I was walking around in London. It was cold, a really cold night, and the snow was falling. My dark hair wasn't that dark anymore. I think I looked a little bit like a "wannabe snowman". I was all alone in the streets. Not even a bird was flying around. Everybody were sleeping in their warm beds, cuddling and watching stupid romantic movies. I felt like I was the only person who existed in this stupid world. People didn't care about me anyway. I moved from Denmark to England about six months ago, so I was all by myself in London. I was walking around, listening to the soundtrack from Sherlock - My absolut favorite series at the moment! I felt stronger while listening to that soundtrack. It was brilliant! I closed my eyes, and forgot to look after myself. It was only me and the music.
Suddenly I heard a big crash, and I fell. Down in the snow. I blacked out, and the only thing I remembered, were the soundtrack still playing in my head. I felt a warm hand on my forhead, and I opened my eyes. I was still laying in the snow, but somebody was looking me in the eyes. "Miss, are you alright? Can you hear me?" He sounded worried. I tried to stand up, but I couldn't. My body and brain were having a argument about, what I should do at that exact moment. "I'm so, so sorry. Are you sure you're alright?" The person asked again. I looked him in the eyes. His eyes were so beautiful. They looked like the ocean. So deep and intense. He looked really worried. "Well.. yeah, I think so. But .. but i can't get up" I said, after a while. He took my hand, and helped me up. I colapsed again, as soon as I tried to stand up. He grabed me, before I crashed to the ground. Again.
He sat down, with me in his arms. Just looking at me, while I tried to figure out, what had happend. "I'm so terribly sorry" he said again. "Who are you?" I asked with confusion. "My name is Benedict. It was me, who was driving the car. I didn't saw you. And suddenly, you were on the ground". He bite himself in his lip, and looked miserable. When I heard the name Benedict I paniced. Was it really him? It was hard to see. I was still a bit dissy, and it was pretty dark outside. "Benedict Cumberbatch? I asked, and regret it the second after. He smiled a bit, and looked at me. "Yes" he said. "I was listening to the Sherlock soundtrack, and suddenly I'm sitting here with you. I'm getting really confused now". I just looked at him with wonder. He started laughing, and helped me up, so I could sit next to him. I took my hand up to my forehead. There was an instant pain, and when I took my hand down, I saw blood. "Arhhhh", was the only thing I could say. Benedict took of his scarf, and used it to stop the blood flow. I looked at him. He was wearing the same outfit as Sherlock Holmes. His hair was dark and curly. "Were you on your way home from set?" I asked with a smile on my face, while staring at his hair. "Yeah, I was. Is that so easy to figure out?" he said ironical.
We've been talking for hours in his car. We were talking about Sherlock, all the fans.. Talking about me, and why I've been chosen London instead of somewhere else in the world. He was so sweet. So generous. And such a gentleman! "You wanna go to my place and drink some tea?" he asked, while looking at the scratch I've got in my forehead after the fall. I couldn't believe it. He was asking me, if I wanted to go to his place. "Sure, I would love to" I said, trying to hide my big smile. He smiled at me, and started the car.
"Just sit down, and make yourself comfortable" he said. He took of the famous coat, and revealed a white tight shirt. His body was amazing. Fit and a bit muscular. I blushed, but I didn't think he saw it. When he came back, he had tea and some icecubes with him. He carefully placed the icecubes on my forehead. "Better?" he asked. "Much better.. Thanks" I looked at him. He was so attractive. And those famous cheekbones.
I looked around in his livingroom. It was so cosy and friendly. Suddenly I realised he was looking at me. Not just for a second or two. But really looking at me. I looked at him, and our eyes met. He came closer, and laid his hand on my cheek. He came even closer. My heart was beating really fast. I thought he might heard it, but he didn't say anything. He was just looking at me, like I was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. I bit my lip, and he was suddenly laying on top of me. He kissed me. It was a very intense and soft kiss. He kissed me again, and again and again. "Again, I'm sorry" he whispered, in the middle of a kiss. "Shut up, and kiss me" I said, while laughing. He unbuttoned his shirt. We were just laying there on the couch making out. He was so perfect. His hands on my cheek, on my hips. Just everywhere. It felt so right. My fingers went through his curly hair. There was nothing else but him in that moment.
The next morning I woke up next to him, on his couch. His arms were around me, and I could feel his breath on my neck. I turned around and looked at him. He looked so peaceful. He opened his eyes slowly, and looked at me. "Goodmorning beautiful". His fingers went through my long hair. I kissed him. "Are you feeling OK today?" He asked. I could hear the feeling of guilt in his voice. "I'm fine. You made me feel so much better last night" I said, while blushing a bit. "I've never been together with a consulting detective before" I couldn't stop laughing. He was laughing in his sinister way, and looking at me, like he was going to tease me in a moment. "You wanna try again?" he said, and kissed me on my neck. "I would love to", I said. He started kissing me all the way down to my feet, and ended up at my neck again. I moaned, and I felt like the happiest girl in the world.
