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My friend and I are writing an RPG about what happened after Sherlock saved Irene in Pakistan.

He walked over to the bed and stood beside it, staring down at the calm form of Irene. She was lying on her stomach, her body only partly covered by the thin sheets. He was sure she was naked - again.

He stared at her, and went into his trance again. But this time, he was battling himself. He had been curious all night, and the kiss had made him wonder even more about the female body. Was it really as wonderful as men said it was? Was it so good that it made John hop from one girlfriend to the next every other month? What was so special about it?

His hand trembled slightly, as he had wanted to move his hand but decided not to on the last moment. But at the second attempt he reached out for her naked back, his fingers dragging over her soft, warm skin. He felt warm himself. Was that what John always talked about?

He continued to stroke her back lightly. A strand of hair hung past over her shoulder and he ran his fingers through it.

Could he do it? Could he just do it? What would it be like. What was she like?

'I-Irene?' he breathed as his heart beat quickened, hoping she would wake up. She needed to be awake now, or else he wouldn't know what it was like - what was so special about a woman's body.

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My friend and I are writing an RPG about what happened after Sherlock saved Irene in Pakistan.

He walked over to the bed and stood beside it, staring down at the calm form of Irene. She was lying on her stomach, her body only partly covered by the thin sheets. He was sure she was naked - again.

He stared at her, and went into his trance again. But this time, he was battling himself. He had been curious all night, and the kiss had made him wonder even more about the female body. Was it really as wonderful as men said it was? Was it so good that it made John hop from one girlfriend to the next every other month? What was so special about it?

His hand trembled slightly, as he had wanted to move his hand but decided not to on the last moment. But at the second attempt he reached out for her naked back, his fingers dragging over her soft, warm skin. He felt warm himself. Was that what John always talked about?

He continued to stroke her back lightly. A strand of hair hung past over her shoulder and he ran his fingers through it.

Could he do it? Could he just do it? What would it be like. What was she like?

'I-Irene?' he breathed as his heart beat quickened, hoping she would wake up. She needed to be awake now, or else he wouldn't know what it was like - what was so special about a woman's body.