"NO, Y/N THIS IS COMPLETELY OUT OF THE QUESTION."
"Pleeeeeease, Sherlock I'm hungry, and this is the only way we can make money."
"No, I'm not going to strip for money, whats wrong with you?!"
I look at him as my bottom lip trembles, and he raises a brow:
"No- Y/N...I said, n- please. No. Don't give me that look."
I pout harder and water my eyes a bit, and his expression softens from solid-stern to utter worry:
"Don't cry...I-I'll do it, please don't cry..."
I grin cheekily and wipe my fake tears away as he sighs in defeat and we walk into the male strip club.
Apparently it's a walk-in thing, where any man who pleased could publicly hop up a pole and dance for money, so Sherlock unbuttons his shirt and hands it to me with a glare.
I take it and clap for him as he twirls around on a pole to some foreign erotic music.
Surprisingly, a crowd of what seems to be widowed wives gather around and clap, and next thing you know there's currency being thrown at him.
My eyes glitter at the coins and I lounge for it under his feet and slip them into my handy bag.
He topples over off the stripper pole and falls into the arms of the crowd of fangirls who devour his face and attempt to take off his pants.
He yells my name as I count the coins. But I know there is no real threat from mere foreign fangirls.
When I finish counting I dive through the crowd of girls and pull him out. His face is pink covered with moist lipstick kisses and the occasional scratch from their hellish nails.
I cannot help but to smile faintly, as he pants and tanks his shirt from me, slipping it on grumpily.
"See, I told you it would work-"
He grabs my chin roughly and looks into my eyes with a deathly glare:
"Not another word from you."
I open my mouth to protest, but the moment I am, my breath gets snatched away by his lips on mine in a heated kiss that unfortunately lasted less than a minute.
He pulls away briefly and rests his forehead on mine, smirking faintly:
"I'm hungry."
His actions caught me so fucking off guard, fluttering me, my face was pinker than his:
"Yes! W-We made quite a lot of money for food..." I blink rapidly and look into the bag that I had gathered the coins in.
"We? You mean I did. You didn't even contribute." He rolls his eyes and takes my hand, as we walk into that sandwich store, earning a glare from the clerk.
I hand Sherlock the money and he orders two sandwiches and we sit down at the tables and begin to eat quietly.
In my mind as I was eating, I had been wondering where he had even learned those pole dancing moves from-
"Hey, Y/N?" He interrupts my thoughts, setting his sandwich down and crossing his arms.
"Hm?" I look up at him, my mouth full with food.
"A-About our wedding...how do you want it to be. I know a thing or two about wedding planning and I want to make it special..." He says seriously, but still adorably.
I cannot help but to smile and blush, swallowing down my food, I reach and touch his arm with a reassuring smile:
"We can make it however you like. Big or small. I just want to be with you in a pretty dress."
He chuckles and takes my hand with a sweet smile, playing with the ring on my finger:
"I'll buy the most beautiful dress to suit the most beautiful mind of my bride."
Before I can say something sweet back, we are interrupted by a screeching citizen:
"Kechaning ajdaho!"
I squint and look to Sherlock for a translation but he quickly wraps up both out sandwiches and slips them into his bag.
He then stands up and pulls me up off my seat with him, pulling me out of the eatery as I try to talk:
"W-Wait... What's going on, Sherlock?"
"I've heard this before. The night dragon."
"The what?"
There's a loud crash behind us, but before I can turn to look, he lifts me off my feet and begins to run.
"Moriarty."
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Element ➳ Sherlock x Reader
FanfictionSequel to my first book Sentiment. This is the probably the worst thing to read during class because you might burst out laughing or blush or something XD