Lost Girl 🔍 (Sherlock x Reader) [EDITING]

Chapter 9: Skin You

Your POV

I squeezed my eyes shut as I braced for the bomb to explode. I was ready to die for Sherlock Holmes. John grips my hand tighter.

All of a sudden, the song "Stayin' Alive" breaks the tension in the air. The song kept playing as I opened my eyes, already filled with tears.

Sherlock looks back at us, a confused look on his face. I give him the same look, shrugging my shoulders, John loosens his grip on my hand, though he squeezes my shoulder. I see Jim roll his eyes and sigh.
"D'you mind if I get that?"
"No, no please. You've got the rest of your life." Sherlock says nonchalantly, and I cover my mouth, trying my hardest not to smile. Sherlock looks away from Jim, smirking at me.
"Hello? ... Yes, of course it is. What do you want?" He mouths 'sorry' at Sherlock, and Sherlock sarcastically mouths 'No, it's fine...'
I still try my hardest not to giggle. It was always a weird coping mechanism of mine; giggling at the most serious of situations. Jim slides his foot around, yet turns around suddenly, face full of fury.
"SAY THAT AGAIN!!" He screamed into his phone. "Say that again. And know that if you're lying to me, I will find you and I will ssssssssskinnnn you." He hissed. I cringed in a momentary second of fear, once again squeezing John's hand. Sherlock briefly looks back at us, a defensive look on his face. "Wait." He said into the phone.
He lowers the phone, walking towards the bomb vest. Sherlock adjusts his grip on the gun. "Sorry, wrong day to die."
    "Oh! Did you get a better offer?" Sherlock said almost sarcastically. Jim looks down at the phone, then slowly begins to walk away.
    "You'll be hearing from me Sherlock." He said, strolling towards the exit. "So if you have what you say you have, I will make you rich. If you don't, I'll make you into shoes." He reached the exit and stopped before he walked out, he raised his free hand and snapped his fingers.
   The red dots on us disappeared, Sherlock frantically looked around once Jim had vanished from sight. John and I breathed out a sigh of relief. He took his arm out from around me and let go of my hand. I looked at Sherlock to see that he was looking at me.
   "What happened there?" Asked John.
   "Someone changed his mind, question is: who?" He smirked at me and I smiled at him, pulling myself up and walking towards him. He pulled me into an embrace when I reached him. I was so close to him, I could feel his heartbeat on my own chest. He squeezed me tight for a few seconds, and for a few moments, his heartbeat pounded and became faster. He then released me.
    I pulled back and saw a pink blush spread across his cheeks, but he controlled it as it disappeared in a few seconds. I tucked my hair behind my ear as he smiled at me once more. I blushed, his smile was so cute. I smiled back.
   "Then who, Mr. Holmes?"
   "I have absolutely no idea." He said almost cockily, staring at me with an intensity that I couldn't describe.
   John cleared his throat awkwardly, standing up. "Alright, love birds. Let's get out of here." Sherlock glared at John, and John threw his arms up in surrender as he walked away.
   Sherlock threw his arm around me as we walked to the exit of the pool, following John. He ruffled my hair, smiling down at me. I giggled, leaning my head on his shoulder as we walked into the night sky.