Part 2

She made him wait so long that he was almost afraid that she'd changed her mind and wouldn't be coming back. He debated going to her room to see if she would be coming, but there was a very insistent part of him that wanted her in full control of the situation. She'd never been powerless in their relationship, they'd always been equals but, tonight, he wanted more for her. He wanted her to know, probably for the first time in her life, what it was to be entirely in charge romantically. And sexually.

So he waited, and wasn't disappointed.

She didn't even knock when she returned, entering as freely as if it had been her own room instead of his. She'd always knocked before, and he felt a little thrill at her just entering unannounced. She might have caught him naked, or doing something unspeakable. But, of course, she didn't. He was waiting for her, wearing a pair of Indian pyjamas she liked and, of course, he had their drinks waiting as instructed. She smiled as he handed her one, taking a long sip and resting a hand on his silk-clad chest. She was wearing a silk robe, tightly closed so that he couldn't see an inch of flesh, or even tell what she had on underneath.

"I like these," she informed him, fingers stroking over the silk covering his chest.

"I wore them for you."

She smiled at that. "I know."

He smiled, too, feeling unaccountably shy in her presence, almost as if it were their first time all over again. "And... how does that make you feel?"

"Good. Powerful. You'd do anything for me right now, wouldn't you?" she demanded breathlessly, resting a hand on the belt of her robe.

"Anything," he agreed, nodding eagerly.

"Good," she whispered, smiling shyly, but eagerly. "Then you may start with that thing you sometimes do with your mouth."

She untied her robe and let it flutter to the ground, revealing nothing at all underneath. And, his observant eyes noticed, she was already showing every sign of arousal; pert nipples: swollen folds, flush skin... He groaned softly at that, drinking her in with his eyes. She looked as if they'd been at play together for ages already.

"Oh, Helen..." he breathed, nodding and gesturing towards the bed.

"No. Not yet. I want you to... I've read that sometimes people make their partners kneel. You should kneel now..."

She was probably trying to appear uncompromising, but she looked so nervous as the words quickly jumbled out of her mouth that James almost laughed. But he controlled himself and obediently knelt, enjoying the game, this new experience he was sharing with her.

"Like this?" he asked, grinning and nodding encouragingly so she'd know that he didn't mind the act of submission. Somehow, kneeling at her feet as hers felt every bit as natural as hovering above her and making her his own had always felt in the past.

"Like that," she answered with a shy smile, giving a nod of her own. After a moment's mutual, hesitant silence, she rested a hand on top of his head and told him, voice almost firm, "You know what I want you to do."

"Of course," he agreed, wetting his lips and then leaning in to lap at her already-swollen folds.

She was so aroused that he couldn't help but wonder if she'd been in her own room 'abusing' herself, and the thought only fuelled his own desire. Or maybe it was the idea of taking control of their encounter that had done this to her, and that thought was even more exciting, that her mind alone could bring her body to this state. If it had... how utterly delicious tonight would be for her when he continued to utterly submit himself to her will...

She gasped as he kept going, his tongue working insistently on all her secret spots. It was not his favourite type of foreplay, but it was nice. He loved what it did to her, how her body reacted so strongly to the most minor stimulation, if only it was delivered in this way, with his mouth instead of his hands. And, of course, there was the knowledge that he was the only man who had ever paid her these attentions, made her feel those glorious sensations. That made the whole thing almost painfully exciting. He would do this for her any time. Had, in fact, once while she was working at her microscope. Simply sat on the floor, stuck his head under her skirt, and...

Tightening her hand in his hair as he carried her higher, she managed breathlessly, "Do you... like this? Me in charge?"

"I think I do," he mumbled between eager licks, nodding and smiling up at her.

"And do... do you like it for yourself? Being in charge?" she managed breathlessly, eyelids fluttering as his tongue kept moving for her.

"Mhmm," he mumbled against her warmth, nodding and imagining her playing the submissive lover instead of the eager, assertive one. It was not something he would wish for every time, not any more than he'd wish for her to be completely dominant every time but, as an occasional game, it had the potential to be very enjoyable. "Very much. Next time, yes?"

"Yes," she agreed, almost whining the word as his tongue flicked over her arousal. "James, please!"

It wasn't a command, but he treated it as one, not hesitating to lick, suck, and bite in all the ways that always drove her to swift, powerful orgasms. It hadn't been long that they'd been together, but he already knew her body well enough to know how to do this for her. Gasping and whimpering, she tightened her hands in his hair even more, tugging and actually pulling a bit out as it took her. Hips bucking against his face a bit, she panted and grunted, mumbling in encouragement and, after a moment, staggering.

"Oh!" she protested as she wobbled.

"Shh," he soothed, reaching up to steady her with his hands as his tongue continued its work, moving more gently now to help her fully enjoy the climax without its force overwhelming her.

Finally, moaning softly, she stopped him, pushing his face aside and bracing her shaking hands on his shoulders, swaying a bit despite his support, but remaining upright. "Oh, James," she breathed, wetting her lips and nodding eagerly.

He chuckled softly, lifting his face to beam up at her. "I think you liked that. I think I liked it, too!" he added with a laugh.

She smiled and gave a soft huff of laughter as well, then stared down at him with wide eyes and gasped softly, her fingers moving restlessly against his cheeks.

"You look like a different man," she whispered breathlessly, blushing and giggling nervously.

"Do I?" he challenged, wetting his lips. "You must feel so naughty right now, you sinful thing."

"I do!" she affirmed, nodding eagerly. "I... I like it."

"Mmm, you do naughty quite well," he purred, leering up at her. The view from down here was amazing, made her look even taller than she was, and showed her breasts off to stunning advantage. "I hope you'll continue being naughty, even after this is over."

"I think I very well may," she admitted, biting her lip and continuing to caress his face. "I've always wanted to seduce you in your office, at your books..."

"Then do so, by all means. Any time you like," he encouraged. "Surprise me with it." And, since she seemed to be enjoying the act of taking control tonight, he added, "Take me as your own, in the one place where I've always managed to resist pleasures of the flesh before this."

She groaned softly at that, wetting her lips and nodding eagerly. "Soon, when you least expect it."

"I can hardly wait. But, unless you want me to change and go to work in my office, you must have other things in mind, too, at the moment."

She cleared her throat, nodding slowly but not speaking.

"Do you like our game?" he inquired, studying her face.

Her smile sheepish, she nodded again. "Not that you're ever pushy, but I've never been... completely in charge before. I like it."

"So do I. It suits you, power. I've often thought so when I've seen you at our work, coolly giving orders and preventing even the most chaotic situations from spinning out of control. I'm honestly surprised at myself for never realizing before that you might also like a leadership role in the bedroom."

"I suppose one just doesn't think about women taking control, sexually," she answered, clearing her throat and staring down at him where he knelt. "It's certainly a bit unconventional."

"Very much so, but when have we ever been conventional?" he countered, smiling up at her.

"You do have something there," she laughed softly, shaking her head. "And I have noticed that you take perverse pleasure in violating societal norms. Is that why you like having me in charge?"

"I like it because it suits you," he told her. "The fact that it would horrify traditionalists everywhere is only icing on the cake."

"An honest answer," she said, clearly amused. "Could you imagine the look on Lestrade's face?"

"Dear Lord, I think the shock might kill him! Or simply confirm his worst suspicions about me..."

"Could you live with the boys at the Yard knowing you're a sexual deviant?" she asked, peering curiously down at him.

"They already suspect as much. Perhaps not the fact that I would kneel at a woman's feet for her pleasure, but many at least suspect me of sodomy," he admitted quietly. "Fortunately, I'm a skilful enough crime-solver for them to overlook it."

"You're not skilful," she told him, shaking her head. "You're the best there is. They know it, too. They'd forgive you almost anything, I think. Perhaps even your views on women."

"Well, I've never exactly kept any of my opinions to myself, so I'm relatively certain that they already know how I feel about your sex in general and you in particular. These things can't help their impression of my manliness, but I don't care about that. If I could, I'd tell the whole world how I feel about you."

She smiled at that, fingertips caressing his scalp for a moment before she spoke. "Stand up. I want you naked for me now."

Heart fluttering a bit with a sudden, almost-shy feeling, he climbed to his feet and started unbuttoning the pyjama shirt. "Going to have your wicked way with me now?"

"I plan to, yes," she answered, smiling at him with a slightly hungry look in her eyes. "I haven't been on top many times before, but I want to be now..."

He couldn't entirely stifle the groan that rose in his throat at her words, and he quickly slid the pyjama top off and pushed down his trousers, not wasting any more time.

"Perfect," she whispered, taking two steps back and just studying him with a speculative expression that made him shift a bit uneasily where he stood. She'd scrutinized his body before, at length and in detail, but never with that calculating expression, like she was plotting his fate.

He remained still, feeling somehow almost timid in the face of her examination. The room was almost too quiet without any conversation between them, and he realized he was trembling a bit under her scrutiny. He didn't know how she was doing this to him, and didn't care. She was all-powerful in this moment, in control of their game, and it was glorious.

Almost as if she had read his mind, as if he had telegraphed his acceptance of her dominance, she reacted, moving swiftly and decisively. She stepped forward, was so close he felt almost crowded by her, for the first time in their relationship. And then her hands were on his chest, pushing, propelling him back towards his bed.

"You're mine tonight," she growled, wetting her lips and shoving him hard back onto the mattress. "Mine."

"Yours," he gasped as he fell back onto the soft surface and stared up at her naked, aroused body. She looked so perfect, so strong. He'd managed to mostly ignore his erection until now, but his length stirred insistently as she stood over him, leering hungrily down at him. Seeing her wanting him so badly made his body ache with a desire akin to pure, raw need.

"You want me," she noted, dragging one fingertip slowly up the underside of his straining manhood with a smirk. "You want me to take you. To mount you, and have you, and make you mine," she breathed, clearly savouring each word.

"Yes," he whimpered, nodding quickly, and quivering under her teasing touch. "Yes, I do, Helen. I do. I want you to do all those things..."

"Good," she answered, climbing onto the bed and straddling his waist. "Because I fully intend to."

He nodded eagerly, chest heaving a bit. His arousal ached, pleasant fire begging to be tended and stoked before it was finally quenched. He gasped as she closed her fingers around his length, his eyelids fluttering as she gently stroked him, sending jolts of pleasure shooting through his entire body.

"Good boy," she whispered, hand stilling. "You like that. You're so desperate for more, aren't you? But you're letting me direct this."

He nodded quickly, swallowing hard. She was right. Part of him had wanted to just throw her down and climb on top, rutting with her until they were both satisfied. But that wasn't what this was about, either. He remembered the way she'd relished the idea of mounting him, taking him. Sometimes, he knew, it could feel very good to be had by the person you loved, and he wanted very much to be possessed by Helen Magnus tonight, to belong to her. To give her the satisfaction of taking him, and to feel the satisfaction of being taken...

Slowly, she lowered herself onto him, moaning softly and resting a hand on his chest, over his hammering heart. "You feel good," she managed, voice a bit shaky bit still somehow firm and confident.

"Oh, darling, so do you," he breathed, resting a hand on her stomach and savouring the sensation of being surrounded by her, lost inside her. "You're perfect..."

Her mouth curved into a sensual smile at that, and her tongue darted out to moisten her lips. "Perfect, hmm?" she purred, hips moving gently against his. "I thought James Watson didn't believe in perfection."

"He doesn't, except where you're concerned," he groaned, eyelids fluttering as pleasure washed over him, searing in its intensity but somehow still soothing in a way he couldn't describe.

He wanted her to continue all night, just like that. Not too hard, not too fast, not in any danger of ending things soon. Just a careful, steady pace that she seemed capable of maintaining for hours, and that he felt capable of bearing for just as long. He'd never minded holding back, giving her a chance to experience completion before he was spent. Tonight, he would restrain himself even more than usual, letting her take her pleasure before letting go himself. He wanted her to enjoy herself as she never had before.

"Touch me, James Watson," she directed, gently pushing his hand lower on her stomach. "Don't finish me, just touch me, like you always do at the start."

"This time you don't seem to need help getting started," he whispered, gently caressing her arousal and smiling at the warmth of the little organ under his fingertips.

"I don't need the help," she told him, drawing in a shaky breath, "but it feels good. I love the things you do to me, the way you make me feel."

He smiled and nodded, but pointed out, "Tonight you decide how we both feel. This is yours."

"Oh, James," she sighed, nodding and gifting him with a look of love and serenity that almost stole his breath away. "How I love you."

"And I you. Always," he murmured in answer, free hand reaching up to caress her beautiful face.

She smiled and kissed his hand, then bent and pressed her lips to his, nuzzling his cheeks. "Your skin is so smooth..."

"If you like it better this way, I'll shave every day for you," he promised, free hand sliding up and down her back as he continued tenderly stroking her arousal.

"Mmm, all right. But you must sometimes allow me to be the one to do the shaving. That felt wonderful," she told him, smiling against his lips.

"For me, too. I never realized a simple act of personal grooming could be so intimate."

"I was afraid I might accidentally hurt you at first. Then it just felt so good; I felt so powerful."

"I was entirely in your hands," he agreed. "That's a good place to be."

"It's a place I like having you. I'm so used to you being assured and... in control."

"One can't always be in control." He smiled and shrugged, nuzzling her beautiful face. "One doesn't always want to be. Have you never wanted to just... surrender?"

She made a soft, breathy noise at that, biting her lip and looking away. If her skin hadn't already been flush with pleasure and desire, he was sure she would have been blushing at the question.

"It's all right, my love. You can tell me. I won't mind, either way."

"I had a dream, shortly after we became lovers. You... made me yours entirely. You possessed me in ways I never even allowed John to," she whispered. "It felt good."

"Then we'll try that some time," he promised, pressing his lips to her cheek, then leaning up to kiss her forehead as well. "I don't mind giving myself over to a lover's will, but that doesn't mean I don't occasionally like taking charge myself."

"I... I didn't know it was possible to like both," she admitted.

"Well, don't you? You're certainly enjoying this, and you enjoyed those dreams you had. I think it's more normal than people know to like and crave many different things."

"Us, normal?" she laughed, taking his hands in hers and guiding them back to her bum. "How unexpected!"

"Shocking," he agreed with a chuckle, squeezing the firm muscles and groaning as her hips started to move again. "We'll have to do something unspeakable soon, lest we become too mundane."

"Mmm," she agreed, breath coming faster as she moved down firmly against him.

"Do you need help?" he offered, almost aching to touch her arousal again. He adored the feeling of strength it gave him to effect her so profoundly with such minor efforts. But tonight was not about his desires, so he waited for her answer and abided by her wishes.

"No, not yet," she panted, head falling back and body arching slightly forward. "I feel I might get there on my own."

"Oh, that would be delightful," he groaned, nodding and watching her eagerly.

He'd always helped in the past, whether she asked or not, so he didn't actually know if she could achieve a full orgasm without help. He supposed they were past due to find out, and Helen certainly seemed to be enjoying herself as if she might. For the first time in their relationship, she was moving entirely for herself, and it was intoxicating to watch.

The freedom of her! The sheer, wanton joy she was deriving...

"Oh, darling, yes," he moaned, nodding encouragingly, fingers digging into those impeccable glutes as he tried to spur her on without interfering. "Oh, if you could see what I see. Please," he panted, nodding harder and rocking desperately to meet her. "Don't stop. Don't ever stop being like this..."

She gasped and nodded, bracing her hands against his chest and breathing in broken gasps as her hips moved harder and faster against his.

"James! James!" she gasped, abruptly trembling, and clenching deliciously around him. "Oh, dear Lord, James!"

She actually laughed as she started to build, a delighted, almost-euphoric sound, faintly musical. Her nails dug into his chest, hard enough to break the skin, though not quite hard enough to bring blood to the surface. The truth was that she could have made him bleed and, at this moment in time, he wouldn't have cared, or even noticed. Watching her carry herself so high had brought him to the edge of release, too.

Somehow, in bed and out, they always seemed to stand on life's brinks together.

Her laughter dissolved into panted, whimpered sobs, and her head fell back as her hips slammed roughly against his. Panting and nodding eagerly, fighting the need to climax himself, he massaged her bum and watched eagerly for the moment when it overwhelmed her. Nor did he have to wait long.

Crying out happily, nails digging roughly into his chest, she climaxed around him in a flurry of movement, her muscles clenching around his aching arousal. Sobbing quietly and rapidly nodding, he reached between her legs, gently caressing her arousal until she pushed his hand away, her chest heaving as she beamed down at him.

"Lord, James," she moaned, giving him a loving, foggy smile. "That was amazing..."

"You were amazing," he answered, sighing with pleasure and rocking gently up into her still-rippling depths. "I love you like that, darling."

"Mmm, it felt so good, James," she murmured, wetting her lips and rocking slowly on top of him. "So powerful."

"I like you when you're powerful. It suits you."

"You said that already," she moaned, wetting her lips and smiling down at him.

"I must have meant it, then," he chuckled, breathless.

She giggled at that, bending and nuzzling his face. "You don't have to hold hack any longer, darling," she breathed, rocking with more force. "Let go for me."

"Helen, yes!" he panted, nodding and rocking urgently.

Laughing again, she kissed him deeply, hips moving hard and fast against his. Panting and pressing her cheek against his, she whimpered in his ear, murmuring encouragingly. Groaning softly, he closed his eyes and focused on the beautiful sensations she was making him feel. Freed from the need for self-restraint, pleasure built quickly, radiating out to encompass every millimetre of his trembling body. When everything built to an unbearable level, it exploded outwards, making his vision swim as waves of searing pleasure momentarily overwhelmed him.

It passed far too quickly, as it always did, and he was left to feel as if he was floating on a warm sea of languid contentment. Sighing happily, he slid his arms around her back, moaning softly and holding her loosely against his heaving chest.

Giving a happy sigh and continuing to rock gently, Helen nuzzled his face, pressing her lips to his cheek. "Oh, James, that was lovely..."

"Quite lovely," he agreed, lifting a hand to stroke her hair. "We must do it again soon."

She giggled at that, lifting her head enough to smile lazily down at him and finally stilling her hips. "You really are a sexual deviant. You're not supposed to enjoy a woman taking the dominant role, you silly man."

"And yet I did. I'm not sure I would with any other woman, but I did with you."

"Are you implying that I'm special?" she chuckled.

"You are," he told her. "I've always known that about you. I just wish you could see it about yourself."

"You're a foolish man, blinding by love," Helen informed him, simply, kissing his cheek. "But it's still gratifying that you think so."

"You'll eventually understand," he promised, nuzzling her cheek and dropping the subject.

With her drive and determination and passion, she would change the world some day. He fully believed that about her, and had long before meeting a future incarnation of Helen Magnus who obviously had helped shape world affairs. He wished this Helen, his Helen, could see her own importance, but it was a topic that made her uncomfortable, so one he did his best to skirt around.

"You won't always expect this of me, will you?" she asked shyly after a few minutes of mutual silence. "To be in charge?"

"I'll admit, it gave me a thrill when you told me you wanted me on my knees, but no. It's a good game, but it's not something I'd enjoy every time. Some day soon, I might like to dominate you entirely for a bit, too, and, needless to say, I quite enjoy when we come together as equals. I think that real equality will always be my favourite."

"Yes, mine, too." She smiled in agreement, nuzzling his cheek. Blushing a little, she admitted, "That said, what we did tonight felt very good, and we should do it again."

"Of course. Any time you wish, my love," he promised, planting a tender kiss to her lips. "You need only say the word. I will be yours to command. Just not every time."

"No, not every time," she agreed, kissing him with a smile. "I love you, James Watson."

"I love you, Helen Magnus," he answered, drawing a blanket over them both and snuggling close to the love of his life. "Will you stay the night?"

"Will you bring me breakfast in bed tomorrow?" she countered with an impish smile.

"Is that an order?" he teased.

"I think it might be, yes. James Watson, I want you to bring me breakfast in bed tomorrow, and feed it to me with your own hands."

He groaned softly at that, smiling and nodding. "Darling, I'd like nothing better."

"Good." Smiling and sighing happily, she closed her eyes and relaxed against him, resting her cheek lightly against his. "Your skin is so soft..."

"Now you know why I love touching you so much," he answered, closing his own eyes and tenderly caressing her back.

She slept quickly, and he lay comfortably listening to her slow, even breathing and reliving the encounter in his mind. He loved her strength, the confidence she'd eventually shown. Not that she'd ever been a reluctant lover, but there was an occasional shy reticence about her that he hoped tonight had banished. He looked forward to her being a more confident, more sexually open woman in the future. They would both reap the benefits of that and, together, enjoy the coming decades a great deal more than they otherwise might have.

Smiling at the thought, he focused on her breathing and let the familiar, steady sound lull him into a comfortable sleep.

The End