Lost Girl 🔍 (Sherlock x Reader) [EDITING]

Chapter 64: Normal...

Wow... (don't worry this isn't the final chapter)

This is a reference gif I know that it isn't Sherlock but it's just a reference. I love you guys so much and I hope you guys like this chapter.

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Your POV

Our lives were slowly going back to normal; obviously it'd been a few months since the final problem. John was back with us and better than ever as the clients and odd-ball cases went back to normal. New cases left and right that were solved by the Baker Street Team. There were frequent visits from Molly, Mycroft and of course Mama Hudson; as we had slowly started to realize that family was the best thing to ever happen to us, and we had to keep it close, because one day it could all be gone. Sherlock and I's relationship was stronger than ever, he kept me closer than he ever had before and showed me all of the love and affection I could ask for. Lately, he'd frequently made speeches about how glad he was that I was the one who showed him love, the one to bail him out of his sociopathic and emotionless cell to open him to a whole new world of new things that he never thought he would see. But most of all, he was thankful that he could have you, he was so thankful that he met you on that dreary night and so thankful that it blossomed into something so beautiful, despite him being a constant arsehole all of the time. Don't get me wrong, he still was an arsehole, but I somehow found the magic potion that could tone it down in the right times. Mary stayed in our hearts, but thankfully stayed out of John's mind so he wasn't basically going insane. Unfortunately all three of us still have nightmares about what happened to us in Eurus's care. I had frequent dreams about actually seeing Sherlock blow his jaw off, or Sherlock ditching me for Molly once he'd realized that she loved him. Sherlock had frequent dreams about Redbeard - or Victor - and how he was drowned, or dreams about his (Y/N) breaking up with him because of the words said to Molly, and sometimes... just about Eurus. Last of all, John had dreams about Mary, seeing her die over and over again in his head and there was nothing that he could do about it; or actually drowning in that well if nobody had come to save him. But we all knew of each other's dreams, and we all would reassure each other that nothing bad will happen to us anymore. Eurus is locked back in her cell and has thankfully made peace with her brother and us - because no hard feelings after she did what she did to us, right? Moriarty was dead, and that was the happy mentality that I wanted to keep. Like I said, our life was back to 'normal'... well, not anyone else's definition of normal, but it was our normal. Keeping up with cases, going out on special dates with Sherlock, talking about us and what we're going to do for the next years of our lives, just going about our day as the people we were. But today was different.

Sherlock thought it would be a good idea to take me for a walk, I had no idea what his intentions were, but he kept smiling over at me every 5 seconds. I took his hand and breathed in the chilly London air, blowing out a small wisp of frost and giggling like a child afterwards. After we got to the end of the pavement, Sherlock hauled a taxi and kept quiet the whole way, despite my many convincing pleas. He kept pinching my sides and trying to keep in a smile every time I squealed and playfully fought off his wandering hands. Eventually I just leant over and kissed him right on the lips, which he quickly responded to by unbuckling my seatbelt and pulling me over onto his lap, running his fingers through my hair. I shot a nervous glance towards the taxi driver, but he didn't seem to be paying attention at all, so I cupped his face and kissed him hard, trying to get anything out of him as to where our location would be. "Tell me." I whispered, kissing his lips and pulling away, making him whimper quietly but he still wasn't giving in. "Tell me." I whispered again, kissing his jawline and his cheekbones repeatedly before moving down to the column of his throat, kissing down that and earning a soft groan from him. Unfortunately he still wasn't giving in. So I rolled and pouted like a child, giving him my best puppy dog eyes. He looked away and shook his head, smiling like an idiot because he knew it was getting to me. "Tell meeeeeeeeee." I whined, turning his face back towards me and kissing him hard this time, making him groan in surprise and pull me into it by grabbing the back of my head and placing one hand on my hip. He pulled away to catch his breath - pupils blacking out his irises - before finally speaking in his baritone voice.