Element ➳ Sherlock x Reader

Foreigners

We quickly get inside our shelter, and I lay out some sleeping bags, as Sherlock seals the shelter.

I sit down on my sleeping bag, rubbing my hands together, as I exhale hot breaths in attempt to warm myself. It wasn't that cold inside, I was just cold from coming outside.

"Chilly, are we?" Sherlock chuckles as he sits next to me on his own sleeping bag, setting the lantern next to him.

"It's not as bad as I thought It'd be..." I tell him, sliding my boots off.

"Yes, this is specifically structured to for a cold night in a desert." Sherlock glances around.

I remove my cloak-like outerwear and wrap the blanket around myself, as I roll to Sherlock like a burrito.

"Boo..." I tiredly imitate a ghost.

"Quite a scary burrito you've transformed into." He looks down at me, as I smile.

"Be a burrito with me, Sherlock." I say seductively.

He rolls his eyes and leans down, dangerously close to my face:

"You make cuddling in a blanket sound very explicit, my dear."

"Would you rather not explicitly be wrapped in a blanket with me?" I ask.

"I have to do something else first..." He mumbles.

"And what's that?" I raise a brow.

He presses his lips roughly against my own with great passion - no hesitation whatsoever. This kiss is deep - soothing my soul with it's enticing factors. Our cupid bows dancing in lustful precision with each other - his lips sweet and warm against my own as I try to keep up with him.

He pulls away after a while, leaving me gasping to his satisfaction:

"That."

I stare at his gaze on me, from above. His bright blue irises putting me in a trance that leaves my mind blank and my words a fit of stutters.

"W-Well..." I catch my breath, my cheeks flushed a bright crimson.

That was unexpected.

He smiles at my surprise.

That little arse...

I roll out of my burrito and tackle him, ruffling his hair.

He wraps his arms around my wasit and pulls me down next to him, so that we both lay beside each other - leaving me in a fit of giggles as he stares intently at me.

When I collect myself, I smile up at his beautiful eyes, placing a hand on his cheek.

"I love you, Y/N...so much." He pulls me into his arms in a tight embrace.

"I love you too, baby." I hug him back.

"I am no infant." He corrects me.

I roll my eyes, and hear him chuckle.

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The next morning -- when we wake up, we pack up our stuff and head off to the village.

It takes us about an hour, and when we arrive, Sherlock wraps his scarf around his head, covering his entire face except his eyes. He does the same with my own scarf.

"Try not to make any eye contact with anyone. We don't want to attract any attention, otherwise they'll know we're foreigners." He says quietly, taking my hand as we enter through a gate.

I nod, and hold his hand tightly.

I glance around as we quickly walk past people, doing my best not to make any eye contact whatsoever.

It's an Arabian village -- very beautiful indeed. The place is bustling with people, markets surround the huge path everyone uses to get through the village.

That's when I accidentally look at someone.

He's tall, his piercing green eyes glaring narrowed -- brows are furrowed at me. I try to look away, but I can't keep my gaze off. I cannot see the rest of his face, because he's got a scarf similar to ours.

Sherlock stops running and we stand outside a shop. The green-eyed man is walking toward us.

"We're here." Sherlock says.

I quickly look at him and nod.

"You alright?" He asks.

"Yea." I nod again.

"This fortune teller only prohibits one individual at a time in his shop, so I'm gonna go in. Do you have the urn?" He asks.

I pull out the urn from my pack and hand it to him.

"I'll be out soon. I want you to stay right here. If something goes wrong, scream. You're much more important to me than Mycroft, alright?" He says quietly, taking the urn.

"I won't go anywhere." I nod.

He glances around, before pulling down the part of the scarf that was covering my mouth and placing a sweet kiss on my lips.

"I love you." He whispers, pulling away.

"I love you too." I whisper back, blushing. Hopefully nobody saw that.

I fix my scarf as he walks in the shop, glancing around for that green-eyed man.

I spot him, slowly making his way towards me, narrowing my eyes at him. I'm not gonna let him intimidate me.

When he is close enough, I keep my hand on a hidden dagger.

If I speak, he'll know I'm foreign.

He just stands there, staring at me, and I notice his body structure is incredibly built. He's quite muscular.

"You're a girl." He speaks a thick arabian accent.

How does he know I speak English?

I don't reply.

"Speak. I won't hurt you." He says, taking a step closer.

I back away a step.

Shit.

I shouldn't have looked at him. I should have listened to Sherlock...