─ tiny dancer, s.h.

[*] viii. Their first time.

(Smut warning! The warning is for the whole of the book, starting from now. Every time there is a chapter with [*] next to it's title, it has smut in it. Remember, consent is sexy!)

As Melody slowly started to gain consciousness, she realized that she had passed out the night before, after a very long day filled with throwing snowballs at Sherlock, shoveling snow in Sherlock's face, making Sherlock walk through the snowy hills with her. Come to think of it, there wasn't much that Melody did yesterday that didn't involve either Sherlock or snow. But she was glad about it. When she had finally found her bearings, she tried to get up, but realized that something was holding her down with a firm grip. Looking to her stomach, she tried to contain the small scream that was about to come out of her mouth, realizing that it was Sherlock's arm that was doing the holding. She instantly calmed down when she realized that she wasn't being attacked, but then quickly checked to make sure that they both still had their clothes on. It wasn't that she was drunk last night, but she always loved to jump to conclusions, so she had to check the facts first. She then remembered how she offered for Sherlock to stay over, and he reluctantly agreed after Melody told him that nothing would happen, and that it was only for one night.

She slowly turned around in his grip, ready to freak him out when he realized the position they were in. While he was still asleep, she took a good look at his face, focusing on all of the little imperfections that he, funnily enough, didn't actually have. In Melody's eyes, he was perfect. His face quite literally looked like it had been carved by the Gods, if there were any. Either that, or he just had really good genes. The latter sounded more likely, but anybody could be fooled into thinking otherwise. When Sherlock started to stir, the smile on her face broadened, and she was ready for him to go into shock, or something similar. Melody watched as she slowly opened his eyes, and quickly shut them again to get used to the light coming in through the blinds. When he finally fully opened them, he looked Melody straight in the eyes. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she made eye contact with him, and was slightly shocked when the only reaction she got out of him was a wide smile, while he shuffled closer to her, burying his head into the crook of her neck.

To say she was surprised was an understatement. She completely misjudged what his reaction would be, but nevertheless, she did the same, slowly drifting back into the warm slumber of his comfort.

~

Approximately two hours later, Melody woke up once more, but this time, to her disappointment, finding the other side of the bed empty. She assumed that Sherlock had to run off to a crime scene or something of the sort, but she understood that his work was his life, and that she would never take priority over that. Slowly sitting up, she waited for her sight to stop spinning before she stood up. Padding across the room, she opened the half closed door, to be greeted by Charlie jumping at her feet. She crouched down and gave him a pet, before he ran off into the kitchen. Melody was slightly confused at this, as he was never so eager to have his breakfast. So, she wandered after him into the kitchen, to find that it was not his breakfast that he was so excited about. It was the breakfast that Sherlock was currently cooking on her stove. She stood there, slightly shocked for a minute, before she spoke. "I was under the impression that you had gone to work. I definitely didn't expect to see you cooking me breakfast." Sherlock chuckled at this, before turning around with the pan full of eggs in his hand.