An Affair with the Enemy (A Sherlock Fanfic)

Chapter 30

A/N: Longest chapter I've written. It's 2775 words but I truly hope each and every word is worth it.

Tanya

I awoke as I heard moans coming from the bedroom. Standing up, I walked closer to the bedroom door as I rubbed my eyes. "Yes, John. That's it." I could hear Sherlock say.

"Sherlock, Tanya can't find out." John said back to him, breathless.

"Oh she won't. And besides, even if she does, you still have me." Sherlock replied. What the hell was going on? Looking through the keyhole, I saw nothing on one side but when I surveyed the other side, I saw John and Sherlock half naked in bed together. I clamped my hand over my mouth before a gasp of shock escaped.

Sherlock was on top of John and I could see them rock together, back and forth and back and forth.

"What do I tell Mary?" John asked, sweat covering his forehead.

"Look, John sweetheart. It's natural for people to find their soulmate later in life. You realised your love for me after marrying Mary. Not your fault."

"Yes but.."

"No buts." I saw Sherlock lean down and kiss John tenderly. Their tongues swirled together in a horrific whirlpool that made me sick. After pulling away, Sherlock kissed John's cheek and trailed down his jaw and downhill his neck. John's moans became groans as his hold on Sherlock got tighter.

"Sherlock...I'm so close." John whispered almost breathless. By this point, I had enough. Storming into the room, I saw Sherlock collapse beside John, satisfied as they shared another passionate kiss. "I love you curly hair."

"I love you too chicken nugget. Can't believe I fell for Tanya at one point." Sherlock replied as he kissed John's forehead. My heart broke but anger swelled within me.

"Sherlock!" I cried out.

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"Tanya. Tanya!" I was startled awake by Sherlock. I blinked and my breathing became slower.

"What-What just happened?"

"You called my name in your sleep. Bad dream?" I nodded with my eyebrows furrowed. "Want to talk about it?" I shook my head violently and he chuckled. I sure as hell did not want to think about John and Sherlock...oh God. "Alright. Well it's nearly 8 so let me make you some tea." Sherlock went into the kitchen and started the kettle. Massaging my temples, I thought about what had happened yesterday.

After Sherlock had shot Magnussen, he was immediately arrested by the soldiers Mycroft had brought. Mycroft made him a deal. Either he could spend his life in prison or he could go on a 6 year mission in Ethiopia. Naturally, Sherlock was inclined to the latter choice. Today was the day he was officially being exiled. Even one step into this country before the six year mark would result in an immediate arrest.

It hurt to think about six years without Sherlock. We were only growing closer and I didn't want to lose him. Not yet.

But I was angry as well. He shot Magnussen so he brought this upon himself. He should've left the situation be and then we wouldn't have been in this dilemma.

Sherlock returned with a cup of tea balanced in one hand and a plate of biscuits in the other. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration as he made every attempt not to drop either one of them. I couldn't help but chuckle at him as I immediately stood up and assisted him by taking the cup from his hand. Taking a sip, I scrunched my face up with disgust.