Chasing the tesseract

Chapter 56

A gust of cold wind whips against my face, my cheeks turning pink as I hug myself in an attempt to keep me warm. Having followed the figure upstairs, I step out onto the rooftop, rain dripping down onto my face almost instantly.

"What are you doing here?" hisses a voice from the far side of the roof, their back turned to me as an umbrella shelters them from the rain. Taking a deep breath, I make my way towards them, shivers jerking through my body with every step I take.

"The exact same thing you are." I whisper when I reach the figures side, looking up into his green eyes. Sherlock turns to face me, his eyes leaving the horizon in front of us. I shiver again, hugging myself tighter and closing my eyes against the cool raindrops.

Shrugging his jacket off, Sherlock hands me the umbrella whilst he wraps the coat around my shoulders. Warmth invaded my body, my muscles relaxing as soon as there soft fabric falls into my skin. "I told you to stay at the flat."

"And I told you that you weren't coming but here we are." I chuckle, handing him the umbrella back before shuffling slightly closer to his arm frame so that I'm still under it. Shaking his head, he hand me the umbrella again, his fingers forcing my own to curl around the handle.

"Go back to the flat Miss Stark." he demands, pointing towards the door as he pulls me towards it. Shaking my head, I come to a halt, shrugging my arm from within his grasp and looking up at him.

"Im staying." My eyes meet his, my heart hammering in my chest. A shiver flurries down my spine but not from the cold. "I'm not about to let you walk into danger on your own."

"Why not?" Sherlock asks, stepping closer to my body until he's looking down at me, his breath dancing on the end of my nose.

"John would kill me if I didn't bring you back in one piece." Smiling at him, I bite my lip and take a deep breath. Looking away, my eyes land on the floor at put feet, tracing the cracks in the stone.

Reaching forwards, Sherlock places his hand under my chin, lifting my face to his level and forcing me to look into his eyes. "No Abi. Not John. Why don't you want me to go alone?"

"Be-Because you're my friend." I stutter, Sherlocks skin against mine causing butterflies to swarm in my stomach. Slowly, I find my body leaning forwards, my eyes flickering down to Sherlocks lips before they land on his eyes again.

Shaking his head, Sherlock removes his fingers from under my chin, glancing briefly away. "Don't let sentiment get the better of you Abi." he warns me causing my body to move backwards, his words hitting me hard.

"I am not sentimental Mr Holmes." I hiss quietly, swallowing hard and closing my eyes. A small chuckle tears from Sherlocks throat causing my eyes to fly open. He steps forwards and reaches towards me, his fingers brushing lightly against my arm. Rain patters down on the umbrella above our heads as Sherlocks body stops inches from mine. "W-What are you doing?" I whisper as Sherlock leans forwards, his lips brushing against my ear as he wraps his arm around my waist. Slowly, the umbrella falls to the side, my had tilting backwards as rain falls onto my face. A soft moan escapes my lips as Sherlocks fingers lips against my collarbone, pulling the collar of his coat out the way as he presses his lips against my neck.

"Are you sure sentiment isn't controlling your thought process?" Sherlock whispers against my neck as he traces the curves of my neck with his lips. Moans pour out from my body, my heart skipping a beat with every singing touch of his lips.

"I-I'm sure." I lie, Sherlock staring up straight and smirking down at me. My arms are wrapped around his shoulders, his own wrapped so tightly around my waist that our bodies are up against each other. This is so wrong. I've only just ended things with Stephen. Yet why does it feel so right?

"Don't say I didn't warn you." he smirks, stepping away from me and grabbing the umbrella from the floor, shaking it off before handing it back to me. Wiping my face, I wipe away the rain that drips down my nose, smiling at him.

"Sentiment is for children Sherlock." I assure him, my eyes looking his muscular figure up and down.

"Well then, we should get moving." Sherlock clears his throat, tightening his scarf around his neck and I pull his coat closet around my shoulders. He glances down at his watch, briefly checking the time. "It's time to meet Moriarty."

"And where exactly is it we're meeting him?" I ask Sherlock as a bang comes from behind the two of us. Our head whipping around, we both turn to the door where a figure smirks at us. A small male emerges from within the door, dark glasses hiding his eyes from us whilst he pulls out his earphones from his ear.

"How about right here?"