it….good boy." Irene nuzzled the nape of his neck as she rode off her own orgasm. "You enjoy that." Feeling him relax after a moment, she laid him back down. If he wasn't completely tranquilized, he was now. His eyes were dull, as if he was lost in a trance now. The only sound to be heard from him was his labored breathing. "Rest now…though that tranquilizer was not as strong as the last, I heard you had an interesting reaction to it. Try not to stand up anytime soon okay." Getting a cloth, she began to clean him off and dressed him. "Let's get you to bed my sweet." Hauling Sherlock up, she brought him to his bedroom and threw him down on the bed. Tossing the blanket on him, she planted one last kiss on his forehead before going to the door.

"Till next the next time, Mr. Holmes. Maybe you won't need to be drugged." Laughing softly, she was off, vanishing like she always did.