The Woman

11. Feelings

Annie's pov

I get in Lestrade's small car sitting on the passenger side. "You look absolutely stunning." he smiles at me. "Thank you." I smile back.

"I picked this place, thought you might like it." He smiles at me. "I must admit, I admire you; you can do it all, I swear!" He laughs before looking over at me. "What can't you do?"

"Sing." I laugh.

"Oh, come on, really ?" He asks, shocked.

"Yes." I smile at him. Greg is a nice guy, don't get me wrong; it's just I want Sherlock's attention. I want him to be straight forward and quit hiding behind a mask. I can't stop thinking about that man; he's dark and mysterious, those cheekbones that stand out when he flips his collar, those beautiful blue eyes, and those dark curls, plus his secret way of showing emotions. He came to the building without any bunker gear on and was ready to run in and save me. "So where did you grow up? I've noticed you have an accent." Greg asks me, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Tennessee." I answer him.

"I think your accent is adorable." He smiles at me. I don't want to hurt Greg or hurt anyone. "Thank you, you know I use to get bullied for it, I tried to talk "normal," so I wouldn't get teased."

"Really? Is it not common to have an accent?"  he asks, bewildered. "When I moved to California, I was a fish out of the water to them." I smile at the thought. I stood out like an elephant in a store; everyone would know I didn't belong. I'd wear my brown pointed toe cowboy boots, bootcut denim jeans, and a flannel.  "I can't imagine you getting bullied. That's extremely hard to picture for me." he admits with his face scrunched up in confusion.

"Why is that?" I question him.

"I would think if someone even looked at you wrong, you'd teach them a lesson, you know, beat them up. I see you as a strong independent woman who knows how to take care of herself." He flatters me.

We finally make it to the restaurant, and he parks the car. We walk inside and go to the hostess. "Reservations for Lestrade."  He tells her. This place was fancy with red and gold carpets, white table cloths on a circular table, napkins folded in red cloth, lights dimmed low, and tables were lit up by candlelight. We are taken to our table and given our menus. "Your server will be out at any moment, enjoy." She leaves us.

"Do you like wine?" He asks me as he skims the menu. "Yes." I answer his question before getting lost in thought. He is handsome, I must admit that, especially in his suit and speckled grey hair. "Good, I'll get some wine for the table."

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Lestrade and I had a wonderful dinner; I ordered a cheap meal watching the prices and not be an expensive date. "Would you like to come back to my place and we can watch a movie or do you wish to go home?" He asks me as we walk to his car.

"I can watch a movie." I smile at him. "Alright." He opens my door for me. "Thank you." He drives us to his place, chatting the whole way. I know why we are going to his home, and I don't mind, it's been a while. Once he parked, I get out and follow him up to his flat. "It's not much, but it's home." He opens the door, letting me in. I sit on the couch in front of the tv, waiting for him to come over. He sits next to me, turning on the tv. "What do you feel like watching?" He asks me as he scrolls through some movie options.

"I'll watch anything but horror movies." I state. I can't stand horror movies; I'm terrified of the paranormal, especially demons and ghosts.

"This movie it is then." He puts on some random movie. He places his arm over my shoulder, holding me close. I cuddle up close to him and watch the tv. It's been thirty minutes into the movie, and I was starting to get bored. I look up at him then he looks down at me. I watch him look into my eyes. I leaned in and kissed him. He was shocked at first but then kissed me back. It felt nice kissing him, but I didn't get any spark or any fireworks. He wasn't a bad kisser, so that's a plus for him. We end up taking it further. "I'm not one to shag on the first date." He tells me in his deep gruff voice.
"Neither am I, Do you want to stop?" I whisper back as I place my hand on his chest.