Pluviophile: A Sherlock fan-fiction

Chapter 5 - The Streets

Thief

How rude.

Liz Turner was walking aimlessly round the streets of London, churning over the following evening's antics in her mind. She pondered over Sherlock's possible thought process' to arrive at that shoddily assumed conclusion.

A thief. She thought.

Obviously. How else do you live a life on the streets of London? Wallets, Jewellery, watches: you name it, Liz'll have it. Pawners take pretty much anything these days. Which is good news for her and her fellow homeless friends because pawners equal moneys, and money equals food.

She was walking towards Hyde Park when she spotted him: his tall physique virtually unmissable amongst the busy crowds. She pretended she hadn't noticed Sherlock and continued on her way. The next thing she knew, she was stumbling sideways after being shoved by a passer by. She stopped to assess the situation, anger bubbling inside her as she turned around to face the ignorant idiot who wasn't watching where they were going. She whipped her head round only to be met once again by the infinite multicolour pools residing within Sherlock's irises.

She raised her eyebrow.

'Who's the thief now?'

'Ahh you're good. You're very good.' He replied with a smirk, holding out his hand and showing Liz his palm. Resting neatly within his pale grasp was the watch Liz's sister, Veronica, gave her for her 18th birthday: the only possession she had left from her previous life and family.

'I see you've got some tricks of your own up your sleeve, Mr Holmes' Liz commented as she gracefully placed the watch back upon her wrist, it's ticking hands once more reminding her of a life once lived.

Sherlock chuckled: his deep laughter travelling through Elizabeth like electricity.

'You know, I'm not what you think I am.' Liz stated carefully, not wishing to face Sherlock's anger again any time soon.

'Mmm I know. I arrived at that conclusion last night. It seems to me that you, Miss Turner, have a rather negative effect on my deductional skills'

'Oh I'm flattered!' Liz replied with a laugh, 'I've defeated the great Sherlock Holmes!' She beamed.

'Why didn't you tell me? When I was making a scene in the bar?' He questioned as his face contorted into a look of guilt.

'I tried!' Liz cried, 'but you were having none of it!'

He paused, realising his mistakes. 'I am deeply sorry about that,' he apologised, 'If I hadn't have been jumping to so many conclusions I would have noticed your real situation.'

Liz scoffed, 'Being homeless isn't a situation, Sherlock. It's a lifestyle. One, I might add, which you play a very big role in. If I'm being totally honest without you I would have been dead months ago.'

'Well I'm glad I could help. And I shall continue to do so in every way I can. If you need any extra money...'

'No no no' Liz interrupted. 'I don't want any more help than any other members of your homeless network. They're my family now, so I don't want them to cast me out for being 'your favourite'.'

'Of course, of course. Sorry. Just let me know, okay? If you need anything. Anything at all'

'Thank you Sherlock'

As their discussion ground to a halt, a bitter awkwardness crept its way between the two. Still stood in the middle of the street, it engulfed their conversation until both parties had resorted to shuffling feet and shifting eyes.

Sherlock raised his gaze timidly until his eyes locked on Liz's: losing one another in each other's presence. Suddenly Sherlock stepped closer to Liz, looking behind him to move out the way of an angry businessman rushing past. Yet as he turned back towards Liz, she realised they were now mere inches apart.

A small smile began to creep onto Sherlock's lips as he begun to lean in, causing Liz's heart to skip a beat.

'Your pupils,' he whispered seductively, never breaking eye contact with her. 'They're dilated.'

And with that his lips came crashing down upon hers, their lips moving in sync immediately. Eyes closed, hands in hair, moving as one they stood in the streets of London- totally unaware of anything around them. All that in that moment was the two of them. The rest of the world melted away around them as they kissed.

The frantic desperation died down and the kiss evolved into a soft, sweet, passionate show of emotions as Liz's hands made their way into Sherlock's silky, ebony curls.

Her cheeks flushed and her heart rate rocketed as Sherlock pulled away gently, eyes still closed: coal eyelashes fanning out across his pale cheekbones.

Wow.

Sherlock's eyes fluttered open to meet Liz's. He smiled bashfully and chuckled, pulling out of her grasp. 'I guess I'll see you around then' he said and with a wink he disappeared into the crowd, leaving a dumbfounded Elizabeth stood alone.

Still in shock she made her way into the park and sat down on the first bench that presented itself. Once she had calmed her breathing down she finally began to process what just happened. Yet as she went about her days duties there was only one thought in her mind.

That was..... amazing.

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Liz awoke the next morning to bright, strong sunbeams dashing across her face. She groaned and rolled over, trying to shield her face from the harsh light. Accepting she wasn't returning to the peaceful realms of slumber until the following evening, she groggily clambered out of her sleeping bag until she was stood stretching against the tube station walls. The cramp seizing her back was growing increasingly painful as she moved, forcing her to stop and sit down once more until it passed.

As she sat on the cold, hard concrete, warm memories of Sherlock washing over her. His lips. His hair. His face. All now defining Liz's perception of beauty to a tee. He was.... stunning.

But this surely couldn't work, could it? After all, he was her employer! And what would her friends say? And how would she tell them!?

Oh by the way I snogged the face off they guy who tells us to stalk on people. That okay?

This was going to be difficult....

She smirked.

But totally worth it....

A/N

Eyyyyyyyyyyyyy

How'd you find that, eh? This chapter's actually normal length (ish) to compensate for my ridiculously short chapters previously.

Soooo hope you enjoy!

Lotta love <3