Touch Him = Death

Ch.10

I first felt the warm sunlight shining through the window when I woke up. I tried moving but my body scream in protest. Then I felt it, someones strong warm arm was wrapped around my waist. I felt is warm frame behind me, My body was so small that I fit up against him perfectly. I snuggled closer to him unconsciously until I realized what I was actually. doing. I opened my eyes and tried to roll away from him before he woke up, but it just caused him to hold me tighter, which put pressure on my left side. I hissed out a breathe of air and and rolled in his grasp so that I was facing him and his body was flush up against mine. I decided it would be less painful to just wake him up.

"Sherlock, Sherlock?" I whispered in his ear. I looked at his face so calm and peaceful, he looked sweet this way.

"Mpphhhpphh," he grunted into the pillow.

"Sherlock? Wake up please we need to get up." I said still looking at his face. His cheekbones were so defined and his skin looked to smooth and soft. But his lips were full and plump, so kissable....

His green eyes fluttered open and stared down at me. I quickly averted my gaze away from his face, but had no where else to look, so I soon found myself drowning in his gorgeous pools of green/blue eyes once again.

"Good morning." I said trying to focus myself on other things that didn't have to do with my sexual attraction to my friend.

"Oh uh, yes, yes good morning Addy." he said still not making any move to release me.

"Uhm Sherlock?" I started awkwardly.

"Yes.."

"Would you mind letting me go please, my side hurts and I need to take my medication. " it wasn't a total lie, my side did hurt.

"Yes oh dear!" He said leaping out of bed leaving the cold air to fill his warm spot."I need to take care of you! You just lay there and rest I'll get your medication," he ran out of the room, but grabbed the door frame and his head popped back in, "I'll be right back!"

"Oh God Sherlock I'm fine." I called as I slowly crawled out of bed. I walked into his living room and curled up on a big chair with a blanket over the back. I pulled the blanket around me and cuddle up into the chair.

"Here Addy take this." he said handing me a cup of water and my pills. "Oh and uhm here's the remote, and oh I'll put on some tea, oh are you hungry? I'll make breakfast!" He was talking one hundred miles a minute. I grabbed his wrist gentley and he froze.

"Calm down." I said "Breakfast would be great." A slow smile made its way across his face, then he nodded and I let him go. I turned the TV on and started flicking through channels.

Half an hour later I was in the kitchen cleaning up Sherlock's mess while I made him clear the table of all his science gadgets. Turns out Sherlock can't cook, at all. He can't even make eggs. Apparently it made sense that eggs just get thrown into a pan and slowly scramble themselves, because you know the shell just melts off. I'm just kidding that is not how it works.

"Okay so today I'm going to teach you how to cook some essential things." I said.

"Well I don't understand why I must know this, can't we just go out?"

"No you need to know how to cook, at least you need to know the basics."

"But this information is not important, what is the point of knowing this if every other ordinary person already knows it, and I could just ask someone off the street to do it?"

"Because smart ass, eating out costs money, knowing how to cook means eating and eating is essential to life, and most strangers won't cook for random people." I said turning my back to him and turning the oven on.

"Fine I have nothing better to do.... did you just call me a smart ass?" I snickered and shook my heard before turning and walking around him to get to the fridge.

I opened the door and found a frozen head staring back at me. I screamed and slammed the door, I bent over and put my head between my knees trying to regain my breathe. Sherlock ran to me and put his hands on my shoulders.

"What? What is the matter?" He asked worried.

"Why is there a God damned head in the damn refridgerator!?!" I screamed slowly opening the door and slaming it shut again after making sure ther was actually a head in the fridge.

Sherlock chuckled and shook his head, "Let me get this straight you have tortured and killed people in some of the most violent ways possible, but you are screaming over a head?"

"YES!!!" I yelled sitting down, "For one thing I never admire my work after I have killed somebody. Secondly heads are not supposed to be kept with food! And third I was not expecting to see a head in a fridge so it shocked me."

He sat down next to me and patted my leg, "So do I still have to learn how to cook?" he asked me hopefully.

I was about to say no, fed up with his shinnanagins. But an evil smile crawled its way on my face and I shook my head, "Of course you do! we can just head over to my place where there are no surprising body parts."

His face fell and he huffed standing up, 'Fine." He held out his hand and helped me up.

"Tell John to come to mine after work." I said setting the table.

'Can't my hands are busy." he said shaking the pan and throwing seasonings in it. I snicked like the mature adault that I was.

"What? What's so funny?" He asked cnfused.

"Nothing its just that your hands are 'Busy'," I said quoting him. He rolled his eyes but chuckled and I heard him mumble something along the lines of 'real mature'.

"Why don't you just text him?" he asked.

"I wont get a new phone until tomorrow." I said looking around for his phone, "I'll just use yours where is it at?"

"Uh in my poket." he said like it was ovious.

"Well can I have it?" I said holding my open palm next to him expectantly.

"Once again my hands are busy." He said giving me a smirk. He thinks he wins, psh well I'm not afraid so he can think again! I stuck my hand in his pant pocket and dug around but came out empty handed. "Not that one." He said snarkly, not removing his gaze from the pan he was holding. I huffed and moved to his other pocket which was also empty. Okay weird. I saw him smile at the look of confusion on my face. "Wrong again." I huffed and looked around. Then I saw it! I reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out his phone. I jumped up and down and did a little happy dance cluching the phone to me chest. "Good job, I see potential in you."

"Really?" I asked surprised by his compliment.

"No, but hey you are better than Anderson which makes you second to worst, so at least you are not the worst." He said shrugging his shoulders.

I laughed, 'Don't try to compliment people unless you are serious about it. Stick to deductions."

He smiled, "What if I deduct that somebody is beautiful or nice, then do I tell them?"

I paused "You should tell her, girls love it when guys tell them that kind of stuff, they go to bed at night and just lay there for hours thinking about it." I said seriously.

"And how, prey tell, do you know that I am talking about a girl?" he asked suddenly looking curious.

I looked him in the eye and gave him a picture perfect smile, "Because I am good at reading men." I winked and almost started laughing at the emotion written all over sherlock's face. He seemed confused and impressed, while at the same time I was almost positive I saw lust and wonder in his eyes, I couldn't really tell through because John came in right at that moment looking like he hand just ran a marathon.

"Sherlock" He breathed leaning on the door, "he has a brother..."