Chemicals And Deduction: Sherlock X Reader

Nine

The car pulls up in front of 221b, but you are still asleep and your head is still on Sherlock's shoulder. You feel him turn around and attempt to move, but he doesn't have the heart to wake you up. You vaguely hear him talking to the driver but it doesn't rouse you from your sleep, what does rouse you though, is Sherlock leaving your side then picking you up out of the car and carrying you in through the door of the Baker Street apartment, where yo- Sherlock is greeted by a small squeal. "Sherlock, what have you done this time!" It was more of a statement than a question, from Mrs. Hudson, you recognise the voice from earlier. 

"This time it wasn't me, Mrs. Hudson." He leans in closer to her whilst turning, leading to you being facing away from her, as if half shielding you, half excluding you. "A little to much to drink," So he's going for that you passed out to explain this, fair enough.

"Ah," She says and turns away to leave Sherlock to look after you. The two of you head up the stairs, not wobbling once, it surprises you how strong he actually is. There is a slightly awkward moment when Sherlock realises that he can't open the door without having to put you down. You hear him curse under his breath. 

"John!" He calls

"Yes?"

"I can't open the door," 

"Why not?" 

"I have my arms full, just come and open it!" There is a science for a moment, before footsteps and then the door opening. You can sense Johns eyes flicker from you to Sherlock and back again, several hundred times before...

"What the hell Sherlock? What happened?" John flickers through a range of several emotions through the mere two sentences. First confusion, then rage, pity and sympathy for you, annoyance, confusion again and he ended the sentence remembering earlier and stifling a laugh, presuming that you weren't in a fatal condition.  

"It wasn't me, she passed out, drunk, remember?" He barged past the sniggering but slightly concerned John, through the living room and kitchen and into his dimly lit bedroom. He gently lies you down on the bed before closing the door, most likely to avoid John interrupting but raising his suspicions, even though he most likely believed that you did pass out drunk and wasn't aware that you made out in a side street. He sits down on the bed next to you. "I know you're awake, you don't have to pretend now," you roll over to face him.

"I don't know what you are on about I am drunk and have passed out." You say, eyes still screwed tightly shut. You move your hand to your head as if you had fainted and shuffle your body over so you sit 'paint me like one of your french girls' style, let out a small laugh and swing your feet off the side of the bed, to take ur shoes off. His arms snake their way around you pulling you closer to him. You willingly let him.

"Yeah thanks for sticking to that idea, I don't really know what I would have said otherwise. For some reason it is more normal for me to come home with someone unconscious than it is coming home with someone that's conscious." 

"I can think why someone would think that," you snort, "But honestly, i don't see why you don't just tell John that you got what you wanted" You raise your eyebrow at him and smirk, something that you knew would make him blush which, of course, it did. 

"Why don't you tell him that you got what you wanted?" You pull yourself backwards, so you could see his face properly and cross your arms. 

"How do you know you are what I want and that I'm not just using you?" As soon as the words leave your mouth Sherlock takes your arms and spins you round, so that he can pin them to the bed, making you do a small squeal,not expecting the sudden moment. He kicks one leg over you so he's straddling your hips. You know he's mostly doing it to show that he's still in control of the situation, but you can't help but feel your heart rate quicken as nose touches nose and you feel his breath on your lips. He waits a beat, possibly realising the situation that he has gotten himself into, before he kisses you...