Sentiment {BBC Sherlock Fanfic}

Chapter 9: Love

Y/N 's P.O.V

"Oh, bloody hell..." I murmured under my breath. I was taking a bath comfortably in Sherlock's house, enjoying myself while Sherlock kept calling me to shower faster. And I obviously didn't give a damn about it. So that's how my consequence came from.

That bastard.

"HOLMES!!!" I shouted from the bathroom, he probably, no it must be him, turned off the light.

"Can you act like a grown-up for once?" I asked after coming out, wrapped in the towel and shaking my head in both states of anger and amusement. "This is completely childish." Although I can't stand being angry at him ugh! his childish act always bothered me no end.

Although he was cute when he was acting childish no, no, No, NO, NO! He is always cute.

Wait?- what?

"Well, it is fun to act young." His voice came from behind, which cut me off from thinking as he surprised me so I turned around to face him. "Don't you think?" A smirk, which I desperately wanted to snap it off, appeared on his face. I hate it, I hate when he smirked as he was planning something which, I definitely not interested in. And I hate it because it just made my knees went all weak just because of that fucking smirk!

"Sherlock, I know that smirk. There is clearly something you're- SHERLOCK, PUT ME DOWN!!!!!!" He suddenly carried me in a bride style while laughing and ignoring my scream.

"Nants ingonyama bagithi baba!!!" (For those who didn't understand, it's the beginning of Lion King : )listen to the circle of life! )

"I SWEAR YOU'RE GONNA REGRET THIS, SHERLOCK BLOODY HOLMES!!!!"

"Don't worry dear, I'm sure I won't." He stopped singing that stupid Lion King song before winking at me and going outdoor. Ah, his wink had just sent me butterflies in my stomach and I quickly buried my face in his chest.

Oh no, this's not gonna end good. I mean, I mean, I ONLY MEANT THAT WHAT HE WAS PLANNING WASN'T GOOD FOR ME... instead of saying... I had atinycrushonhim.

"PUT ME DOWN! YOU BASTARD!"

I practically yelled out as I felt my body was trembling so hard because of the fucking cold breeze and the bloody damn snow. He was going to drop me on this damn! snowy floor and I was just wrapped in a towel if you still remember.

"Pretty well, y/n." He smirked while leaning close to my ear and I instantly squeaked because of this... intimacy. I could feel his breath mixed of cigarettes and coffee, smell his cologne, his strand of curly hair, which made me hitched at my breath, ever so tickling against my neck just at the moment. He probably didn't think I squeaked because of his action but of realizing his plan as he showed his wickedly grin. Oh the oh so clever Sherlock Holmes is completely blind when comes to love. It's a good thing, I guess. At least he won't notice my affection toward him. "I'll grant your wish immediately." With that said, he was ready to drop me on the snowy floor and I was ready to be frozen but then I heard his grunt.

Oh shit.

He seemed to trip by a stone and instantly landed on me. I froze as I could do nothing but stared into his eyes. I could feel his breath on my neck and his heart beating against my own.

shitshitshithsithhsh!!!!!!!

Will he feel my heart keep beating fast increasingly or will he feel my breathing became heavily? Will he notice? Or more exactly, do I want him to notice? And what if he does?