Sherlock - One shots || X Female

Silence after sex

She looked like dead.

Had he seen so much dead people that he looked at a person, momentary sleeping and not moving, hand laying next to her head which was slightly turned to the left, and the first thought was associated with death.
Sad actually.

Her chest was rising and falling slowly. The white duvet only reaching her up to her hips. The rest was uncovered, her bare skin and breasts laid open to his sight. The long dark hair was spread out everywhere.

She looked like a picture. A beautiful, detailed picture. Showing the pureness of a women's body and soul, somehow? He thought about it longer that he actually wanted to.

Her eyes slowly opened. Blinking a few times to get used to the dull morning light. Effected by rain and clouds London usually brings with it.

A shiver wend down her spine, goosebumps building up her skin from the sudden cold she felt. Her hands reached after the blanket. Her gaze fell to him.

His head was probed on his hand. His curls were all messy, some hanging soft into his face. His pale looking chest was mostly hidden beneath the blanket like the rest of his body. Expect his toes. They were left out. Was the blanket too small? Or he was just too tall for the length of the blanket? Both ways were possible.

Crystal blue eyes were resting on her, nearly burning her, which was quite a dissent because the word crystal mostly gets associated with cold and ice but the gaze of Sherlock Holmes just burns on someone's skin like fire trying to melt down the ice.

Slightly she sat up, reaching after her purse and searching after the small package of cigarettes. He watched her as she fished one out the box. His eyes watching closely as she placed it between her lips. He was so distracted by this picture that he didn't even notice that she offered him the open box.

He thought about the offer. Should he take one? He started making a pro and contra list in his head. He wasn't in public so no one could accuse him of using again just because of a single cigarette. John wasn't here either. He didn't had to use his own package he bought and hide somewhere in the flat. He would save money.

There wasn't any contra. Only the its 'bad for your health shit' everyone told him. Conclusion there was nothing that stopped him from taking one.

He took one.

Bringing it up to his lips he waited till she light up his cigarette and he filled his lungs with smoke.

She watched the grey-ish cloud come out of his mouth, rising to the ceiling and disappearing again.

Not only the way he held his cigarette between his finger, even the way his body was positioned, his upper body leaning against the pillow and his head slightly resting against the bed frame made him look like he was written by Lana Del Rey.

Mrs. Hudson was vacuuming downstairs, the quiet sound echoed to them. Suddenly a small giggle came from his right. He turned his head to her, seeing how her hand covered her mouth to suppress the giggling. The slightly chuckle turned to a laugh which filled to room with this delight sound.

He furrowed his brows. What was so funny? He asked himself. Did he do something?

She crushed the cigarette, stroke her hair behind her ears and looked at him. Another smile creeped up on her lips. The same lips he kissed only a few hours ago.

"Can you believe that, Mrs. Hudson is causally vacuuming while we fucked the whole night? Ironic don't you think."

He didn't get the irony. But he did get the thought about a elderly women doing housework, net getting anything down lately or at least he presumed, and them doing it .

Her sense of humour was a bit of a mystery.

Still he joined her with a chuckle. For once in a while he came out of his comfort zone, beginning with having sex with her to laughing or part-laughing about a joke he didn't know was so funny.

When the silence settled over the room again a small smile still danced on his lips. She was so pure, even without any conversation her presence made him feel things as if her hand was stroking down his arm, her fingers caressing his curls in the back of his neck, her lips melting into his and other things his mind rather blend out for the public.

He felt her moving, she stood up presenting her body to his sight again.

"I feel you looking." She smirked.

"So?".

She pulled her trousers on and threw over her shirt from the day before. Closed her shoes and took her purse.

With her hands she stroker through her thick hair and walked over to his side.  She bend down, letting her fingers slide over his cheek. A kiss followed on his open lips.

"See you later?". She asked and went to the door. He watched every step and move she made and finally nodded.

"Oh and tell Mrs. Hudson to continue her vacuuming later on, I need sleep." He called after her.