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The Adventure of the Exceptional Girl	By : Lianne Category: Titles in the Public Domain > Sherlock Holmes > Het Views: 6830 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work fiction, based on the Sherlock Holmes series by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

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- 1-The Adventure of the Exceptional Girl
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Author's Notes: This is my first Sherlock Holmes story (at least that I've written), and I hope someone finds it enjoyable. Of course, Sherlock Holmes, Dr. Watson, Mrs. Hudson and any other characters or major canon elements herein belong to the great mind, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and whoever else now owns rights. I'm a devoted fan of Holmes, and tried to remain somewhat within character, bending a few rules. Please review. I'm not yet sure if I should continue the story. Enjoy! ~Lucifera Black p.s. sorry, the format isn't the best.

The Adventure of the Exceptional Girl It was a grey sky, spitting rain outside the window of 221 B, Baker Street. Sherlock Holmes stood observing the droplets and the people scurrying across the streets as he smoked his beloved pipe. Holmes' faithful friend, Dr. Watson, sat on the sofa scanning the morning newspaper as always, glancing up at Holmes every so often to see how long he would stand there motionless. Even with a gentle rap on the door, Holmes did not move. Watson was about to answer it when the unconditionally dutiful maid and landlady, Mrs. Hudson, intruded.
"Would you like me to take your tea and dishes yet, Mr. Holmes?" Asked Mrs. Hudson.
"Goodbye, Mrs. Hudson!" Exclaimed Holmes without turning around.
Watson looked at Mrs. Hudson apologetically as she huffed in frustration and left the room.
"Really, Holmes…" Watson said.
"There is no reason for her to be a nuisance, Watson!" Said Holmes.
Holmes kept his post at the window for at least another twenty minutes, meanwhile Watson nearly nodded off, face in paper.
Holmes observed a young, very attractive girl, no more than twenty years of age, walking across the street cautiously, heading toward the apartment. If Watson were at the window, he would have announced that there was a very pretty girl coming, but Holmes just watched her without reaction, trying to imagine what reason she may have for visiting him.
"What could a young girl such as this be so troubled with that she may hire my services!" Holmes abruptly said out loud.
At this, Watson was startled awake.
"What is it, old man?" He asked.
"I'm tired of being asked to find kittens and go hunting for little girls' lost jewellery, Watson!" Said Holmes.
Watson was at a loss as to what brought this outburst on, when Mrs. Hudson interrupted a second time.
"Sir, there's a young woman to see you." She stated.
"Has she no card? No name?" Holmes inquired rudely.
"I'm afraid she hasn't got a card, sir, but her name is Annie Stratton." Mrs. Hudson replied.
"Show her in." Sighed Holmes.
Shortly after, the girl walked in, slightly nervous and lightly sprinkled with rain.
"Good afternoon" Said Watson, slightly taken aback by her brilliant eyes and casual, even revealing, dress.
"Good afternoon. I'm Annie Stratton. Are you Mr. Sherlock Holmes?" She asked Watson nervously.
"I'm afraid not." Said Watson, then he gestured to the man at the window.
Annie walked slowly closer to Holmes, taking in his gaunt stature and porcelain, aquiline features. She instantly found him physically attractive, which was then added to how attractive she found his mind.
As She neared, Holmes caught the scent of rain and apple talcum powder. He found it vaguely pleasant.
"Excuse me, Mr. Holmes. May I have a word?" She asked.
He finally turned and faced her, staring into her eyes.
"State your case." He said bluntly.
"Well, I'm not so sure I have one." She said, looking very worried.
"Well then you have no business here." Said Holmes.
"Come now, Holmes, at least let her say why she is here." Interrupted Watson. Annie fidgeted. "Have a seat." Said Watson.
Annie strolled over to the sofa and sat, still looking extremely nervous. Holmes gestured for her to speak.
"Well, I'm actually here to offer my services to you, Mr. Holmes." She blurted out.
"Hmph!" Uttered Holmes.
Watson stared, amazed at what she had just said. Blushing, she tried to elaborate— although she wouldn't have minded offering those types of services to Holmes. "Let me explain," She said, while Holmes took on an amused expression, almost patronizing, "I'm looking to be hired as an apprentice."
"Apprentice!" Said Holmes.
"Well, if that were agreeable. If not, I'd be satisfied with making tea, polishing shoes or stoking the fire. Anything you want, Mr. Holmes, I'll do it." She pleaded. Holmes studied her a moment, noting her brilliant green eyes, her dark blonde hair, her lips, which were parted in anticipation. What he didn't expect to notice was how low her dress was cut, and how her rain-wet skin was reflective as she took quick, nervous breaths, not to mention how her shapely legs were slightly and innocently parted in absentmindedness. Holmes scorned himself mentally and looked away, lighting his pipe.
"I'm afraid my friend Watson here is the only one I allow to loiter in my home, Miss Stratton." He said, trying to sound as firm as he did when he hadn't been taken aback by her beauty.
"I must protest, Mr. Holmes," Annie said bravely, "I wouldn't be loitering. I would be working, doing odd jobs and, and…observing your brilliant mind at work!" Watson smiled as he watched the girl confess her worship of Holmes.
"Holmes, it's clear she really wants to work here. I'm sure we can find something for her to do. Perhaps she could help Mrs. Hudson?" Offered Watson.
"Mrs. Hudson is a nuisance already, Watson, we don't need two." Said Holmes. "Please, Mr. Holmes?" Asked the girl.
Annie waited for his answer, but was only startled when he yelled downstairs. "Mrs. Hudson!! Get this girl some tea, she'll be staying…this pot is cold and rancid!" Exclaimed Holmes.
Annie didn't know whether that meant she was staying for tea, or staying permanently. She looked at Watson, who assured her it meant she could stay on and work. As Holmes disappeared into his small bedroom, Watson gave the girl more assurance.
"I think, Miss Stratton, you really softened him up." He said with a smile.
"Oh thank you, Mr. Watson!" Annie said as she shook Watson's hand fervently. Without thinking, she then ran into Holmes' room to thank him. He had just finished buttoning a new shirt when she burst in, and she blushed. "I'm sorry, Mr. Holmes, I just wanted to thank you."
"Alright, alright."
"I'm so happy I could hug you, sir!" She said.
Before he could restrain her from doing so, Annie ran up and squeezed him, for a bit longer than was socially acceptable. Holmes relaxed only a little, hovering his arms near her back as he felt her breasts press against him. Annie didn't want to let go of him just yet, but decided it would be best not to terrify him. And so, she began to pull away, and realized with pleasure that he was actually holding her in return, and was reluctant to let go. She felt his long fingers trail gently along her bare shoulders as she took a small step back. The sensation actually caused her to shiver.
"It's a bit…cool in here, sir. Do you mind if I use a towel to dry off?" She asked.
"There's one on the rung there."
"Thank you, sir."
Holmes quickly left his room, throwing on his suit jacket. "Dr. Watson and I are going out. I shall see you in two hours. Mrs. Hudson will find you some clothes or something." Shouted Holmes on the way out. Watson was surprised, as he had no idea where they were going.
Annie dried off with the towel in Holmes' bedroom, standing in front of the mirror wistfully. She was so thankful for being able to watch her mentor at work. She was too young, and, well, too female to be taken seriously in any matters of justice and deduction, so this was the closest she could get. She worshipped Sherlock Holmes, and especially now that she found him physically attractive, she would do anything to be near him, including housework.
Mrs. Hudson brought up tea for one, and left Annie to become familiar with the place. Annie was tired and cozy with her tea by the fireplace, and decided to change into her nightdress. She realized she didn't have one, so she left her slip on, curled up on the sofa and started to nod off.
~*~
The door opened and Holmes entered. Watson had left him to deal with the new "nuisance" on his own. It was very quiet. He heard the fire still crackling, and soft breathing. Walking round to the other side of the sofa, he saw Annie somewhat sprawled in a slip, sleeping. He sat in the chair opposite the sofa, lit his pipe and sat smoking, watching the girl sleep. Her dark blonde hair was down, her body relaxed, and her slip more than a little revealing. Holmes was perplexed. Why did he trust her? Why did he have the urge to take her to his own bed?
Annie turned onto her back, lifting her leg and sighing. Holmes thought it was some sort of cheap trick, even deliberate torture, but she was clearly asleep. He looked over her beautiful body—which had now been further revealed—as he smoked. He started from his chair and into his bedroom, where he looked for blankets he could throw over the girl. His search was fruitless. He decided she would be warm enough by the fire, and got undressed and into his bed. Holmes laid thinking on top of the covers for some time, when suddenly he saw the silhouette of Annie come into his room. He stayed very still, observing what she would do next. He expected her to rifle through drawers and steal something, but she strolled over quietly to his bed. She gently sat next to Holmes and watched him. She thought he was asleep, and hazarded to touch him. Annie found it very difficult to control herself at times, and so she slid her hand gently down his chest, to his stomach, then she felt that he was already somewhat hard. Annie looked up quickly. Holmes swiftly grabbed her wrist and stopped her from running off. "What are you meaning to do, girl?" He asked, somewhat embarrassed and agitated.
"I…I'm so sorry, Mr. Holmes. I just…" She nearly burst into tears.
"Calm yourself." He said firmly.
Holmes sat up in bed and put his hands on Annie's shoulders.
"The reason I came here, Mr. Holmes, was to be near you and watch you work, because I think you're absolutely the most brilliant, attractive man in Europe! I admire you so much, and…" She blurted.
"Miss Stratton."
"Annie…" She suggested.
"Annie…You are probably half my age, and I am a man of logic and science! Married to my work! I can't possibly offer you what you want or need."
"But…I'm in love with you." Annie said quietly.
"You can't possibly be. It would hardly do." He said.
Annie got up enough courage to climb onto the bed fully and slowly pushed him down. Holmes was quite overwhelmed by her actions, especially she being very attractive, bright, needy, and in a small slip. He never expected he would be influenced in this manner, but nevertheless, he was on his back under this beautiful girl as she parted her legs and straddled him. Annie lowered herself and pressed against his body passionately. "Annie…" Holmes sighed.
But she didn't stop. He found it quite impossible to resist her for some reason—actually, he thought, reason had nothing to do with it—and felt himself arching up to press himself against her. She felt how hard he was, and the sensation nearly made her faint. "Oh…Mr. Holmes…" She moaned. Feeling Annie rock her hips against him and slide along his cock with her most sensitive part was almost too much for him. She just kept slipping and sliding, enjoying the feeling of his hard cock on her clit. His pre-cum made it possible for her to slide up and down faster. Holmes was to the point of coming when Annie ceased sliding and arched up and away from him as she had her first orgasm. She whined as it washed over her in waves. She started to come down from the rush, and didn't want it to end, so she held his cock and pushed it inside her. Holmes moaned heavily at this, and took hold of her hips. She was pleasantly surprised by how hard and long he was. Holmes could no longer remain passive. He had to push himself in and out of her hot body urgently. He went harder and more roughly, and she was quite surprised. "Ooh I like it when you do that, Mr. Holmes!" She exclaimed.
"Oh Annie…"
Annie was so aroused that she started coming as he plunged into her roughly. Holmes felt the warmth and wetness of her excitement and was beyond pleased. Annie's warmth convulsed around him as he drove himself deeper. Holmes was a little shocked at how loud the girl was moaning, but he thought it was beautiful, especially since he brought her to such pleasure without really knowing he could. As she leaned back and pushed down on him really firmly, Holmes found himself spurting inside her heavily. Annie didn't want to part from him, but she wanted to lie down beside him to rest, as she thought she might have fainted. Holmes sighed as she rested against his arm, and was once again lost in thought. Instead of being consumed by thoughts of cases and facts as usual, his mind was full of new memories of making love to Miss Annie Stratton. He then got an unusual idea.
Annie laid with her eyes softly closed, breathing deeply, coming down from her arousal. She suddenly felt, however, that Holmes was trailing his long, sensitive fingers up her thigh. She smiled and moaned quietly in approval. His fingers traced the contours of her tender parts, as a blind man might try to memorize a face. Annie took such pleasure in being caressed by the man she adored that she automatically parted her legs for him. Her leg rubbed against his as she responded to his touch, and Holmes noticed that she became wet again very quickly. He continued to caress Annie tentatively until she started breathing heavily and writhing under his hand.
"Do you enjoy that?" Holmes asked quietly.
"Oh yes…" Annie replied breathily.
Holmes got another sudden idea, and he positioned himself between her legs, and began kissing her where his hand had just been.
"Oh sir!" She said, smiling. He thought it was amusing how she used formalities in such an intimate act. Holmes slid his tongue up and down, slowly at first, then more firmly and quickly as he monitored her need from the rate of her breathing. Annie arched her back and squealed with pleasure and excitement. Holmes was again surprised by how loud she was. He could guess how Mrs. Hudson would look at him in the morning, and it was not good.
"Mr. Holmes, I did not expect this from you! But it was so wonderful…" Annie said through a wide grin.
"Miss Stratton, I did not expect this from myself, nor you for that matter, but yes…it was enjoyable." Said Holmes, with a mischievous grin and an air of aloofness. Annie sighed and curled up next to Holmes under the blankets in his small bed.
~*~
The sun timidly peered through the curtains of Sherlock Holmes' Baker Street apartment. Holmes knew that Watson would be calling again today sometime, probably around lunch, as he conveniently did so often. He would be stubborn to admit or show to Watson how he had just fallen for a girl so easily, but he figured it would come out whether he liked it or not. Either Watson would detect something amiss in his behaviour, or young Annie would let something slip. A knock at the door.
"Ah Watson, you're early." Holmes said quietly as he sprang out of bed. He answered the door to find Watson followed eagerly by Mrs. Hudson. Holmes turned away from the intruders and went to light his pipe.
"So, where is Miss Stratton?" Asked Watson, a little too innocently.
"In my bedroom." Holmes said flatly.
Watson smiled in disbelief. "What, in your bed, Holmes?" He asked.
"Correct."
"Why, you surprise me old man!" Said Watson with a slight laugh.
"Ah my dear Watson, you never cease to amaze me with your amazement!" Holmes said.
"Oh Mr. Holmes!" Scorned Mrs. Hudson, appalled by his behaviour.
"Mrs. Hudson, would you fetch some breakfast?" Holmes said, smiling.
Mrs. Hudson huffed and puffed and went downstairs to fix something to eat. Holmes puffed his pipe by the window and Watson took a seat at the small Victorian table.
"So Holmes," Watson started.
"Come now, Watson! I can tolerate your habit of romanticizing my case notes, but asking me to romanticize is quite unacceptable." Holmes exclaimed.
"I was merely going to ask if we had any work to do today." Watson said.
"Not as such, no." Answered Holmes.
Watson was somewhat disappointed. He had learned to get as excited about cases as Holmes himself.
"Ah. Good morning!" Holmes shouted.
Annie emerged from the bedroom wearing an old housecoat, looking very happy. Watson stood.
"Good morning, Miss Stratton." Said Watson politely.
"Good morning, to you both." Annie smiled.
"Pray sit. Breakfast will be up shortly." Holmes suggested.
Annie sat next to Watson, staring up at Holmes with such large, adoring eyes; Watson couldn't help but smile inwardly.
"Well, Miss Stratton," Watson said.
"Please, call me Annie." Annie interrupted.
"Annie. Do you have anything planned? Perhaps it would be of interest to you to read some of our case notes." Said Watson.
"I'd love to. I think it would be of great interest!" Said Annie.
Holmes stood smoking silently. Then came a knock. Mrs. Hudson entered with a tray.
"Don't mean to interrupt, Mr. Holmes, but you did send for breakfast?" Asked Mrs. Hudson.
"Of course." Said he. Mrs. Hudson put down the tray and unloaded the toast, teapot, sugar bowl, creamer and silverware, piece by piece.
"Thank you, Mrs. Hudson, that will do." Said Holmes. Mrs. Hudson hurriedly placed the rest of the items on the table and left.
"Much appreciated!" Holmes yelled as she walked downstairs.
Annie looked at Holmes peculiarly, then smiled. She found his behaviour quite odd, but thought everything he did was somehow endearing. Watson and Annie made small talk about the news, weather, breakfast, and Annie's interest in deduction.
"Well, I just really enjoy observing every little thing in every situation. And I could never normally get a job in which my passion would be of any use. I had been following Mr. Holmes' cases and methods for years now, and I thought that if I could meet him or work with him, I would be absolutely happy. Young women are not much into detective work, and if Mr. Holmes hadn't agreed to take me in, there would be nothing for me to do but become a maid, I suppose." Said Annie.
"Yes, I'm afraid there aren't too many women in this business." Said Watson. "There may be a reason for that," said Holmes, "but Annie here may just be an exception…"
"I thought you never made exceptions, Holmes." Said Watson with a smile. "Quite so." Said Holmes, as he absentmindedly watched the morning paperboy set up his stand, and the coaches begin to glide through the streets.

More Author's Notes: This is the end of chapter 1 and I'd like some feedback on something in particular. Obviously this is an intro, and so I haven't got much plot laid out yet, but i had some ideas for an actual storyline. I'd like to know whether this is not enough plot or way out of character and if it's decent. I was thinking of rearranging it so that it's plot first, sex later, so as to better suit Holmes' personality and allow time to get to know the characters more. Should I go ahead and rearrange? ~Lucifera Black
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