Clara POV:
It's been about a week since the shooting in the woods, four days since I last saw Mycroft or in fact heard from him and five days since me and Sherlock had sex and got together. Everything was fine, right now I was lying down in my own bed with Sherlocks arms wrapped around me, he was in fact asleep where as I wasn't.
I looked at my phone to see the time which was three in the morning, then I noticed I got a text and fro no other than the boss.
"Your next mission is Mark Philip Journey, this is your last target and your last pay. After that destroy all evidence that you have worked for me, including this phone. You have a day to kill this next subject. The Boss."
I put my phone down and got out of bed, making sure to be really quiet as to not grab Sherlocks attention. I pull one of his long shirts over my shoulders, doing up the buttons as I make my way down the stairs and into the kitchen. When I reach the kitchen, I pull out a bottle of 'Jack Daniels' and a glass before sitting down at the kitchen counter and turning on my laptop.
Once my laptop has loaded, I enter my work password 'DaDdY' and load up the internet. I need to know who this Mark Philip Journey is, and what part he plays in the government. Once I've finished my research, I learn that Mark Journey has something to do with financing and everything like that and has made a few trips into Parliment. I don't really care for the little details, all I want to know really is what he looks like so I don't miss my target.
Just as I log off my work account and log onto my personal account Sherlock is standing next to me with his arm around my waist, I didn't notice him get up.
"What are you doing up at four in the morning?" He whispers into my ear.
"I couldn't sleep, so I thought I would search the internet for stupid junk." I smile as he starts to kiss my neck, his other hand resting on my thigh.
"Why didn't you just wake me up?" He says between kisses.
"I didn't want to wake you up, you looked peaceful."
"How long you been up?" His hand slowly starts to move up my leg, making those stupid but amazing circles.
"About an hour, is it a problem?" I raise my head to look at him, he pulls his head back from my neck and placed his lips just hovering above mine.
"It's no problem at all Clara, but will you come back to bed?" He finally kisses my lips and I quickly repsond to that kiss.
"Yes Sherlock." I whisper against his lips as his hands come to a stop. He quickly picks me up bridal style, carrying me up the stairs. Sherlock lyes me down on the bed, climbing on top of me kissing my neck again. His fingers start to play with the buttons on his shirt that I was wearing, he lifts my body up so that I'm sat in his lap.
"You can lose this." He whispers against my neck as he slowly starts to pull the shirt over my shoulder, replacing the shirt with sweet slow teasing kisses.
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Sherlock POV:
When I wake up again that following morning, this time at ten o'clock Clara isn't next to me again. I only pull on a pair of tracksuit bottoms before heading downstairs looking in the kitchen again. I eventually searched the whole house looking for Clara but she was no where to be found, the last place I look into was the living room, where I found a note.
"Sorry Sherlock, I had to leave this morning. Needed to get some shopping, didn't want to wake you up . ..
1) Because you look peaceful while you sleep
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Sherlocks Secret Escape
FanfictionThis is a Sherlock fan fiction. It is set at the beginning of Sherlock's career and his brother has set him a case, the case of the "Country Assassin". The case had gone missing and now it turns out Mycroft was hiding it. He's brought in Sherlock fo...
