You open the door of 221b Baker Street, where you live with your flat mates Sherlock and John. You see Sherlock sitting in his chair and greet him with a "hey." He nods in reply. You ignore his rude behavior you've gotten used to it. You head to your room planning on doing some writing. (A/n Or whatever you want to do.) Before you get your door you hear Sherlock call you. You roll your eyes "Sherlock I'm not John I'm not getting something for you if you are closer." You walk over to him anyway, Sherlock is your best friend but you've liked him for a while now. You would do anything for him. Sherlock wasn't in his usual position, he was sitting normally but he looked sad. A look you had never seen before on him. "Sherl?" You say concerned for your curly haired friend. "Y/n I can trust you right?" He asks looking up at you eyes puffy. You nod your worry growing. Sherlocks long nimble fingers are shaking and he reaches for the buttons on his shirt. "Sherlock?" Your confused and you place a hand on his shaking ones. He looks up at you. "Y/n I need to show you something, I can't show John because I can't worry him more than I already do. Just don't be mad ok?" You nod and he starts to unbutton his shirt. He slips his shirt off his shoulders in one smooth move. He stands up and you let out a small gasp. "Sherlock" he has scars all over his back and chest. You reach out a lightly touch one. He winces. "S-sorry." You don't know what to say, when had this happened? "It's fine, it doesn't hurt it's just...memories" he sighs. "Sherlock I'm so sorry, h-how did this happen?"
He looks into your eyes. "While I was away, I was trying to dismantle Moriarity's web. It was important for me to dismantle it....even if I got hurt in the process." You take Sherlocks hand. "Your not mad?" He asks he looks close to tears. "Oh Sherlock, of course not." Your so close to him, and his bare chest. You can feel his chest rising and falling. "Sherlock I.." He leans in and kisses you, his hands cup your face. Your hands move to his chest. He pulls away. "S-sorry y/n," he shakes his head and slips his shirt back on, not even bothering to button it. "I don't know what happened." He scratches the back of his head. The one thing he did when he was nervous and the only thing you could deduce about him. You give him a smile and kiss him again. Just then John Watson walked into the door to find his two flat mates snogging, one half shirtless. "Um?" You fly away from Sherlock. "Well this is new" he smirks.
A/n: sorry really bad I'm watching Harry Potter at the same time just feel the need to update
