Sherlock preferences

They see you naked for the first time

A/n- this part kind of fits earlier in amongst the chapters I've done. I was going to do it much earlier but I honestly just forgot 😊👍🏻 well done me. Anyway... Enjoy? (Just to clarify, this is set before Sherlock meets Irene Adler) also, word count is around 2700 so hold on for a long one (sorryyyyy!)
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Sherlock-
You and Sherlock had been dating for a while and you could tell by his inherent timidness that he was not exactly experienced in the field. Sherlock Holmes... The man who claimed to know everything, didn't know how to 'handle' a woman. Through various conversations about his childhood, you became conclusive that you were the first girlfriend that he had ever had. You couldn't help but feel slightly empathetic about the situation, you had dated here and there, 'knew your way around a man' as it were but there was some psychological connection with Sherlock which you had never experienced before.

It was end of May or early June and a picture perfect afternoon was drawing to a hazy close. The sun was setting behind the apartment and the whole floor was bathed in -almost glazed by- an iridescent golden hue which coagulated against vases and glasses flickering with refractive brilliance. Sherlock was sat next to you, his hands not in their usual steepled position beneath his chin but around your shoulders as you leaned against his calm body.
"I'm tiiiired..." You yawned stupidly, stretching your arms out on purpose to annoy your boyfriend
"Stop it, you're making me sli-"
Before he could pronounce the 'p', he slipped behind you as you lent forward to stand up. Giggling slightly, you let out a hand to help him up. His hair was ruffled and you bit your lip as he brushed a sexy, chocolate-brown ringlet out of his eyes and straightened his collar.
"I think we should get to bed, I know it's not that late but Lestrade said he might have a case for you in the morning, you'll need some sleep"
you smiled as a small yawn escaped his lips and he rubbed his eyes, crinkling his nose up as he always does when he's tired.
"Ok..." He replied, rather unenthusiastically "if you go and put your pyjamas on, I'll be there in a few minutes"
You smiled, nodded and almost complied until something made you turn back...
"Sherlock?" You paused "why do you always avoid seeing me change?"
You became curious as you observed his face. His pupils widened, his fingers began to fidget and his cheeks began to slightly saturate with a blush rose colour. You could tell exactly what was happening... He was out of his comfort zone. He had probably never seen a naked woman in his life!
"Sherlock... You're not, intimidated? Are you?"
He immediately became defensive at this comment
"I'm sure I don't know what you mean (y/n) I am an adult and I am perfectly in touch with the female anatomy...well... What I've seen in biology textbooks anyway..."
Your eyes softened and you tilted your head to one side as his porcelain cheeks changed, once again, from rose to Crimson. You gestured towards your bedroom and he mindlessly followed half excited-half frankly terrified. He sat at the foot of the bed with both hands wedged between his knees, you bit your lip once more as your internal monologue derailed 'God he's sexy when he's nervous...' You thought to yourself.

Slowly, you unbuttoned your shirt and let it fall to the floor beside you in an elegant puddle of shiny fabric. Your jeans came next, sliding down past your calves to your ankles where you kicked them against the wall along with the shirt. You looked down at Sherlock, still sat there speechless. However, now, you could see he was fighting the urge for the corners of his mouth to perk upwards. He was clearly... Enjoying himself...

After a little more fiddling with clasps, you were completely naked. Just stood. Hands on hips. Smiling.
"There. What's bad about that?" You questioned cheekily as Sherlock grinned with immaturity. Soon, he too had stripped down to just his boxers and was frankly a changed man from the beginning of the evening. He had no fear in sliding his hand round your thigh and lifting you into the covers in bed before 'exploring' further. What you found amazing was that you were the first woman that Sherlock had ever seen naked so naturally, he had no preconceptions at all... Yes you had stretch marks, yes you had uneven birthmarks and clustered freckles, yes you were a size 10 not a size 6 but in his eyes... None of that mattered... You were the most beautiful woman of the planet.
"What have I waited so long for this?"
Sherlock whispered into the crook of your neck, his hair tickling your face.
"It's different for everyone babe... You just needed more time..."
He stroked his fingers down your spine and sent tingles down your legs and through your chest. The connection of his skin with yours felt perfect, like it was meant to be... What made you even happier was the concrete knowledge that Sherlock felt exactly the same way.