The Game Part 2

 

As Miss Morstan told her tale, Holmes watched not only her but also Watson. Watson was playing his part perfectly, making eye contact and flirting outrageously with the young woman. His body language and mannerisms made her blush. Holmes noticed how subtly she responded and despite the fact she appeared coy, she quite enjoyed Watsons attentions. 

 

This would indeed be interesting Holmes though. Not only did he have a case, but also he had the chance to observe Watson in a way that previously was not possible. For prior to this he had been a participant in the dance.

 

When the interview had concluded and Miss Morstan left, Watson watched her go, even commenting on what a lovely woman she was. Holmes smiled inwardly; the game it seemed truly was afoot!

 

As the case progressed Holmes began to notice a distinct change in Watson; he had gone from sombre and tense to almost jovial and quite relaxed.

 

This was a sign to Holmes that Watson was returning to himself, and that he was enjoying the game, he gave a self-satisfied snort. "I knew MY Watson would rise to this challenge"

 

Watson however was not so sure what this meant, he found himself drawn to Mary. She had a sweet gentle disposition, and he found himself feeling guilty. One evening in particular stood out in his mind.

Holmes had suggested that he take her home and he was all to happy comply and hailed a cab.  During the cab ride they chatted about many different things, sudden Mary reached for his hand and smiled sweetly "Doctor Watson, this may be inappropriate, but I just realised I have do not know your Christian name."  Watson smiled, she was beautiful, and her blonde hair caught the moonlight as it shone through the cab. "My name is John." 

She kissed his cheek as the cab came to a stop, "It's a pleasure to meet you John" and laughed.

 

"The pleasure is all mine my dear" He tipped his hat and was about to exit the cab to help her out but Mary held up a hand. "I'll be ok, Mr. Holmes is waiting for you, you best be on the way."

 

"Holmes. Uh yes. He will be" Watson waited until Mary had gone in, waved goodnight then ordered the cab back to Baker Street.

 

 

Holmes had let himself become engrossed in his thoughts, when he heard the door to the sitting room open and was quite surprised to see Watson.

 

"I hadn't expected you until later."

 

"What on earth gave you that idea Holmes?" Watson made his way to his desk.

 

"I thought you would be engaged with Miss Morstan.  This case IS indeed an interesting one don’t you think?”

 

 

Watson sat at his desk and slumped in the chair, he was exhausted, but he needed to speak with Holmes about Miss Morstan. There seemed no better time, "Holmes about the case… Well more about the game."

 

Holmes looked up with a wicked grin, "Yes? I can tell you are enjoying it."

 

Watson held up his hand and shook his head.

 "NO More Game Holmes. Mary is a wonderful woman, I do not wish to see her hurt."

 

Holmes looked at Watson as though he were seeing him for the first time. "Oh?” He half smiled.

 

“Holmes I am serious, she doesn’t deserve this” He searched Holmes face for any sign of compassion. He found none.

 

“One would almost think you had feelings for this woman" He sneered.

 

His accusations caught Watson off guard; it seemed to strike right to his heart. Was Holmes correct?  If this was the case what did it mean for them? Watson put the thoughts out of his mind, "Nonsence Holmes. Mary and I are simply friends. I feel she has been done a great disservice and we are helping her, that’s all there is too it."

 

Holmes eyed him suspiciously. "HA! Spoken like a true Gentleman! Who is it you try to convince?”

 

Watson shook his head, rose from his chair and began to walk away, “I’ve had enough Holmes, please no more of this game.”

 

 

"Very well Watson. I shall set another task for you then." He attempted to sound distracted.

 

Watson stopped in his tracks, he was quite tired and quiet annoyed, "NO Holmes! No more games, I am tried of having to prove myself worthy of your affections" He sighed deeply and continued on his way to his bedroom.

 

Holmes quickly moved in front of Watson. He pulled him into an embrace, moving his face to with in inches of Watsons ear quietly he whispered "Ah my dear Watson, there is none more worthy than you".

He began to nibble his ear and slowly made his way down Watsons neck. His mouth coming to rest over Watsons, gently teasing it with his tongue. Watson parted his lips in response. Holmes rough tongue now explored Wastes mouth, tasting and teasing him.

 

Watson moaned softly, he looked into Holmes eyes, oh his wonderful grey eyes, they could melt his heart with their dance of desire or freeze him with that cold stare of indifference. Remembering Holmes words earlier about the game and Miss Morstan he broke the embrace and with great difficulty.

"Remember Holmes she is my friend not your rival, above all others I LOVE YOU."  Then he passionately kissed him and headed off for bed.

 

 

Holmes stood at the sitting room door and watched Watson go. For the first time since they had become lovers Watson was refusing to go along with the game. Holmes was unsure what to make of it, but he felt uneasy.  The sooner this case was concluded the sooner Mary Morstan would be out of their lives.