Lost Girl 🔍 (Sherlock x Reader) [EDITING]

Chapter 36: Serviettes and RSVP's

Your POV (I'LL DO SHERLOCK SOON I SWEAR!!)

Sherlock, Mary and I were sitting around the living room. Mary and I were super calm and laid-back about the organization of the wedding, but Sherlock was organizing the hell out of this wedding. This brought out the dorky side of him, and I thought it was the most adorable thing ever.

"Schedule the organ music to begin at precisely 11.48." Sherlock quick-fired, looking towards Mary and I.

"But the rehearsal's not for another two weeks." Mary pressed, looking towards me for help. Mary knew about Sherlock and I, and she knew that he would listen to me. He said himself that I drove him crazy.

"Yeah, Sherlock just calm down." I said playfully, leaning my head on his shoulder and snuggling up next to him.

"Calm? I am calm. I'm extremely calm."

"Let's get back to the reception, come on." I teased, pulling his arm up in attempt to lift him up. He groaned playfully and reluctantly gave into my attempted dragging. He sighs and walks over to the table where Mary was.

She happily hands him one of the many RSVP cards that were scattered around the table. "John's cousin, top table?"

"Hmm... hates you, can't even bare to think about you."

"Seriously?"

"Second class post, cheap card... bought at a petrol station. Look at the stamp: three attempts at licking. She's obviously unconsciously retaining saliva." Sherlock quick fired while feeling around the card. I smiled up at him, I loved it when he deduced. I just hoped that it wouldn't get him into any trouble.

"Let's stick her by the bogs." I said, smiling and looking at Mary. She smiled back while Sherlock leaned down and kissed me on the cheek.

"Oh yes, darling." He whispered, smiling and kissing me, oblivious to anyone else in the room. I gladly kissed back and wiped away the curls on his forehead.

"Erm..." Mary cleared her throat awkwardly, "Who else hates me?" Sherlock broke the kiss and immediately handed her a list with a long list of people on it. "Oh... great, thanks."

"Major James Sholto... who is he?" I asked, leaning over and looking at one of the people on the list.

"Oh, John's old commanding officer. I don't think he's coming."

"He'll be there." John intruded, looking down at his phone, looking for a case for Sherlock. "'My husband is three people.' It's interesting. Says he has three distinct patterns of moles on his skin."

"Identical triplets – one in half a million births. Solved it without leaving the flat. Now, serviettes." Sherlock quick-fires as I release his arm. He stands up and reaches under the table, pulling out a trey of two different types of serviettes. "Swan, or Sydney Opera House?"

"Where did you learn how to do that?" I asked in awe, staring at the perfectly folded shapes in front of us.

"Many unexpected skills required in the field of criminal investigation..."

"Fibbing, Sherlock." I said, looking up at his blue-colored eyes while he blushed.

"I once broke an alibi by demonstrating the exact severity of..."

"I'm not John, remember? I can tell when you're fibbing."

He smiled at me and started to walk towards me. "Why do you have to be so smart?"

"No, no, no. Don't do that. Don't change the subject and use that voice. You know you make me weak at the knees." I teased back, walking slowly towards him as well.

"Fine. I learned it on YouTube." He gave up, an exasperated look on his face. I smiled, knowing that I'd won.

"Opera house, please." Mary said, then reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone. "Ooh, hang on I'm buzzing. Hello?" She listens for a second, then stands. "Oh, hi, Beth! Yeah, yeah, don't see why not." She said, walking into the kitchen. John's eyes lift from his phone and he stands as well.

"Actually, if that's Beth, it's probably for me to. Hang on." He says, walking into the kitchen after Mary.

I smirked to myself as Sherlock sat cross-legged like a child in front of the coffee table. "You're so cute." I giggled, sitting next to him and placing a kiss on his cheek.

"I love you too." He whispered, picking up one of the cloths and starting to fold it. I closed my eyes and leaned into his shoulder as I heard John and Mary murmuring softly in the kitchen.

He continues to fold until I heard John come back into the living room. As I opened my eyes, I saw at least seven serviettes folded across the floor. "That just sort of... happened." Sherlock said, gesturing towards the Sydney Opera House serviettes.

"Sherlock... (Y/N)... Guys..."  John said, smiling down at us. Sherlock and I stand, looking at John.

"I've smelled eighteen different perfumes; I've sampled... nine different slices of cake which all tasted identical; I like the bridesmaids in purple..."

"Lilac." I interrupted, unwrapping my hand from Sherlock's arm and sitting down at the dining room table.

"Um, there are no more decisions left to make. I don't even understand the decisions that we have made. I'm faking opinions and it's exhausting, so please, before she comes back..." he pleads, activating his phone and putting it in Sherlock's face. "...pick something."

"Pick what?"

"A case! Your inbox is bursting. Just... get me out of here."

"You want to go on a case. N-now?"

"C'mon Sherlock! It'll be fun to take a break from all this wedding shit." I said, standing up and pressing the phone into Sherlock's chest. "Please."

"Don't worry about a thing... I'll get you out of this." He coaxed, looking deeply at his inbox. "Oh. Uniform fetishist. 'All the nice girls like a soldier.'"

"It's sailor, Sherlock. And Bainbridge thinks his stalker is a bloke." I said as he still looks at the phone.

"Let's go investigate? Please?" John presses, his eyes widening as if in a big hurry, which he was. The poor man just needed some time where he wasn't high on perfume.

"'Elite Guard.'" Sherlock read aloud.

"Forty enlisted men and officers."

"Why this particular Grenadier? Curious." Sherlock said, looking up from the phone and smirking.

"Now, you're talking." John said, smiling and taking his phone back. Sherlock nodded towards me as we made our way towards the door just as Mary walked back in.

"Er, we're just going to ... We need, um, Sherlock to help us choose some, er... socks."

"...ties." "...a dress...?" Sherlock and I said simultaneously, both of us terrible liars.

"Let's go with socks, yeah?" Mary said, ignoring our lies and letting us go. "That'll take a while, right?"

"My... coat... is in the kitchen right?" John asked, walking into the kitchen as Mary nodded.

Sherlock walked closer to Mary. "Just going to take him out for a bit – run him." Sherlock whispered, and Mary smiled encouragingly.

"You said you'd find him a case!"

"C'mon Sherlock!" John called from the kitchen, looking at me in the hallway.

"Coming." Sherlock said, walking out into the hallway, turning back only to give Mary a big thumbs up.

We ran down the stairs and out the door, and I saw the words forming on his lips before he even had to say them.

The game is on.

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