It's Not Real

Chapter Thirteen

Sherlock stood safely under the canopy of the cafe, unlike Eve, who once the cab had dropped them off and driven away, had ran out into the heavy rain.

"What are you doing?!"

"Enjoying the weather!" They had to shout over the pounding of water hitting the ground.

"You'll get ill!"

"Don't be boring!"

It was pouring down now, heavy droplets splashing into fast forming puddles. Evelyn looked up at the sky, arms spread, grinning.

Sherlock watched her, unequivocally mesmerised, the smile that spread across his face would leave nothing to doubt about his feelings for the woman stood in the middle of the road twirling in the rain.

The door to his building was a mere few steps next to him, it would be so easy to let himself in and demand she follow before they caught their death, but she was right, that was terribly boring, and she looked so unbelievably happy.

Her dress clung to her body, hair sopping wet. The expression on her face was enough to evoke a sickeningly sentimental smile from him. In all honesty, Sherlock thought she'd never looked so beautiful.

Evelyn jogged over to join him under the shelter, wiping a hand over her face and grinning from ear to ear. "You have to admit it's a nice feeling."

Sherlock gazed steadily at her. "What feeling?"

"The rain!"

"It's London, it's always raining."

She rolled her eyes. "Stop being so serious–"

His hand had cupped the back of her neck and tilted her head up to press their lips together before her sentence could be finished. It was only brief, but it was enough for Sherlock to feel so beyond alive.

Evelyn blinked dumbly. "What was that for?"

Sherlock shrugged cockily. "It's a nice feeling," he pulled his keys from his pocket. "Think we should go inside now?"

"Uh huh."

Sherlock unlocked the door at a remarkable speed, grabbing Evelyn around the waist and practically throwing her over the threshold, dropping their bags on the floor with a thud and kicking the door shut behind him. "I can't believe you made me wait this long." He was pushing her against the wall before she could blink, not a care for if she transferred the rain water onto his own clothes.

"We had to take the car back to the hire place. I did tell you to use mine instead– Oh." His hand was against her breast, thumb rolling the nipple.

"Your car is tiny and not used enough, it was bound to give out half way there."

"Hey! My tiny car hasn't done me wrong yet."

He pulled back and narrowed his eyes. "In the whole of the thirteen years you've had it?"

"No, it's never broken down." Eve said confidently. "Wait– Why are we talking about this? I want you to finally have your wicked way with me." She gave him a cheeky grin.

His pupils blew even more than before, if that was even possible, fidgeting on his feet.

"I'll be right behind you. You need to unlock the door upstairs." She kissed him again, which was returned eagerly before he turned to run up the stairs, tripping halfway up in his haste.

"Whatever you think you saw, you didn't." he mumbled.

Evelyn giggled and watched him go. "Oh, but I did."