Pin Drop (Sherlock x Reader)

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I splashed some of the warm water onto my face and sighed leaning my back against the ceramic tub. The water remained warm hours after I had slipped into it. My ribs were turned a darker purple and my bloody hand had since started to scab over.

The room had pieces of broken mirror all over the floor and I moved the shower curtain to get a good look at the mess I had created. It was probably my best work yet. Thousands of tiny pieces of glass littered the ground. droplets of blood mixed in every now and again. The part of the mirror that was still attached to the wall had an indent from my fist in it.

I sighed as I felt the water began to cool down. I released the drain and groaned when I realized that there was no towel in the room. No matter I would give Sherlock a show. Maybe then he would just push me out the front door. At least that is what I was hoping for. I dried off the to best of my ability in the bathroom with the hand towel and clutched it in my hands as I opened the door.

I didn't hear anything in the living room so he was either in his bedroom, the kitchen, or out. I took a deep breath and walked out of the room closing the door behind me. It would be a fun game to see who would find that. I looked to the bedroom door. It was shut which I definitely didn't think I did. I walked towards it putting a little sway in my step.

I turned the handle and was met with a shirtless Sherlock. He smirked and I strutted into the room to get my belongings. They were no longer on the bed where Mrs. Hudson had put them. I scanned the room mercilessly.

"Are you looking for these?" He asked me holding my clothes above his head. He towered over me so this was going to be difficult. I put a hand on my hip and held the other one out for him to put my clothes into. He ignored it and flipped my hand over instead. "What did you do?"

I ignored him and made a grab for my clothes which he easily moved out of the way as I could not reach them. "Give them Sherlly, or are you liking the view?" I crossed my arms over my chest and he stepped closer. Sherlock was definitely not the same person as John described him to be in his writing.

He leaned into whisper in my ear still holding my clothes above my head. "Don't you wish," He blew into my ear before pulling again and tossing my clothes carelessly onto the bed. I snatched them up and grumbled at I put them on. I felt his eyes on me the whole time. I got my underwear, jeans, and bra on before he stopped me by grabbing my wrist and pinning it to my side. I huffed in anger.

"What?" I wanted him to just give in to his primitive nature. He wanted me I knew that much, I was a sarcastic bitch but sex was still sex when it came down to it. Sherlock would be no different. I felt him take my pulse before leaning down and placing a small seductive kiss under my ear. His warm breath against my neck was a feeling I wanted to continue. He slid his hands up my arms leaving goosebumps as he went. His hands moved to my back as he moved to my jaw leaving little kisses as he went. His finger fiddled with my bra before he removed it and threw it across the room.

My eyes fluttered shut as he gently traced his fingers across my back. His lips reached my chin and he took a shallow breath and opened his eyes to meet mine, a small smirk played at his lips leaving me wanting him to kiss me. His lips against my own, what would that feel like? I didn't get to find out. I brought my hand to his forehead and moved his hair from his face. He pulled away moments later and grabbed a shirt before leaving the room slamming the door behind him.

I growled to myself for wanting more from that. The only people I ever had sex with were strangers and Jim. Jim was my first. My first love to be exact and my first time. He was slow and gentle, He made sure I was taken care of and my needs were met. That way my first time with him but it definitely wasn't the last. He was the best so far. Yes so far, I plan on having more sex. I am not an inbred idiot. Wait why am I talking to myself?

I pulled my bra back on and slipped my shirt on before going through drawers and the wardrobe. I grabbed some stashed money that Sherlock had in here and shoved it into my pockets for later keeping. I grabbed a watched and fashioned it to my wrist before pulling up my hair so it was out of my face. I brushed my jaw and winced when I felt a bruise. He had fucking marked me. Oh god I had hoped he would be the one to find the bathroom and not John or Mrs. Hudson.

Quietly I opened the window after slipping on my tennis shoes and shimmied out. Closing it gently behind me as well. I was on a very narrow lip on the window and I looked below me. The fall wasn't that far. It would leave some nasty bruises but it wouldn't hurt much. I braced myself and jumped. I made sure to land on the balls of my feet so I didn't snap my akela's tendon.

I winced at the impact but only moments later did I stand fully and open my eyes. Mrs. Hudson was in front of me in complete shock. I smiled and gave her a little wave. Pulling a few pounds from my pocket I handed them to her and put my finger to my lips to signal silence. She nodded but I figured she wasn't going to keep her mouth shut long. I took off down Baker street at a fast and unsettling pace.