Professor Posh ➳ Teacher x Student/Sherlock x Reader

Stiletto

I wake up feeling strangely refreshed, and completely satisfied with the amount of sleep I got last night. Sherlock and I had agreed to take our time with our plan to infiltrate Jim's room. After all, providence cannot be rushed. Today was my day off too, and I had no classes to catch up on.

I grab my phone as I sit up from my bed and quickly text Sherlock to see if he's free today:

Me: Hey cutie, any plans today?

Sherlock: Actually John and I are working on a minor case. I can pause it for later if you feel lonely?

Me: Nope! I think I'm just gonna have some me time for once.

Sherlock: You sure?

Me: Hell yea. Have fun bby.

Sherlock: 😘

I set my phone down after a good chuckle at the emoji he sent me and go into the bathroom to freshen myself up a bit before heading out. I slip on a comfy coat and wander the halls as I contemplate where I should go to treat myself. A cafe? A buffet? A spa?

I finally decide on a cafe since I will not get as fat and will not spend as much money on a spa either. The cafe I go to is one Sherlock and I frequent more than we like to admit. It is void of annoying people and relatively as quiet as a library. There are three to six people present at most and the tea is absolutely exquisite for its price point.

After I take my seat at a small clean table, I order some desserts (perhaps too many) and tea. The tea is brought quickly but the desserts might take a while since I ordered a lot. I get out my phone and scroll through it while I wait. I mindlessly take a sip of the still-hot tea and burn the tip of my tongue by accident. I jump a little and quickly pick up my napkin as my eyes begin to water.

"Are you alright, miss?" I hear a soft accent chuckle slightly.

I look up while holding the napkin to my mouth to see none other than Mr. Hiddleston. My cheeks burn at the embarrassing situation and I try to laugh to make it look like I wasn't actually an idiot.

"You poor thing!" He laughs, asking a waiter nearby for some cold water, before taking a seat in front of me.

The waiter quickly brings some cold water to him and he slides the cup over to me:

"Drink this quickly, darling!"

I comply without a word and down the entire drink, finding my burning tongue sizzle but also dwindle in the amount of pain it was in before. I set the cup down and exhale lightly in relief:

"Thank you, sir."

"My pleasure, darling. What brings you here, this early? I hope you are not skipping any classes." He raises an eyebrow of concern, to which I shake my head quickly.

"No! I have no classes today...so I thought I'd just have a day to myself." I explain bashfully.

"Ah, to yourself? I'm so sorry to interrupt-" He apologizes and tries to get up but is stopped by the massive cart that pulls up by the table to unload all the delicious desserts I ordered. Tom's eyes widen in horror at the amount of food on my table and he freezes even when the waiters leave.

"I think I ordered too much." I pout, and he blinks rapidly at me.

"I...It's not my place to say anything!" He says respectively, to which I burst out into a fit of giggles. His expression softens when he stares at me and he soon starts laughing as well.

I know today was supposed to be just for myself, but...

"Umm...could you please help me finish this?" I ask politely.