This story was written for the contest "About love", under the terms of which it was necessary to meet the 999 words. In this case, the name was taken into account. There are 999 words in this text. Enjoy reading.

That woman.

Based on the series "Sherlock".

The famous detective Sherlock Holmes killed a cat. In any case, it was not playing the violin, but chaotic fussing with a bow over the strings. Dr. John Watson, the detective's best friend, broke away from the laptop.

“Sherlock, please stop it.”

“I think, John,” Holmes said.

- You do not think, and torture fucking violin! And generally, you behave disgustingly. Break the heart of a girl who was able to solicit a declaration of love!

“Twice,” said the detective.

- What?

- Twice broke. You are right, John. I'm a damn selfish person, - Holmes ended this nightmare, and putting the instrument aside, he returned to his chair by the fireplace.

- No, you do not ...

Watson did not finish speaking, because he was interrupted by a sound imitating a female moan.

- What?! Again? - Watson stared at Holmes's mobile in bewilderment.

It was an SMS-ke sound alert, once delivered by one woman, Irene Adler, which Holmes never called by name.

- Come on, John. She constantly writes me. This means nothing.

- Oh yeah! Of course. You are a car! Yes DOMAINTA in love with you! Oh, if only I could get Mary back!

“She is dead, John.” Do not fuck yourself with illusions. Although...

Holmes for the first time at Watson read the message. And then he answered the dumb question of a friend:

“Usually she doesn't stop at one.” Sends and sends. But here ... Take a look.

Watson picked up the phone and read the text:

“Today is a wonderful day, isn't it, Mr. Holmes?” And so I stand at your door. Oh my God! Sherlock, she is here!

- Curious, yes? By the way, what holiday?

Looking at the detective with a reproach, Watson replied:

- Valentine's Day.

—?

- and? This is the day of all lovers!

- Is that so? I did not know that there is such a holiday.

- I can not stand it anymore, - poor Watson jumped to his feet.

In the room knocked conditional knock. Men choir said:

- Come in, Mrs. Hudson!

In the doorway, the head of their landlady appeared.

- Boys, I apologize, but it seems to me that there is some very noble and beautiful young lady standing under our house.

“Dominant,” said Holmes calmly, although the resulting glitter in the detective’s eyes did not escape Watson.

- She is? - marveled Mrs. Hudson.

“A woman who prefers to dominate sex,” Holmes explained.

“Don't you think, Mr. Know-All, that I don't know who is such a dominant?” I asked if she really was?

- Do not pay attention, Mrs. Hudson, - Watson tried to hush up the situation, - and finally let her in.

Mrs. Hudson left, chuckling good-bye.

- And he still turns up his nose. What could be better, dominant and great detective, the replica came from the corridor.

- Here! And Mrs. Hudson thinks so. I'm leaving, Sherlock. I will leave you alone.

“Why are you leaving, John?” Holmes asked, but Watson read a completely different question in his eyes.

- Yes, for a long time.

- What is “for a long time”? - did not understand Holmes.

“You wanted to ask,“ How am I going to leave? ” I answer - for a long time.

“But how ... Ah, dear John.” In vain I sometimes joke with you.

Throwing on his jacket, Watson opened the door and wanted to go out, but came across it. The fragrance of expensive perfume, or rather, the fragrance of an expensive woman seemed to knock out. Their eyes met.

- Oh, Dr. Watson! How are you? I heard ... In other matters, it doesn't matter. He is there?

“Yes, Miss Adler,” at the sight of this woman, Watson always had a lump in her throat.

- Wrong, doctor. Mrs. Norton Didn't Mr. Holmes tell you anything? In other matters, it is so like him.

Passing by the stunned doctor, the woman went inside the room and slammed the door behind her.

- What is required? - Holmes immediately rose from his chair at the sight of the dominant.

The woman was dressed in a long men's coat, fastened on all buttons, under which clothes could not be guessed at all.On the beautiful, chiseled legs chic shoes with high "heels", thanks to which they are almost the same height.

- It is surprising that your friend does not know that the other day you became our wedding witness to our husband.

- There is nothing surprising. Much more interesting is another.

- For example?

“Why are you wearing no clothes?”

- I have clothes on.

- Really?

The woman smiled, looking into the piercing eyes of a detective consultant.

- My husband is a lawyer and a respected man. He is far from stupid. But my God, compared to you ... How did you know?

- Cold. Being in a warm house and in warm weather you are buttoned ...

- Enough. Otherwise, I will experience a premature orgasm. I came on business.

- On what?

- It is a holiday today.

- So what?

- I want to do something. I want to admit.

- What? - Holmes gestured at the customer chair.

“In her feelings,” the woman ignored the invitation.

- What do I have to do with it? - Holmes laid his hands behind his back.

“You are my feelings,” the woman came up close to Holmes.

- Mrs ... Norton. You are a married woman.

- And that should stop me?

- I told John, a woman is an unpredictable thing.

“Mmm, how sexy,” the dominant bit down on her lower sponge, painted with bright scarlet lipstick. - A woman is a thing.

“On your part,” Holmes tensed.

A few inches separated them from each other.

- Then, at my place. If not for the stupid phone, would you fuck me?

Holmes swallowed.

- Prefer to abstain ...

- Oh, Sherlock! You are the password of my heart! You are the only man I want! And which dominant wants to obey!

Coat fell to the feet. The perfect naked body of a femme fatale. Velvet skin, like a magnet, attracted to itself. Hair, curled in black curls, fell on the chiseled shoulders, intoxicating with a magical smell.

- Combat outfit. Tomorrow I fly away, Sherlock. AT...

- Switzerland. I found out, Holmes answered hoarsely.

He stood as if under hypnosis. This woman was driving him crazy. And no matter how far he drove away the thoughts of her from himself, anyway, it would pop up before his eyes. Every day since their first meeting.

“And you, Sherlock, will not see me again.” Never. I beg you, take it! I beg.

This woman dug into the lips of a detective. And ... Holmes overwhelmed the senses. Hands hugged a perfect waist and responded with a kiss full of real passion.

Holmes woke up. And then he heard a woman sigh. The text read:

- “Farewell, Mr. Holmes. God sees, we are not destined to be together. Know, I for the first time with you lost my virginity. Spiritual. You fucked me morally. But I have physically deprived you. I am the only one who managed to subdue you. Yours forever ... ".

by Alex Almazov