Element ➳ Sherlock x Reader

PDA

We arrive at 221B and I invite Molly in. We end up chatting and having a cuppa, while Sherlock plays with my hair.

"So you two are actually official?" She asks, with a smirk.

"Yes." Sherlock says, continuing to play with my hair.

"That's so sweet, I remember Y/N used to hate your guts."She giggles.

"Yea, I did." I smile.

"But now...she's madly in love with me..." Sherlock whispers to Molly, but I still hear.

"Oh, shut up." I roll my eyes, as he smiles and kisses my cheek.

"When do you wanna go camping?" He asks.

"Did you ask Tom if he could go?" I ask.

"No, I told him to get his things ready because we're going tomorrow. He didn't have a choice." Sherlock says.

Me and Molly exchange glances and giggle.

"I'll go get my things ready then." She smiles, before standing up.

I show her out the door, and wave goodbye.

Sherlock shuts the door, and lifts me off my feet.

"What're you doing! Put me down!" I laugh.

"We must get our stuff ready." He says, staring at me intently as he carries me to our bedroom.

We begin to fill our backpacks with clothes.

"Sherlock have you seen my bra?" I ask, shuffling through my drawers.

"The one with the spots, the hearts, or the purple one?" He asks, folding his shirt.

"The purple one." I say.

"No. Did you lose it?" He asks.

"I think." I sigh.

"That was my favorite one..." He pouts quietly.

I continue to shuffle through my drawers and find it.

"Found it!" I say.

"Excellent." He beams.

"Wait, why do you care if I'm wearing that bra or not--Sherlock!" I scream, before I can finish.

"What?" He asks, quickly turning around.

"What the hell is that?!" I back away quickly, after seeing the strange insect on the wall.

"I think it's a house centipede..." Sherlock says, walking closer to it.

I hand him my slipper, and he takes it, keeping his eyes fixed on the insect.

He slams the slipper on the wall, but the insect quickly dodges it.

"Shit, why is it so fast?!" I panic.

"Don't worry Y/N, I got this." He reassures me, before slamming the slipper on the wall again, but getting it this time.

I'm not usually scared of bugs, but I don't do fast house insects.

Sherlock extends the slipper out for me to take.

"You can keep that..." I smile, trying not to look at the squished insect that was on it.

"Really? Thank you." He smiles excitedly. I bet he was gonna experiment on it or something, whatever as long it's dead.

I swear, if he brings that thing back to life...

Is that even possible?

He sets the slipper aside, and resumes his packing. He looks so relaxed as he folds his clothes neatly sliding them into his backpack. I watch him and smile, before resuming my packing as well.

After we finish, we go to the grocery store to get some food.

"What should we buy?" I ask, pushing the cart, as Sherlock glances around.

"Something easy. Something we can make." He says quickly.

Something instantly pops in my head.

"Your sandwiches!" I smile looking at him.

He flushes a light crimson color, and blinks at me, confusion present on his face.

"You liked them?" He asks.

"Of course." I stare into his eyes.

We have eye sex for a few minutes, before he wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me in for an embrace. I shut my eyes and rest my head on his shoulder.

"Thank you." He softly whispers.

"I would tackle you with kisses, but we're in public." I whisper back.

"I agree, we should avoid PDA..." He says, and we pull away.

We buy sandwich stuff, and other things that Sherlock insists won't attract bears.

A few people also ask for his autograph as well. He's more popular than I thought.