The Science of Sentiment (BBC Sherlock x Reader)

Chapter 17: Calm Before the Storm

Two months.
It had been two whole months since that night on the curb with Mycroft. You still hadn't told Sherlock about your parent's involvement with the case. You feared he would keep you out of the case if you did, and you certainly didn't want that. However, with the striking lack of evidence left at the crime scene, the case had to be dropped for the time being. To put it plainly, the incredible detective had hit a wall. Normally, he could have solved any case within a few weeks, but this one simply didn't have enough clues to go on.
It was a month ago that the Scotland Yard deemed the deaths as a mass suicide to the public. Lestrade knew there was more going on, but until something new came up, he had no choice but to close the case.
Needless to say, you and Sherlock were extremely frustrated with the ruling, but after a few weeks, the tension seemed to die down. You both agreed to let it go for now and hope that some new evidence would soon come to light. You secretly enjoyed the little time off. You and Sherlock went on dates more frequently, and tonight you were going to a music hall together.
You looked yourself over in the mirror for possibly the thousandth time. You had adorned your (skinny, curvy, average, large) figure with a new, elegant gown you had picked up that morning. It was sleek black, and had a gathered satin skirt with a flattering silhouette. Lastly, the dress had accents of black lace and (f/c) crystals. When you passed by it in a shop window, you just had to have it. It embodied your personality perfectly, while still having a sexy edge.
You used your best creams and powders to give yourself a perfect smokey look. Your (h/c) hair rolled down your back in waves. Though you had poured hours into the look, you were starting to feel anxiety build up in the pit of your stomach. You weren't accustomed to wearing such extravagant outfits. You hated being the center of attention.
What if Sherlock doesn't like it?
You flinched a bit at the thought. Your insecurities were starting to get the best of you. You picked up a makeup-wipe with shaking hands, but before you could smear off the dark eye shadow, a knock sounded from the front door.
Too late now, you thought with a grimace. You slipped on your black heels and swung open the door. Sherlock was smiling on the other side, but his grin faltered when he looked you over. He was deadly silent.
"S-something wrong?" You ask hesitantly.
He catches you off guard when he grabs you by the waist, dipping his head to your collarbone to take in your scent.
"You look absolutely breathtaking. I'm having a bit of a hard time restraining myself..."
You chuckle and hit his arm playfully. "Enough of that, we've got a show to catch-" a squeal escapes you as Sherlock nips at your neck and lips.
He pulls back with a cheeky grin plastered to his face. For the first time, you notice the (f/c) rose pinned to the lapel of his tuxedo. Your eyes soften and you pull him down for a chaste kiss before leading him outside to the cab.