Jealous? {John, Sherlock, Irene}

"As I am equally sure that she did plan it, despite not having called in advance." Sherlock tried to modulate his tone out of the growl it seemed to have taken on. "Her pain is surely not crippling, she could be troubled to stand. In any case, 'guest' is not the appropriate term for one who enters without permission, or so I've been informed."
John moved towards her again, a look of worry on his face.
Sherlock's hand stopped him, blocking his way.

John looked at the hand that blocked his way, it surprised him, he didn't think Sherlock would be that jealous of Irene, he just wanted to help her with her pain and Sherlock was acting like a jealous husband.
It was painful in a way John didn't want to think about.

But then he accused her not to be a guest, and John was confused again. "I don't know what the deal with you two is... but I thought this was a regular occurrence...?" he said, motioning to the bed, as if imagining Sherlock and Irene there.
God, he really didn't need the image.

"Well, If you count visiting each other unexpectedly on a irregular basis, you can say it's a regular occurrence." Irene smiled at the thought. Yeah, it happened some times now.
"And, no, Sherlock. Your deductions or thoughts are wrong. I did not plan this. You know injuries keep me from my work."

John looked at Sherlock then, surprised: "You sneak in her place as well?" he asked, probably picking up the wrong piece of information altogether.

He felt betrayed, he felt jealous, but he knew it was wrong of him.
Sherlock was his flatmate, he was his friend, he could do what he wanted with his personal life.

"Only the once." Sherlock replied, jaw tightening, "I needed some...advice... in her...area." He ignored Irene's widening smile from the bed and realized how that sounded. "For a case." He added.
He dropped his arm from in front of John--fully ready to put it back into place if he were to move again. "Besides, although I did not inform her prior to my visit, I hardly climbed in through a window. I had the common courtesy to use the door."

((Common courtesy. Oh Sherlock. What common courtesy, you have none of that in your BBC incarnation.))

John grimaced, anger pooling in his stomach for a moment: "Yes, I am sure you needed her," he hissed before he could keep himself in check. Damn.

He took in a deep breath and willed himself to sound as neutral as possible. "She clearly wanted to surprise you," he said and the rest of the words he said felt like they were forced out of his lips, "You are a lucky man."


((XDDD used the door, didn't mean he knocked XD))

"I did need her." Sherlock said. John sounded upset, and it was a toss-up what that was about. He was only telling the truth, cases were important enough that he would go to see others for help with them. Especially if they held the interest that the particular case he had visited the woman for had had. He paused, processing John's other comments. "I'm afraid I don't understand why her invading my space would make me lucky--oh!" His mind lit up, finding in its recesses the meaning that John sounded so bewilderingly bitter about. "We're not...we're not involved. No. No, we're not. That's. No." Was John jealous of him? Anger shot through him again. John was his...his best friend, whom he often had other...feelings about, and damned if he was going to give him up to a dominatrix who quite probably wasn't even interested past a fling.
Not only did John deserve better, Sherlock was extremely certain that he did not want John with any woman.

((Perhaps he kicked it in. Or used the back door, the side door, the garage door...))
((Am I doing OK for what you wanted?))

John looked at him in disbelief, he wondered if Sherlock would lie about something like that or he was supposed to trust him.
"You're not?" he asked at first, but he could not believe that Irene would sneak into his bedroom just because!

He was rather sure Sherlock was just messing with him, he probably deduced how jealous he was and wanted to tease him.
Well, it was working.
"You have her sneaking in your bedroom in the middle of the night and you are telling me you aren't involved?" he snapped, and paced back towards the window, closing it with a loud noise.
"Your sex life is none of my business, Sherlock, but I would like you not to bullshit me like that."


((Yes~~ You are doing perfect <3 I like how they are jealous of each other and misunderstanding it every time XD))

Sex...life?
John thought he was having intercourse with the woman?
Well, he wasn't. And, if he had anything to do with it, John wouldn't be either. Sherlock knew that he wasn't 'right' for John, but that didn't mean at all that the woman could have a go at him. He absolutely would not have John hurt like that, and additionally, he was not having their friendship ruined over John being jealous of him over the woman. The doctor held the position of being the only friend he'd had that lasted any length of time.
"I am not doing anything with her." He denied flatly, "She 'sneaked into my bedroom in the middle of the night', which is decidedly not my fault. I should not have to explain this, as I had nothing to do with it." He was so frustrated with the woman for subjecting him to this. "Furthermore, when have I ever...'bullshitted' you?"

((I like the misunderstanding. It's as though we're both dancing around it and not really touching it. xD))
((...what are we going to do with Irene? I'm not going to let you touch her, and I'm not going to touch her, so what's happening to her? XD))
((I PMed you, BTW. Lestrade gave us a case I just had a question. xD))

Irene was highly amused by her boys, twaddling about their sex lives and her involvement in them. The wound still hurt though.
"Boys, my wound is getting worse, if anyone is interested."

((just provoxating you into a decision ))

John was still rather unconvinced, and Sherlock's words didn't really reassure him. "Oh I don't know, maybe when you thought you drugged my coffee and convinced me to explore the military base alone?" he tried, still feeling rather irked about that one.

"Or when you sent me to the Chinese circus for my date and then turned up as well?" he added, crossing his arms over his chest.

He felt suddenly guilty when he heard Irene talking. "You're right. Sorry Irene," he looked at the detective again: "God, Sherlock, she need a bandage, and she needs to rest, let me help her, she can sleep in my bed if it bothers you so much that she's in yours!" he said, of course it implied he'd sleep on the couch, but he thought that was rather obvious.


((Er... Irene should maybe up and leave because she's annoyed? Or maybe she could close the two in the room and tell them to work it out ^^ it'd be nice if she helped them together or something o.O but it's up to Irene really, whatever she prefers ^^ she probably needs rest if she is hurt though >>))

Sleep in John's bed?
Oh, not a chance. If John had thought that would make it better, he was sorely mistaken. At least if the two of them were in Sherlock's room no inappropriate touching would take place. "I'd like a word, John." He grasped John firmly by the upper arm, spinning him around to speak in cutting whispers. "She is not to sleep in your bedroom, do you understand me? She will be leaving the premises at the earliest possible convenience or inconvenience."

((Well, Irene?))

John's eyebrow shot up when Sherlock grabbed him aside, he ducked his head to hear what the other was saying, and groaned.
"You can't possibly kick her out, she is not well, we have a responsibility towards her, Sherlock," he hissed back, and wondered why the detective was being such an ass.
Ah, wait, he was always an ass.

"I don't see what the problem is if she sleeps in my bed, you can go visit her there if you really can't control your urges. I will sleep on the couch," he muttered, still quite accusingly.


((I think she might have gone to bed >>))

"I. Couldn't. Care. Less. Seiously. All I desire is some rest. I don't care where I can lie down. You two go and work this out together. You are totally misunderstanding each other."
She was growing very tired of this. She needed rest now, or she would not be able to work for the next couple of days.

((SORRY! Iam typing this from my mobile phone, which just gone off. I had to plug it in charge again, but then all my typed atuff disappeared. Please don't mind my spellingfaults. It's all because of this rediculously small keyboard. And yes. I am going to bed now. In Holland it's 23.47 now. Too late for 16 year-old with plenty to do tomorrow Good night )

Sherlock struggled to not cuff John around the ears for his stupidity.
"Urges?" He managed, "Urges? Control my urges?" His hand tightened on John's arm--probably too hard for the other man's comfort. "I am not having sexual relations with Irene Adler, kindly nail that through your thick skull. She will not be sleeping in your bed, nor in mine, and I will not be doing anything at all with her."
"I. Couldn't. Care. Less." The woman's voice cut into their backs-turned whispering. Clearly she could hear them. It seemed that she would be staying here, at any rate. Seemed Sherlock couldn't do anything about that. He turned on his heel to look back at her.
"You can take a spot on the floor. In the living room." He snapped. There was no way John would dare try to do anything with her if she was there. But there was always the problem of her sneaking in to see him.
His mind whirled through ways to arrange sleeping.

((All right then. <3))

John looked at Sherlock's hand on his arm, and he finally registered the detective was adamant about his relationship with Irene. Fine, it's fine, he thought and took in a deep breath.
He really wanted to believe there was nothing between them anyway.

"No, Irene, you stay here. Sherlock will let you borrow his bed," he said and placed his hand on top of Sherlock on his arm. "And this is final," he warned him with a glare. "You Sherlock, can have my bed if you want," and he tried to pull him towards the door. They could keep arguing outside, without disturbing Irene.

Sherlock strode out into the hall with John, starting as the pulled party and ending as the party pulling. "John, I am going to lock my door." John was glaring up at him. "That is final. Nothing will be happening between you two."
John opened his mouth to retort.
"Nothing." He reinforced, a hand still gripping John's arm.

John was gaping, he couldn't believe the nerve Sherlock had to be so jealous of Irene!
"Oh yeah? And who is going to keep you away from her?" he hissed, only then realizing Sherlock was implying he was interested in Irene.

Was he serious?

"I sure hope nothing happens between me and Irene, I am not interested," he said, and slapped his arm away from Sherlock's grip.

"You can't possibly lock her in your room, she might need to use the loo eventually. You are a horrible host, Sherlock," he said, shaking his head. He couldn't believe they were having that conversation.

"John, I walked in to find her with her shirt pulled up and you touching her." Sherlock replied, "You cannot tell me that looks uninterested on your part. And for the last time, there is nothing needed to keep me away from her. I, for my part, am supremely uninterested in her or any woman."
He allowed John to wrench his arm away. How could the doctor be this jealous over the woman? He fervently hoped that nothing had actually happened between them. "My reasons for wanting you unattached to Irene Adler have absolutely nothing to do with any relationship you seem to think I have with her."
He paused again. "I am not, nor will I ever be, involved with her."
And it had best be the same with you.

Irene did not bother in interrupting their argument. They could easily clear this up without her. But when she heard Sherlock say this, she wondered
"Will you ever be involved with anybody?" she murmured.
Can't they just go and fight somewhere else? If they needed her for information (she would not likely give), then they could call upon her. But now, she only wanted to sleep.

John rolled his eyes: "I was checking her bruise, and then I was putting the healing gel on her, did you not see the First Aid kit?" he said, shaking his head.

"You really think I would try to get in her pants? Seriously?" he asked then, rather taken aback. "You are my best friend, I would never steal your woman. And I am not interested in her. I am not that desperate."

He frowned when Sherlock pointed out that he never wanted to be involved with her, it was odd, especially because it left quite a doubt in his mind.
"Why are you so jealous then?"

For the first time possibly in his entire life, Sherlock Holmes was rendered speechless. Does not compute, does not process...
Lost for words, he instead slammed John against the wall the two of them stood in front of and kissed him hard. He had to bend slightly to do it--which gave his prodigious brain plenty of time to list out reasons why this was a bad idea.
It was short--very short--Sherlock pulled away and growled, "She is not my woman."
Then he turned on his heel and stalked off towards the living room.

((Too fast, should I have waited? Tell me if you want to change it.))

((So. I guess that they are still in the bedroom? So Irene saw this too? Shall I comment or just sleep? :P))
((Not too early in my opinion ;))

Shock was what made John freeze under Sherlock's touch.
He vaguely felt the soft lips, he felt the dull pain on his shoulders when he hit the wall, but other than that he felt fixed in time and space.

This was not what he expected.
At all.

He blinked, licked his lips, and then he was following Sherlock to the living room.
"You are jealous of me?" he asked stupidly.
"I don't like her that way, Sherlock," he protested, but he felt that was definitely the wrong topic to talk about.

Why did you kiss me? Why?

Can you do it again?



((Well, I think Irene hasn't seen it, as it is outside the bedroom, but she might have heard the smootching and the bang against the wall XDD
Nah, not too early, they have been dancing around each other quite a bit already))

"That wasn't enough to convince you that I'm not after her, John?"
You. Bloody. Fool.
His face felt hot. He flopped down on the couch, as he had done many a time, but never under quite these circumstances.

((All right, just checking. Irene, if you want to stay in the thread, feel free to put up a running commentary on any noises you may hear or something like that. xDD It would amuse me. xD))