Lavender Haze

Chapter Fourteen

The streets of London were teeming with life as Sherlock and I navigated our way through the throng of people. Arm in arm, we moved as one, weaving through the crowd. The city was a symphony of sounds - the clatter of horse-drawn carriages, the cries of street vendors peddling their goods, and the distant hum of conversation. It was a stark contrast to the quiet, methodical work we had been engrossed in back at Baker Street.

Our first destination was the British Library. If we were to unravel the mystery of the Red Lotus Society, we needed to delve deep into the archives. Sherlock was a frequent visitor, often spending countless hours engrossed in old case files and historical documents. The librarians, familiar with his face and his eccentricities, were always willing to assist in his investigations.

We dedicated the better part of the day to the library, pouring over old newspapers and books, scouring for any mention of the Red Lotus Society. The task was grueling, and I could feel fatigue creeping in. Solving a real case was a far cry from the make-believe mysteries we used to solve when we were younger. Those were always so simple, so straightforward. I found my eyes drifting towards Sherlock with each passing minute. I knew we needed to find Enola, but I couldn't help but get distracted. His shoulders, his hair, his... everything. I shook myself out of these thoughts. I couldn't afford to think about him like this, not now.

"Rose?" Sherlock's voice broke through my thoughts.

"Yes?" I responded, a little too quickly.

He simply smirked, causing a blush to creep up my cheeks.

Through our research, we discovered that the society was rumored to be involved in the illegal trade of ancient artifacts, and that they were notorious for their secrecy and elusive nature.

As the day wore on, our frustration grew. The society was so secretive that there was scant information available about them. Just as we were about to call it a day, Sherlock stumbled upon a small, overlooked detail in an old newspaper article.

I found myself staring at Sherlock. Our eyes locked for a moment until he looked away. I was flustered. I wanted him so desperately.

"Emberly, look at this," he said, pointing to a small article in the corner of the page. It was a report about a theft at the British Museum. A priceless artifact, a red lotus amulet, had been stolen. The article mentioned that the amulet was rumored to be connected to the Red Lotus Society.

"This could be the lead we've been looking for," Sherlock said, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

That night, as we returned to Baker Street, a sense of unease washed over me. The Red Lotus Society was proving to be a formidable adversary, and I couldn't shake the feeling that we were being watched. But with Sherlock by my side, I knew we could face whatever challenges lay ahead.

I rolled over and looked at Sherlock, who was lying on his back, shirtless. I reached over, gently rubbing his back, causing him to stir.

"Rose?" He asked, his voice raspy from sleep.

"I can't sleep," I admitted.

He smiled and pulled me close, our faces almost touching as we stared at each other.

"Sherlock," I whispered, my heart pounding in my chest.

he leaned in kissing me deeply. pulling me closer pulling me ontop of him, his hands finding their way to my hips under my night gown. His rough hands rubbing against my skin cause my breathing to get heavier. Grinding into him, his eyes scanning over my body, the way the gown laid over my body slightly see through, the soft material showing off my silhouette. Gripping my hips he flipped me over. Positioning himself between my legs his eyes staring at me. His hand slid up my stomach as his mout met my core. His tongue lapping at my folds before inserting two fingers inside of me causing me to moan even louder. My hands gripping the bed. His fingers fucking me as his mouth sucked on my clit bringing me close to an orgasm.

"cum for me rose" he spoke his fingers going faster curling inside me bringing to to my high. *i screaming in pleasure as I came.

"Good girl" he said before taking is tongue and licking my folds clean of my cum

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As we settled in for the night, my thoughts turned to Enola. I hoped that she was safe, wherever she was. I knew that we were getting closer to finding her, and I was determined to do whatever it took to bring her home. As I lay in Sherlock's arms, sleep finally claimed me.