Sherlock Preferences (Discontinued)

Platonically(Sherlock×reader)

This is based off a prompt from @otpprompts on tumblr.Not a preference,but enjoy !

"We're not together," you and Sherlock both blurt out at an alarming speed.

The people littering 221b all laugh at your statement,as if it was a funny joke.

"Honey," said Mrs Hudson, "quit out the act."

You turn to look at Sherlock,and he shakes his head in defeat.

When will people get it through their thick skull that some interactions are purely platonic?

Sherlock sighs at everyone in the room.

He's not really in favour of Christmas parties,but John has insisted that we throw a small get together consisting of all the close people Sherlock,John and you have come to know,for several reasons.Something along the lines of 'grateful of who you have' and 'showing people you appreciate them.But as much as he hates parties ,he hates it more when people assume that you and him are,well,dating each other.

"I'm thoroughly sure the lot of you are incapable of understanding the concept of platonic," Sherlock explains in distress.

"You mean to say all the hand holding,lingering hugs-

"Platonic."you cut Lestrade,outright annoyed.Sherlock nod in agreement.

Not wanting to lose to your hardheaded selves,they churn out ideas after ideas indicating what you have with Sherlock is more than platonic friendliness.First it was Lestrade,then Molly,Mrs Hudson,John.It was getting tiresome.

"You have joint bank accounts," Molly states.

"Easier to manage ." answered Sherlock.

"You kiss each other everyday!" John exclaimed,getting furious.

"I appreciate (Y/N)'s presence,and so does (Y/P).It was merely a way to showcase my admiration." replied Sherlock calmly,although a slight change in his tone revealed that he too is getting more uneasy.

"But,everyday?" Molly ask glumly,as the girl has had a crush on Sherlock since forever.

Undeterred,you lay down your excuse.
"I like physical affection.Makes me feel wanted.So what if we kiss?"

"Hmm." Sherlock agreed.

"You sleep in the same bed for goodness sake!" Lestrade shouts,losing his patience.

"(Y/N) can't sleep when (Y/P)'s alone,so I sleep next to (Y/P) to help.Please don't tell me there's anything in my desire to assist a troubled friend."

You walk to Sherlock and sits on his lap,trying to prove your point.He lays a hand on your waist,smiling,a blush forming on his cheeks.

The room went silent,all eyes focused on what you two are doing.

Then slowly,you bend down slightly to kiss Sherlock.First on his forehead,then you proceed to his cheeks,then lastly,his lips.

This went on for a second too long,and when you finally break the kiss,you two were left breathless.

Then,the two of you looked back at the crowd,smile at whatever it is you've succeeded in doing, and say, "See? Platonic."

Everyone else groan in frustration.

Everything must come to an end,and so does the party.Eventually everyone left,after hugging and kissing each other goodbyes.

See? They do it to,and had the nerve to say that what you share with Sherlock wasn't platonic.

"I'm going to bed,goodnight (Y/N), Sherlock." said John,looking drenched,and slightly drunk after the party.

"Goodnight,John" you both answer synchronously.

Sherlock doesn't drink,and you're not tired.It's not your usual bedtime anyway. You both usually go to sleep very late,so naturally you still stay up,catching up on what's lost in socialising when you should be doing something else.For Sherlock,it's retreating to his mind palace,for you,it's continuing whatever book it is you've started.

"You're a good kisser,(Y/N).Where did you learn that?"inquire Sherlock,his eyes closed as usual when thinking.

"I've had my fair share of romantic relationship to acquire such skills....and others..." you answer,a mischievous glint in your tone.

"Like what? Show me." Sherlock demands,equally mishievous at what you were indicating.

In seconds ,you find yourself straddling his lap,the bump of his erection kindling your arousal.His hands move towards the hem of your sweater,and you're pretty sure it looks like he would've just rip it off,because Sherlock Holmes is impatient like that.You were about to finish unbuttoning his shirt,when you hear someone entering.

"I forgot to take my lapto-oh for christ's sake are you having sex here?! " John exclaimed,waving his hands about bafflingly .

You and Sherlock both laughed at each other and at John,staring at the mess you've got into.

Then,in pure,unaldurated synchronisation,the both of you say smugly,

"Yes, platonically."

(A/n)
If you like these I'll try to incorporate more in between preferences .Thanks for reading :-)