Unwanted.
The waking sun peeks through the cream coloured blinds of the apartment, it's yellow sun rays shining onto whatever surface of could reach. A single ray shines onto my pale eyelids, which causes me to open them slowly, to be greeted with the morning. I realise I'm in a position like a foetus, lying on the brown, wooden floor of the living room of the apartment. The floor is cold and hard. No wonder my back is killing me. I attempt to sit upwards, but an unexpected force is keeping me down.
Sherlock
Hes lying down on the floor beside me, his arm wrapped around my body, keeping me down with incredible strength. His dark, brown locks draped across his sleeping eyes. His blazer was undone and his shirt unbuttoned, so I could see his flat, toned chest. My burgundy blanket was wrapped around us, engulfing us. His breathing was soft and sounded nonexistent.
I turned my head to look at his sleeping face. His skin looks soft and unscathed. His eyes rolling underneath his eyelids, his mind far away from reality. His lips pink and plump. It takes me a moment to take my eyes off of his plump lips, and I force myself to stare back at the ceiling, sun rays casting shadows of trees onto it.
Could I? Should I?
He is a handsome angel after all. Why not take a risk?
I turn my attention back towards his face, and I let my eyes fall to where his lips were. I began to lean in slowly, looking back and forth between his lips and his eyes, making sure he wasn't aware. That would be too embarrassing. I stop myself a few centimetres away from his lips, and I stare at his eyes again to make sure he wasn't awake, however this time I looked, he was.
My cheeks turned a bright shade of pink, and I began to pull myself away, the situation too unbearable. His eyes were confused yet darkened, which was strange as light flooded the room.
I began to turn onto my other side, when I felt Sherlock's hand placed on my cheek. I turn my attention back towards him, and the darkness had completely taken over his eyes. And I mean completely. His eyes were a completely different shade of blue. Before, he had light blue eyes, but now they turned to a deep blue, which almost looked black. It frightened me a bit, but they shined so beautifully that I couldn't be scared for long.
He pulled me in forcefully until our lips met with one another. His lips were soft and tender. It felt as if I put too much pressure on them, they'd break. We began to sit up in unison, and he opened his mouth to make the kiss deeper. He nibbles softly on my bottom lip, which makes this whole scenario even more amazing than it was before. It felt like I was on ecstasy. He inserts his tongue into my mouth and our tongues dance with each other. He lifts me up so I straddle his hips and I force my tongue further down into his mouth, wanting to feel every crevice of his mouth. God, it felt good. He grabs my hair in clumps, the feeling painful but a good kind of pain. I press my hands upon his toned chest, his skin smooth and his muscles hard, and I release the kiss to take in a deep breath.
The kissing carries on for what seems hours, the feeling growing even more intense and incredible. I've not known the angel long but it's like I can't be without him. His touch is so addicting.
He's my heroin.
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Hours later, when the sun began to fall and the rays left the apartment, we had an unexpected arrival.
For the many hours before, we got to know each other pretty well. In fact, we told each other everything, even though he pretty much knew my entire life already. He told my where he was from, heaven, and he told me what it was like. He told me about his family - he has a brother, Mycroft. He told me that he wanted to show me heaven someday, but I'd never make it to heaven. All of my wrong doings...I could never account for those.
Anyway back to the unexpected arrival.
We were talking about his brother Mycroft when the a large bang came from the opposite side of the apartment. We turn to look at the stimulus of the sound and we find another strange man in the room, wiping what is supposedly dust off of his clothes. He had blonde-y grey hair, which was cut short with a small quiff. He was a lot shorter than Sherlock, maybe around the same height as me. He wore ordinary clothes, but I knew for sure that he was an angel.
"John?" I heard Sherlock say. The man looks up from his clothes and stares at Sherlock, with a huge grin.
"Sherly!" The small man says, walking towards us, his arms outstretched for Sherlock to hug him. He doesn't. Sherly? Whys he calling his Sherly?
"What're you doing here join?" Sherlock asks sternly, John's presence obviously not wanted.
"I'm here to bring you back. It's nearly been twenty four hours. You know you must be back to heaven within twenty four hours. It's policy Sherlock. If not you'll get banned and lose your angelic powers." Sherlock stares at him, his eyes turning dark again but they did not shine this time. No.
They burned like fire.
"Leave us John. I don't want you here. And I'm certainly not going back there. I'm obviously not wanted there, like you're not wanted here." Sherlock says sternly and John gives him the same fire like stare.
They stared at each other for what seemed like minutes. The room was silent, as I watched the two angels stare sternly into each others eyes... as if they had a past together. As if they had been together before.
Is that why Sherlock is really here? He isn't here for me is he, hes here to get away from John.
The sadness from that thought overwhelmed my mind, and I began to stare at the floor to my apartment. I can't look at either of them.
I look back up to be met with a completely empty apartment. Sherlock and John were nowhere to be seen. Did Sherlock just leave me? And for John too.
I sit in my apartment in complete silence, waiting for the sun to rise once more.
Perhaps for the last time.
Hey guys! Yay new update! Just finished my biology exam and I think I did okay on it.
I realise that things move quickly but ya know...who's complaining?
Hope you enjoyed this update!
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