Sherlock x OC - The Black Masquerade Mask (Book 1)

Chess

Here's a slightly long chapter, I tried to make Sherlock's POV sound like him as much as I could. 

"I didn't realize I was inflicting pain on your wrists I apologize" Sherlock started this time quiet and composed. I nodded picking my backpack up and opened the bedroom door. "Where are you going?" Sherlock arched an eyebrow "You can't leave" He stated simply trying to sound mean, but failing. I turned around, his hand on the bedroom door I arched an eyebrow at him "What?" "I believe you're being paid for staying here, so you can't really walk out" Sherlock said nervously.

"Ah, is that all? Because I'm being paid to babysit your ass?"

He cleared his throat. "Uhmm yes" I smirked at him "So you're saying you want me to stay huh?" I teased him. He rolled his eyes at me "Yes" "Alright then, I won't leave" I smiled at him.

One minute we were bitching at each other and the other he was him convincing me to stay regardless of what just happened. Sherlock was certainly a character. He didn't do feelings, he wasn't good with feelings. But I understood everything he did, his actions were clear to me.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" He snapped me out of my thoughts. "How much is the fee again for staring at you" I arched an eyebrow at him smirking. "You want some tea?" He cleared his throat again trying to look away. "Yeah, tea sounds good" I said while he opened the door both of us walking out like nothing happened.

"Oh good glad you two made up, I hope you resolved your differences?" John asked looking at the two of us. "Wow, is there a version of you saying that without sounding like a dad?" I asked smirking at him. Sherlock and I chuckled while John looked at us and rolled his eyes "Yeah bring the dad jokes on" He said. "Don't think we can John, dad jokes are for you" Sherlock said smirking.

"Wow, you're joking around now? I swear a second ago I heard you screaming your lungs out Sherlock" John said annoyed.

The rest of the night was very peaceful for once, all of us had dinner. We chatted a little bit and everything was perfect. Literally perfect, I enjoyed these little moments because I knew soon I'm going to be under stress. I was on the phone right now playing chess. "DAMN IT!" I screamed at my phone smacking the table. I gained looks from John who was on the laptop and Sherlock who was watching TV.

"What happened?" John asked. "I keep losing at chess, do you think Mycroft bugged my phone so I would never win at chess? He always beat me at chess in his office" I complained. Sherlock turned the tv off and turned to me. "Let's play, you and I" He suggested. "Why so you beat me at chess too?" I asked rolling my eyes. "I'll teach you some tricks, what to start with, how to use the soldiers, horses and everything else against him" Sherlock explained amused.

I knew his purpose was to train me enough to beat Mycroft, just so he could piss him off. "Sounds good to me" I said excited. I could've sworn I saw Sherlock smile at my excitement but it left his face quickly, he always had to act composed and like nothing could touch him. But that's Sherlock.

"So how do we start?"

We played for hours, Sherlock taught me a lot of things and anytime I did a wrong move he would start scolding me like "Didn't I tell you not to do that?" and more of those came along. He was taking the game seriously and he really knew how to win. Every second passing by was absolute bliss. I never realized how soft I sounded until this chess game.

My thoughts on Sherlock had evolved a lot from the first time we met till now, sure we fight a lot but it's different now. He hates to admit it but he cares about me now, and I do too. Of course I do. I yawned as we finished our last game, he beat me all times but it was fine because I've come close to beat him a couple of times.