Sherlock x Reader: Mystery At The Museum

Time to Go to Work

It has been two weeks since the whole Asp Poison incident and ever since Sherlock has been taking care of you every step of the way. 

Now I was up on my feet and enjoying my time with the boys. 

It was a Monday morning when I decided I needed to head back to the museum. Sherlock wasn't home so I told John that I would be heading to the museum to finish up the exhibit. 

Your POV

"You sure you want to go back there. After everything that happened?" asks John. 

"Of course John. The exhibit isn't going to finish itself and Mr. Wickles would have wanted it to be done. If Sherlock is looking for me, you know where I am."

I hail a cab on the way out and head towards the museum. Once there I observed all the things that were done and realized the only thing that had to be completed was the Hatshepsut exhibit. (She was a real queen)

I began to work on the restoration of a Hatshepsut statue. Since no one is here, I guess no one could hear me sing. I grab my phone and plug it up into a speaker. Music starts blaring and I start singing a song that describes my current situation perfectly - Hard Times by Paramore. 

All that I want
Is to wake up fine
Tell me that I'm alright
That I ain't gonna die  

As I'm singing, I don't even pay attention to anyone that enters the excavation room. 

Hard Times, gonna make you wonder why you even try. Hard times, gonna take you down and laugh when you cry. These lives and I still don't know how I even survive 

"You survive because your an amazing person that can handle any type situation you encounter."

I scream and just as I was about to throw a sharp object at whoever was behind me. A hand grabbed me and spun me around and dipped me low like in dancing.  

I was trying to reach another sharp object when I realized who the person was. 

"Sherlock, will you please stop sneaking up on me like a ninja."

"I can't help it, also I enjoy seeing your reactions; they're hilarious and cute," he says with a smirk.  

Even though I was blushing like a mad woman, I roll my eyes at him. "Okay, okay, now if you don't mind I have an exhibit that is not going to finish itself."

Once he let go, you went back to the statue, but I didn't continue singing. I don't like singing in front of people. 

"Why did you stop singing?" asks Sherlock. 

I smile to myself, "It's because I don't like singing in public."

Sherlock began spinning around in a chair, "Well, I don't know why. You have a great singing voice." 

I glared at him and continued working, then an idea popped up in your mind. 

"Since, you're still here why don't you help me with this exhibit. With the extra hands, this could be ready this weekend."

"Well, since you asked so nicely." 

After that, you guys started working and turns out working with Sherlock was quite fun. You two managed to get the work done and had a little fun. 

Just as the work was almost finished, one of my Spanish songs came on the playlist. It was Bailando by Enrique Iglesias (you can listen to the English version as well). This was my favorite dancing song. 

I started shaking my head to the beat enjoying every bit of it. 

As I was enjoying the song, I felt someone grab my hand and turn me around. 

"Sherlock, what are you doing?" I ask as my face turns into the shade of flaming hot Cheetos. (sorry I've been craving them a lot lately). 

"What does it look like I'm doing, I'm dancing with you. Honestly for an archaeologist your really bad at coming to conclusions."

Sherlock takes the lead and we begin to salsa dance. 

After a few moments, the dancing got pretty intense and my heart started to pound a million times faster. 

Trying not to look him in the eye I ask, "Do you even know what they're saying, Sherlock?"

"Por supuesto hago," (Of course I do) replies Sherlock. 

My blush grew even more because the song is about dancing with the one you love and how much you love them. 

Sherlock obviously noticed this because he had a huge smirk on his face. 

Scrunching up my face, I commented: "Why is your face like that Sherly?"

"It's because I've found out that I can put another person on my list of people I drive crazy, at least this person seems to enjoy my craziness. What do you think (F/N), should I add this person on my list?" 

The song ended and Sherlock had dipped you down again. He slowly began to pull you, never once breaking eye contact.  

I look up into his face and notice just how perfect this man is, his perfect hair, his perfect eyes and especially his perfect lips. 

Your faces were centimeters from each when you both turned your heads away. 

"Now that everything is done, I guess we can go home," says Sherlock. 

Turning away you grabbed your stuff, "Yeah ... I guess we can."

The cab ride home was quiet and we didn't get back until nightfall. 

Once the car stopped I quickly went into Sherlock's room and prepared for bed. Changing into a tank and shorts I heard a knock on the door. 

I get up to investigate, once the door opened you see Sherlock standing there. 

My eyes went wide, "What are you doing here Sherlock?"

His smirk returned, "Well this is my room (F/N)"

"Right...."

Before he said another word, I grab his shirt and pull him close to my face. 

"Why do you do these things to me Sherly?"

And wouldn't you know it you (F/N) (L/N) and Sherlock Holmes are kissing. 

At first, the kiss was slow, but then it got even more intense. 

He tries to ask for permission, to deepen the kiss but I tease him and denied access. 

Sherlock then pushes you up against the wall, I gasp and this gave him the chance to enter. 

The kiss went like this for a few more moments until you both needed air. 

"Well, that was....."

"Surprising," I finish his sentence. 

Before he could say anything else, you kiss him on the cheek and close the door in his face. 

On the other side, Sherlock just stands there with a mix of a shocked, annoyed and happy facial expression. 

Wow, what is this thing I'm feeling right now, and how dare she just walk away?

While on your side

My body slowly slides done the door until my butt reaches the ground. 

OMG, OMG, OMG, OMG Why did I DO THAT. I mean it was great, but what will I do now.