It feels like a very long time has passed since she last had tea, and the notion is irresistible. Irene tugs the brush through her hair a few times, working loose the tangles, before rising from the edge of the bed. She sets the brush down and collects her own mug of tea. Her fingers wrap around the mug, and the warmth reaches her palms a second later. It feels good and familiar, and for a moment Irene Adler stays that way, inhaling the heat and scent before taking a first sip. The tea is strong but it's good, and the realization that Sherlock made them both tea isn't lost on her.
Another sip of her tea and Irene steps away from the table, closer to him. The lamp casts them both in slight shadow, but she can still make out the angles of his face. Or maybe it's that she memorized his face long ago, either consciously or not.
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Date: 2020-09-09 02:25 am (UTC)It feels like a very long time has passed since she last had tea, and the notion is irresistible. Irene tugs the brush through her hair a few times, working loose the tangles, before rising from the edge of the bed. She sets the brush down and collects her own mug of tea. Her fingers wrap around the mug, and the warmth reaches her palms a second later. It feels good and familiar, and for a moment Irene Adler stays that way, inhaling the heat and scent before taking a first sip. The tea is strong but it's good, and the realization that Sherlock made them both tea isn't lost on her.
Another sip of her tea and Irene steps away from the table, closer to him. The lamp casts them both in slight shadow, but she can still make out the angles of his face. Or maybe it's that she memorized his face long ago, either consciously or not.
"Thank you. For coming for me."