Element ➳ Sherlock x Reader

Hunger

"Oh-shit, Sherlock...that was amazing..." I gasp, panting after the lustful sin we had just committed.

He huffs out a laugh and leans into my lips, for yet another deep and passionate kiss, as I tug eagerly at his devilish curls, my fingers entangling with them.

"Mmm...you taste divine..." He purrs, twirling a strand of my hair around his finger.

"We should get our clothes back on and leave before we get caught. Weren't we running from those creeps?" I smile and take his hand.

"But of course - here, let me help you get your dress back on." He says, wrapping his arms around my waist as he holds my dress.

"Ah - sorry sweetie, but I think you should get your pants on first." I push him away slowly with a giggle.

He bashfully blushes and nods, finding his clothes and putting them on as I get my dress on.

When we're ready, he slowly creaks the door open and peeks a little to check if it's clear.

"Clear?" I ask.

"Quite. We've got a clear route to the exit and that's straight down through the left corridor." He whispers, to which I nod.

And so we dash out of the door and make a run for it. He holds my hand tightly, as we run with our eyes fixed on the exit sign at the end of the corridor.

We get out, and into the desert to our luck, but Sherlock is at a complete loss at what to do now.

I don't really blame him, I mean...we just ran about half a mile away from that bloody palace, and we're in the middle of a desert.

"Do you have any idea who had kidnapped you?" Sherlock obstructs my thoughts.

"I think it was...some bloke named Moriarty." I tell him.

Sherlock looks at me with wide eyes, his mouth slightly open to his shock.

"What?" I squint at him, crossing my arms.

"Y/N...Moriarty is...he's supposed to be dead." Sherlock tells me.

"What?!" I gasp.

"Just...don't worry about it, I don't want you getting involved too much. Let's look for a nearby village to contact Mycroft and get the hell out of this desert, hm?" He suggests, with a nervous smile.

"Okay." I nod slowly, before he gets a scarf from his pack and wraps it around my head covering half of my face from sand.

I smile and take his hand as we try to locate a nearby village.

He's tense.

There's something about this Moriarty bloke I met that makes my Sherlock uneasy.

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"Finally!" I grin widely when we finally stumble upon a small village.

"If we find out the name of this village I can tell Mycroft where we are." Sherlock smiles at me.

"Umm...first, we need to find something to eat, Sherlock. I'm starving." I tell him.

"Oh...of course." He smiles, a little dissapointed.

I giggle at his disspointed look and make out with his curly self for a good ten minutes before we actually enter the village parameters.

We were wild.  I'm surprised he didn't rip my dress off right then and ther--

"There's tons of food in the village but we don't have any of their currency..." He glances around.

I bite my bottom lip in craving, as there was a bakery in front of me, the silky scent of a freshly baked sandwich filling my nostrils.

"Sheeeeeeeerrrlock..." I groan, gesturing to the small bakery.

"Let's see what we can do. Maybe we can make an exchange or something." He tightens his hold on my hand and we walk to the bakery lady.

She gives us both a death glare as Sherlock silently points to the sandwich.

The lady holds her hands up showing ten fingers and Sherlock gestures how we have zero.

We then offer her our scarves in hope of an exchange.

She takes off her shoe and throws it at us and we leave.

I groan and hold my aching tummy as Sherlock looks at me sadly:

"I'm sorry..."

But that's when I see it.

I could be wrong, but...

That looks like a male strip club not too far away.

Maybe...