Element ➳ Sherlock x Reader

Define Proper?

The picture above cracks me up soo much WHYY SHERLOCK?!

But anyway,

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To the story~

We get a cab home and I hum all my favorite songs on the way there, annoying him. When we arrive, he tickles me into the flat, as punishment.

"Stop!" I giggle, running into the flat as he chases me.

"You need to learn your lesson." He says, slowly walking towards me.

I smile at him, backing away slowly, waiting for his attempt to strike me.

It takes him about 2 minutes to do so, and when he does I'm caught off guard.

I fall on the sofa and giggle vigorously as he continues. I hate being tickled, but when he does it; makes me giggle, which I don't understand. Usually, I'll scream and get angry when people tickle me, but with Sherlock it's different. Everything is different when I'm with him. Everything is better.

"Stop it, William!" I laugh.

He stops tickling me and stares intently at me. I just now notice that he's been on top of me the enire time.

I stare into his eyes as well, breathing heavily in my process of recovery to the indecent tickling I had to go through.

"Where did you get that name from?" He asks.

"Your mum always calls you that when she comes over and shows me your baby pictures." I breathe out.

He blinks multiple times. I can't tell if he's confused or flustered. Probably both.

"William Sherlock Scott Holmes." I say, grinning widely.

"Shut up." He smirks, before leaning in and kissing me.

It's been so long. I've missed his lips.

There's a vibration in the butt pocket of my pants, indicating a call from my phone, but I ignore it and wrap my arms around Sherlock's neck instead, passionately continuing to make out with him, as his arm slides under my shirt.

"This will tickle more..." He states, in a low, seducive tone, as my heart flutters.

My phone vibrates again, and he stops.

"It must be important...you should answer." He says quietly, not getting off me as he runs his hand through his hair, thinking of what to do next.

"Screw it." I sigh, before sitting up and crashing my lips onto his.

He places his hands on my waist, and leans in kissing parts of my neck, as I run my fingers through his curls and bite my bottom lip.

He slides his slender hands back under my shirt and stroke the sides of my waist.

We pull away slowly, and he stares into my eyes. I stare into his own, and smile.

"So...John says that we haven't had a proper date yet..." He tells me.

"Define proper." I say.

He smiles.

"I've though of every murder case we went on like it was a date. Each was brilliant and romantic." I smile back.

"Do you want to try something new, other than going on a case?" He asks, stroking my hair.

"I'm not going on a bloody roadtrip again with you, Loki--I mean Tom, or a hedgeho--John!" I whine, punching his arm.

"Alright, alright..." He chuckles.

"We should all go camping!" I squeal.

"The hedgehog won't be able to make it, neither will his spouse. They're expecting." Sherlock says.

"We can invite Tom, and Molly!" I say excitedly.

"Y/N!" Sherlock says in a scolding tone.

"What." I tilt my head in inquiry.

"I have two tents and Molly is a married woman, she can't just go off in a tent with Tom." Sherlock says.

"That's why we're separating the two tents based off gender, silly." I smile, ruffling his hair.

"What?" His voice cracks, and he quickly clears his throat to mask it.

"Sorry, but no sex in the wilderness Sherlock." I squint my eyes at him.

"How absurd." He flushes red.

"But anyway, I have to go tell my mum that she can disown me because I'm not gonna marry Tom." I say, standing up.

"Let me go with you this time." He says, satanding up with me.

"Are you sure?" I ask.

He nods and fixes the buttons on his purple shirt of sex.

I blush and smile.