Mel's POV
I walked back into the flat to find no one there. I guess John left and Sherlock was probably in a morgue or something. I sighed at the thought and collapsed on to the couch. I heard someone open the door. I opened my eyes to find Sherlock staring down at me.
"What do you want?" I asked him in a tired voice.
He said nothing, he just bent down and placed his lips on mine. I sat up and put my arms around his neck. I then fully stood up and he wrapped his arms around me. My fingers were tangled in his hair. He pulled me closer if that was even possible. He then deepened the kiss. He pulled away and I moaned in frustration.
"Do you mean it? Do you really love me?" He asked.
"Of course I do. I love you Sherlock." I said pecking him on the lips. "The question is do you love me back?"
"Yes. I do." He answered pulling me into a kiss again.
I wrapped my arms around his neck then I slowly ran my fingers through his hair. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I was amazed by how good a kisser he was. He bit my bottom lip asking for entrance. I let him in and our tongues mingled. He ran his fingers down my back which sent shivers down my spine. I pulled away breathless.
"I love you." I whispered.
"I love you too." He whispered back.
"Do you think I was over reacting when John punched you?" I asked him. For some reason my legs were still wrapped around him.
"No of course not. You stood up for what you believe in. And you stood up for us." That made me smile.
I un-wrapped my legs and he let me down. I pecked him on the lips one more time before collapsing back on to the couch. He tapped my legs. I lifted them up and he sat down and put my legs back.
"Where were you?" I asked suddenly.
"I was at the morgue." He replied.
"Thought so." I sighed.
He looked at me smiling.
"Do you know where John is?" I asked.
"He went to his girlfriend's house for the night."
"Interesting. So we have the whole flat to ourselves?" I asked while sitting up.
"I guess we do." He saw where I was going with this and bet me to it.
He started to kiss me passionately. I leaned over him slightly and smiled into the kiss. We stood up never breaking the kiss. He picked me up again and I wrapped my legs around him again. He carried me to his bedroom. He laid me down on the bed. And after that it was history.
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I Believe In Sherlock Holmes
FanfictionI DO NOT OWN ANY BBC CHARACTERS ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO BBC EXCEPT FOR MY CHARACTERS THEY BELONG TO ME. Melissa Watson is moving to London, and while she's looking for a flat of her own she stay's with her brother and his flat mate. Her brother is Jo...