Element ➳ Sherlock x Reader

Captain Holmes

The next morning, Tom and Molly arrive at 221B, with a minivan.

"Hello darling, how have you been?" Tom greets me with a smile.

I remember what that guy who pretended to be him had done to me, and quickly shake it off.

"I'm doing great." I smile widely.

He pats my head, before helping Molly load her things onto the van.

Molly blushes furiously and I can't help but giggle.

Once everything is almost loaded onto the van, I feel arms lock around my waist, and a chin on my shoulder.

"Are you ready? There are going to be tons of insects..." Sherlock teases, seductively in my ear.

"I've got bug spray..." I whisper, just as seductively.

"Really...?" He asks, his lips brushing my ear.

"Oh, yea...fast-acting insecticide..." I turn in his arms to face him, my lips touching his own as I speak, and a small smirk appears on his face.

"They're so weird..." I hear Molly comment quietly.

"They've always been like this." Tom whispers back to her.

"We can hear you two." Sherlock says, not taking his eyes off me.

Molly and Tom quickly contain giggles as they pretend they don't know what we're talking about.

We all get into the van and Sherlock begins driving.

"So where are we headed, Captain Holmes?" Tom asks Sherlock.

"Baskerville." Sherlock says darkly.

Molly shudders.

"Really?" Tom asks, raising a brow.

"No, just a camping area. Wouldn't want to disrupt the hound now would we?" He jokes.

I smile.

I had read about that case on John's blog, a while back.

Molly and I play some card games, and talk about the time she dated Jim Moriarty.

I was still oblivious as to who that was, because Sherlock would never tell me, so I asked her.

Consulting Criminal was all she told me.

I was quite surprised actually, because Molly has dated a lot of guys.

And when I say a lot...

I mean,

A lot.

It doesn't take that long to get to our camp site, and when we arrive we set our things up. There are a few other campers in the area, it's a very spacious lot with hundreds of trees surrounding it, so it's easy to get lost.

After that, Sherlock and I create the sandwiches, whilst Tom and Molly go explore. Hopefully they don't get lost.

As I'm slicing up some vegetables sloppily, Sherlock comes behind me and places his hands on top of my own helping me slice them more evenly.

"We want even slices, Y/N..." He says sofly.

"R-Right..." I stutter, trying to focus through my flushed cheeks. I should be used to him doing these things to me, but I'm not.

He pauses and chuckles, before kissing my cheek and letting go of me, leaving me in a flustered state.

When we finish, Molly and Tom still aren't back yet, so we wait a few minutes, but end up eating a few sandwiches without them.

It starts to get dark shortly afterwards.

"Sherlock, what if they got lost?" I ask.

"That's what I'm beginning to wonder. Get your backpack little sugar cube, we're going on a mission." He says, quickly standing up and grabbing his backpack.

"Yes, Captain Holmes." I say playfully, grabbing my backpack. He rolls his eyes at my nickname, and grabs my hand as we walk away from our camp site.