Sherlock Imagines

SH - Affection

Worc count: 760

It was quiet in 221B. Well, mostly. Sherlock was bored, run dry out of cases. He had mostly been pacing around the room and lying on the couch while you sat in John's chair, which was practically yours now, reading. The only sounds were Sherlock's rhythmic footsteps and the occasional rustling of paper when you turned the page. Sherlock flopped down on the couch again. "Bored!" he whined.

You glanced at the man-child, momentarily setting down your book. "What would you like me to do about that?" you asked your boyfriend, leaning back and crossing your legs. He turned his head to stare at you for a moment before abruptly standing up and taking a seat on his chair. He leaned forward in the chair and his fingers curled around your wrists as he pulled you to him for a passionate kiss.

It took you by surprise. Boy, did it take you by surprise. Sherlock Holmes, initiating a heated kiss? I mean, sure every so often he'd give you a peck. You thought he'd grown to like a little affection, but this? Boy, it surprised you.

You hesitated, not knowing what to do with your hands before resting your hands on his neck by his jawline and letting your eyelids close. You didn't want this moment to end. With Sherlock's hands on your waist, the gesture seemed to last forever in your mind. But Sherlock pulled away after nearly half a minute, which seemed to pass too quickly, leaving you wanting more. You opened your eyes.

Sherlock held a facial expression you'd never seen on him before. He was quite flustered, cheeks rosy red. He quickly folded his hands in his lap and cleared his throat. He abruptly stood up again. "It was for an experiment," he mumbled, starting to walk away. But you grabbed ahold of his sleeve until he looked at you, glancing toward your hand.

"Is everything okay?" you asked with a soft smile. You could never see it, but Sherlock absolutely melted every time you looked at him like that with such a warm countenance. "Yes," he breathed. Though the word was monotone, you could detect the slightest bit of embarrassment in his voice. You slid your hand down from his sleeve to gently hold his hand. His hands were always warm compared to yours, which were cold all of the time. So his hand was warm, but also slightly clammy.

"Come on, Sherlock," you pleaded. "You can tell me anything. I know when something's up with you, but I can't deduce everything like you can."

He sighed and looked around the room as he thought for a moment. He finally walked around to the front of your chair, holding both of your hands to pull you up and tightly hold you against him. You rubbed his back with your small hand as he held you close. He pulled away after a few minutes of just you two standing there in a warm embrace, but still held your hand. He now looked at your hand in his as he spoke. He mumbled something so quietly in his deep voice that you couldn't understand him. "Come again?"

He took in a breath, as if it was challenging for him to say this. He mumbled again and halfway through the sentence, stopped and shook his head. So you had to guess what he said. You took his previous actions into account and pondered on this as you watched Sherlock fiddle with your hand and you figured it out.

"Sherlock," you started, almost at a whisper. "Are you touch deprived?"

He was silent for a few seconds and stopped messing with your hand. "Yes, it seems so."

This threw you off more than the kiss, if you were honest. Sherlock wanted affection? If it were anyone else, it wouldn't have been surprising. But this was Sherlock. Then again, you had to remind yourself that Sherlock was somewhat human.

It was a new feeling for you to not have to resist the urge to touch Sherlock. Even just running your fingers through his curly locks had become enough for you, but now you could hug and kiss him any time you wanted. One thing you didn't expect from this whole situation was that Sherlock became flustered whenever you nonchalantly did these things. You had the power to tease Sherlock Holmes, a man who could count the number of people he could tolerate on one hand.

(A/N) sorry that's all for this one. Christmas imagine soon hopefully!