Element ➳ Sherlock x Reader

Sexy Supply Closet

"Seriously, Moriar- whatever your name is, let me out! What do you want from me?! Sex?! I'll give it to you if you let me out if this shit palace!" I bang on the door and yell.

The door opens and there stands one of the guards.

What do they want with me now?

He throws me a plain dress and I quickly begin to put it on, as he looks away.

At least he's got respect.

After I finish getting the dress on, he turns around.

"What does this Moriarty dude want with me now?" I sigh, rolling my eyes.

He remains quiet and yanks me by my arm.

"Ow! Stop, that hurts!" I exclaim, as he takes me out of the room.

His grip loosens quickly when I say that and his hand slowly slides down to my own, taking it softly, as he runs in the long corridors of the palace when we run into other guards.

"Seize them!" Another guard yells, as the others come running at us.

"Wait! What's going on?! Why are we running?" I ask, trying to keep up.

He makes a sharp turn and quickly pushes me in a supply closet with him, locking the door behind him. He exhales a sigh in relief as I stare at him.

Who is this person?

Did he just save me?

Why am I so frightened?

He stares, walking closer to me, and as he does so, I back into a wall.

When he is less than an inch away from me, he gazes down into my eyes and I gave up into his own, staring at them with intrigue.

Bright blue, with hits of green...

How familiar...

Wait a second-

"Sherlock!?" A grin appears on my face, as I yank his scarf down to reveal his pristine facial structures.

He chuckles and pulls me in for a hug, running his fingers through my hair, as I do the same to his devilish curls.

"I missed you, little sugar cube." He whispers, nuzzling my neck.

"Nicknames again?" I giggle, as he places sweet kisses all over my cheek and neck.

"I can't resist." He replies, pulling away to gaze into my eyes again.

I smile faintly as he scans me, reading my expression like he always does to people - except, others get mad at him for some reason.

I guess the reason I never do is because I have nothing to hide from him. I can be open to him with whatever and he'll understand me.

He places a hand on my cheek and rubs it faintly with his thumb, as I place my hand on top of his that is on my cheek.

"I love you, Sherlock...so much."

He smiles and slides his hand down from my cheek to my chin, lifting it up ever so lightly, he slowly leans his lips onto my own for a kiss.

The kiss felt like it would be light and sweet, but it was deep and passionate instead. It's duration took longer than I had expected, his other hand fiddling with the buttons on my dress.

He wants the dress off me, and I want his shirt off of him, so we're equal.

But we're in the bloody supply closet of a kidnapper!

"Sherlock, we should go now." I quickly pull away from the kiss, resting my arms around his neck.

"No...just a little more time...I missed you so much..." He mumbles, popping a button off my dress.

"Sh-Sherlock Holmes!" I scold, slapping his hands away.

He quickly grabs both of my wrists and pins them over my head with one hand, stroking my cheek with his other hand he smiles:

"Yes, darling? What is it?"

My eyes widen and my cheeks flush a deep crimson color, as he awaits my reply:

"Be gentle."