[Sherlock does try to keep his distance. He really does. But somehow, with all the water covering the earth, they seem to keep intersecting anyway. It's hardly his fault she can't seem to stop being interesting.

His breath hitches just as she anticipates when he feels her teeth, then her fingers, then more. Even through suddenly swimming thoughts, Sherlock can tell when Irene is using her tactics. She should know by now that they won't work so easily on him, even if he is practically biting his tongue now to prove himself clever.]

Funny. [Stop breathing so loudly, idiot--] You couldn't pay me to get to the altar, Irene. Nor I you.

[He still tries to loose his hands, but it's a futile effort.]

What did you do that you need this particular stash so badly?