Pin Drop (Sherlock x Reader)

A Crown

I woke up on the couch I had been placed on when we arrived back from the prison. Sherlock was on longer at the other end of the couch. Instead he was standing by the window playing his violin softly. I stretched silently and stood. The drugs that he been in my system seemed to have worked their way through.

I took a moment to admire Sherlock. I watched him intently and remained silent. He looked broken and sad. I couldn't tell from what but something seemed to be eating at him. His face contorts with concentration as he perfectly played Fur Elise on his violin. I could tell he had a thing for Beethoven.

I picked up the case in which mine lay unused for months. I opened it and ran the bow along my fingers and tightened the strings on the instrument. I slowly walked up to stand next to him and placed my violin on my shoulder and chin and began to play with him. The usual solo piece was now a duet as we played perfectly against one another's tempo and tone. He took the major key and I played in the minor.

The rhythms worked perfectly with one another as we lost ourselves in the music. When the end of the song neared we began to play our own compositions and strummed and moves our bows in ways that created a weird yet oddly beautiful melody. I opened my eyed for a moment and noticed Sherlock had moved to stand in front of me.

His eyes looked into my own as we played. We kept eyes contact through our music as we hummed along to the beats. I couldn't help but thinking that this was my match. I love Jim, but I also feared him. Sherlock made me feel safe. I know it's odd in a way that I was trying to kill him and I also had these feelings that I wanted to demolish more than anything else in the world.

His beautiful curly brown hair fell onto his face as he swayed. His mouth slightly opened as he took slow deep breathes. He kept his hand steady even though mine were shaking. It created a sort of deeply intriguing tempo. I crushed what ever I was feeling towards Sherlock in this moment way way down in the depths of my body. I took our melody to a darker turn and began to play in low demonic notes.

The view of the world changed around me. I heard Sherlock stop playing as I closed my eyes again and let my hands and arms do the work. They took my music to a place that I couldn't get to if I really tried. I had to get absolutory lost in the music.

At first I didn't feel his hand move the sleeve of my shirt up to uncover the branding Jim had given me. A crown had been burned into my shoulder once I finally agreed to work with him. He told me his plans and that night I had woken up to searing pain on my arm. His voice soothing me as I cried.

"They should see us in their crowns." He whispered as I cried out in pain. The burning became to much for me to handle and I ended up passing out to Jim humming a song I had never heard before. His time away changed him. Or maybe it brought the real him to light. I would never know the answer to that.

I felt Sherlocks cold finger trace over the branding and stopped playing abruptly. I stood still, frozen to my spot. His finger tracing over every line and bump along the mark. His fingers left a tingling sensation along my skin. "A crown." He whispered to himself. A crown to show that he and I we a king and queen in our world and that one day he would make me queen of this world as well.

"What are you doing?" My voice cracked As he traced his fingers around the branding. My Scottish accent was think in this moment. I whispered those words but the accent made it seem as if I was pleading. Something I did not do lightly.

"Why would someone do this?" He asked me. I knew the question was filled with more than curiosity. Guilt made it self known through his speech. Fear, jealousy, anger, they all made themselves known through his question. I opened my eyes and looked down at his hand on my arm. Goosebumps had formed where he touched.

"Because...." I didn't have an answer to his question. At least not a good one. I had no idea really why he did it either. Maybe he wanted people to know I was his. Maybe he wanted to make someone else feel the pain he had been struggling with since he returned. I had no clue why he would do to me what he did.

"Because why?"

"I don't know." I admitted letting my arms fall to my sides. My violin and bow clattered to the floor softly. I felt Sherlock's hand under my chin and he brought my face up to look at him. His eyes searched mine for some sort of answers. An answer to the questions he was unwilling to verbalize. "Sherlock." I whispered his name.

His every touch was setting my body on fire. I have never felt this way before. I thought hat I had with Jim was love. What we had, was love. Had I been blinded by Jim? Had I been sheltered to not knowing anything worth knowing? Had he done this to me purposely to make me love him? Need him?

Sherlocks face slowly inched closer to mine, His eyes searched for permission in my own. My lips separated slightly in anticipation. I felt his breath against my cheek and slowly closed his eyes waiting for impact. I nodded my head slowly. He took his chance and out lips connected in a slow passionate kiss that neither of us wanted to leave.