I Am Sher-locked

25. Hot Mess

"You haven't had sex with her while I was in France, have you?", she asked almost whispering.

And Sherlock..... froze.

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Sherlock stepped back, staring at her doubt founded. The anger was building up inside him slowly but steadily and he was.... mad. Undescribably mad at her. His electric blue eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Is this a fucking joke?!", he seethed. "I'm done with your false accusations! I had every right to sleep with whomever I wanted but all I could think about was YOU!", he hissed at her, clearly losing his temper. "Have you ever been in my place? I was here, for a whole year, digging to find dirt for the asshole who was holding you against your will in France and you now dare to ask me if I slept with Molly?! No, Irene, I have never slept with Molly!! Satisfied?!"

Irene felt embarrassed and rightfully so. She had crossed a very thin line.  Sherlock hated false accusations. She lowered her gaze to the ground but didn't dare to speak.

"If you're unsure of my feelings for you, then the wedding was a big mistake", he added with icy cold voice. 

John approached them from behind. "Alright, Jeffrey will escort Molly back to her house", he announced, unaware of their heated conversation. Jeffrey was Molly's date apparently. "What's going on?", John asked while he noticed their grim faces. 

"I'm sorry", Irene slowly looked up at Sherlock. "I guess I shouldn't have asked you about that..."

"It should not even have crossed your mind", Sherlock said harshly. "You are the only woman I've ever made love to."

John's brows shoot up. "Wow."

"Shut up, John", Sherlock scolded him. "It really is frustrating when your insecurity kicks in."

"I'm not insecure", Irene narrowed her eyes at him but she knew deep down that Sherlock was right. She had became insecure even if she didn't want to admit it.

"Yes, you are", Sherlock arched an eyebrow. "Sometimes it's.... cute, but most of the times it's annoying."

"Cute?", John suppressed a giggle. "You hate this word."

"For fuck's sake, John", Sherlock rolled his eyes. "Can we not?"

"I said I'm sorry", Irene said annoyed. "What else do you want me to say?"

"Do you love me?", Sherlock looked at her calmly this time.

"Of course I love you."

"Do you believe that I love you?"

Irene let out a sigh. "Yes, I do believe that you love me."

"Then stop talking, forget about what happened and kiss me already."

Irene couldn't help but smile. She closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around Sherlock's neck, kissing his lips softly. Sherlock drew her close to him by the waist and deepened the kiss. Soon they heard John's awkward cough. 

"I'm still here!", John exclaimed.

Irene chuckled as she pulled away and pecked Sherlock's lips lightly. 

"I don't want to repeat myself but I still have a baby name in case you are wondering", John said jokingly.

"I would never name my son Hamish", Irene laughed like nothing happened a few minutes ago. 

Sherlock watched her closely. "Women are crazy...", he muttered.

"And you noticed that just now?", John raised both his eyebrows, chuckling.