Various x Readers

BBC Sherlock: Sherlock Holmes

Title: It's a Hooper Thing
Warnings: Swearing

"Sherlock!" John took my gun out of my hand and tossed it onto the floor. "Molly has been calling you, she says you can use the lab now." I sprung from my seat and grabbed my coat.

"Excellent! Go to Scotland Yard and get the case files from Graham-"

"Greg." John corrected

"-And meet with some witnesses." I finished and called a cab.

(Y/N) POV

"Keep out of the lab today, (Y/N). I'm working." My older sister, Molly, was a pain. I rolled my eyes and went to her office. She had taken my books and I wanted them back.

After an hour of searching, I finally found them. I stacked up the books and carried them to the lab, ready to yell at her for taking them. I had forgotten about her warning to not go in and struggled with the door, due to the stack of books obscuring my view. "Molly Hooper, if I ever find my books in your office again, I'll-" the top few book we're taken off the stack to reveal a curly haired man. "You're not Molly." I noted.

"Neither are you." He said, curious of who had burst into the lab. I glared.

"No, I'm her sister." He moved to take my stack of books, his fingers resting against my wrist as he steadied the pile. Why was he so attractive? He was taller and had lovely dark curls, with beautiful blue eyes. I studied him. He took the books and set them on the table. God, those cheekbones. His shoes were nice, posh even, and yet they were muddy. Field work. He hasn't slept in days judging by his under eyes. His eyebrow twitched ever so often, he was hungry too.

"You're staring." He said.

"I'm studying." I corrected.

"Your cheeks are red, your pupils dilated, and your pulse is out of control. You were staring, and you find me attractive."

"You do field work, and yet you're in a lab." I changed the subject. "I'd say police, but police don't use Molly's equipment. You're a PI, maybe? You also haven't slept in days, supporting my theory. You also haven't eaten. Molly's getting you food, isn't she?" I pieced things together. "You're Sherlock Holmes. Consulting detective." Then the door opened.

"I told you to stay out!" Molly was fuming. I rolled my (e/c) eyes.

"I told you not to take my books!" Molly huffed and crossed her arms.

"Out." She said sternly.

"Now hold on Molly, I think she might be helpful. You know my name, now what's yours?"

"(Y/N) Hooper." I said simply, flashing a smirk at Molly.

"Right so, put your stories away and help." He took the rest of my books and set them on a table. "You should consider reading something else. Fantasy books aren't very stimulating for the mind. They aren't about the real world and don't help with things you need to know." Did he just insult my taste in books?!

"Actually. Mister. Holmes. They're. Quite. Therapeutic. And I find them interesting." Call me bipolar but my mood would change in an instant, when it came to books. I gritted out my explanation and glared at him. Not so attractive after all.

"They're silly children's books." I tackled him. Right there in the lab. I didn't care what anyone thought. I wrestled him to the ground. How dare he!

"Oh you've done it now, Sherlock." Molly ran out of the room as I continued to grapple with her colleague.

"See? Childish." He said, flipping us over so that I was on my back, Sherlock above me. I started kicking at his legs, causing him to pin my hips down with his, holding my wrists above my head with one hand. "Stop this now." He said and I huffed, refusing to meet his eyes.

"Make me." I said. As soon as the words left my lips, the atmosphere changed. The detective's pupils dilated, and a look of hunger passed over his angled features. The his lips slowly connected with mine in a dominant kiss. His free hand was holding him up, planted beside me. I responded to the kiss without a second thought and stopped my struggles. My body relaxed against the floor as fireworks played behind my eyes.

"Hmm, I've never wanted to do that before." He said softly. "And you- you are attracted to me."

"I guess it's a Hooper thing." I said and his lips crashed back to mine.

We ended up with me pushed up against the door and Sherlock locking it as he kissed me senseless. Sherlock was so dominant and almost controlling, but made sure that he didn't hurt me. "Wouldn't want anyone to interrupt." He said and began kissing my neck as well. His lips attacking my pulse, and nipping at my skin, I was ready to crumple. He could easily kill me if he wanted to in that moment, but that was what was so thrilling. This sociopath had complete control over me, and I absolutely loved it. We pulled apart panting and I walked over to a desk. I started busying my hands, tidying and organizing. I felt a distinctly tall presence behind me and Sherlock's arms found themselves around my waist. His lips made contact with my neck and I dropped the pen in my hand.

"Jesus fuck." He kissed and nipped, sure to leave a mark. I tipped my head to the side, giving him better access. I moaned softly, giving in to the please coursing through me.

"221B Baker Street." He said and proceeded to flip up his collar and leave the room. I was left breathless, leaning against a table, and weak in the knees.