Sherlock's Human Error

Chapter 3

He was so handsome. The way he looked at me was mesmerising. The sexual tension filling the air around us. Before I knew it he was pinning me to the wall, leaving ravishing kisses on my-

"WHATS GOING ON?". I heard Greg shout. Helicopters. I could hear helicopters. And Police sirens. I sat bolt upright, fearing the worst. What had he done now? I ran out of bed and into the living room as quickly as possible. "Sherlock? Sherlock what is it?". I was worried. I was so worried. I looked at Lestrade confused as we both looked at the curly haired man, who was sitting at his desk with his head in his hands. "This is hard. Really hard. The hardest thing i've ever had to do." He said as he picked up a book, showing us the front cover; How to write an unforgettable best mans speech. "Do you know any funny stories about John?" he asked. "What?", Lestrade and I said simultaneously. "I need anecdotes. Didn't get into any trouble did you?", he asked Lestrade, referring to the police sirens in the background".

I cant believe I was doing this. The only time we were this close was in my, erm, dream. We were dancing around the living room to Sherlock's composition that he was going to play at John and Mary's wedding. I heard the door open and Sherlock glanced towards it, with me still in his grasp. "Shut up, Mrs Hudson". "I haven't said a word", she replied, with laughter in her voice. "I was composing", Sherlock replied. "You were dancing, with Amy", Mrs Hudson said. I blushed a little at her comment. Hopefully Sherlock didn't notice. 

"So, it's the big day then!", Mrs Hudson said, in an excited tone. I grinned at the thought of watching my best friend getting married to the woman he loves. "What big day?", Sherlock asked. "The wedding!", I answered, obviously shocked at his question. He looked at me and said "Two people who currently live together are about to attend church, have a party, go on a short holiday, then carry on living together. What's big about that?". "It changes people, marriage", Mrs Hudson replied. A few meaningless words from Sherlock later and Mrs Hudson was gone. I heard something about leaving a wedding early and biscuits mentioned but that was about it. He closed the door and turned to me. 

"Amy. I feel like I need to apologise to you. Bearing in mind, I don't apologise often, you should feel lucky on this rare occasion", Sherlock said in a soft tone. I stiffened in my seat. I knew this was about the bomb incident. "Sherlock, it's fine. Honestly. Don't worry", I said quickly getting up and walking in the direction of my room. As I walked past him, he grabbed my wrist and stopped me from going any further. "Please. I realised that when you kissed me, when we were down with the bomb, that you possibly feel a form of sentiment towards me?", he sort of questioned. Tears were forming in my eyes as I remembered just how embarrassing that moment was. I only kissed his cheek, but that was my way of expressing my feelings towards him, and he knew that too. "Amy", he said softly and he raised his hand to wipe away my tears. I grabbed his hand and pushed it out of the way, releasing myself from his grasp and continuing to my room to get ready for the big day. I was so excited to be one of Mary's bridesmaids.

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The ceremony was beautiful. Everyone was smiling. Even Sherlock occasionally. Although, he wasn't smiling at John and Mary, he was smiling at Mary's friend Janine. It was a sort of friendly, but flirty smile. What was he doing? I felt jealous, and slightly angry, but we're not together, I shouldn't care. But I do.

We all followed Mary and John out of the church, ready to take pictures and throw the confetti. I was talking to Tom and Molly when I noticed Janine talking to Sherlock, so I excused myself to try and get closer to the pair, without them realising I was eavesdropping. "I'm so pleased to meet ya", she said with the hint of her Irish accent coming through. "But no sex, okay?", she questioned. Sherlock was immediately alarmed "Sorry?". "You don't have to look so scared, I'm only messing". They continued to talk, and I overheard Sherlock pointing out different men that Janine could 'hook up with' by the end of the night. "Mr Holmes, you're going to be incredibly useful", Janine said, smirking.