Sherlock x reader: Oneshots

Sherlock x Reader: I Need Your Love

Sherlock tried. He really did try. But nothing. He was trying to block out your astounding voice. You were in the flat below him and singing out. He had been attempting for over 30 minutes to block out your beautiful voice. He had been trying to go into his mind palace. But sadly, fate had other plans. Screw it... the case can wait.  He thought. He went to the door and John asked him where he was going. 

"Don't we have a case? Did you find a lead?" Sherlock's voice had gone dry and simply said: "I'm going out." He then slammed the door and stormed down the stairs. He didn't even bother to knock. Your back was facing him as you danced and sang. He felt less than innocent thoughts come to his mind as he watched your form. You turned around and saw him just standing there. "Sherlock?!"

You shut off the music and when you turned around, he pushed you up against the wall. "S-sherlock...?" "What have you done to me?" "What? Did I do something wrong? What's going on?" "You have... made me feel something. For the first time in all of my life, I feel something for you. I can't concentrate with you always acting so... perfect. You pull me in like a spell. I'm supposed to be heartless and cold, but all I feel when I see or think about you is love."

You had fear in your eyes, and you felt as though you were going to pass out. How could Sherlock Bloody Holmes love you? "Sherlock..." You pushed him off you. "You don't mean that. I know you. So why are you lying to me? We both know I'm not worth your love. I'm plain, boring, and just... average." Sherlock had grabbed you and held you close to him. "Don't you ever say that about yourself again. You are beautiful, unique, and downright perfect. How you don't have a boyfriend is beyond me. I need your love more than anything else." "Sherlock..." "The love you make me feel is more addicting than any drug or case could be. Don't doubt yourself."

You felt tears build in your eyes, and you couldn't stop yourself from leaning up and kissing him. It was a quick peck on the lips, but still sweet. When you pulled away, Sherlock just forced you back towards him and kissed you again. You both smiled into the kiss, and you giggled as he put his hands on your waist. You, in turn, wrapped your arms around his neck and played with his raven curls. Soon enough, you both pulled away, blushing madly. You smiled. "For a guy who's never kissed a girl, you're pretty good." "Oh please, I've kissed people before." "Like who? John?" He gave you a look and you burst out laughing. "I love you too, Sherlock. I love you too."

Meanwhile, John was peeking in from the front door and smiled. Finally, Sherlock had found someone, just as John had found someone. They both had finally won the game of love. What more could a doctor and detective ask for, other than a pair of loving women? Accepting of all their quirks and problems. That is the true dream.

The End.