Element ➳ Sherlock x Reader

Bear

"Get it Molly!" I cheer her.

She blushes furiously, as Sherlock raises an eyebrow at me.

"Err...n-no it wasn't...we weren't--um..." She stutters, looking down.

"You guys startled me." Tom smiles, placing a hand on the small of Molly's back.

"You two were kissing." Sherlock says.

"Surprised? You and Y/N do it all the time." Tom smirks.

"Well---" Sherlock tries to say, but I pull him in for a deep kiss.

His lips are sweet, and he joins in passionately. His cupids bow touching mine, his bottom lip trembling slightly. His lips are so hesitant when I catch them off guard. It's adorable.

"Let's not interrogate them...hm?" I whisper softly, after pulling away.

He nods slowly gazing into my eyes.

(And that, my readers, is how you do it *wink*)

We make our way back to our camp area and get ready for bed. It's awfully late.

"You have to tell me everything, Molly." I smile, when Molly and I get in our tent.

"It's...we're just friends." She tells me.

"Oh, I didn't know friends made out with each other like that." I raise a brow and smirk.

"Y/N..." She groans, rolling her eyes.

"Do you like him?" I ask.

"He's bloody Tom Hiddleston! Of course I like him!" She smiles shyly.

"Awwww!" I squeal.

"Don't you tell him anything, or it's gonna be your body at the morgue." She threatens.

"I'll get you two together." I wink, lying down in my sleeping bag.

"Y/N." She warns me.

"Fine...but no promises." I giggle.

"Y/N, I'm serious--" She tries to say, but I interrupt her.

"Molly, I know you like him and I just want to help you." I say sitting up and looking at her.

"That's not what I'm talking about, Y/N...look behind you..." She whispers, shuddering.

I look behind me and lift up the lantern to see the silhouette of a bear.

My eyes widen and I gasp.

Molly covers her mouth and sits at the corner of the tent.

"Kill it Y/N!" She tells me.

"What?! Molly this is a freaking bear!" I tell her.

"Yea...but you used to kill all the stuff back at home, remember?" She says.

"Maybe because those were insects and not bears!" I panic.

"Okay, okay...well don't panic. We should wake up Sherlock and Tom." She says.

"Good idea...they'll know what to do--" I am cut off by nearby screaming.

"Oh, god, what the hell! Why is it so big!" I hear Tom scream.

"RUN LOKI, RUN!" Sherlock yells.

Our tent opens and Sherlock comes inside with Tom.

Molly and I look at them strangely as they pant.

"There's...there's a...bear." Tom says, as Sherlock zips the tent back up.

"Yea, we know." I reply, crossing my arms, trying to formulate a plan.

"I don't want to die before the next season of Doctor Who..." Molly shudders.

"Me either." I sigh.

"Relax, we're not gonna die. Just wait for it to leave." Tom tries to reassure us.

"If it leaves." Sherlock comments, earning a glare from Tom.

"You're scaring Molly." Tom says, rubbing Molly's back soothingly, as they cuddle.

Sherlock rolls his eyes.

"We should try to formulate a plan while they...embrace." Sherlock says.

"Yea." I agree.

He closes his eyes and sets his hands in a praying position under his chin.

I mimic him, as I try to think.

The bear roars. It sounds very close to our tent.

"I need something else that'll help me think quicker..." Sherlock says quickly, looking around.

"Like what?" I ask, panicking.

"Oh, brilliant." He smiles, before crashing his lips onto my own.

What the hell is he doing? There's a bear!

Deepening the kiss, he runs his fingers through my hair roughly, messing it up, and my hands are gripping his silk nightshirt for support.

He pulls away slowly.

"Thank you, Y/N. I think I've got a plan now." He says softly, smiling sweetly.

I nod slowly and mouth "be careful" to him, before he exits the tent.

I catch my breath and run my hand through my hair, looking behind me, at Tom and Molly who were staring with expressions of surprise and miniscule confusion.

"He's always like that." I tell them casually.